Daochen Mountain.

Ye Xi'er's cry spread far away, startling the birds and finches in the forest to spread their wings one after another, and they could also see that Tang Yin and the two of them were frightened.

This pimp stick made Ye Xi'er keep turning in circles, and Ye Chen was smiling and drinking tea on the side.

"Dad, you're so bad!" Ye Ling'er glanced at Ye Chen with disdain, and Ye Chen looked at her and said:

"What do you know, this is called not beating, what to do if the child is too naughty, just beat it!"

Ye Ling'er kept sighing when she heard it: "The hexagram you gave Xi'er for divination that day is today's scene, right?" ”

"Nonsense, can your father and I be that kind of person?" What Ye Chen said was categorical, and Ye Ling'er was terrified when she heard it.

She decided to stay away from Ye Chen, she didn't know when she would be cheated by him, and she would have to suffer this pimp.

"You two little ones come here!" Ye Chen hooked his hand at Tang Yin and the others, and the two collapsed in an instant, and walked over slowly.

Ye Xi'er's heart-rending cry made the two of them stand uneasy, and Ye Chen chuckled: "Don't be afraid, I'm still very kind." ”

He said to Tang, "Go and bring the big wooden barrel next to the field." Then he pointed to Song Wencheng and said, "Burn the fire." ”

The two of them went to work tremblingly, and they also had ghosts in their hearts, and finally met and looked at each other, they felt that Ye Chen wanted to cook them.

This made them even more scared, didn't they just beat a little monk, as for it?

Although they were scared in their hearts, the two of them did not dare to delay, and after a while, the hot water had been boiled and all poured into the wooden barrel.

Ye Chen nodded: "Take off your clothes and jump in!" ”

Song Wencheng was about to cry, and his little face was full of fear, "Emperor Chen, can't you jump away?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked in the ass, and the huge force kicked him directly into the barrel.

Ye Chen stretched out his hands, and the herbs flickered in front of him, and his hands caressed it, and the herbs instantly turned into liquid, and they were all thrown into the bucket by Ye Chen.

At this moment, Song Wencheng knew that Ye Chen was helping him break the vein and reshape his muscles and bones for him.

He hurriedly undressed and sat naked in the bucket.

"Look at it, a stick of incense time, don't be greedy for fun so as not to cook him!" Ye Chen kicked Tang Yin, and the other party hurriedly assured.

Ye Chen looked at Song Wencheng and said: "It's up to you whether you succeed or not, after this pass, your future is limitless, you can't pass it, hehe......"

Ye Chen said and walked towards the field, "If you can't get by, you just wait for death." ”

When Ye Ling'er heard him say this, she didn't dare to be careless, and looked at Song Wencheng with a grim face and said, "Cutting off the pulse is more painful than breaking bones and making it again." ”

"If you don't feel sure, you can give up!" Song Wencheng shook his head: "Emperor, Wencheng has been looking for immortals for many years, and today he has to meet the Emperor of Dust to help." ”

"Wencheng only has this one chance, whether it succeeds or not, I have to give it a try." Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ye Ling'er nodded.

It is strange that the fire under the barrel was flipped over, but the fire did not ignite the barrel.

Seeing this, Tang Yin filled in a fire technique, and the temperature of the wooden barrel also increased instantly, and Song Wencheng slowly felt the pain.

This pain is not the pain of the flesh and skin, but the pain in the bones, a very uncomfortable pain, as the fire becomes more and more vigorous, the muffled snort continues to sound.

On the other side, Wang Muning was also tired and stopped, she naturally saw the scene here, but she didn't come over.

After all, there is a leaf dust at the bottom, and nothing usually happens, thinking so in her heart, she squatted down and continued to transplant the peach blossom tree.

"Go to the side!" Seeing Ye Xi'er touching her ass and standing in place choking, Wang Muning scolded and blocked her way.

Ye Xi'er was angry with Wang Muning in her heart, she naturally wouldn't talk to her, she was very hungry before, and she didn't feel hungry now.

