"Two masters, if you take out the fruit, can you hold on for a while? When I go out to the valley, I will find you something to repair your soul..."
Feng Jinghong said hurriedly.
"You silly boy, the essence of the soul has now become fruit. Even if you eat it for me, I am just a trace of soul and can't absorb it. Besides, there is nothing in the human world that can repair our souls, unless
You have refined the entire human world and brought it to me, otherwise it will be useless at all!"
When the man in black heard what Feng Jinghong said, his tone became much better.
"Then, what should I do?"
"You don't have to do anything. You live well. If you can enter the fairy world one day, just settle the cause and effect for us."
The white-haired old man smiled faintly.
"If you kid can get me a jug of wine, then I will die without regrets..."
The man in black's voice suddenly became much deeper.
"Wine?" Feng Jinghong felt ecstatic in his heart. Isn't the gourd in his arms just for wine? I didn't bother to look at it before, so there should be something there, right? My father has always been very rare about that thing called wine. If it weren't for his mood,
It was so good that I couldn't bear to take a sip, thinking there should be more. Thinking of this, Feng Jinghong immediately took out the gourd from her arms and happily handed it to the man in black.
"Master Hei, here, here is wine!"
"Huh?" The man in black suddenly looked up and saw the purple gourd.
"This is?"
Before the man in black could say anything, the white-haired old man's eyes flashed brightly, and the gourd in Feng Jinghong's hand suddenly flew to the old man's hand.
"Old ghost, what are you doing? This is my apprentice Xiao... Hey, why do you have this kind of aura?"
The man in black was about to take the gourd back from the white-haired old man, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized something was wrong.
Feng Jinghong didn't know what happened to the gourd, so she had to stand aside.
The white-haired old man held the gourd in his hand and looked at it over and over for a while before raising his head.
"Jinghong, where did you get this gourd?"
"Gourd? It belongs to my family. I heard from my father that this has always been in my family. It can be regarded as a family heirloom."
"You have always had it in your family? But it's wrong. How could your surname be Feng? How could it be Feng..."
"Old ghost, what are you talking about?" The man in black was anxious at the side.
"You can tell just by looking at the cover."
"Hey, how could it be this talisman?" The man in black seemed to recognize the gourd.
"Could it be that he is?"
"Impossible, that is a being that is more powerful than us. How could it be in this human world? Besides, didn't you hear what Jinghong said? His family has been here in Jiuyang Mountain for generations. We have been here for ten thousand years. Although we are not familiar with Jiuyang Mountain,
Yangcun doesn’t pay much attention to it, but if that kind of existence really comes, how could we not sense it at all?”
"Why do you think so much about this old ghost? You will know if you try it. I heard that those bald donkeys insist on the equality of all living beings. If this thing can be imprinted on Jinghong, then he is not. If not, then we have really found it.
Damn it, maybe this guy can really take our revenge!"
"Okay, Jinghong, come forward."
The white-haired old man waved to Feng Jinghong.
"Master, what's wrong with this gourd?"
"It's okay, maybe you still have a great chance. Now bite the tip of your tongue and drop a drop of blood on the lid."
Feng Jinghong glanced at the cover in confusion. There was nothing on it except a "swastika" pattern, but he still did it.
"Jinghong, take off your shirt and turn around."
Feng Jinghong had just taken off his shirt, but before he could turn around, the gourd in the white-haired old man's hand slowly began to melt, turning into a pool of misty liquid in a moment, and he could even smell the aroma of wine.
"Hey, old ghost, what's going on?"
"I don't know either. By the way, Jinghong, come here and put a few drops of blood in. I think it still needs your blood!"
"Oh." Feng Jinghong stuck out her tongue and prepared to bite.
"No, just bite your finger."
Feng Jinghong immediately bit her finger and started dripping blood into the cloud. As the blood dripped in, the cloud began to slowly change, and finally turned into a golden, palm-sized book with a sentence printed on it.
The word "卍"!
