"It seems that the Taoist chief is determined to meddle in this matter."

The temperament of the Pure Altar Messenger changed suddenly, and it was filled with a fierce momentum that the monks never had.

Chu Feng didn't care, the heart is in the world of Journey to the West, the poor Dao can bring you back to life, in the world of the White Snake, it is still possible, what's wrong with the Pure Altar Messenger, don't think that if you put on the vest, the poor Dao will not be able to abuse you.

"Hmph"

The power of the Golden Immortal erupted from the Pure Altar Messenger, like a dragon going out to sea, and it crashed towards Chu Feng with a loud bang.

Chu Feng was fine, the poor pavilion collapsed on the spot, the four straight pillars were broken inch by inch, the teapot on the stone table became shattered, and Jigong, who was about to reach out to take it, froze there with a faint embarrassment on his face.

"Marshal Tianpeng, after taking refuge in Buddhism, you have mixed well, you are already a golden immortal, but why does Poor Dao think that your golden immortal is a little wrong?"

Chu Feng, who was unscathed, stretched out his hand, waved the dust in front of his nostrils, and said with a smile.

Hearing the words Marshal Tianpeng, the messenger of the pure altar smiled bitterly in his heart, these hundreds of years, it is the first time that someone calls him Marshal Tianpeng, although it is ridiculous, it is really the first time, before participating in the Journey to the West, he still has his own temple, and from time to time he can also absorb the power of faith, since he became the messenger of the pure altar of Buddhism, he even has his own temple, it is said that the people of the Taoist Gate are disgusted with his defection to the enemy. In the past few hundred years, what he can do every day is to go to other people's temples, pick up some food, rely on the acquiescence of the Buddha, like a thief, absorb the power of other people's beliefs, for this reason is not less ridiculed by the people in Buddhism, after a long time, he is not a taste in his heart. He, the golden immortal, was forcibly raised by the Buddha with the power of faith, which is completely different from the real golden immortal.

When he collided with Chu Feng just now, he used five points of force, and he didn't even hurt Chu Feng's hair, so he knew that he had encountered a real golden immortal. In order not to be embarrassed in front of his junior Fahai, he didn't go up again, just stood like that.

"Marshal Tianpeng, it's better to be like this, you abandon the Buddha Gate and return to the Dao Gate, the poor Dao guarantees that you are a real Golden Immortal, a creature like a Golden Immortal, you can make one casually, have you heard of the Nine Turns Golden Pill, you can directly promote the top immortal medicine of the Golden Immortal, if you encounter a person with poor qualifications, one is not good, then two."

Chu Feng had an extra purple-gold gourd in his hand, the stopper was opened, and a faint Dan fragrance wafted out from it.

The face of the envoy of the Pure Altar changed slightly, and he glanced at Jigong, who was silent on the side, and did not speak.

"Nine turns of Jindan!"

The most sensitive to the taste of the Nine Turns Golden Pill was Fahai, when he just smelled the smell of the Nine Turns Golden Pill, he was snatched away by Bai Suzhen's snake demon, and what made him most angry was that the snake demon Bai Suzhen didn't know the method of refining the Nine Turns Golden Pill at all, and he couldn't absorb one hundred and one, and he wasted a Nine Turns Golden Pill in vain.

If Fahai knew that Chu Feng was more wasteful than Bai Suzhen, he would definitely vomit blood angrily.

"Yo, it seems that Master Fahai is tempted, too, isn't the grudge between you and Bai Suzhen because of a nine-turn golden pill, hehe, let him pass the past, let's put it this way, as long as you join the Daomen, you can have as many nine-turn golden pills as you want, and there are such things as nine-turn golden pills, and the poor Dao usually eats them by catty."

Chu Feng flipped the purple gold gourd as he spoke, and there was a small pile of nine-turn golden pills in his hand, there were eight or nine of them, the size of a dragon's eye, very full, and the rich fragrance quickly spread.

