Feng Junzi was empty-handed, and Zhang Zhi was waiting outside. 【Full Text Reading】Feng Junzi went in and came out with a sigh after a while, almost in a blink of an eye! Although the Taoist priests of Qiyunguan did not know the situation at that time, they could also analyze it afterwards. The people who broke the formation took advantage of the chaos to sneak in, and the time could not be too long, and there could not be too many people. The most terrifying thing was that so many disciples in the temple didn't notice it at that time! Afterwards, the news that Qi Yunguan leaked out, the end of this demon subduing array was very miserable, not only was it broken, but even the twenty-eight pieces of talismans that had been painstakingly refined by the main sect were easily taken away!

Who has such great supernatural powers? Even the Lord of Hechen Guan himself probably can't do it! Among the high-ranking people known to people in Wucheng for nearly a hundred years, there are probably only three or five people who can count them with the fingers of one hand. The first is the head of the Zhengyi Gate and the master of the Dust Observatory, and it is impossible for the true person to go to his own house to make trouble, right? The second is Fahai, the senior brother of Fayuan, the current abbot of Jiulin Zen Monastery, Fahai (Xu Gongzi's note: How can it be called Fahai!, it can't be the one in "The Legend of the White Snake"?), this Fahai Zen master is said to have been in retreat for decades, has not set foot in the world, and it cannot be him. Then the third is the old living Buddha of Guangjiao Temple Geju Jizan. If you want to say that his old man ran to Qiyunguan to break through the formation to steal the Rui Beast, no one will believe it! But at that time, his disciple Shang Yunfei was in Qiyunguan, and he also stood up to help me speak. As a result, there are some boring people who secretly discuss, although they do not directly refer to the living Buddha, but they have the meaning of speculation.

It seems that he has great ability and fame, and sometimes it is not entirely a good thing, and other masters have done bad things, and it is inevitable that some people will suspect him. The old living Buddha must have heard this kind of discussion, so he had to stand up and make a gesture in both public and private affairs. He asked Shang Yunfei to greet me, but he left, obviously because he didn't want to see me for a short time, and his intention was to let the bystanders have enough time to know about this matter and know that he wanted to see me.

Mr. Zhang guessed that when the Living Buddha saw me, he probably didn't meet in private, but other people in the cultivation world would also be present. I'm afraid that these people all have one intention, that is, they want me to tell who is the master behind me? Because under normal circumstances, if this kind of master is involved, it is not a problem of one person, and the problem of two people is likely to be implicated in a major sect, then the problem will be complicated. Therefore, whether it is the main gate or the other cultivators who are secretly following me, they have not acted rashly for the time being. It's like a game of chess without showing up, and the gentleman is the most critical battle in the game.

I asked Mr. Zhang if I should go. Mr. Zhang said that I should go, but I can't just go quietly, but I should go in a bright and bright way, and it is best to beat gongs and drums to let everyone know that I am selfless in my heart. As for getting there, I told Qi Yunguan's experience as it was, anyway, what I did in Qi Yunguan, many pairs of eyes saw it, and some of them were witnesses. As for other things, such as the Wind Gentleman breaking the formation, Zhang Zhi and setting fire, he didn't say a word, and he didn't say a word about killing me! Anyway, they didn't dare to kill me.

Mr. Zhang is worthy of the old Jianghu in a few words, and he made it clear that the analysis of this seemingly simple matter was smooth and smooth, and how I should deal with it, which was much better than that of Feng Junzi, and it was right to ask him. But whether his advice is correct or not, I still feel a little selfish. He asked me not to say the name of the Feng Junzi no matter what, which is actually equivalent to not being able to confess Zhang Zhi. Of course, even if he didn't remind me so, I wouldn't have told Feng Junzi and Zhang Zhi to do it, and it wouldn't be good for them or me.

Finally, Mr. Zhang asked me, "What is the origin of your classmate Feng Junzi, and what is his relationship with you? Do you know which sect and sect he is?"

This question is a big question for me, I originally wanted to ask a little bit about the details of the gentleman in Mr. Zhang's mouth, but I didn't think that he would come to ask me. I replied, "My classmate, good friend, he is also a cultivator, and I don't know which sect or sect he is. Mr. Zhang, didn't you say you were going to investigate him? Don't you know?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head and sighed: "For the sake of Zhang Zhi, I also want to check this person, I even inquired about the fact that he was born with seven catties and eight taels, and his parents fed him coptis soup for the first time, but there is no news about this person's background in the cultivation world." An ordinary middle school student is cleaner than a blank sheet of paper. In fact, it is not right to investigate a cultivator in private, and I also know the rule of 'don't ask'...... It's like I've never asked you where you come from, from whom you came from, and who you learned from. (Xu Gongzi's note: There was an ancient custom that not everyone knew about it.) The world thinks that Coptis chinensis is the most bitter, so some parents do not feed breast milk for the first time after the baby is born, but Coptis chinensis, which means that they do not know that bitterness is bitter, taste bitterness when they are bitter, and then feel that it is sweeter. There is also a saying that babies who drink coptis soup for the first time are newborn, and children do not have poisonous carbuncles and boils. ）

Mr. Zhang said that he never asked me where I came from, and when he spoke, he looked at me in the hope that I could tell him something. I had no choice but to pretend to be confused and bow my head to answer this question. When Mr. Zhang saw that I didn't answer his words, he said: "I won't ask you this question, but you have to be mentally prepared, and when the time comes, you will go to Guangjiao Temple and think about what to say in front of everyone." ”

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"Yun Fei, I saw Zhou Song in the quiet light and shadow, and I watched him eat in a golden house wearing tattered clothes, holding a tattered bowl...... What's going on?"

This is me and Shang Yunfei talking. The location was his dormitory. At that time, there was no one else in his dormitory, so I told him that I was willing to go to see his master, and as for the time and place, he would inform me, and I would definitely go. After saying this, I suddenly remembered again, I saw Zhou Song's vision in the round mirror, and I couldn't help but ask. Feng Junzi said that this is the kung fu of Buddhism, and he doesn't know the mantra. Then it might be better to ask Yunfei this fake monk.

Shang Yunfei heard my words, his face was a little disappreciative, and he said lightly: "The way of immortal immortality is a mirror after all. Why should you indulge in curiosity in this light and shadow?"

He came here again, this time I sent it to him myself. But since I asked, I asked to the end: "Yunfei, I heard that Buddhism has the most research on this, so you can explain it to me." ”

Shang Yunfei said that I probably felt a little curious himself. Hearing my questioning, he didn't speak, but pulled out a piece of white paper from the wooden shelf nailed to the bedside, tore it with his hand, and tore it into a circle. I saw him put the round paper in front of him and let go of his hand - the paper did not fall to the ground, but fixed in mid-air!

Seeing my surprised look, Shang Yunfei showed a slight smugness, only to see him close his eyes and bow his head for a moment, then open his eyes and raise his head, waved at the round paper, and miraculously gave birth. There was light and shadow in the paper, and the light was not the light that came out, but the paper became transparent, and it became like a mirror. I looked in the mirror and saw Zhou Song at a glance!