Chapter 42: Removing Misfortune
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A thunderclap sounded the silence of the night, and the old temple in the north of the city, which was originally desolate, burst out with a different kind of light in this deep night.
The light was dazzling, but it was also short-lived, and the afterimage of the light turned into silent darkness in an instant, except for the scorching smell in the air, and the old temple seemed to have only added a little bit of decay.
Ye Feng opened his confused eyes, and the remaining spots of light in his vision began to disappear gradually. Like the light wheel of history ruthlessly crushing the long road of time, the imprint of the wheel also disappears in the wind and rain. Everything, it's there; Everything has changed.
"Senior...... Brother Wan ......"
A piece of white cloth fell in front of Ye Feng, the edge had been scorched into a curly and scorched appearance by the power of thunder and lightning, Ye Feng grabbed this piece of white cloth, felt the lines and scorched parts on it, and his eyes were red.
Ye Feng leaned against the wall and stood up, several large irregular round holes on the roof came into view, and the moonlight was like a flower, so cold.
Scanning the space in the old temple, Wan Qingyi's traces had long since disappeared, only a few pieces of white cloth scattered on the ground, and a strong smell of blood in the air filled the dilapidated temple with the occasional night wind.
Ye Feng clenched the white cloth in his hand, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked around left and right, but he didn't find anything.
"Cheng Hui......" Ye Feng clenched his teeth and read the name in his mouth.
"Bang!" A thin figure rushed down from the beam, holding a black black iron rod, Ye Feng clearly saw that this person was Cheng Hui!
Ye Feng quickly picked up a piece of wooden stick from the side, took out a piece of jade-like jade from his arms with his left hand, and the essence in his eyes was released, the wooden stick in his right hand turned half a circle, the tip was facing Cheng Hui, and a few sentences in his mouth were lightly spit out, and the wooden stick began to shrink rapidly, turning into strips of wooden silk covering his right fist.
Cheng Hui's black iron rod quickly approached Ye Feng, three feet, two feet, and one foot.
"Drink!" Ye Feng roared angrily, and the wooden fist on his right fist suddenly completely covered his arm, and with the continuous injection of source power from the source stone in his left hand, the wooden fist covered by the wooden strip was still rapidly changing shape.
Three inches, two inches, one inch.
A dragon head condensed from Ye Feng's right fist out of thin air, and met Cheng Hui's black black iron rod!
The dragon head turned into a wooden strip carried a low roar from the ancient times, a source power from Ye Feng's body, a source force from the source stone, the two source forces twisted into a more powerful breath, injected into the head of the wooden dragon, dark golden runes spread from the dragon's head, until the entire dragon capital was covered with dark gold lines, when the dragon head collided with Cheng Hui's iron rod, the dark gold lines were released, and in an instant, everything was quiet, reflecting Ye Feng's resolute face, as well as Cheng Hui's head flowing with dark blood.
A dragon groan suddenly appeared after the collision, and then dissipated again. The wooden dragon wrapped around Ye Feng's right fist remained the same, but the iron rod in Cheng Hui's hand was broken inch by inch, and with it exploding, there was also the shirt on Cheng Hui's right arm. Cheng Hui was shocked by Ye Feng and took a few steps back, laughing profusely, his body was no longer able to stand upright, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
The wooden dragon on Ye Feng's right fist turned into a little sawdust and fell to the ground, and his body also went limp.
A pitch-black air mass that rolled out suddenly gushed out from Cheng Hui's body, drilling in the direction of Ye Feng, before Ye Feng could slow down, the black air mass had already reached a place in front of his eyes, and it was about to attack Ye Feng's body, Ye Feng's forehead was hot, the pores of his whole body were constricted, and in the next blink of an eye, this black gas was about to attack his body.
Ye Feng closed his eyes, the fear in his heart had turned into a silent breath, he didn't want to see the appearance of this world when death came. He, preferring to be adjacent to the darkness.
"......Huh" let out a long shout, as if he had stepped over the edge of death and survival, Ye Feng opened his eyes, and the black qi that was far from his forehead stopped in front of him, unable to move a bit.
"Hmph, this little trick, come back!" A familiar voice sounded, and a somewhat unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Feathered Crane." Ye Feng shouted out the name, but the joy on his face had another meaning. "Ten thousand seniors!"
