"Give me back your heart!"

In the dark space, Lin Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and a monstrous aura shot out from the center of his eyebrows, making the whole person look hideous!

Dead?

Is it dead after all?

Hehe......

Lin Fan smiled bitterly, feeling sad for his fate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This year, he is only eighteen years old.

Originally, he was a monk in Qinglin Temple, but he encountered the biggest disaster in his life.

Half a month ago, when he went to the waterhole to fetch water, he saw a lovely girl, who was naked and immersed in the water.

The girl's smooth and flawless back shook Lin Fan's eyes and made his green heart flutter for the first time.

But that day.

The girl smiled back, and a vine came out of nowhere and pierced through his chest.

His heart was taken away.

The girl was gone.

......

The abbot said: "Enter the empty gate, cut off the mortal heart, even the evil will not dare to violate, but it is a pity that you did not do it...... The old man will take the heart of the Bodhi tree to extend your life for another year, and as for the future, look at the creation!"

Lin Fan touched the position of his heart, and it felt rough and hard to the touch, like tree bark.

That's right, there's a heart of a tree.

The abbot dug up a Bodhi tree heart and replaced it for him, and although he saved his life, he only had one year to live.

Lin Fan didn't accept his fate!

In order to find the evil that took his heart, he climbed several mountains, fainted with hunger, and fell off a cliff.

And then there is now, in total darkness, as if it were the underworld.

Just when Lin Fan was overwhelmed, a strong sense of weightlessness came......

......

The most barren southern wilderness in Eastern Xuanzhou.

In the starry sky, a black iron rod fell......

"Lao Tzu has made a fortune!" exclaimed from the overgrown wilderness valley.

A dry old man in a green scarf squatted on the ground, suddenly covered his mouth, and carefully observed the surroundings.

"I'm going to die, and it's not good for the demon beast to hear it. ”

The old man sighed for a while, and looked hungrily at the snow-white tree in front of him.

On this small tree, there are dozens of silver ice-colored peaches of the same size, and the peaches are crystal clear, like ice sculptures.

"It's almost ripe, don't hurry, don't hurry..."

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground and sat in a posture of meditation, but his eyes were not indifferent at all, still staring at the snow-white tree.

After a long stick of incense, a peach on the tree began to sway, as if it was about to break away from the branches.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly rolled over and rushed towards the peach, and couldn't wait to stretch out his dirty palm!

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air overhead.

He subconsciously glanced up, but this brief glance shocked him into a cold sweat.

"Huh!"

The old man's figure came to an abrupt halt, and his hair stood tall all over his body, and he actually saw a black iron rod!

"This is to kill for money!" the old man roared, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

"Ding!"

The stick slanted through the old man's crotch and poked into the dirt, and the exposed part was still vibrating violently!

On the ice peach tree, dozens of peaches fell to the ground, making a "horn horn" sound.

A strange thrust spread, and the old man was swept away ten meters away like a piece of paper in the wind. He shouted frantically: "What? stick, whoever shoots Lao Tzu with a stick, come out!"

At this time, a wave of aura gushed out from the roots of the ice peach tree and burrowed into the stick.

Lin Fan's expression was shocked, and then he greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, and the wound healed quickly.

Outside, the old man stood up and carefully circled around the black iron rod, his eyes mixed with suspicion and greed.

"What is this black stick? It actually fell from the sky, and it can release mana, and it can open the old bullet for more than ten meters, is it a treasure outside the sky? But this appearance is too ......."

"Donor?"

A voice suddenly rang out.

The old man was startled, and he looked around, but there was not even a human figure.

But the voice was clearly in my ears...... Don't?

The old man fixed his gaze on the black iron rod and asked, "Who? Who is talking?"

In the space inside the stick, in the dark, Lin Fan heard the old man's words, rubbed his bald head, and was a little confused.

"This is definitely not the underworld, it's like a dark room, how can I get out?" Who knew that as soon as Lin Fan had this thought, he was immediately bounced out by a strange force.

The old man looked at the big bald head that suddenly appeared in front of him, and trembled and stepped back.

"You're an immortal master?"

"Immortal Master?" Lin Fan thought for a moment and quickly shook his head.

