There is a lot of snow on the top of the Buddhist sect all year round, and it is white and flawless. Those monks who stepped on the snow would only leave marks without any filth.

The temple's Sanskrit sound mixed with incense lingers on the vast mountain tops and cannot dissipate all year round, making it difficult to tell whether it is cloud or fog.

The temple has red tiles and white walls, red is the color of incense and candles, and white is the color of light.

The old monk knocked and knocked in front of the statue of the Buddha's son, with every move of extremely rules and piety. Behind him, the rest of the monks were also like this.

Light comes from the sky to dispel darkness, and the Holy Son is light.

Even the rest of the Buddha statues are ranked behind the Holy Son.

It was only after an hour that many monks stood up, their bodies were extremely holy, as if they were bathed in the light, and were sublimated in vaguely.

Then, they retreated in an orderly manner, either returned to the temple at the foot of the mountain, or went to chop firewood, fetch water and cook, or walked down the mountain to save the world.

Master Wuyi did not leave, walked to the old monk and said, "Sage Wei, we may have found the Holy Son, right in Tianbei City..."

He explained the experience of that day in detail, and the old monk frowned slightly.

"Is there really such a person?"

"Yes, I was also shocked. I was just an ordinary teacher, but my merits had already condensed into a small-scale holy body. Even monks could not do it. How much merit would it have."

Master Wuyi said, "And, don't you think it's a coincidence? The Holy Envoy lives nearby. I thought it was a witch. If it was a Holy Envoy, everything would make sense."

"The Holy Messenger was born with the Son."

"Who else knows about this?" the old monk said vigilantly.

"Chen's family."

The old monk thought to himself, "Fortunately, the Chen family is just a secular family, and their connection with the Xing family is not close. In their eyes, the Holy Son is not as good as the Supreme Speaker of a Monk Alliance."

"Like some other forces, they also care more about the witches. After all, the Holy Son is just the saying of our Buddhists."

"The identity of the Holy Son is important, I must verify it myself. If you accompany me, you don't have to take others there, so as not to be detected by the people of the demon clan, which is not good for the Holy Son."

The Holy Envoy died and died. After all, if one dies, another will be born, but once the Holy Son dies, the whole world will sink.

...

On a lazy morning, Lu Feng stretched and looked at the quiet sun and the slightly cold wind outside. He smiled comfortably, as if nothing had changed.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Someone knocked on the door.

When Lu Feng went to open the door, he found Mo Guantian in a divine outfit - a slightly furry gray-black Taoist hat, a wide Taoist robe, a box made of bamboo strips behind him, and a flag for a charlatan was inserted on it.

Lu Feng looked contemptuous. Of course, if he knew that the flag was a holy weapon, he might be ashamed.

He knew that Mo Guantian was a master, but he never had any awe of this guy, because the other party was too different from a master, and he was a charlatan who eats, drinks, and gambling.

Occasionally, I come to their house to cheat and eat.

Especially, when Lu Feng found out that this guy took Manman to a light district in the capital, he held a grudge against him.

But he didn't know that that time was clearly taken by Manman to Mo Guantian.

"Let's go and accompany me to the nerd." Mo Guantian pulled Lu Feng over without saying a word.

"What are you looking for Teacher Chen?"

"Of course he asked him to write inscriptions, and the nerd refused to write inscriptions to me. Every time he said that I was using it to deceive people, I was not a lie, it was clearly a fortune teller."

Mo Guantian hummed with dissatisfaction, and Manman also ran over.

School has not started yet, so Chen Anping was at home wearing a pajamas. When he saw Lu Feng and Manman, he smiled, and then looked at Mo Guantian angrily: "Why are you here?"

"You are still a teacher. Why can't I come here if you have any attitude?"

Chen Anping was watching a book called "Les Miserables" and couldn't help but twitch: "Every time I write to you, you sell it, that's not a sell-off..."

"It's useless to put it here. I'll sell it to save the fallen girls, and it will also indirectly help you do good deeds."

"Let me write a few more, right, just on this canvas, what should I write? Destiny? God's Purposer?"

"It's time to write a God's Punisher."

Mo Guantian pulled Chen Anping over without saying anything, and Chen Anping sighed helplessly.

He took some pastries for Lu Feng and Manman, and grind the ink carefully.

Mo Guantian said impatiently: "You said you just use a little ink, how can you be like the ancient emperor?"

"Forget it, you can do it slowly, I'll go back to the bathroom first."

Mo Guantian is impatient, while Chen Anping is slow, very slowly, especially when it comes to calligraphy, every step is very slow.

Manman had no interest in these things, so Wen Jing was eating pastries next to her.

Only Lu Feng would stand beside Chen Anping to observe every time.

"Why don't you write?" Chen Anping suddenly said.

Lu Feng waved his hands repeatedly: "I'd better forget it. The Taoist priest finally caught you at home... and my handwriting is really not good-looking."

In front of Chen Anping, no one would say that his handwriting looks good.

The higher his cultivation level and the higher his mood, the higher his mind, Lu Feng will find that the other person's character is, the higher his realm.
Chapter completed!