The white-haired old man tried it, but couldn't open it at all, but Feng Jinghong just touched it with his hand, and the book happily revolved around him like a child.
Feng Jinghong was even more surprised to find that if he let the book fly, the book would fly; if he let the book stop, the book would stop in the air.
"Jinghong, try to open it with your mind!"
The white-haired old man looked at Feng Jinghong who was very happy and reminded him.
Feng Jinghong responded. Just as he had the idea of opening it in his mind, his right hand stretched out involuntarily. The small book standing in the air suddenly emitted a golden light and fell into his palm. His right hand
The palm prints moved slowly and gradually turned into a "卍" character.
Then the word "卍" flashed with golden light, and a three-foot-square golden space actually appeared in Feng Jinghong's palm.
The white-haired old man and the man in black looked at each other and shouted in shock: "The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!"
"Master, what is the Buddha's Cause in the Palm?" Feng Jinghong asked doubtfully.
"It's that thing in your hand. Remember, never show it in front of others, even your lover!"
The man in black stared at Feng Jinghong and said seriously.
"Yes, this thing has no power at all now. If anyone knows about it, you will die!"
The white-haired old man also warned Feng Jinghong carefully.
"Disciple noted it down!"
Feng Jinghong was no longer an eight or nine-year-old child. Of course, he knew that it would not be a trivial matter for the two masters to give him advice. He nodded solemnly and answered in a deep voice.
"Old ghost, with this Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand, we can have more time, right?"
"It should be possible. Legend has it that this thing has the power of the afterlife and can help people condense their souls."
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man and the man in black.
"Two masters, can this help you?"
Feng Jinghong was filled with joy when he heard the two said that the thing in his palm could help them. Apart from Daniel and his parents, Feng Jinghong had never had any relatives over the years, and from the moment he became a disciple, he really
I really regard the two of them as my own relatives.
"Of course, the power of this thing will be explained to you later when you gain strength. For now, just use it as a storage space. The two of us will live in it. We will pack up our things tomorrow.
Get out of this valley!"
"How does this work?"
"Use it however you want! You idiot!"
The man in black gave Feng Jinghong an idiot look. Seeing Feng Jinghong scratching his head stupidly, he spoke again, "Try the jade slips on the stone table behind you. Remember to think about it in your head, and then use your hands to
Just scan these jade slips and don't bring out this shiny thing again. The stuff from Bald Ass is good, but it's just too gimmicky."
Feng Jinghong tried as the man in black said, and sure enough, the jade slips on the table disappeared out of thin air. This made him feel very magical when he came into contact with Xiu Xian for the first time. He kept taking them out and then putting them in again.
The man in black looked at him like an idiot, while the white-haired old man smiled kindly.
Finally, half an hour later, Feng Jinghong fell to the ground. Before he fainted, he clearly heard the dragon-like laughter of the man in black:
"Silly boy, I forgot to tell you, using storage space consumes mental energy, hahahaha..."
Feng Jinghong didn't know how long she slept before waking up. She just felt that her sleep was extremely sweet and she felt a hundred times more energetic after waking up.
"Boy, are you awake? Haha, doesn't it feel good to sleep for three days and three nights?"
The man in black saw Feng Jinghong waking up and joked with a smile.
Feng Jinghong didn't know what to say, so she could only scratch her head and laugh stupidly.
"Okay, pack your things and let's go out of the valley. Remember to take our two futons into your hands."
The white-haired old man pointed to the two black and white futons where he and the man in black sat.
Feng Jinghong followed the instructions one by one, packed up the futon and all the jade slips, and then the two masters also fell into his hands. When he walked out of the cave, Feng Jinghong suddenly realized that he didn't know how to get out of the valley, and faced himself again
His right palm screamed for a long time.
"Stop shouting, just put your right palm close to your forehead, and we will know what you think. Why did I accept a stupid disciple like you?"
Obviously, I am the man in black who said this.
Feng Jinghong immediately touched her forehead with her right hand, thinking about her own problem.
