"Boy, don't play dead there when you wake up. ”

"Bald, who the hell are you, what are you going to do with me?"

After Chen Shaofeng woke up, he kept pretending to be dizzy, calculating how to escape. Who knew that he was suddenly called out, so he had to open his eyes and shout.

"I arrested you to save you. Of course, it is also for the Buddha and myself, because in you, I have seen a great merit. ”

The speaker is a bald old man with a special kind of peculiarity. With a pair of big feet, wearing a yellow robe that has not been washed for a long time, and a bald head with a shiny oil. He said that he was a monk, but there was no ring scar on his head, and he said that he was not a monk, but he was wearing a yellow robe and called himself a Buddha. The long snow-white eyebrows, which are supposed to symbolize kindness, are paired with a fat face that laughs endlessly, which looks extremely weird.

"Save me, could it be that the Fire God Temple sent someone to kill me?" Chen Shaofeng asked a little nervously.

"Hehe, you teased the eldest lady of the Fire God Temple, and now the Fire God Temple is offering a reward of 500,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and I will arrest you. Originally, it was dead or alive, but the fire chick said that she wanted to teach you a lesson with her own hands, so she changed it to live capture. Boy, you're going to be out of luck. Hee-hee"

After gloating just now, he suddenly put on a serious face and said.

"However, the Buddha saved you because you were angry, possessed by a ghost, and you were able to live until now without dying because the Buddha felt that there was a mysterious force in you guarding you. If one day this power disappears, then you will swallow up your resentment, and you will never be able to live forever. ”

Before he finished speaking, he changed to a playful tone and continued.

"How's it going, boy, let's be a monk with the Buddha. Monks can learn the Dharma, and the Dharma can benefit all sentient beings, and can eliminate the resentment in your body, eliminate the grievances in your body, and protect your life. ”

"What a grievance, a soul possessed. You mean it!"

Of course, Chen Shaofeng knew that there could be no wronged soul in his body, and the resentment and wronged soul that the old monk said should be emitted by the white bone fan in his body. So he took out the white bone fan and handed it to the old monk. Originally, there was only a little evil aura of the white bone fan, but when it was taken out this time, it exuded an extremely evil aura. The almost solidified resentment rushed towards the old monk on the opposite side like substance.

"Amitabha, how did you get this thing? If you can't explain it clearly, the Buddha will save you!"

While speaking, the originally smiling face was in a state of anger for a moment. The yellow robe rises without wind, just like the angry eyes of the temple worship. A rich Buddha light instantly pressed the white bone fan to the ground, and at the same time, his divine sense locked on Chen Shaofeng.

Chen Shaofeng believes that if he can't explain it clearly, he will really be killed, and this time's 'degree' is not a degree, but a degree to hell. The helpless wry smile explained, he was curious for a while, was sacrificed by the white bone book, and was attacked by the poisonous boy and the Yin corpse master, and finally was almost taken away. With Chen Shaofeng's explanation, the anger on Fa Yuan's (the old monk's legal name) gradually disappeared.

"It's the Buddha who misunderstood you, but then again, you're lucky. I didn't even die like this."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Shaofeng could only roll his eyes helplessly. It's lucky that you don't die, and if you're lucky, you can still encounter this kind of bad luck.

"Since it's not your own problem, you don't need to be a monk. As long as this fan is destroyed and the ghost is tempered, your danger is solved!"

"Don't! As soon as the bone fan is damaged, it will absorb my bones and repair them. I guess before the bone fan broke, I broke it first. Is there any other way?"

Even if it weren't for this reason, Chen Shaofeng would not let Fa Yuan destroy the White Bone Fan, although the White Bone Fan was evil, it was Chen Shaofeng's greatest force now. If he could turn it into a righteous magic weapon without damaging the white bone fan, Chen Shaofeng was still very willing. After all, a righteous person is really not going to be able to take an evil magic weapon all day long.

"The Dharma is boundless, and of course there are other ways, but it takes a lot of time to find someone to help. Estimated for about half a year. ”

"As long as I don't damage the bone fan, I can still wait for half a year. ”

Actually, Chen Shaofeng has other ideas. I stabbed the Fire God Temple, this hornet's nest, and was rewarded with 500,000 medium-grade spirit stones. If there is no one to protect it, it is very dangerous. Judging from the fact that Fa Yuan easily grabbed himself, this Fa Yuan monk was at least a Yuan Infant Monk. Just be a free bodyguard. As long as you wait for the first half of the year, the white bone fan will be done, and the limelight on the side of the Fire God Temple will also pass, and both will be beautiful.

So as soon as the two discussed, they decided to immediately find someone to help and resolve the unjust soul on the white bone fan in time.

"Your speed of retreat is too slow, I'll take you away!" Fa Yuan put one hand on Chen Shaofeng's shoulder, set up the retreat and flew towards the outside of Yangzhou City.

If Chen Shaofeng's speed is a Ferrari sports car, then Fayuan's speed is the Long March launch vehicle. In just a moment, he came to a certain mountainside outside Yangzhou City.

"I said that, Master Fayuan. Didn't you say you're looking for someone? There's only a willow forest here?"

