Wan Yan Feng looked at the old tree at the entrance of the village, remembering that three years ago, the rickety body of the old man pulled an ignorant child to the mountains with a sad face, Wan Yan Feng felt a faint pain in his heart, and every sleepless night after that, he remembered the hometown in his memory, and gradually there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wan Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the stone under the tree, closed his eyes and began to cultivate, but his state of mind still couldn't be calm. Finally, I walked in the direction of my home with heavy steps. Approaching Chaimen, I saw that the road was overgrown with weeds and few footprints, and a feeling of unease suddenly rose in my heart. Walking quickly to the door, sure enough, the chai door was closed, and the courtyard was dilapidated and miserable. stepped forward and knocked on the door, without a trace of response, Wan Yanfeng opened the almost rotten firewood door and came to the courtyard, feeling lonely, so he found a stool and sat in the courtyard looking at the sky in a daze.

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright, and a thin figure appeared at the head of the village, only to see that he looked solemn but still a little reluctant, and walked down the mountain step by step.

"Wanyan, where have you been?"

When I returned to Changshou Village, I saw Xiao You and Jinghong Baiyu waiting anxiously, and when I saw Yan Feng coming safely and soundly, I smiled at the end.

"It's okay, I'm just going back to the place and walking!" Wan Yanfeng smiled.

"I'm scared of us, do you think something happened to you?" Xiao You complained, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, yesterday the little monk sent a letter to the family, saying that he would be back almost today." ”

"Today?" Wan Yan Feng frowned, turned around slowly, and said, "It seems that he really moved the rescuers, but it's okay, this trip to the troubled waters, even if it passes, after all, they have many masters in the Transformation Temple, and they will solve their own affairs." ”

"Also, any elder brought out by the Transformation Temple is stronger than the three of us!"

"Wanyan!Xiaoyu!Xiaoyou!You three bastards!"

When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other and smiled, naturally knowing who was coming, and they knew that it was Hui Song as soon as they heard this loud voice, and then the three of them quietly got up and walked in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, I saw two more monks not far away, and the three of them quietly walked around to an old tree at the end, and their voices were clear, only to see Hui Song's rude steps, followed by a little monk.

"Great monk, where are you going?" Wan Yanfeng looked at the oncoming Hui Song and said with a smile.

"Poverty and hatred are from the Tang Dynasty in the east, go to the West Heaven, worship the Buddha and seek scriptures, pass by here, and spend the night!" Hui Song said serious nonsense.

"Yo, when you come here, Uncle Xingben will be merciful and donate some essence to you. Jinghong Baiyu smiled obscenely, and was about to reach out to put on his pants as he spoke.

Xiao You: "......"

Hui Song: "......"

"Okay, let's stop making trouble!" Wan Yanfeng smiled, and then his eyes fell on Hui Song, and a friendly smile leaked from his face.