After agreeing to Zen Master Zhizhi's invitation, Han Feng left the Fuchen Hall and prepared to go back up the mountain.
Halfway through, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind:
"Donor Han! Wait a moment, please wait a moment!"
Han Feng turned his head, and it turned out to be the youngest of the three novice monks behind Zen Master Zhizhi just now.
He is taking this child with him on such a far journey. Now he takes it very seriously. He estimates that Buddhism will really need his help in the future, maybe to protect such a child until he can grow up to be independent.
Han Feng stood there waiting for the little monk to catch up. He wanted to laugh when he saw him holding his knees with his hands and panting heavily because of exhaustion:
"Little monk, what are you doing?"
"Hello, Donor Han, my name is Cheng Xin."
This little monk looked about eleven or twelve years old. He had red lips and white teeth. He was very cute. He bowed obediently to Han Feng as he spoke.
"Cheng Xin, what's the matter with you?"
Han Feng looked at Cheng Xin with a smile and touched his bare forehead.
"Ah, it's like this. The young monk has always been fascinated by the martial arts world and the deeds of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. Until he finally got out of the temple this time, he heard about the deeds of Master Han fighting against evil spirits along the way. He also heard that
The story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" told in the commentary was also written by you. I really admire you so much that I definitely want to get to know you."
Han Feng didn't expect that this was still a young fan, so he smiled and pinched his cheek:
"Hey, you're quite discerning. Come on, reach out and hook me up, and you'll be my little brother."
Cheng Xin raised her head and smiled at Han Feng, showing a row of white teeth, looking childish and honest.
"Clear heart~"
Zen Master Zhizhi called out at the door of Fuchen Hall. Chengxin patted his shiny little forehead with a nervous look on his face: "Oh, Brother Zhizhi is calling me. I have to leave first. Donor Han, please be sure to follow me next time we meet.
Let me tell you about your deeds of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak~"
Turning around and running back towards Fuchen Hall, little monk Cheng Xin only left behind a silhouette of his running back.
Han Feng looked at the little monk's back and narrowed his eyes... Senior Brother Zhizhi... I'm afraid this little guy's identity is really extraordinary.
At this time, Bai Feihuang passed by, holding the Qingluan knife and walked over. He looked over at Han Feng as he said, "What are you looking at?"
Han Feng's "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" had already sensed Bai Feihuang approaching. He showed no surprise and answered with a smile:
"That young monk is called Chengxin. He comes from Cixin Zen Forest. He said he admires and worships me very much."
"The clear heart of Metta Zen Forest?"
Bai Feihuang's expression was a little strange.
Han Feng noticed that Bai Feihuang's expression was a little subtle, so he asked, "What's wrong? Do you know him?"
Bai Feihuang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Chengxin from Cixin Zen Forest is known as the most talented disciple of this generation in Liguo Buddhism. He practices Buddhism but not martial arts. It is said that he has practiced the "Staying Away from Inverted Dreams" to the eighth level. As long as he enters
If you master martial arts, you will be able to achieve the fifth level of martial arts in no time, and you will be a popular candidate in the debate between Buddhism and Daoism in Jishan."
"Jishan Debate?"
This time it was Han Feng's turn to be confused.
Bai Feihuang knew that he didn't know much about these anecdotes from long ago, so he explained:
"Buddhism and Taoism have different philosophies and differences in Taoism, so the two religions agreed to hold a debate on martial arts and classics every thirty years in Jishan. However, the conflict will inevitably intensify, and the number of candidates for the battle cannot exceed
Twenty years old.
Twenty-nine years ago, a 13-year-old Taoist prodigy, Shen Xiyi, emerged from the Qitian branch of the Taoist sect. With his young body, he defeated such a big Buddhist sect and could not hold his head up. Now he has become the leader of the Taoist sect in Liguo, ranking among the Top twenty on the martial arts list.
And this little monk Cheng Xin is considered to be a figure of the Buddhist generation, just like Shen Xiyi."
A Buddhist genius... Han Feng recalled how Cheng Xin was out of breath even after running just now. He really couldn't imagine that he had such a high status... It seemed that he had treated him as a pawn just now...
Han Feng shook his head and didn't think about it, and looked at Bai Feihuang: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, Feihuang, why are you here?"
Bai Feihuang seemed to remember something and said to Han Feng: "Speaking of which, I was going to go up the mountain to inform you to attend a party."
"Party? Is there any gathering that I need to trouble Bai Zhijian to notify personally?"
"It was invited by Qi Shaowei, who is also ranked in the top eight. She hopes to summon everyone who is also ranked in the top eight to meet, exchange martial arts, and enhance feelings."
Forget about exchanging martial arts, what's the point of enhancing relationships? Does Xuanjian Division also pay attention to the workplace?... Han Feng secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface:
"Qi Shaowei, it sounds like a girl's name. Is he your friend Feihuang?"
Bai Feihuang raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Feng:
"Not only is she a girl, but she is also a girl with a very good appearance. What, are you tempted?"
Han Feng somehow felt that Bai Feihuang's question was quite meaningful, so he smiled and replied:
"Forget it, I have other things to be busy with recently. If Qi Lingshi has the ability to defeat her opponent, she will definitely have the opportunity to exchange martial arts with me."
"You are really inhumane."
Bai Feihuang said this with a bright smile.
"Ha, I am the respected Han Zhijian, okay, I am very busy~"
Han Feng winked at Bai Feihuang.
Bai Feihuang ignored him and turned to leave: "I'm going to reply to her. Don't be late for tomorrow's quarter-final showdown again~"
Han Feng turned around and walked back up the mountain.
"Don't worry, I'm the most punctual person~"
Han Feng walked up the mountain while thinking about what would happen next.
I didn’t mean to shirk the party tonight, but I really had something to do.
Nangong Lian had informed himself earlier that he was going to pick up a group of Gu capitals to lurk near the Xuanjian Division tonight.
I'm afraid I won't be able to calm down tonight.
Just as he was thinking about whether he should catch those Gudu evil people during the reception process, the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" was suddenly triggered, and he sensed a stranger standing at the door of his campus.
After Wang Bo's battle with "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique", the fusion with Han Feng's mind has truly begun, and the next step is to work hard.
Walking forward, the wealthy middle-aged man waiting outside the courtyard door came over with a smile:
"Hey, you must be the famous Han Feng and Han Zhijian. I am Xu Maochang, a businessman."
Han Feng was a little surprised: "Oh, why did Brother Xu come to me?"
Xu Maochang smiled flatteringly: "Hey, what else could it be for? Of course it is for the half of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" you wrote... Lao Xu, I am a book publisher and I took over your half of the book earlier. The business of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I didn't know that your book would become popular all of a sudden. I don't know how many people came to my place to read the second half, and there were many martial arts people among them. But where can I get the book for you? Let them see... I am really helpless now and have no choice but to come to you, Han Zhijian. By then, our harvest will be equal to 30% to 70%. I am 3% and you are 7%~"
Han Feng watched Xu Maochang make a seven sign, and his expression suddenly changed... It wasn't that he was moved by the money, but that the mysterious mist came to mix it up again...