Chapter Seventy-Eight: Who Says Immortality
"If it's business as usual, then I'll come back every day to visit my father." The wind smiled with the stars, his eyebrows raised, and his words were squeamish.
Feng Zheng shook his head a few times, the undercurrent in his eyes surged, staring directly at the sky, and said bluntly: "Our whole life is only more than a hundred years of life, and even more, it is less than a hundred years, do you know why?" β
"My daughter doesn't know, but my father knows?" Seeing that the topic returned to heavy, the wind followed the stars and snorted.
"I don't know, but I know that immortals can live forever and live forever in heaven." Feng Zheng held his head high and pointed his finger to the sky, and his voice became a little louder.
Then he continued: "The same person, he has only one more immortal character, and he can live forever, but we have to go through the cycle of rebirth, and what do you say that life and death are the laws of the world, and why is this?" β
Speaking of this, Feng Zheng's originally powerful voice became a little hoarse again.
Feng Suixing heard this, stunned in place, she is just an eighteen-year-old girl, although she is about to marry a wife, turn a new page in her life, but she has never thought about these things that are extremely far away from herself, the so-called immortality, she only feels that it is a concept in the legend, ethereal, far away in the sky.
"One day, people will know the truth." Feng Zheng frowned, in this world, there are too many things that he can't see through and guess, his realm has been in the second type of people for a long time, although he is about to come to the threshold of the first type of people, but there is still a long way to go to break through, and he can't and dare not let go of any opportunity.
Zhou Zong's every word and deed, every move involved the people of the East Pole Gate. He is not a good man, Mozong has been in the hands of the Feng family for several generations, and now he uses power and means to push it to the supremacy of Los Angeles, but this is far from enough, how to stand on the pinnacle of the world, let Mozong override the major sects such as Zhenghou Mountain and Buddhism, is his lifelong wish.
The fulfillment of a long-cherished wish is by no means an overnight achievement, but a long-term accumulation. But accumulation alone is not enough, no matter what kind of road, there are difficulties and obstacles, and there will be bottlenecks.
He took a deep breath and looked indifferently at the wind and stars, his eyes had already returned to calm. Last night's Nine Heavenly Thunders alone made Mo Sect spend so much effort, which made him too unwilling.
After a moment of silence, Feng Zheng said again: "This time the demon is slaughtered, and the East Pole Gate will definitely intervene." When you go out, don't mess around, and cause trouble in vain. β
"If the East Pole Gate dares to touch me, I will beat them all over the ground to find teeth." Feng Suixing remembered that he was humiliated by He Wangshu in the Fang Market a few days ago, so he was angry, clenched his fists, and said indignantly.
"Xing'er, don't mess around."
Feng Zheng's face was solemn, and although his tone was reproachful, he was rigid and soft, not really harsh.
"My daughter knows, it's just that the people at Dongjimen are too arrogant, and my daughter met that in the market a few days ago... That monster who is neither male nor female, how dare he insult me. β
Feng Suixing was the first wicked person to complain, and poured the bitter water to Feng Zheng, but the Qiu Fang on the side sneered, and scolded secretly in his heart: "This little demon girl is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, obviously she is at fault first, but she is beaten upside down." β
"Not a man or a woman?"
The corners of Feng Zheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked puzzled.
"It's the cloak, and the hanger is the one." Feng Suixing said as he spoke, and gestured with his hand to He Wangshu's outline.
If Uncle Ten knew that he was described like this by the wind and the stars, he would definitely be furious. Qiu Fang saw that he heard the words of Feng Suixing, but he was not angry, and even laughed secretly in his heart.
If someone scolds other uncles, of course he is filled with righteous indignation, even if he can't refute it, he will hum and chirp a few words in his heart. But if someone scolds He Wangshu, isn't this something that everyone in the world is looking forward to, after all, He Wangshu's mouth is the most owed in the world. Even a good old man like Qiu Fang sometimes can't help but want to sew his thin lips to death with a needle and thread.
"You mean He Wangshu?" Feng Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Feng followed the stars for a moment, made a contemplative gesture, and only after a moment did he say, "It seems to be called such a name." β
Seeing her so naΓ―ve, Feng Zheng laughed helplessly: "You, you, you just don't want to let me worry." β
"Why doesn't my daughter let her father worry?" Feng followed Xing Sakura's lips half-pursed, with a little annoyance, and a little coquettish, and said angrily.
This scene of father's love and daughter's filial piety fell in Qiu Fang's eyes, and he felt that his scalp was numb, he couldn't help but shudder, rubbed the tip of his nose, and withdrew the residual light that had been glancing at them, for fear of being seen by the wind and the stars.
Don't look at this little demon girl who is quite well-behaved and reasonable in front of Feng Zheng, and when Feng Zheng leaves, she will inevitably have to be scolded a few more times.
"I think recently, I still have to find you a few guards, otherwise if you have three long and two short, it will cut off my heart." Feng Zheng sighed slowly, looking at Feng Suixing's eyes bright.