"Alas, it seems that there is"

Chu Feng's body shook a few times, and he dropped more than twenty gourds filled with nine-turn golden pills on the ground.

Not only are Fahai and the Pure Altar Envoy not calm, but Jigong, who seems to have seen through the red dust, also has a flash of fire in his eyes.

"Hey, just a dozen catties and nine turns of the golden pill, just make the three Buddhist masters like this, sins, sins, Daoji Zen Master, no, descending dragon Arhat, it seems that your Buddha heart still hasn't cultivated to the home."

Chu Feng played with the Nine Turns Golden Pill, revealing a sad expression for you.

Jigong's expression was straight, his hands were folded, his eyes were closed, and his face was full of sadness.

Fahai and the Pure Altar Envoy followed with the same action, but as for what he thought in his heart, whether it was the same as Jigong, it is unknown.

"Poor Dao, this person is the most generous, especially for his own people, Master Fahai, look here."

Chu Feng deliberately sent the Nine Turns Golden Pill to a place less than a foot away from Fahai's nostrils, and the sound of heavy breathing made Chu Feng laugh secretly in his heart. The master is not a ruthless thing, it depends on whether you take the right thing or not.

"Master Fahai, Pure Altar Messenger, listen to the two, don't say that Poor Dao didn't give you a chance, tonight, you are still here, as long as you are willing to come, Poor Dao will send half a Nine Turns Golden Pill."

Chu Feng secretly transmitted the message to Fahai and the Pure Altar Messenger, and then flicked his sleeves, took away the gourd on the ground, and walked away lightly.

Fifty miles away, a small hillside of less than 20 zhang, covered with fruit trees, Xiaoqing, who has a small hand on his back, walks under the fruit trees from time to time, and sees the full appearance, and the fruit disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaoqing, why are you stealing other people's things again!"

Chu Feng appeared ten steps away, speechless, this fruit grove was obviously planted by someone, and before it was ripe, it was harmed by Xiaoqing, a habitual thief.

Xiaoqing turned her head, looked at Chu Feng, and smiled embarrassedly, before she was with Bai Suzhen, she was stealing things everywhere, stealing and stealing, and she got used to it, during this time, she followed Bai Suzhen, and then followed Chu Feng, she was not lightly suffocated, and took the opportunity to come over to have a good time, but she didn't expect Chu Feng to come back so soon.

"Forget it, it's hard to change a person's addiction to one thing."

Chu Feng did not continue to be harsh.

Leaving the orchard, Chu Feng continued to teach Xiaoqing's spells, and when he was resting, Chu Feng sat under a big tree and arranged Xiaoqing's whereabouts.

"Xiaoqing, wait a minute, you go to Qiantang to find Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, and tell them that Poor Dao plans to take Xu Xian as an apprentice."

This decision, Chu Feng had originally planned, using pills to tempt Fahai was not very reliable, and it was safer to use Xu Xian to scare the Buddha.

"The master still plans to accept Xu Xian as an apprentice?"

Xiaoqing was a little puzzled by the plans of the master of unknown origin in front of him. first accept her as an apprentice, and then accept Xu Xian as an apprentice.

"If it weren't for Bai Suzhen having a master, Poor Dao would still want to take her as an apprentice, forget it, you go to Qiantang immediately, Poor Dao still has some things to deal with tonight, and I'll go over tomorrow."

Chu Feng said very simply.

"Yes, Master"

Xiaoqing bowed and left.

"Fahai, Pure Altar Messenger, tonight, which of you will come back!"

Chu Feng stared at the field in the distance, taking the green into his eyes, turning it into a playful smile.

The night was deep, and there was originally a bright moon hanging in the sky, which was obscured by clouds and was not very clear. The pavilion that was originally reduced to ruins was no different from the day when it was restored, and Chu Feng, who was sitting inside, made a charcoal grill, holding an iron bar full of meat in his hand, with a leisurely expression.

"Eating barbecue at night is a special flavor"

A squeak, a crisp sound, appeared in the grove on the east side.