"Brother Qingfeng, you are too polite, we in Bodhi Temple should thank you, it is difficult for you to build such a good tombstone for Master, we are all grateful. Zhuo Yifan was moved.

The other disciples also nodded yes, grateful to He Qingfeng and the people of the Bashan faction.

"Yifan, don't say that. Speaking of which, our Bashan faction and Bodhi Temple have a deep relationship, Huiyuan Zen Master and the family teacher Luyang Zhenren personal relationship is very good, I have been hearing about the heroic achievements of Huiyuan Zen Master since I was a child, I admire it very much, and this is just to show respect. He Qingfeng said.

"Brother Qingfeng, you are too humble. If you do this, let the disciples of our Bodhi Temple feel that the master and his old man have always been by our side, and the big guy's heart is warm. Zhuo Yifan said.

He Qingfeng waved his hand, signaling Zhuo Yifan not to do this, he and his disciples were only doing their best right now, and there was no need to be too high.

Mu Dun circled the tombstone twice at this time, he kept rubbing the tombstone with his hand, his eyes slowly moistened, and his expression was even more sad, as if he saw the master and his old man, and was admonishing him.

The performance of the wooden dun made the other people in the Bodhi Temple also deeply infected, and everyone's mood began to slide into sadness, and they hated the Shushan faction even more.

Seeing everyone's strange appearance, He Qingfeng looked a little stunned, and he hurriedly said: "It seems that I did something wrong, I want to build a tombstone for Zen Master Huiyuan, and it is also convenient for everyone to miss his old man, I didn't expect to make everyone sad." ”

"Master He, don't blame yourself, this is all due to our senior brother missing Master, it's too late for everyone to thank you. Mu Dun said.

The second senior brother nodded and agreed, and the other disciples also persuaded He Qingfeng one after another, don't attribute this sadness to himself.

He Qingfeng waved his hand, and then the incense burner and incense, as well as offerings, were served one after another. After that, he asked everyone in Bodhi Temple to worship Zen Master Huiyuan.

All the disciples of the Bodhi Temple knelt down and kowtowed to the master and uncle, and their sad expressions spread, and after a while, there was a howl.

Zhuo Yifan also knelt down, kowtowed to the master, and looked at the solemn tombstone, as if he saw the master and his old man waving to him, and the scene of caring for him in the past suddenly came to mind.

The other disciples ignored it and wailed.

And He Qingfeng also pounced, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and kowtowed.

Seeing this, the other Bashan sect disciples knelt on the ground one after another, just as they knelt down to their master, Luyang Zhenren.

"Zen Master Huiyuan, don't worry, I will definitely avenge your old man's hatred. Yang Yang Wu and the Shushan faction, none of them can escape!" He Qingfeng said loudly.

As soon as his words fell, the disciples of the Bashan faction also shouted: "Revenge for the Zen master, avenge the Zen master!"

The sonic boom continued, which also drove the emotions of the people in Bodhi Temple.

I saw the idiot and the wooden pier, as well as the other disciples, crying even louder.

Then they stood up and said to He Qingfeng: "Master He, don't worry, now all the people of our Bodhi Temple will be under your command and jointly deal with the Shushan faction! Although we are not very numerous, we will definitely do our best to avenge our hatred and do our best to the end!"

He Qingfeng wiped the tears from his face, "I understand that they killed the old Zen master and must pay for it." I, He Qingfeng, and the Bashan faction, must severely punish these gangsters, lest they harm others again!"

"Brother Qingfeng, you are right, I, Zhuo Yifan, will also stand shoulder to shoulder with you and severely punish the Shushan faction, so that they can no longer continue to do evil. ”

As he spoke, he shook the blood-drinking sword in his hand, extremely firm.

He Qingfeng patted Zhuo Yifan on the shoulder and said resolutely: "I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to achieve this goal." ”

The disciples of Bodhi Temple flocked to He Qingfeng one after another, expressing to him their determination and will to fight the enemy together.

He Qingfeng comforted everyone one by one, telling them not to be too excited.

Then everyone in Bodhi Temple entered the martial arts training ground and practiced hard, one by one full of righteous indignation.

Looking at the martial arts of the people in the Bodhi Temple, He Qingfeng admired it very much, he didn't expect the martial arts of the Bodhi Temple to be so high, although the number of people was smaller.

Then, he also instructed his disciples to practice martial arts seriously, and at the same time teach some martial arts moves.

Zhuo Yifan also played the blood-drinking sword, his emotions were completely infected by everyone, and now he felt full of strength. He not only wants to avenge his master Huiyuan Zen Master, but also his parents, uncles and aunts, as well as the hundreds of people who died in vain in Zhuojian Villa.

The superposition of blood debts on blood debts made him extremely indignant, which can be described as full of anger.

Lin Qingyi, who had already gotten up, and her mother Yu Menglian were not present, but chatting.

Seeing her mother's complexion getting better and better, Lin Qingyi was very happy. When she first came to Bashan, seeing her mother's face full of vicissitudes because of her captivity, Lin Qingyi's heart was very painful, and after a period of recuperation, her face was now full of red light.

Not only that, but her spirit is getting better and better, and her resentment is showing less and less.

In Menglian's eyes, her daughter's spirit is getting better now, and when she first came, she found that she had been sinking into her mother's captivity and was sad and in a bad mood.

What's even more difficult is that when she learns that her father is the executioner Yang Yangwu, her daughter is not only surprised, but also ashamed, ashamed to have such a father.

Yu Menglian was worried that her daughter would not be able to think about it, and she didn't know how to choose.

Now she has seen that she opposes the executioner with herself, and there is no concept of an individual father in her heart, but a person who works together against the conspirator.

"Yi'er, my mother saw that Zhuo Yifan last night, he is very handsome and mature, and it is said that his martial arts are also very high. ”

"Yes, Brother Yifan is a good person, I have known him a few years ago, a very good person. Lin Qingyi's eyes lit up.

"So, you're already familiar with him?"

"It's very familiar, we just started to sit together in meditation and learn scriptures in Bodhi Temple, and then went to his home Zhuojian Villa, and then came to Bashan together to borrow Shennong Ding...... We've been together for a long time, and we're all happy. ”

Listening to her daughter say what she and Zhuo Yifan experienced together, it can be said that her eyebrows are dancing and her mouth is like a river, and her praise for Zhuo Yifan is all full of praise.

Looking at her daughter's innocent appearance, Yu Menglian smiled and said, "It seems that you little girl admires Zhuo Yifan very much?"

Lin Qingyi didn't think about it, she opened her mouth and said, "Big Brother Yifan is very good, of course I admire him very much." If you've been in contact with him for a long time, you'll appreciate him too. ”

Lin Qingyi held her little face and said with a smile on her face, fascinated.