"Senior brother is really... Kicked me up early in the morning, just let me come and see, what a look!"

The little monk looked very young, estimated to be about the same age as Qin Xiaobao, touching his bald head and muttering, obviously very unhappy about being kicked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Oh, what are you going to see?"

Seeing this little monk come in, Yan Feng smiled slightly and sat up.

"Ahh

The little monk was so frightened that he jumped back, pointed at Yan Feng, and said tremblingly: "You, you, why did you wake up?"

What's wrong? I can't wake up yet? Yan Feng was stunned, this little monk is also cute.

Got out of bed sideways, the injuries in his body were still there, and Yan Feng didn't dare to move too much.

"Little monk, let me ask you, where is this?" looked around, it seemed like an ancient guest room.

"This, this is Chuye Temple!"

Chuye Temple...

Yan Feng squinted, he seemed to remember, isn't that Xuanzhen monk the abbot of Chuye Temple, now this Xuanzhen monk is giving up his body in the underground palace, and his body and soul are guarded with the seal, once the seal is broken, this Xuanzhen soul will go to the Buddha in Jile.

In fact, it is equivalent to death.

"Your abbot is Master Xuanzhen?"

Yan Feng asked.

"Yes, yes... How do you know?" the little monk touched his bald head, looking dumbfounded.

"Do you know our abbot?"

Yan Feng swept his eyes at Bai Mi, still in a coma, a wolf king of eight thunder tribulations, but he was unconscious at the moment, it is estimated that Bai Mi has never been so seriously injured in his life.

Yan Feng smiled at the little monk and said nothing.

In the next two days, Yan Feng met with several old monks in the temple and told them about Xuanzhen.

Probably this means that your abbot will definitely not be able to come back now.

In addition to their sadness, these old monks were not surprised, thinking that Xuan Zhen had already greeted these old monks in the temple before leaving Chuye Temple.

As for Li Jianshan's side, Yan Feng also called and said that this case can't be solved, and Sun Tao can't solve it, unless he goes to the underground palace to break off the female corpse in the hands of the drought, think about it...

On the evening of the third day, the winter sunset hung low in the west, in the courtyard on one side of the temple, Yan Feng leaned against a big plane tree, the ground was covered with red leaves falling from the tree, the little white wolf also woke up in the afternoon after Yan Feng woke up, and was lying on the side, the wolf's eyes were slightly narrowed.

"The pond is cold, and the five peaks are around... What the hell is Hyun Zhen talking about? ”

Yan Feng stared at the red sycamore leaf in his hand, frowned, and turned his head to look at the little white wolf.

"Hey, Xiaobai, do you know where the pond is cold and the five peaks are around?"

The little white wolf opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Yan Feng: "Are you stupid? You must know that this king has already told you, and you still need to guess here?"

"Yes, let's go back and ask the master. ”

Yan Feng was pondering, and suddenly the little monk from a few days ago ran in.

"Donor, donor, your friend has come to pick you up!"

"Oh, so fast?" After Yan Feng rested in this Chuye Temple for two days, after feeling that his basic mobility was about the same, he thought that he should go back, and he couldn't stay in this ruined temple for the New Year.

But Bai Mi was seriously injured, and it was hard to recover, it was best to rest more, it would take a few hours to get to Nancheng from here, God knows if Bai Mi can hold it up, don't wait and fall from the sky again, so Yan Feng called Qin Xiaobao and asked him to pick him up.

To tell the truth, this Chuye Temple is really not a drop, not to mention the scale, it adds up to about 100 monks, and covers an area of 1,000 square meters, which is estimated to be about the same size as a junior high school.

The total number of people who come to the incense every day will not exceed ten, let alone the income of the sesame oil money.

Yan Feng is very strange, how do the hundred people in this temple survive, the sesame oil money is so small, and there is no side business, can it be that they eat wild vegetables every day...

However, in the past two days, the vegetarian dishes sent by those monks to themselves are still good, and it seems that there is still money for eating.

As soon as the little monk finished shouting, Qin Xiaobao's figure appeared from the mouth of the courtyard, followed by the fat monk, and a middle-aged monk, who was the monk who brought Yan Feng and Bai Mi back in the first place.

"Brother Feng!"

Qin Xiaobao saw Yan Feng trotting over.

"Hey, I said why is your temple so shabby, look at this wall, it's going to fall, and you don't repair it? And this land, tsk, it's all dust, what do you sweepers do to eat?"

As soon as the fat monk came in, he began to dislike this and that, and his mouth broke the knife again.

"You monk, you have been saying this and that since you entered the temple gate of our temple! You dislike it, and you don't let you live!"

The young little monk has a straight temper, but he can't stand the fat monk's mouth that kills a thousand knives, so he has to come forward to theorize.

"Hey, you little monk is not big or small, how can I teach you!" the fat monk crossed his waist.

"The senior monk is a disciple of Longyin, our small door and small temple, please bear with me. ”

The middle-aged monk on the side hurriedly came to play a round: "Go, prepare a meal for a few guests!"

The little monk pouted: "Longyin Temple is amazing!" glared at the fat monk fiercely.

"You little monk!" the fat monk wanted to say something.

"Fatty, you're enough!"

Yan Feng shouted, this goods, it is not too much to do anywhere, and when it comes to other people's land, it is not good for other people's homes, and Yan Feng is also speechless for this dead fat man.

"Okay, Buddha, I have a lot of adults, and I don't care about this little monk. ”

"Brother Feng, shall we leave now?" Qin Xiaobao asked.

"Let's eat before leaving. Yan Feng stood up and dusted off his body.

The winter night came very early, especially in this mountain forest, it was already dark before six o'clock, Yan Feng, Qin Xiaobao, and the fat monk were eating the fast food brought to them by the monk in the house, and Bai Mi was resting in the courtyard.

And dozens of miles away, under the moonlit night, in the mountains and forests, around the tomb of King Chu, there are three people at this moment, all of whom are not young, one of them is wearing a suit and leather shoes, half-white hair, and at a glance he looks like the president of a company.

But at the moment... But it's in this place.

The three of them stood side by side in front of the entrance of the tomb of the king of Chu, and at this time, the opening of the tomb of the king of Chu slowly moved away, and a figure climbed up from it.

"Meet the Ancestors!"

As soon as this figure came out, the three old men who were nearly half a hundred years old all knelt on the ground, respectfully.

"The plan has changed, and the Immortal Sacred Bead was swallowed by the King of Chu. ”

The moonlight is sprinkled, revealing the appearance of this person crawling out of the tomb, if Yan Feng is there, he will be surprised, this figure is the Yin corpse scholar!

The entire underground palace was sealed by the sacrifice of Monk Xuanzhen, but this Yin Corpse scholar had nothing to do.

Moreover, just now these three people called this Yin Corpse Scholar Ancestor, obviously he is also a descendant of the Yu family.

The remnants of the corpse refining family back then were not completely wiped out in that catastrophe, and... It seems that he has been planning something, or with his ancestors who have been dead for hundreds of years.

"The King of Chu has swallowed the Immortal Sacred Pearl!" the three of them were all shocked by this.

"The king of Chu unilaterally reneged on the covenant with my Yu family, and all of this was caused by a monk and a young man in Chuye Temple. ”

The Yin Corpse Scholar said lightly.

"My Yu family, grievances and hatreds are clear. ”

"Go to Chuye Temple, and leave no monks there. ”

The three of them glanced at each other: "Follow the order of the ancestors!"

From all around the forest, hundreds of zombies slowly walked out.

Back then, the Yu family of the ghost grotto was famous all over the world for refining zombies!