If you think about it carefully, everything seems to have risen because of this beautiful female corpse. If it weren't for it being snatched away by Jin Batian, what would have happened next would not have happened. Now I should have been in my hometown in Xiangxi. The master and apprentice drove the corpse safely and lived an ordinary and happy life. Why is it like today that every day is like licking blood on the tip of a knife, fighting and killing all day long, either you die or I live. This kind of life is really too tiring.

Offending the White Lotus Sect and killing an elder Xuanwu, it is equivalent to being an enemy of the entire White Lotus Sect. The White Lotus Sect disciples are spread all over the Central Plains, and hundreds of thousands of people in the church. Can you live a better life?

When Wu Feng thought of this, he had a headache.

The group rode their horses and rushed to the road while talking. Time seemed to pass very quickly. Soon, everyone left the west gate and walked west for dozens of miles of mountain road. There was no obvious path. Everyone got off the horse, and then several officers and soldiers looked at the horses and then walked.

We walked along a small path for about an hour, until afternoon, everyone came to the foot of the Dakong Temple. Dakong Temple was located on a towering and unknown mountain. Everyone looked up and could see the temple gate of Dakong Temple from afar.

Standing here, Wu Feng became inexplicably panicked again. He wanted to see his master and senior brother, but he was a little resistant, which made him very confused. However, Guo Dacheng called out and ordered the two officers and soldiers to carry two baskets of wine and go straight up the mountain.

Wu Feng hesitated for a moment and followed immediately.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, a little monk suddenly walked down the mountain. The monk was about twenty years old, with a kind and kind look, and looked quite handsome. Wu Feng recognized the little monk at a glance. He was the little monk Zen who followed Master Huikong and others to the mass grave to save him a few months ago.

Master Chanxin, Master Lefan, I will send him good things in the temple today. Guo Dacheng greeted the monk Chanxin warmly from afar.

The little monk Zenxin glanced at Guo Dacheng, smiled slightly, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and said: I, "Justice Uncle Man and Taoist Qingfeng, played chess together. Taoist Qingfeng joked with my uncle, and used copper coins to divine a divination. He said that donor Guo would definitely come to the mountain today. Uncle Master didn't believe it, so he asked the monk to come down to see it. Unexpectedly, he met donor Guo not long after he walked out of the mountain gate.

Guo Dacheng laughed and said: Which of them is divining? It must be that the wine was drunk by both of them. He wanted Master Chanxin to see if I had brought them wine.

Master Zenxin hasn't seen you for a long time. Recently, Master Huikong and others have bowed and said in the temple.

Donor Wu, everything is fine for the little monk, but the little monk saw that Donor Wu's face turned yellow and his body was floating when he was walking. It seemed that he was seriously injured. It was time to rest more. The little monk Zen heart gave a Buddhist ceremony. He glanced at Wu Feng's hair and said in confusion: Your hair

It doesn't matter if it's just caused by injury and has white hair. Wu Feng doesn't care.

Today, Master Huikong and Master Uncle are here. Dear donors, please come with the little monk. The little monk Chanxin said, and performed a Buddhist tribute to everyone, turned around and walked quickly towards the mountain.
Chapter completed!