"Oh, it's bad, by this time, I should send food to the old monk, I guess he is already hungry. Qin Feng looked at the time, it was already past noon, every day at noon, he had to send lunch to an old monk on the mountain, and other children had also accompanied Qin Feng a few times, but it was just a broken temple, the old monk lived there alone, it was rare to see him chanting the scriptures, most of the time was spent sleeping, although he had long eyebrows and long beards, he was also white and fat, and he could not see the traces of the erosion of Fengyue on his face. I don't know how long he has been here, but I remember that he lived here when Qin Feng was born.

"Okay, there you go. Guo Yong also felt a little hungry, so he went home for lunch after pulling out some dried herbs.

"Brother Feng, do you want me to accompany you?" Xu Qing on the side asked affectionately.

"No, you also know that the old monk has a strange temper and doesn't like to see women. ”

"Those monks probably think that women are tigers, huh. Xu Qing heard Qin Feng say this, and then thought that he had accompanied Qin Feng to see the old monk a few times before, and was always driven away by him, and couldn't help but be a little angry.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll play with you when I come back from bringing food to the old monk, okay?"

"That's pretty much it. Xu Qing turned her anger into a smile, "Then you go, remember to go early and return early." The herb is a little itchy on it, don't scratch it, it will be fine in two days. ”

"I know, you're hungry too, go home and eat. Qin Feng came to the kitchen after saying goodbye to Xu Qing, heated up some meals, filled a large bowl of rice, added a few vegetarian dishes, and walked towards the mountain with a basket.

At the head of a quiet mountain in Dusu Mountain, an old monk like the name of this mountain, has been living alone here for fifteen years, at this moment he is sitting on the stone steps in front of the broken temple with his eyes closed, he touched his stomach, he felt a little hungry, and it was not too early to see that it was not early, and he couldn't help but be slightly angry in his heart: "This kid, I forgot about it today, why don't you come, forget it, I don't care about him, I'll find something to eat myself." ”

He stood up, and looked around, only to see a bush not far away, and a wild man eating grass there. The old monk's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "I was so hungry that I was panicking, and you delivered this meal to the door by yourself." I saw him bend down and pick up a stone and throw it at the wild man, and the stone drew a strong wind in the air, and the stone was in the middle of the field. The hare immediately fell to the ground, kicked his leg a few times, and whimpered for his life.

The old monk walked over, and when he lifted it, he weighed a few pounds, about three or four pounds, and he looked very fat. He took a stone knife from his sleeve, cleaned the fur of the wild man, removed his internal organs, washed the blood, and set up a fire to burn it. This technique is extremely skillful, and it must not be the first time he has eaten wild game like this.

Not long after, the wild man's complexion was shiny and golden, and there was a burst of ripe fragrance, and the old monk said in his mouth: "Ye Fu, Ye Fu, you have reached the mouth of the old man in this life, and the old man will definitely give you a few good words in front of the Buddha, so that you can be reincarnated as a human in the next life and avoid the pain of peeling your skin." ”

He muttered to himself, which was regarded as chanting for this hare, looking at the roasted hare, saliva dripping from his mouth. "Alright, it's time to enjoy. Just as he was about to take down the wild man and tear off one of his legs, suddenly a line of green light flashed in the sky, and the old monk's heart sank: "This mountain is located on the border of the Dragon Kingdom, when has such a powerful figure appeared? Could it be—" Just as he was guessing, the green mang fell to the ground like a meteor and stopped in front of the broken temple, and the green mang faded, only to see a man in a white robe appear behind him.

"Okay, you old monk, I didn't expect to see you for more than ten years, but you are living happily here, eating barbecue, humming a little song, just a pot of good wine, right?"

"Where am I humming, the old monk is giving it an excess. You come to see the old man, and you came here empty-handed? I haven't seen my old friend for so many years, and I didn't bring some good gifts?" the old monk tore off a free leg, put it in his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

"Oh, when did the old monk become like an ordinary man, he liked to accept money and gifts from others?"

"The old monk is a mortal, and he naturally does ordinary things, as for this precept, haha. The old monk ate another large piece of rabbit meat, "I ate it all." ”

"You, an old monk, are not afraid of the Buddha's reproach. The white-robed real man walked over and took out a wine bottle from his sleeve.

"Sure enough, there was good wine, and I knew that my friends would not come empty-handed. The Buddha was in bliss in the western heavens, how could he have mercy on the suffering of the world. The old monk has lived alone in this broken mountain for fifteen years, and the eight precepts have broken the seven precepts, and he can't care so much, so quickly bring the wine. As he spoke, the old monk snatched the wine bottle from the white-robed real man's hand, uncorked it, and drank it with a bang.

"Sure enough, it's a good wine, I'm afraid this kind of wine is only available in the Dragon Kingdom Palace, what is this wine called? Dragon King Jelly? Not bad!" the old monk was amazed as he drank it.

"What a wine and meat monk!" The white-robed real man felt both ridiculous and funny about Lao Shang's greedy appearance.

"Well, full of wine and food, it is really the most enjoyable thing in the world. The old monk spat out a bone, drank the last few drops of wine, patted his bulging belly, and felt very satisfied. "I haven't seen you for the past fifteen years, how can I think of the old monk now?" It was only at this time that he turned around and looked at the white-robed real person in front of him: "You haven't changed much, it seems that in the past fifteen years, your cultivation has improved a lot." ”

"You are similar, meditating here on your knees, without the disturbance of the outside world, although this place is a little quiet, but it is definitely a treasure land suitable for cultivation. ”

"Come on, come on, don't talk nonsense, don't tout each other, let's go through a few tricks first, and stand up to the top. The old monk hasn't been with the same person for more than ten years, and he has long been itching, and now you are here, make a move!"