Chen Shaofeng looked at the green willow forest in front of him, which didn't look like it was inhabited at all, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"What do you know, boy! If this green willow phantom array can be seen by a little foundation building monk of yours, my old friend should wipe his neck! Boy, remember, after you enter the formation, you must follow me closely, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you if you suffer. ”

With that, Fa Yuan raised his legs and walked into the willow forest. As soon as Chen Shaofeng saw it, he immediately followed and followed. A few steps to the left, a few steps forward, a few steps to the right, and I walked back and forth for half a day, and I didn't see any change in the willow forest. It would be nice if there was a girl in white in front of her, and she could walk with her in the willow forest. But in front of him was an old monk, and this old monk was jumping up and down the aisle like a child, feeling as if he was playing with him in the willow forest.

Chen Shaofeng felt helpless. Although he knew that Fa Yuan must have a purpose in doing this, he still couldn't help but want to ask. Suddenly, Fa Yuan took a few quick steps towards an ordinary willow tree, and instantly passed through his body. Chen Shaofeng looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

"Stupid, don't come back yet, stupid. ”

Hearing Fa Yuan's ridicule, Chen Shaofeng temporarily suppressed the surprise in his heart and walked straight towards the willow tree.

"Boom, ouch. ”

"Haha, I'm laughing to death, stupid. It's full of spiritual power, and try again!"

Deliberately, this is definitely this wicked bald man deliberately not reminding himself, deliberately looking at himself ugly. In his ears, Fa Yuan's hateful laughter, hateful Chen Shaofeng's teeth itched. Helpless, I had no choice but to spread my spiritual power all over my body, and cautiously walked towards the willow tree again.

"This, these willows are all fake?" Chen Shaofeng looked at the willow trees through which his palm passed and said in surprise.

"There are true and false, didn't I tell you that this is the Green Willow Phantom Array! Phantom Array Phantom Array, of course, there must be a transfiguration thing, otherwise how can it be called a Phantom Array. Fa Yuan shook his head and said triumphantly, as if he had arranged this formation.

"That, Fayuan Monk. Who is that old friend of yours? I've never seen such a realistic illusion!"

In fact, Chen Shaofeng had never seen a phantom formation at all, and he had never even experienced an ordinary formation. Although I know some basic formations, I have never used them. However, Chen Shaofeng also knew that the phantom array in front of him was definitely the formation that everyone had laid out. These transfiguration willow trees not only have the same breath as real willow trees, but you can even see a few green insects gnawing on the willow leaves. Without spiritual power to contact, you can't feel the truth of these willows at all with your divine sense.

"My old friend was a famous painter in the world, especially good at painting willows, and was known as the Green Willow Monk. By chance, he entered the Tao with painting and cultivated into the realm of Yuanying. These willow trees were all painted by him. ”

"What? These willow trees are actually painted! Doesn't that mean that we were in the painting just now?" Chen Shaofeng said in surprise.

"That's right, when the old man first came here, he fell in love with the willow forest in the mountain at first sight. So he used the mountain as the drawing paper, the aura of heaven and earth as the ink, and made his own pen to draw the green willow phantom array here. So it can be said that when you go up this mountain, you are in the old man's painting. ”

Unknowingly, Fa Yuan actually took Chen Shaofeng to a grass house. The person who spoke was standing in front of the grass house, dressed in a pale green scholar's costume, with a little ink stained on one hand, although he was middle-aged, he had a sense of ease. It's as if there is a picture scroll in front of you, and this person is the person in the painting.

"Master Fayuan, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you suddenly come here. It's not that I'm thinking about those jars of green willow brew! That's not good, the new green willow brew hasn't been brewed yet, these jars are my last lifeline. ”

With just one sentence, the original harmonious picture scroll was broken. The person in the painting also turned into flesh and blood in an instant.

"Ahh The last time you drank, didn't you say that you had finished drinking? ”

In the middle of speaking, Fa Yuan suddenly became serious.

"However, this time I'm here to ask you for help. Let's see how this fan goes!"

Green Willow Layman, as soon as I heard that there was something serious to do. So he took the white bone fan and made it a lot fine. Suddenly, the fingers held by the green willow monk on the handle of the fan trembled, his face turned blue, and a burst of anger erupted. At the same time, the surrounding willow trees, their branches and leaves flying, making a rustling sound, like a poisonous snake that wants to choose people to eat. Chen Shaofeng, under this majesty, felt as if the whole mountain was angry, and he couldn't help but coerce and was about to kneel on the ground. Fortunately, Fa Yuan stepped forward in time to support him and resisted all the coercion in front of Chen Shaofeng. Fang avoided the embarrassment of Chen Shaofeng falling to the ground.

"Who is it, who is it, who deprives and seals a person's painting soul and talent here. The rocks shook, and the willow branches flew sideways, showing the anger of the green willow monks at this moment.

The soul of painting is a kind of essence cultivated by a painter and painting for many years. Talent is also a great Confucian, the crystallization of a lifetime of wisdom. A painter who has been deprived of his soul is not in danger of his life, but he will not be able to paint for the rest of his life. The great Confucian, who has been deprived of his talent, will also not write articles in his life.

The Green Willow monk is also a painter. For painting souls, talent is particularly sensitive. Seeing the soul and talent of the painting sealed on the white bone fan in a vicious way, he was naturally in a mood agitated, and his anger erupted, and he involuntarily expressed this anger.

"The layman first calmed his anger, and this time he came here for this matter. This fan hurts the heavens and the peace, and the Buddha can only surpass the soul in this fan. But I can't do this painting soul and talent essence, so I came to discuss with you how to solve it. ”