After listening to the old nun's words, Jia Luo sighed in her heart, this Feng Zhengyang is really a warm-hearted person, how many people he has instructed in his cultivation, from this point of view, Feng Zhengyang is definitely a good person, after all, for people in the rivers and lakes, exercises have always been a very mysterious thing, and it is also a very precious thing, except for the people closest to him, no one will teach it, but Feng Zhengyang is able to help those who have low cultivation.

From this point alone, it can be concluded that Feng Zhengyang is really a good person.

Feng Zhengyang didn't expect that the people in the Jing'an would naturally evaluate him like this, which seemed a little wrong! Could it be that there was fraud in this? So Feng Zhengyang squinted at the old nun, wanting to see if she was lying to him, but from the eyes of the old nun, he only saw tranquility, not cunning, and it didn't seem like she was lying to him.

And this look is to make him feel ashamed, he seems to be a little bit of a villain's belly, it seems that people don't hate the things he did at the beginning, but remember his good, and if it's like this, he just feels more embarrassed, so many years he has really been weird people, in fact, what does he have to blame others!

Sometimes he just let out a long sigh and said: "Don't mention the things of the past, I didn't do too much, not to mention, I also did wrong things, your ancestor told me too well, how is she? How many years has she lived? Is there any pain before dying?"

When Feng Zhengyang asked these words, there was a faint sentimentality in his tone, this is really rare, for Jialuo's ancestor, but he didn't even ask these words, let alone any sadness, it can be seen from these things that the status of the two people in Feng Zhengyang's heart is really completely different.

In this way, Jia Luo is a little unbalanced, if you want to praise this master, they Baiyuemen are also very good, then it is really the same as being grateful to Dade, why didn't they get the same treatment?

The old nun spoke at this time, and listened to her say: "The patriarch lived for one hundred and sixty-two years, and there was no pain before his death, and she ended up smiling, in fact, she had sensed that she was going to die a month ago, so at that time, she prepared everything early, and finally left this earthly world peacefully on the night of the full moon. ”

Feng Zhengyang nodded and said, "It doesn't matter which world you go to, as long as you don't suffer any pain, that's fine." ”

In fact, Feng Zhengyang really doesn't pay much attention to what life and death is, because he has seen too many life and death over the years, and now the life and death that can touch him is only his own, the reason why he asks like this is just to express the feelings in his heart, he really regrets why he didn't come back in the first place, in the years since then, if he can accompany her more, I believe there will be no regrets.

Although the old nun said that she ended up smiling, in fact, Feng Zhengyang knew very well in her heart that there must be a knot in her heart, just like his own heart knot, it is impossible not to have it, but it means that she suppressed it, or she chose to forget, but no matter which aspect, she must have gone with that knot before she died, and she really regretted it very much! Nothing can be done all over again, even if something can be done all over again, but it's not the same time before.

The world is impermanent, creation makes people, Feng Zhengyang is a little sighing at this time, if he becomes an immortal, will he be able to get rid of the shackles of these worldly things! I'm afraid it's not so easy, because immortals are also bound by the Three Realms, and they are at the mercy of fate, the only difference is that the fate that everyone will face at that time is different, and the fate of each level and each realm has its own uniqueness.

But no matter what the difference is, in the final analysis, it is not under his control, what should end or end, what should be regretted or regretted, at this time, Feng Zhengyang just thought, even if he can become an immortal, it is just jumping from one fate to another, or this is his fate, it is his destiny to have such a time, so from this way of thinking, what has he changed?

In fact, nothing has changed! He is still him, fate is still fate, the difference is that his strength has increased, but if you think about it for so many years, hundreds of years, his strength has always been changing, but he has never changed, and he really just doesn't know how to say it.

After thinking of this, Feng Zhengyang's heart began to fluctuate a little, all the firmness before seemed to have begun to loosen at this moment, what is the point at all! No, there is really no meaning, just when Feng Zhengyang wanted to sigh like this, he suddenly woke up, he was so fragile! How could his mind have such a trace of wanting to collapse!

Feng Zhengyang hurriedly raised his true qi and stabilized his mind, it seems that this matter is really a bit strange, no matter how he says it, he is also a true master, where can he be influenced so easily! Even if this is a Guanyin Temple, it is impossible, he does not believe in gods and Buddhas, he has his own cultivation, has his own way, so a place like the Guanyin Palace, it is absolutely impossible to affect him, and there is only one thing that can affect him, I saw him looking at the old nun with blazing eyes, and then snorted coldly and said: "The Yuanluo mirror you are wearing, I really can't imagine that such a treasure will also be on your body, it seems that your cultivation is really not low." ”

There was finally a hint of relief in the old nun's eyes, it was a shock, she had broken that sense of tranquility, and she couldn't maintain that tranquility realm, because he really didn't expect that since Feng Zhengyang could resist the attack of Yuan Luo Mirror, he really deserved to be a master who had lived for hundreds of years, and it was really not so easy to deal with.

(三七 Chinese.)