"Master!"

Shifang rushed up immediately. Seeing that the master was not understanding, his whole body was tightly wrapped around the cassock, as if it was a wooden man, his eyes suddenly turned red!

After saving the old monk, Yan Chixia also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She looked back at the Thousand-year-old tree and said hatred: "Hmph, this old monster killed countless people. I will burn you into charcoal with a fire. Let's see how you do evil again!"

Yan Chixia's side YY relieved her hatred, and was about to laugh another day to increase her momentum, she started to act. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, the sky, which was just clear, suddenly burst out with a thunder. Then black clouds came from all directions, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye, followed by heavy rain pouring down.

Looking at the torch in his hand that was almost instantly extinguished, Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Why did it rain so hard suddenly? Little monk, let's avoid it first!"

Shifang nodded quickly. He took off his coat and rolled it into a simple package, putting Xiao Zhuo's ashes inside. At this time, it was a close-fitting clothes. As soon as the heavy rain came, he was soaked in an instant. Yan Chixia's proposal did not reply, and she didn't even reply, and she carried the old monk and walked out of the woods.

The two of them walked not far and stopped under a large protruding rock.

The little monk placed the master on a stone and shook it gently and shouted: "Master, Master" tried to wake up the old monk.

Yan Chixia looked at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "The black clouds are thick, and it looks like they will fall to dark at least. It seems that we must leave. It would be so irritating that we can't burn this old monster!"

"Master, wake up. I am Shifang!" The little monk's tone was a little anxious.

"Ten... square..."

The two words "Shifang" seemed to be about to pass. As soon as the words finished, the old monk actually made a slight sound. However, there was no water and rice in the whole day, and the old monk's voice had already interfered with hoarseness.

"Yes, it's me, master!" With a response, Shifang became excited. He looked at the old monk's face and concentrated his mind. He reached out and took off the goggles on the old monk's eyes.

"Shifang, I finally waited for you!" The old monk's eyes had lost their dark eyes, and his slightly opened eyes were pale.

"Master, your eyes..." Shifang's eyes turned red. He wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say it. He just reached out to put up the old monk's cassock to make the master more solemn.

"Shifang... seems to be someone else. Who is it?"

Yan Chixia hurriedly walked away for a long time, clasped her fists and said, "Master, it was the reckless Taoist priest who caused you to fall into your opponent that day. Today, I'm apologizing for the master!"

"It's okay, it's okay." The old monk shook his head and said, "Don't take it to heart. Being able to eliminate demons and protect the Tao is the greatest contribution to the world."

"I'm ashamed!" Yan Chixia seemed to see the scene where she unauthorizedly used her trick that day, causing the old monk to seriously hurt her, and Hao Ran showed a slight look on her face.

While avoiding the heavy rain, the three of them talked about their own experiences after the parting. Shifang took a small gourd from Yan Chixia and fed some water to the old monk. They talked about it. It was already dark.

The little monk was originally going to leave immediately, but the old monk was determined to eliminate the thousand-year-old tree demon. Yan Chixia was so angry that she could not get rid of her anger, but he also made a proposal to ask Wang Zheng for help.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. So seeing the rain getting lighter, the three of them decided to set off to Guobei County and find Wang Zheng first.

......

At night, the real Ghost Festival on July 15th is coming.

The streets of Guobei County were filled with lively scenes everywhere. Firecrackers were setting off, and four huge dragon dance teams beat drums and gongs while turning to the center of the county. The children who were doing nothing on both sides of the street always ran away, laughing happily.

In the alley, there were households visiting the brazier in front of their homes. The women knelt down and burned paper while muttering words, praying for the dead ancestors and relatives to give them some kind of blessing. The older girls ran to the river one after another. They put down small boats carrying candles, and watched the boats go along the river, floating away with their longings.

At this time, the three people from Shifang were already sitting on the second floor of Wang Zheng’s restaurant, watching the lively scene of dragons dancing on the street, while eating the full vegetarian banquet that Wang Zheng specially ordered to prepare.

"Master, please!"

Wang Zheng raised his glass to invite him. Zen Master Baiyun naturally wanted to get along and picked up the tea and drank it with tea instead of wine.

Looking at Shifang and Yan Chixia who were eating with their heads, Wang Zheng smiled and said, "I already know your plans. Everyone who is evil and heretics can kill them. The master invited me to help with the boxing, so he respected me. There is absolutely no problem."

"The donor, understands right and wrong, is good and evil, is kind to others, and is kind to others. He is a person with great wisdom!" The master recited the Buddha's name and nodded. "However, there is an old saying that a son of a thousand gold cannot sit in the hall. Although I don't know the donor's identity, the donor's head is full of spirit, with a strong evil spirit, but his eyes are clear and cool. The dragon dance steps are a bit elegant while walking. I think he must be a very noble person. Please think twice before taking action when the donor comes to the battlefield."

Yan Chixia looked up and slapped the table, saying, "The master is right about this matter. Mr. Wang, you are rich and noble, but we deal with the old monsters and use the murderous aura of your elite soldiers to fight against it. You don't actually have to go to the battlefield by yourself!"

Shifang also looked up and said, "Let's listen to the master. You are a weak scholar, and it's very dangerous to go to the battlefield!"

A weak scholar?

Wang Zheng looked down at himself, and couldn't help but feel funny. I was nine feet tall, with big arms and round waist, my whole body was tangled in pieces, and my fists were as big as a sandbag when I held it. Is you a little monk who could find the word "weak scholar". Are you funny?

Wang Zheng shook his head and thought to himself: If you don’t take out some real or come, you won’t let me go if you drive it!

He laughed and didn't answer. He raised his hand holding the folding fan slightly. Yumo immediately changed his blood jade folding fan to a white-haired feather fan behind him.

Wang Zheng glanced at the three of them indifferently, shook the old monk with a feather fan, and said aloud: "A gentleman's behavior is to cultivate oneself with silence and to cultivate virtue with frugality. Without being indifferent, one cannot show one's ambition, and without being quiet, one cannot achieve far-reaching goals!"

A white light suddenly appeared from the feather fan and fell on the old monk's head. Then the old monk shook all over his body, and a golden light rose, and his eyes rolled their eyes slowly returned to normal.

"Bit!"

Yan Chixia was stunned and the chopsticks in her hand fell directly to the ground.

Shifang jumped up and rushed to the old monk. He looked at his eyes carefully and said happily: "Master, you are okay! Master, your eyes are okay!"

"Shifang..." The old monk looked at his hands, and touched the little monk's bald head with a slight belt. Then he looked at Wang Zheng with complicated eyes, stood up and solemnly put, and said, "It turns out that the donor is also a cultivator. The old monk is old and has a beautiful flower, but he doesn't know the real person on the opposite side. It's really...ah!"

A sigh spoke thousands of words.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, replaced the feather fan with his blood jade folding fan, shook it twice, and smiled: "Master, how dare you become a person in the practice of cultivation? Just a slut!"

In fact, Wang Zheng himself did not expect that the effect would be so good.

Originally, in Jin Liuniang's calculation, the old monk was trapped in the tree demon crown for a day and a night after the war, and his energy had already been exhausted. As long as he was replenishing his energy, he would have a better effect.

Wang Zheng’s fantasy move was actually to transform the old monk’s own golden energy into white, and then merged it into his body with pure particles without any impurities, and moisturized his already dry body. He didn’t expect that the old monk’s Bodhi non-destructive golden body was great, and it could be repaired automatically after sufficient energy. This was the miracle effect of curing the old monk’s eyes suddenly appeared.

Yan Chixia stammered: "Which company is this??"
Chapter completed!