"Why do you need to be in such trouble." Feng Suixing shook his head disappreciatively.
"No, don't be careless, as far as I know, this demon hides secret arts, she has fought with Zhou Zong before, Dongjimen must know, in case they attack you and threaten me again, what should I do?"
Feng Zheng Zhengzhi said, he was thoughtful, and he had already rehearsed the possible situation in his mind.
Qiu Fang snorted silently, the people of Dongjimen are above board, how could they use such indiscriminate means. However, he thought about it, if he was He Wangshu, he was afraid that he would really do such an act.
"The youkai... What are you capable of?"
When it comes to monsters, Ren Feng has no one in his eyes anymore, and he has to feel a pang in his heart, and he paused halfway through speaking.
Feng Zheng looked around the surroundings, perhaps thinking that they were all familiar faces in the sect, and they were all ordinary subordinates that he could determine, so he said defenselessly: "She can actually use the Buddhist exercises. β
"Buddhism, my daughter has heard of it, isn't it only bald heads who can do these skills?"
"What a bald head." Feng Zheng frowned, corrected towards Feng Suixing, and then continued, "It's not that only monks can use it, but people who are dedicated to the Buddha can use the Buddhist exercises." β
"Oh... But that Shifang monk, spending all day and drinking, singing every night, how can he use it?" Feng Suixing is puzzled, this Shifang monk is also the first type of person in the world, and he has extraordinary attainments in Buddhism, but he is greedy for beauty, and he is soaking in the wine pool and meat forest at any time, not like a Buddhist person at all.
"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." Feng Zheng muttered, and after that, he sneered, and said, "Wine and meat do not conflict with the Buddha, just a demon, but he knows how to worship the Buddha?"
"What if, then, she is a member of the Buddhist sect?"
In the end, Wind followed the star's voice and gradually weakened, and even she couldn't believe that her words were true.
Feng Zheng glanced at her, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "But these things are not secrets. β
"And what's the secret?" Feng Suixing hurriedly asked.
Feng Zheng stopped talking, but waved his hand to the busy crowd, and said loudly: "You all go down." β
When Qiu Fang heard this, he knew that Feng Zheng was talking about it, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he had to leave in a huff.
But as soon as he turned around, he took it to heart, his fingers together, ready to go, his body had been wiped out of the mana breath by the aggravating rune, as long as he cast another cloud talisman, he hid behind the root of the wall lightly, and he couldn't eavesdrop on one or two.
The secret that is worth retreating from the wind and politics naturally requires the soldiers to take risks in order to take the food from the tiger's mouth.
Just when he was complacent, Hongyue said softly: "Gu Ya, aren't you leaving?" β
Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, his steps were slow, and he followed behind everyone, but he didn't think that Hongyue turned back to him with some confusion.
"Yes, yes." Qiu Fang said perfunctorily, but his pace did not speed up, as long as everyone left, he would have an opportunity.
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
Who knew that Hongyue paused and asked with a little concern, as if she was still waiting for him to step forward.
"Don't get in the way, sister, let's go first." Qiu Fang secretly screamed that it was not good, but there was no better way to take this woman away.
"Do you want me to help you for a while?"
Hongyue's laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, and although it was just a joke, she still refused to move, looking like she had to wait for the autumn boat.
Qiu Fang was helpless, so he had to walk a few steps faster and catch up with everyone, and he felt sorry for him.
Back in the house, Qiu Fang clenched his fists and smashed on the futon angrily, obviously a good opportunity, who expected to be disturbed by Hongyue's inexplicable care.
Immediately, he plunged headlong into the futon again, and the thoughts in his mind scattered wildly.
Recalling Feng Zheng's words, Qiu Fang also had a few different feelings. Between the words of his uncles, he vaguely knew that his master had entered the demon path, but why did he enter the demon path, but he only heard three words and could not restore the whole picture of the situation.
But why do people have to ask for an immortality?
He asked himself, he walked on the ghost gate last night, death is terrifying, but in his mind, this is a level that he will face sooner or later, just like the wind follows the stars, the so-called immortality, Wu Qiufang has not thought about it.
Perhaps only people who are about to die will have a fear of death in their hearts, saying that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and a young man like him does not really understand death, and naturally he will not think about immortality day and night.
Qiu Fang shook his head, thinking of last night's incident, he touched his right eye again, this day, as if everything was the same, this eye returned to normal, and there was no story that surprised him.
This Li Changfeng is really strange. He was upset, he didn't catch anything, and he almost lost his life, so it would be worth the loss.
However, there are endless treasures in this world, and it is unknown when he will really save his life.
He shook his head, trying his best not to think about these illusory things. The top priority at the moment is the black shadow who is imprisoned in the backyard, since Feng Zheng said that it will take time for the enchantment to be repaired, then he can naturally go to the backyard again.
Success is taken in detail, wealth and danger are sought.