Wujiang's reputation has long been known outside. Naturally, some people admire and some are jealous of a new master of the Sixth Heaven. Therefore, outside the guest house of Fanyin Temple, many people came and went to observe the situation.
"Senior brother, why do people outside treat us like monkeys?" Wuchen, the last junior brother, asked in confusion.
"Everyone is curious, let them be," Wujiang said with a smile.
"But, I want to dig two bamboo shoots in the back mountain and they have to follow me. It's really boring!" Wuchen said angrily with a childish face.
"You greedy boy, what kind of bamboo shoots do you want to eat? Can't you bear it?" The tall and powerful second disciple raised his eyebrows unintentionally.
Wuchen immediately said: "Didn't Senior Brother see when we came? Those bamboo shoots are growing so well, why aren't I allowed to eat them?"
"Eat, eat, eat! I haven't even memorized the scriptures, so I just want to eat!" Although Wu Xin's tone was harsh, he was not too harsh.
"I'll carry it after eating!"
Looking at the two people, Wujiang smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll dig bamboo shoots while Wuchen memorizes the scriptures."
"Thank you, senior brother!" Wuchen cheered, winked at Wuxin, and ran away happily.
Wuxin shook his head helplessly, but he had always been confident in the strength of Senior Brother Wujiang, so he would go out unnoticed! I'm afraid he would be back before the cup of tea got cold.
The mountain behind Xuanyun Sect is a vast sea of bamboo. After a rain, the bamboo shoots underground will sprout up.
The straight bamboo roots are rising steadily, and the bamboo leaves at high places are layered on top of each other. Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight leak out, and they are scattered on the ground full of fallen leaves.
A snow-white robe swayed between the green bamboos without touching the ground, and the clothes did not stir a leaf. It just appeared quietly in the bamboo forest.
The delicate and clean face seems to have the compassion of Buddha in the tiny spots of light.
There were many bamboo shoots, large and small, growing on the ground. He brushed his hand down, and the invisible spiritual power gently lifted up a few dead leaves on the ground, and then a few bamboo shoots jumped out of the soil.
He stretched out his hand to catch the bamboo shoots and put them one by one in a large cloth bag.
When the last one flew over from a distance, suddenly a small red thing swayed quickly through the green bamboo. At that moment, there seemed to be a little bit of firelight flashing through.
Divine beast?
Wujiang frowned, and he was not sure about the movements of his hands. He suddenly paused, and the flying bamboo shoots hit a bamboo tree hard.
The tall green bamboo shook for a moment, and then a cry of surprise was heard, and a figure suddenly fell from above.
"Wow!"
Wujiang was startled, how could there be someone? But he didn't even notice...
How is this possible? With his level of cultivation, even masters who have entered the soul realm cannot escape silently under his nose.
There were fallen leaves on the ground, and the man fell down and splashed leaves all over the ground. He got up in a panic, tousled the hair that was scattered in front of his forehead, revealing an overly stunning face.
It's Hua Xi...
"You stinky monk!" Hua Xi saw Wujiang at a glance and stood up quickly with an angry look on his face, "I won't mess with you, how dare you mess with me?"
"I didn't know that the female donor was here, so I was offended." Wujiang apologized quickly, with a look of guilt on Qingjun's brows, "Did you get hurt?"
"Injury, of course it's hurt!" Hua Xi was angry, and his ankles were stinging. How could he not be hurt after falling from such a high tree?