"That's a ghost? Don't come here! I'm the village chief of Muling Village, and there are immortal masters in our village! His magic weapon talisman is as many as a cow's hair, be careful to accept you!"

“......”

Lin Fan was speechless for a while, he reached out and grabbed the exposed part of the black iron rod, and because it was inserted deeply, it took a lot of effort to finally pull it out.

"Ah!" the old man screamed when he saw this, turned and ran, and soon disappeared into the mountains.

Lin Fan was stunned, but he didn't expect this old man to be dry and thin, and he ran very quickly, he originally planned to ask where this was.

He looked at the black iron rod in his hand, a little confused.

The ice peach tree next to it, because of the natal aura was sucked clean by Lin Fan, at this time it began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally crystal clear branches and leaves turned into scorched wood, and the vitality dissipated into nothing.

Lin Fan touched the trunk of the tree and muttered, "You helped me treat it just now?" The little monk who saved his life could not repay it, recited a scripture for you, hoping that you would get out of the suffering and reach the other side." ”

After half a column of incense.

Lin Fan licked his dry lips, his stomach rumbling constantly, and he was extremely hungry.

He picked up a peach and ate it in a big gulp, feeling that it tasted surprisingly good, some of it was cold and refreshing, and the flesh was silky, as if he had eaten a sweet and glutinous ice porridge.

"This must be a fairy peach! I don't know if I will become an immortal ...... if I eat it."

Lin Fan ate five peaches, took off his tattered monk's robe, packed the remaining peaches, and walked out of the valley.

A few breaths later.

The ice peach tree turned into dust, with the tree as the center, and the surrounding area with a diameter of dozens of meters, the originally vigorous plants quickly withered, and in a few breaths, as if destroying the wood, weeds and small trees became flying ashes.

This land has become a place of death.

On the road.

Lin Fan tried hard to recall the experience after falling into the cliff, but he gained nothing, so he had to give up.

He carried the black iron rod on his shoulder, which was the only clue to the truth, and of course could not be discarded.

The sky in the distance revealed the white belly of the fish, Lin Fan shuttled through the mountains and wild seeds, and when he ran out of strength, he finally saw a neatly planned field.

"Great, finally able to meet humans!" Lin Fan was excited.

He was frightened all the way just now.

From time to time, a few strange beasts sprang out from the side of the road, some of them were still grinning, but fortunately he carried a black iron rod in his hand, which frightened the beasts away.

Lin Fan didn't stay any longer, and hurriedly ran towards the path in the distance.

"There, it's him, everyone, get on it!" a shout was heard, and a crowd surged in the distance.

Lin Fan looked up and found that it was actually the old man who ran away before.

At this time, there were more than a dozen sturdy men beside him, staring at him with wide eyes and holding all kinds of weapons in their hands.

"Village Chief, leave it to me!" shouted the black-faced strong man in the lead.

He was a full 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least 200 catties, and the sledgehammer in his hand was raised above his head, and the speed was extremely fast, and he was the first to rush over.

"Demon boy, where to escape, eat your bull master's hammer!" As soon as the black face ran to Lin Fan's side, before Lin Fan could react, the sledgehammer smashed down.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the pain in Lin Fan's premonition did not come, and he didn't even feel it.

He looked up cautiously and found the black face standing in place, his eyes glazed over, and the sledgehammer in his hand fell to the ground.

"Look, I'll just say this man is a ghost, you don't believe it! It's okay now, we're all dead!" said the old man, who seemed to be the village chief, with a crying voice.

"That, donors, the little monk is indeed not a monster. Lin Fan looked helpless.

"Haha!" Blackface laughed suddenly.

He picked up the sledgehammer in the ground, pointed to a circular depression on the hammer, and said with a pale expression: "I have seen it, I have seen it......"

After speaking, the black-faced strong man sat on the ground dejectedly, looking at the sledgehammer and muttering.

Lin Fan was also stunned when he saw the depression, he rubbed his bald head, and then he felt a little uncomfortable, but it was only a little uncomfortable.

In Qinglin Temple, his iron head skill is the best among the younger generation.

Lin Fan coughed dryly, and asked the old man who seemed to be more sane: "Village chief, may I ask what kind of place this is, do you know how to get to Qinglin Temple?"

The old man looked at Lin Fan blankly and was silent for a long time.