When the white-robed real man saw the old monk make a move, he naturally couldn't be underestimated, and immediately unfolded his body, and the green mangs around him were enveloped. The old monk took the lead in attacking, only to see his divine palm fluttering, waving towards the white-robed real person, opening and closing, and magnificent. And the white-robed real man is agile, both offensive and defensive, and calm.

The two of them have made very frequent moves at the beginning, and the more they have been, the slower and slower they become, although the offensive is slow, but the spirit has risen sharply, obviously the simple moves can no longer determine whether they win or lose, and the master competition pays attention to the depth of cultivation. Every move of these two masters, the palm power was swallowed, and under the collision, the blood in the body surged, and they were amazed at each other's cultivation. The old monk saw this fight, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, but in the end he ended up with a broken tendon, so he shouted: "You are the first sword god in the world, without a sword, it is inevitable that you will lose your identity. With that, he dodged the aura of the white-robed real man, stretched out his hand, and rushed out of the roof of the temple with a Zen staff.

"This purple gold Zen staff, I'm afraid it hasn't been used for more than ten years, I think it was still a gift from the monarch of the Dragon Kingdom. Since the Puchen Divine Monk has even taken out the magic weapon of the house, if I don't use the magic weapon of the housekeeper, I will be a little disrespectful to you. After the white-robed real man finished speaking, he took out a sword wrapped in white stripes from the sword bag on his back, and he pulled out the white stripes, revealing an ancient cyan sword, the scabbard was full of blue light, and the sword was not unsheathed but let out a low dragon groan.

"Divine Dragon Blade?" the old monk was taken aback, "I can't imagine that the Divine Dragon Blade, one of the three great treasures in the world, is actually in your hands?"

"Master Puchen is really like a torch, yes, this is the legendary dragon blade, one of the three major artifacts in the world. The white-robed real man suddenly looked proud.

"Isn't this artifact only available to immortals?Could it be that you have already attained the Dao and ascended to immortal?" Puchen looked at it fixedly, and saw a faint immortal aura in the green mangs flowing around the white-robed real person, and it seemed that he was judging the right path. He immediately laughed: "Okay, Bai Yufeng, I don't want you to break through the Condensing Wave Realm and ascend to the Pulse Realm in only fifteen years, while I am still wandering in the Condensing Wave Realm. You're here today not only to show me your artifact, but also to show that you've reached a higher level of cultivation. I can't deal with just one divine dragon blade, not to mention that you have entered the immortal stream today, the old monk admits defeat and is convinced. Monk Puchen just put on a great momentum of competing with others and not giving up, now knowing that the opponent's cultivation has already been a lot higher than his own, he was a little disheartened, he sighed, and said: "It seems that the old monk has been abandoned for the past fifteen years." ”

Bai Yufeng saw that the old monk had already admitted defeat, and there was no need to fight, seeing that although Puchen was convinced, his expression was a little depressed, so he comforted: "I'm just lucky, the master will only need ten years and eight years to reach such a state." ”

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about that, you came here today, you shouldn't just show off your cultivation realm to me, right? Now that I've seen it, there are other things to talk about. ”

Bai Yufeng saw that Master Puchen's words were already a little impatient, and knew that he was angry in his heart, and said in his heart: "This old monk is so concerned about winning or losing. He and Master Puchen have been friends for decades, and he didn't care about the old monk's temper when he knew that he was so good, so he asked, "That person, how is it now?"

"He—" the old monk looked down the mountain, "fifteen years have passed, and in these fifteen years, he has not shown any vision. Sometimes I even wonder if the boy we took away fifteen years ago was the reincarnation of the Ancient God of the Flood Desolation. ”

"Oh?" Bai Yufeng's eyes also showed a hint of confusion, "Could it be that we were fooled back then?"

"What do you mean by that?" the old monk frowned.

"The person you are guarding has not seen any vision, but now the demon road is becoming more and more rampant, I heard that the young hero of the ancient god of the flood wilderness, waving his troops like a god, in recent years, the demon army has been greatly strengthened, and it has the potential to overwhelm the world. I'm afraid—"

"How can this be? When you say this, I am even more suspicious of the man I have guarded for more than ten years--alas! But it doesn't make sense! I witnessed the birth of this baby by the Virgin, and you and the Taoist of Tianxiong separated from the mountain, and I took the opportunity to snatch it. ”

"Hehe, I think it was really funny back then, we arranged for a monk of you to peep at the birth of the holy woman, and you also witnessed it with your own eyes, it was really insulting to your Buddhism. ”

"You don't talk about cool things here, I didn't want to live or die at the beginning, you two insisted on the common people in the world, so I just listened to the arrangement of the two of you, and now you say this sarcastically to me, what does it mean?" When Pu Chen heard Bai Yufeng speak like this, he immediately became angry.

"Okay, okay, you're just talking, why are you so angry?" Bai Yufeng stopped laughing, his expression became serious, and he paced back and forth in front of the broken temple, muttering in his mouth: "I'm afraid that if this boy is not the Ancient God of the Flood Desolation, it will be bad." ”

"What do you mean, then?" asked Master Puchen.

"Check the real thing!"

"How to test the true body?" the old monk asked puzzled.

"If this young man is really the Ancient God of the Flood Desolation, he will sooner or later burst out with the power of the Flood Desolation. Now I haven't seen anything unusual, probably I don't have any skills, and his power of the desolation is lurking in the ordinary body and cannot be exerted, if we teach him the three-layer qi realm, after he has a certain cultivation, maybe we can force him to send out the divine power of the desolation. Bai Yufeng said his thoughts.