The eyes of Xuankong Zhenren and others in the back have not left this little Zen monk, Master Xuankong walked a few steps, caught up with Wu Feng in front, and asked in a low voice and puzzled: "Wu Feng, I think this little monk is not simple, there seems to be a Buddha light on his body, it seems that there is a great person of creation, compared with your kid, at a young age, there is a shocking cultivation, this younger generation of disciples, more and more unpredictable, it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, we old guys seem to be going to retreat to the back position." ”

"Uncle Shi, your old man doesn't know, this little Zen monk is the reincarnation of the living Buddha, inherited the cultivation of the previous life, I heard Master Fan say, but he is now not fully opened, only part of the memory of the previous life, now worship under the door of Master Huicong, concentrate on practice, if one day the wisdom is fully opened, its cultivation must be much above the disciples, and the future must be a high monk." Wu Feng said sincerely.

As soon as these words came out, all the Taoist leaders were shocked, and the Xuanzhong Taoist on the side nodded, and said: "The reincarnated monk of the Living Buddha, the poor Taoist has only heard of it, I didn't expect to see such a person in this barren mountain and wilderness today, this trip is really worth it." ”

When everyone walked to the temple gate, Xuankong Zhenren grabbed Wu Feng's arm and said solemnly: "Wu Feng, you go in first to meet your master, and I am waiting here with your two uncles and two uncles now." ”

Why is that? Since they are all here, why don't they go in together? Wu Feng wondered.

"You and your master haven't seen each other for a long time, there must be something to say, in front of a few of our old guys, it's a little inconvenient, we'll wait here, and when you've finished what you need to say, we'll go in again." Xuankong Zhenren said again.

"Then how can it be, Master will definitely blame me." Wu Fengdao.

"He dares! There is a master and uncle to support you, Qingfeng that kid dare to make a mistake, you go quickly. Xuankong Zhenren urged.

Seeing this, Wu Feng didn't say anything more, and after saying goodbye to the elders, he entered the Dakong Temple with Ghost Doctor Xue.

As soon as I entered the temple gate, I saw several monks from the Dakong Temple, and they all knew each other, Wu Feng greeted everyone very politely, and those monks also returned the salute one by one, bypassing the main hall, on the way to the hut where Master Fan lived, Wu Feng saw the figure of several people from a distance, walking in the front, and Wu Feng was the most familiar with it, that is, his master Qingfeng Daochang, his steps were flustered, almost trotting over, followed by Master Fan and Master Huikong and others.

As soon as he saw the long breeze road, Wu Feng also ran a few steps, his inexplicable nose was a little sour, and for some reason, he seemed to have received some great grievance in his heart, and the tears could no longer be stopped, and they rolled down in an uproar.

Before he reached Qingfeng Daoist's side, Wu Feng knelt down in front of him and choked up: "Master, the apprentice is not filial, so you are worried about the old man." ”

Qingfeng Dao Chang is also red, since the mass grave in the first battle, was beaten into a serious injury and fell unconscious by the head of the degraded master Weng Chai for several months, the eldest apprentice Zhou Ming is lying there life and death is uncertain, and the little apprentice is gone, how can he not miss it for several months? For him, these two apprentices are the hard work of his life, and he has always regarded them as his own sons.