Bu Fan really didn't expect that the old beggar would give such a gift, so he immediately helped the old beggar up.
"If the sect master hadn't been helping me cultivate, how could I, Hong Qi, have cultivated to the heavenly realm? As long as the sect master is willing, I, Hong Qi, am willing to serve the sect master and do whatever the sect master sends me!" the old beggar said in a sincere tone.
Bu Fan had goosebumps all over his body.
He wouldn't be so embarrassed if a beautiful woman asked him to serve her, but this was an old man.
Wu Xuanzi on the side was a little stunned.
If he could be as conscientious as the old beggar, would he have become a Confucian and Taoist saint long ago?
"I'm naturally happy that Mr. Hong can stay, but I'd better forget about serving him!!"
Bu Fan coughed dryly and immediately changed the subject, "Mr. Hong, this painting is done, what do you think? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you can't see!"
"Master, I have a magical power that can open the third eye. However, under normal circumstances, I will not use it because once it is used, my life span will be lost.
But now that I am in the realm of immortals, a mere longevity is nothing!”
The old beggar grinned, and without waiting for Bu Fan to say anything, he quickly recited the magic formula in his mouth, and then shouted "open", and a four-pointed star of golden light suddenly appeared on the old beggar's forehead.
This golden light immediately looked towards the calligraphy and painting on the stone table.
I can see that the painting itself contains a vague sense of emptiness, especially the poems on the painting, which show that the person who painted the painting is a detached and masterful person.
"Sect Master, is this painting really for me?"
The old beggar trembled in his heart, and he became more and more certain that he was able to break through to heaven so smoothly just now because of the supreme being in front of him.
"Of course!" Bu Fan nodded with a smile.
"Thank you, Sect Master, for the painting!"
The old beggar put away his magical powers and knelt down again in excitement. Bu Fan, with quick eyes and quick hands, supported him.
"This is absolutely impossible!"
Bu Fan felt a little helpless.
It's just a calligraphy and painting, does it need to be thanked by kneeling down again and again?
But he also knew that to him, this was just a calligraphy and painting, but to the old beggar, this calligraphy and painting was an opportunity to help him make a breakthrough.
Later, Wu Xuanzi wanted to look at the picture of a beggar, but the old beggar refused without hesitation.
After all, this is not an ordinary item, but a treasure with destiny. What should I do if it is broken?
Wu Xuanzi secretly scolded the old beggar for being stingy, but when he looked at the old beggar's calligraphy and painting, it would be strange not to envy him. He looked like a child who envies someone else for having a new toy.
Seeing the two old men bickering over a piece of calligraphy and painting, Bu Fan felt dumbfounded.
In fact, he also saw the envious look in Wu Xuanzi's eyes, but he really didn't dare to paint Wu Xuanzi.
Although painting was an easy task for him, he really couldn't guarantee that the paintings he painted for Wu Xuanzi would have the same effect as the old beggar.
Therefore, after what happened today, Bu Fan felt that it would be better to paint less in the future.
…
Two days later, the old beggar left the town on the grounds that he had something to do.
Even though Song Leizi said that he would be escorted by an escort from the Bufan Escort Agency, the old beggar declined.
In fact, Song Leizi's family couldn't help but feel sorry for the old beggar's sudden departure, especially Song Leizi's little daughter, who had tearful eyes and held the old beggar's hand and told her not to leave.
Not to mention Song Leizi's family, the old beggar suddenly felt reluctant to leave.
He spent the first half of his life practicing hard, and in the second half of his life, he was like a lonely soul, wandering in the world until he met Song Lezi.
He still couldn't forget the first time he met Song Lezi.
"Old beggar, where are you going?"
"You have no children, so you have never touched a woman?"
"No, I have wine in the car. Why don't you come up here and let's chat slowly? For an experienced old man like you, the stories will definitely amuse you... No, let us young people walk less.
detour!!"
Thinking of the scornful way Song Lezi spoke, the old beggar smiled.
Later, getting along with Song Lezi's family.
Although it only lasted a few years, it made him experience a long-lost feeling, a feeling that he had forgotten for many years.
That is family love.
But he knew what was more important. Compared with the short-term reluctance, letting Chunyang Palace merge into the Extraordinary Sect was a big deal.
After bidding farewell to Song Lezi's family and Bu Fan's family, the old beggar left the town and headed for the Daqi Dynasty.
Bu Fan didn't know how far away the Da Qi Dynasty was from the Wei Dynasty, but he hoped that the old beggar's trip would go smoothly, and Bu Fan didn't have to worry at all about the old beggar's safety.
After all, the old beggar’s cultivation level is the most advanced in the Tiannan Continent.
The days that followed were peaceful again.
The children were practicing in the house, and Bu Fan was yawning in the courtyard, scrolling through his friends' messages and thinking about what delicious food he was going to make tonight.
The braised fish is too greasy. I'd rather have something lighter tonight. Let's steam it and stir-fry some shredded lettuce. Tofu is definitely a must.
"Huh!"
Bu Fan suddenly said "Hey" softly.
[Your friend Han Gang was captured by the soul of Master Gu in his cave]
Han Gang was taken away?
Bu Fan was stunned.
I remember that he was almost killed many years ago.
Fortunately, the Taoist Crab back then had poor cultivation, was seriously injured, and his strength was greatly reduced, so he escaped the disaster.
But now I see Han Gang being taken away from him.
Bu Fan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Being deprived of one's body is equivalent to death.
Although he and Han Gang didn't have much interaction, and every time they met, they always talked about each other in short and long terms, but in the final analysis, Han Gang was the first monk friend he had ever met.
In the past, he often saw the news about Han Gang being chased and being attacked. Even though he always took it as a funny thing, in fact, he was still a little worried about his friend Han Gang.
I just didn't expect it...
Bu Fan sighed.
Although Han Gang survived every disaster in the past, he often walked by the river and his shoes didn't get wet!
"However, Han Gang's body was taken away, does that mean that the person who took his body also has Han Gang's memory?"
Bu Fan suddenly thought of something and his expression couldn't help but change.
Seizing someone else's body means devouring other people's souls and occupying other people's bodies, and devouring other people's souls must also absorb the other person's memories.
"If that's the case, wouldn't the person who took Han Gang's body know about my existence?"
Bu Fan frowned.
He remembered that Han Gang once mentioned the matter of Master Gu.
This Master Gu was a monk who was in the tribulation stage and was good at driving spiritual insects. He was an extremely powerful figure in that era.
What if such a guy knew his existence and came to his door?
"By the way, even if this Master Gu is really in the stage of transcending tribulation, it was in the past. Now that he has taken over Han Gang's body, his cultivation level can only be at Han Gang's level."
Bu Fan breathed a long sigh of relief.
If it was the Tribulation Stage, he would still be worried whether Master Gu would come to his door, but if it was the God Transformation Stage, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Even if he really comes to his door, he should take revenge on Han Gang.