"Well, just go to the pool and keep going downstream. When you can't swim anymore, you can get out of the valley."
"But, Master Hei, I can't swim..."
"Then you just stay in this pool for the next three days and don't go anywhere!"
The man in black was silent for a long time before he spoke. Feng Jinghong clearly felt that the man in black kept jumping and cursing in the space in his palm.
Three days later, Feng Jinghong learned how to swim, and followed the instructions of the man in black and swam under the pool. He didn't know how long he swam, but he fainted again.
Feng Jinghong was woken up by a timid voice.
"Hey, big brother, are you awake?"
When Feng Jinghong opened her eyes, she saw a wooden house. Standing in front of her was a six or seven-year-old little girl. She was dressed very plainly, her skin was a bit dark, but she was very cute, and she had two braids.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"My name is Youqing. This is our village. My father fished you back when he went to sea in the morning. My father will be back soon. I will get you some water..."
After the little girl chirped, she ran out with a "dong dong dong" sound.
Seeing the little girl running out, Feng Jinghong quickly put her right hand on her forehead.
"Master, what kind of place is this?"
"I didn't know. We've never been here before. Just stay here for a day and you'll find out by asking the adults tomorrow. Guan Jian wanted to ask where there is a Xiuxian Mountain Gate nearby."
"Okay, I get it now."
Before Feng Jinghong put down her hand, she heard the little girl's footsteps sound again.
"Big brother, the water is here, here it is for you!"
The little girl held a bowl of water in both hands and looked at Feng Jinghong with a smile.
"Okay, thank you little sister."
Feng Jinghong took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Not to mention, the water was really sweet.
"Brother, why is your hair red..."
"Brother, how did you fall into the sea..."
"Big brother……"
As soon as Feng Jinghong put down the bowl, the little girl's questions came out of her mouth like a barrage of questions.
Just when Feng Jinghong was stunned by a series of questions and didn't know how to answer, another series of dull footsteps sounded outside the wooden house.
"Ah, daddy is back..."
The little girl screamed in surprise and ran out the door.
Feng Jinghong followed the voice and looked towards the door. A shirtless strong man walked in, with bronze skin and sharp eyes, holding the little girl who had just ran out in his arms.
Feng Jinghong quickly got off the bed, clasped her fists and said, "Uncle, thank you for your life-saving grace!"
"Well, the boy looks like a child from a scholar's family. Why did he fall into the sea?"
"Young man has been able to read for a few years. I came here to ask for immortality. One day I was tired from walking, so..."
Of course Feng Jinghong didn't dare to tell the matter, so he had to talk nonsense. After all, he looked like an eight or nine-year-old child now.
"Qiu Xian asked?" The strong man stared at Feng Jinghong with sharp eyes.
"Yes, my parents were killed by evil people, and the village that has survived for generations was also destroyed by those evil people, so..."
"So it turns out that you are very lucky. Tomorrow is the day when the Dragon Yin Sect opens its doors and accepts disciples..."
The strong man looked at Feng Jinghong's real grief and suddenly grinned.
"Really? Uncle, can you take me there?"
Feng Jinghong didn't expect her luck to be so good.
"Well, of course, how old are you? They won't accept you if you are over ten years old."
"I am nine years old this year."
"Okay, I'll cook some food later and take you there tomorrow."
"Dad, I want to go too, I want to go too..."
The little girl in the strong man's arms also clamored to go.
"Okay, okay, go, my baby girl can go wherever she wants."
This fierce-looking man was very precious to his daughter and responded with a smile.
During the meal, we asked each other's names. It turned out that the strong man's name was Bie Qinghai, and the little girl's name was Bie Youqing. Her mother died of dystocia when giving birth to her. The father and daughter had been living together in this fishing village for six years.
After talking for a while after dinner, Feng Jinghong felt a little sleepy. Bie Qinghai seemed to notice it and took the little girl to the next door, asking Feng Jinghong to go to bed early and take him to Longyinmen early tomorrow morning.