Holding tightly the Qingsi legs of his slender little disciple behind him, Qin Feng stood firmly, while the old giant snake beneath him was moving forward at a turtle's speed.

The opponent swam very slowly, almost at turtle speed but very steadily.

A few minutes later, Qin Feng jumped to the shore with the mute girl on his back. The big wall snake raised its body slightly, and a pair of old yellow eyes on the head of the huge stone snake stared at Qin Feng closely.

Smiling, he took a piece of iris snake soup from the ring and placed it on the shore. The big wall snake's eyes flashed and it slowly lowered its head and stuck out its tongue to lick it gently.

Taking a step forward, he stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's hard blue-grey body. Qin Feng turned and left.

The little fat pigeon is so heavy, so it should be given as some reward to the bridgeman.

The Thunder Pigeon, who had no idea that it was being disliked, was happily following Qin Feng. The four feathers on its head kept shaking. It was in a good mood.

Arriving at the shore, Qin Feng immediately spotted Eunuch Wang chatting with a nun under the tower. The two exchanged glances and Qin Feng doubted whether the nun was Eunuch Wang's concubine.

Carrying the young apprentice on his back, he slowly came to Eunuch Wang. The eunuch coughed and turned to look at Qin Feng and said softly, "Disciple, why are you so slow?"

Rolling his eyes, Qin Feng bowed his hands and said, "I'm sorry, father-in-law, I was delayed by something on the road."

Eunuch Wang waved his hand magnanimously, smiled and pointed to the nun on one side and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is Master Youlan of Mount Emei, a strong person in the early stage of the eighth level."

Qin Feng silently greeted the tall woman opposite, "Master is so nice."

"Are you Qin Feng, the young disciple that Qingluan has been obsessed with?"

"Wang Qingluan often talks about you in my ears. You are already a sixth-level powerhouse at a young age, and you have a promising future."

Master Youlan waved her hand to dust the dust, her soft voice was full of appreciation.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

Qin Feng rolled his eyes again. Master Youlan in front of him definitely had a close relationship with Eunuch Wang.

If you look carefully, you can see that she is a beauty.

Her long hair is simply tied up with a blue silk butterfly tie, her skin is fair, her eyes are red and phoenix with a holy charm, and her figure under the thin gray shirt stands proudly and erect, as if she is ready to take off her clothes.

If you put on ordinary women's clothes and wear white stockings, your holy beauty will definitely outshine the rest.

Looking carefully at Qin Feng in front of her, Master Youlan turned her beautiful eyes and took out a pink purse from her ring. "As an elder, I can't be shameless. This meditation purse is a gift for you."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the purse.

The faint fragrance of Lingzhi keeps flowing out of the bag, and it actually feels soothing.

"Disciple, go for a walk in the tower by yourself. I am catching up with Master Youlan."

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Qin Feng nodded to show understanding, turned around and carried the mute girl on his back towards the rustling tower.

"Teacher, please let me down when I'm done resting." Glancing at the monks around her, the mute girl came to Qin Feng's ear and whispered softly in embarrassment.

A faint feeling of warmth surged into the ears, and the little apprentice's voice was soft and comfortable to listen to.

Stopping in his tracks, Qin Feng put down the mute girl from behind and hung the purse in his hand around her neck, "I'll give you this purse. Practice well in the future."

"Um!"

Looking at the pink purse hanging on her chest, the mute girl blushed and nodded happily.

Leading the young apprentice and the Thunder Dove, he entered the tower in front of him. The splendid corridors inside were filled with monks in strange attires, all of whom had the strength to reach the peak of the fifth level.

When a monk saw Qin Feng, he took the initiative to lead the way, and soon Qin Feng arrived at the spacious hall.

The area around the hall is covered with yellow unknown talismans, green smoke and Sanskrit sounds are rising, and many strong men who have come here are silently watching the black wooden coffin in the center of the hall.

Presumably, what is in the black coffin in the center of the hall is the body of Master Jin Chan.

"Haw!"

The treasure-hunting squirrel peeked out its plump head and looked around. For a moment, it waved its paws and climbed to Qin Feng's shoulders, akimbo, to watch.

The little butterfly sat on the head of the little fat mouse with its legs crossed, its exquisite white and tender face slightly raised, and a pair of clear eyes looking closely at the black coffin.

"teacher."

"Um?"

Lowering his head and reaching out to rub his little apprentice, Qin Feng showed doubts.

The mute woman blinked her eyes and pointed at the golden cicada and the black coffin, "Where do people go after they die?"

"I don't know. It's possible that the soul will return to the earth, or it may disappear into the sky."

After touching her head, the mute woman looked confused.

What's the meaning?

Can't understand.

He signaled the little apprentice to stop running around. After thinking about it, Qin Feng took the initiative to hold the little apprentice's hand. This girl liked to run around, so it was useless to say anything.

Leaning his body lazily on the plump body of the little fat pigeon, Qin Feng took the mute girl's hand and began to close his eyes and meditate.

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…

"Little friend..."

"Little friend?"

"The farewell ceremony has begun."

Qin Feng, who had his eyes closed slowly, slowly opened them. He felt a soft touch in his arms, and the faint fragrance of green lotus flowed into his nose. The hazy sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his head and looked at it, and it turned out to be his young apprentice.

The other party's weak body was nestled in his arms and he was sleeping soundly.

Taking out a thin blanket and gently draping it on the other party, Qin Feng turned his head and looked to his side. There was no one beside him, and there was no one.

As if he thought of something, Qin Feng's eyes gradually glowed with a weak golden light.

The field of vision was filled with gray air, and a familiar figure came into view. The golden monk's robes and harmonious smile were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing the golden light in Qin Feng's eyes, Jin Chan smiled and stretched out his hand to say hello, "I haven't seen you for a few days, little friend. How are you?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment and then relieved. Jin Chan was an eighth-level peak soul master, and his soul was naturally extremely powerful.

After recent observations, Qin Feng has discovered some patterns.

After death, most humans and wild beasts will turn into a cloud of gray mist, which will either slowly condense into human form or dissipate.

Obviously, Master Jin Chan in front of him has not disappeared, but has a very deep obsession.

He took out a refreshing bar, lit it with the black crystal dragon horn and put it into his mouth. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Master, how do you feel when you see your body about to be cremated?"

Jin Chan smiled and silently stared at the burning black coffin in the center area, where several eminent monks were sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras for salvation."

It's quite baffling.

After thinking about it, Jin Chan narrowed her eyes slightly, clasped her slender hands together and began to silently recite the Transcendence Sutra.
Chapter completed!