"I'm not going to eat any more of you!" Ye Xi'er thought about walking to the ridge and sitting down, fantasizing in her heart that she was going to go on a hunger strike.

starved himself to death without eating a mouthful of food, so that Wang Muning would regret it when the time came, and when the time came, he would hold his corpse and cry, so that they would all regret it.

"Xi'er, do you want to eat soft cakes?" Ye Chen's voice sounded out at an inopportune time, interrupting her fantasy.

She didn't speak, she still sat choked on the ridge, thinking that she was an abandoned child.

Seeing this, Ye Chen stepped forward with a smile, put the soft cake on her nose and shook it left and right: "Tell me about you, you don't want to make trouble obediently, can your mother beat you?" ”

"She definitely can't beat you, I've pleaded with you, but your mother won't listen!"

"Alas!" He sighed.

Seeing this, Ye Xi'er swallowed non-stop: "If you don't provoke behind your back, my mother can beat me?" ”

"What's that your name?" A touch of embarrassment instantly appeared on Ye Chen's face: "When did I provoke it?" ”

"You provoked, you seem to be speaking for me, but in fact, you are deliberately provoking my mother and letting her beat me, I will never play with you again!"

Ye Chen stared at her little face and smiled, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The child is older, it's not easy to deceive!" ”

"Good, good!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Ye Chen, and Ye Chen didn't look back, and stuffed the soft cake into Ye Xi'er's hand:

"Dad apologizes to you, eat one, don't be hungry!" is the so-called apology, once born, second ripe, Ye Chenju perfectly interpreted.

Ye Xi'er didn't refuse, but stared at the figure behind Ye Chen, while Ye Chen touched her head and chuckled:

"Let's see how your eldest sister is doing."

"Dad, he ......" Ye Xi'er was interrupted by Ye Chen as soon as she spoke: "Go, don't get in the way!" ”

Ye Xi'er got up and walked back three times, Ye Chen slowly turned around and smiled at the visitor:

"The master is bold, and he is not afraid of dying on my mountain?"

It was an old monk dressed in a hundred robes, and except for a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, there was nothing outside on his body.

"Good, good, the Holy Master laughed, the old man is just here to meet the Holy Master!"

"Please!"

"Please!" Ye Chen said and sat in the field, and the old monk also sat on the ground without the slightest hesitation.

"Does the master like to drink wine or tea?" Ye Chen took out a pot of wine and a teapot and put them together.

"What does the Holy Master like to drink?" The old monk looked gentle, and as he spoke, he also took out a pot of tea and a pot of wine.

"The master is confused." Ye Chen smiled and pinched a tuft of soil, slowly threw it into the teapot, and handed the teapot to the old monk.

The old monk saluted Buddha in one hand, and the other hand was like Ye Chen, but he poured the soil into the wine pot and slowly handed it to Ye Chen.

"Master, please!"

"Holy Master, please!"

The two of them lifted the jug and the teapot, but both were mixed with soil.

Ye Chen lifted the wine jug and drank it in one gulp, and suddenly a terrifying Buddha power erupted in his body.

This Buddha power was so strong that it was almost yang, and it collided wantonly in the meridians, causing the power of martial arts to go up and down, and Ye Chen's breath was instantly disordered.

The Buddha's power went straight down to the dantian, but as soon as he went down, he was defeated by Ye Tian's main coffin, and the remaining Buddha's power attacked the divine soul again.

But Ye Chen's soul was guarded by Bai Mo's body, Qinglian, how could he get in, and he was absorbed by Qinglian before he entered.

Ye Chen instantly regained his composure, and looked at the old monk sitting opposite him with a smile.

The old monk didn't know that Ye Chen had something to do, but now that he was in trouble, Ye Chen's pot of tea tasted too bitter.

He couldn't swallow it, so he only swallowed one mouthful, and then he didn't dare to drink more, because there was a catastrophe in this pot of tea.

Even if there is a catastrophe, there are also yin and yang qi and a trace of indescribable power.

This was much more terrifying than his Buddha power, and his Buddha power was instantly devoured by the calamity qi, and it also destroyed his meridians.