"Hey, are you okay Xiao Feng?" A familiar voice appeared from behind the feather crane, it was Wan Qingyi!
"This guy is still playing tricks in front of me." Wan Qing's eyes narrowed, and the feather in front of him stretched out his right hand, and forcibly grabbed the black qi in the air, dissipating in this space.
"Get up, Xiao Feng, you did a good job, although this guy only has his last breath, but it's not easy to deal with, the trick you just made is quite powerful." Wan Qing patted the dust on his body, looked at the broken clothes, and sighed lightly, "This guy has damaged my clothes!" ”
Ye Feng sneered, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly.
"This puppet helped you, didn't he?" Ye Feng shook the dust off his body and asked.
"Otherwise, with my current strength, it will still be a bit difficult to solve him." Wan Qing spread his hands and said.
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, glanced at the idol, but was surprised to find that the bright lacquered wooden sword in the idol's hand had disappeared, and there was no trace of the wooden sword next to the idol. ”
"It should be behind the idol." Wan Qing motioned to the puppet to open a passage for the idol, but was stopped by Ye Feng.
"Brother Wan, wait a minute." Ye Feng walked in front of the idol, looked at the idol, folded his hands, bowed slowly, and said, "Xuantian Venerable God, thank you for your blessing!" ”
Then, Ye Feng walked to the idol, slowly picked up the idol, carefully placed it on the clean ground next to it, and turned around and said, "It's okay now." ”
Wan Qing nodded in greeting, and then asked the puppet to move the pedestal behind the statue, only to see a small door with a hole, after unscrewing the lock on the door, the door was opened, and there were six children lying inside, one of them was the little boy he met in the market two days ago.
Ye Feng hurriedly jumped down, and after confirming that these children's breath was still there, he slowly picked them up one by one and sent them outside.
"Sure enough, it's inside. What's the use of these gangsters catching some children, it's not to blackmail money, and how can the way of cultivation take advantage of such a heartless and crazy act. Wan Qingyi looked after some of the children and confirmed that they had just fainted.
"Are they all right?" Ye Feng asked.
"Well, it's not a big deal, it's just that the child has been locked up in it for a long time and his body is much weaker." Wan Qing retracted the source power and said.
"Thank goodness then." Ye Feng nodded.
"Hey, this little fat man actually has a spiritual root!" Wan Qingyi bent down again, probed his meridians with his meager source power, and said with some surprise, "It's the Golden Wood Twin Spirit Root!" ”
"That?"
"It's a good seedling for cultivation!" Wan Qingyi said with certainty, "If he can embark on the path of cultivating the source, coupled with the teachings of good students, he will definitely have great achievements!" ”
"Xiuyuan Road is so difficult, he is a child, and it may not be bad to live an ordinary life." Ye Feng looked at the little boy who was sleeping on the thatched ground and thought.
"Maybe." Wan Qingyi looked at the little boy who was still sleeping soundly, and said with a little meaning.
Ye Feng grabbed a small piece of wood beside him, rubbed it with both hands, and formed a circular pendant, and then tore off a narrow long cloth from his body, passed through the middle, and tied it around the little boy's neck, and the little boy licked his mouth.
"Little Chubby Dun, if there is fate in the future, I will be your master!" Ye Feng scratched his little fleshy nose and said.
Wan Qingyi patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said, "It's time to send them back." ”
"Yes!"
A group of three people, each carrying a child on their shoulders, walked out of the old temple.
Half an hour later, the sky faded to blackness, and the east turned white.
In the courtyard of the Yu family in Xifeng Town, in a pavilion, there are six children, among which there is a note on the chest of a little boy with a circular ring pendant around his neck, and the morning breeze blows away the note, on which are written two lines of words:
The wicked have been removed, so that they may have children and take care of their children.
The old temple in the north of the city must be repaired, and a lot of incense is offered to ensure the blessings of the descendants.
……
Half an hour later, the people who cleaned the courtyard found these children, and immediately notified the head of the house, who picked up the meaty boy, looked at the pendant in front of his neck, and saw a corner of the pendant engraved with the word "wood", and carefully read the note, thought for a while, and said to the subordinate next to him: "Order, the daughter repairs the old temple in the north of the city!" Offer incense now, and there must be no mistakes! ”
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