The Goldfinch has really gone berserk and just flown out of the Valley of Flames!

The Hangcheng demon slaying team led by Gu Yan, as well as the eminent monks of Putuo Mountain, did not say a word, and immediately entered the state of preparing for battle. With such a large group of people, the Goldfinch should not have been ignored, but it obviously noticed that there were more people on the other side of the main hall, and flew over again with a flutter of its wings. Gu Yan and others hurriedly chased after them, but where could they catch up?

In the Valley of Flames, Wang Qianchen appeared, and immediately took out the medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Master Puji, while Du Hong asked nervously, "Senior Brother Puji, how are you?" ”

Master Puji did not speak, but trembled and stretched out a hand, pointing in the direction of Abbot Huiguang's meditation.

By the way, there is also Abbot Huiguang!

From the male bird going wild to flying out of the Valley of Flames, Abbot Huiguang didn't make any moves. Even if he is in retreat and cultivating, he should not be completely unresponsive, and seeing that Putuo Mountain is about to encounter a catastrophe, it is impossible for him, as the abbot, to stand idly by.

"Master!" Du Hong stumbled towards Abbot Huiguang.

After three or two steps, he rushed behind Abbot Huiguang, grabbed his arm and said, "Master, the goldenfinch bird has gone berserk......

Before he finished speaking, Du Hong's eyes widened: "Master...... Master......"

"What's going on?!" Wang Qianchen raised his head and asked, the only hope now is Abbot Huiguang, as one of the seven powerhouses of Great Xia, it shouldn't be a problem for him to clean up a rampaging Goldfinch Bird.

But Du Hong's face was full of consternation, as if he had discovered something terrible.

"What the hell is going on?" Seeing that Du Hong was still in a daze, Wang Qianchen asked again.

"Division...... Master is dead ......" Master Puji sat up with difficulty, and broke Du Hong's unbelievable answer.

"When?! Why didn't you tell me?! Master has passed away, why don't you let him be buried, why do you still let him sit here?! Du Hong turned his head sharply and roared at Master Puji, his eyes flushed and tears in his eyes.

When he was in the training camp before, Du Hong said that the relationship between him and Abbot Huiguang was not very good, he was a master and apprentice on the surface, and he always used the title of "that old man" in private, and after being trained by Song Chongjian several times, he changed it to "my master".

In Du Hong's words, he didn't want to become a disciple of Putuo Mountain at all, but the abbot of Huiguang invited him many times and promised to give him a full range of resources, so he reluctantly became a lay disciple, and as for the formal ordination and ordination, he didn't even think about it.

Therefore, he has always been very dissatisfied with Abbot Huiguang, and he has to be more resentful than grateful.

But now, seeing the abbot Huiguang who has passed away, Du Hong's heart seems to be blocked by something, and he is unspeakably uncomfortable. Think about it carefully, how well Abbot Huiguang treats him, no matter how willful and foolish he is, he always has a tolerant attitude, he used to take it for granted, he is a genius, is it not normal to be held by others? It wasn't until Abbot Huiguang died in front of him that he felt that the best person really wasn't there.

"Boom, boom—"

Not far away, there were sounds of explosions and collapses, accompanied by a lot of wails and screams, and the rampaging golden-winged bird was making a fuss in Putuo Mountain, which also woke Du Hong up.

"Senior Brother Puji, what should I do?" Du Hong held Abbot Huiguang's body with his hands, trembling all over his body, angry, scared, and panicked...... A variety of emotions intertwined in his heart.

Master Puji sat up with difficulty, raised his head and said, "Master told me before he died that there will be a great disaster in Putuo Mountain in the future, and it should be today!" He left a spiritual power on top of his Zen staff, saying that with this Zen staff, he could survive the crisis......

Abbot Huiguang did have a golden nine-ring tin staff standing next to him, which was the spiritual weapon he used during his lifetime.

Without saying a word, Du Hong straightened the body of Abbot Huiguang and copied the Zen staff again. However, at this moment, Du Hong said with a little confusion: "What kind of spiritual power, I don't feel it?" ”

If, as Master Puji said, he could get through the crisis with this Zen staff, then Du Hong should feel abundant strength at this moment. After all, the rampaging Goldfinch is extremely fierce, how can it deal with it without abundant strength?

But Du Hong didn't feel anything, he was still him, and there was no change.

Master Puji still raised his head and said with difficulty: "Master said that only those who really have wisdom roots can gain strength from the Zen staff!" ”

"This person, isn't it me......" Du Hong held the Zen staff, his hands trembled slightly, and the sound of "booming" explosions and the wails of the disciples of Putuo Mountain kept coming from his ears.

"It's you ......," Master Puji gasped and said, "You have to be formally ordained and ordained in order to fully arouse Huigen......

"Good!" Du Hong did not hesitate and immediately rushed to Master Puji.

"Please shave my head for me!" Du Hong knelt on the ground and buried his face.

"Senior Brother Du, you have to think about ......"

"Please shave my head for me!"

Master Puji stopped talking, took out a razor from his bosom, and put it on Du Hong's scalp.