The two qi of yin and yang flowed everywhere, and whatever he encountered, he had grown to a scale that he could not suppress.

What shocked him the most was the innumerable and incomprehensible power, which seemed to have no power, but it could be integrated into his Buddha power.

His Buddha power is not rejected at all, this is the most terrifying, as long as Ye Chen does it now, this trace of power can destroy his divine seal at any time.

Once the Divine Seal is destroyed, he will inevitably fall in an instant.

The most important thing for the gods is the divine seal, the dantian is no longer of much use, and the power is stored in the divine seal.

But what made the old monk anxious was that these three forces had fused and were heading towards the Divine Seal, and once he was touched, he would definitely fall.

Seeing him sitting on the ground with a serious face and not saying a word, Ye Chen chuckled: "Master, you are a member of Buddhism, but you are not good at drinking tea." ”

Ye Chen slowly pinched a tuft of soil, threw it at the wine jug in front of the old monk, and handed it to him with a chuckle.

"It's better to give up the bitter tea and switch to drinking, so you can taste it!"

Seeing him handing it to himself with a smile, the old monk didn't care about breaking the vows, so he lifted the wine jug and took a sip.

In the next second, the power of the martial arts in his body disappeared in an instant, and even the indescribable power was gone.

After carefully probing and finding that it had really disappeared, the old monk slowly opened his eyes.

"Good, the Holy Master is really extraordinary!" The old monk's gentle face also instantly became sad, and he kept shaking his head.

Ye Chen smiled indifferently: "The master went to Shikong, the second temple of Ranye, can you have a harvest?" ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly: "The Holy Master's Heavenly Machine Technique is worthy of its name!" ”

Ye Chen shook his head: "When I established the martial arts, I thought that someone would come, but I never came so late. ”

"I am kind to others, and the martial arts are not for myself all the way, just to save the ten thousand souls who have sunk into the abyss, can the master see it?"

"The old man saw it!" The old monk sighed and kept chanting the Buddha's name.

"The Buddha said that I am the suffering of all Buddhas, I don't know what the Buddha said?" Ye Chen pressed forward step by step, and the old monk didn't explain, but his face became more and more sad.

"What does the master think of the scenery of the Yu Dynasty?" Ye Chen chuckled.

"When the people are prosperous, the people are well."

"If you take the words of the Buddha, what is this?" Ye Chen asked again, the old monk wanted to speak and stopped, and after a few breaths, he slowly performed the Buddha salute.

"It's the old man's delusion!" Ye Chen waved his hand:

"The master doesn't have to blame himself, don't hide it from the master, although I am a holy master, I know the Tao."

Ye Chen said and grabbed a handful of moist soil, pinched it into a small figure in three or two strokes, and then threw it into the distance.

The villain is getting bigger. In a few breaths, he turned into a living creature.

The clay man slowly turned around and arched his hand at Ye Chen: "Lord! ”

The old monk was amazed when he saw it, he made people out of the soil, not to mention those who have not become gods, even those who have become gods and immortals, and they can't do it.

Ye Chen looked at his surprised expression and smiled indifferently, this kind of technique was his own inheritance after he reshaped in Broken River City and was reborn in Nirvana.

As his cultivation slowly increased, this technique was slowly excavated by him.

This is a real ancient technique, the same as the prayer technique of the third child, which is unique in the world.

"I am a master of the channel, and I am also a heavenly master, and the name of this holy master can be left or not."

The old monk said kindly, Ye Chen's words are good, he has such a ability, the name of this holy master is not so important.

After all, in the name of the Holy Master, there is no chance, but there are many dangers, so it is better not to.

"Ask the master again, the Buddha said that I am suffering for all Buddhas, if I give up the name of this holy master, can the Buddha cover this cause and effect?"

The old monk shook his head very calmly, since he said that he wanted to kill him, then he had to die, and if he gave up the name of the holy master, he had to die.

"So, am I wrong or is it Buddha's fault?"

Ye Chen stared at the old monk closely, but saw him bow his head and be silent.