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Chapter 647

After rescuing the little boy who was so dirty that he looked like a clay statue from the ditch, and washing it with light rain, Zhang Wenfeng was surprised to find that he was only about six or seven years old and could not tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

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The rags on his body were patched and still in disgrace, and the true character of the linen could not be seen. The child was barefoot, and his trousers were hung up almost to his knees.

He was so skinny that his belly couldn't be covered by his rags. He had never seen such a frighteningly thin child.

"Where are your parents? How come no one cares about you?"

Zhang Wenfeng dried the water stains on the child with a wave of his hand, folded wet branches on the roadside and built a fire. A wisp of flame appeared on his fingertips. He quickly dried the branches and the firewood started burning brightly. The islands are not divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The April night was a bit humid and cool.

There was fear in the child's eyes, and he shrank to the side until the stranger took out a bowl of dry food from somewhere, poured water into it, stirred it with chopsticks, and turned it into hot and fragrant gooey food. He swallowed hard and took it out of his arms.

Protecting the broken bowl, he timidly opened his mouth and bowed: "Master God, please do me a favor and give the dog a bite to eat. The dog will kowtow to you!"

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to support the child who was about to kneel down and kowtow. Zhang Wenfeng could already tell that this was a little beggar. He guessed that he was fleeing with the crowd and fell into a ditch. No one reached out to help him. He struggled to hold on until it was almost dark before crying.

Voice.

He handed the bowl and chopsticks to the child and watched as the child devoured most of the bowl of paste in several gulps and licked the bowl clean. It was obvious that he was not full, but he stopped begging and asked again: "Where are your parents?"

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Make half a bowl of water appear in the bowl to signal the child to drink water.

The little beggar shook his head: "No more."

He drank the water in a few times, wiped the empty bowl clean with his rags, and handed it to the immortal master with both hands. This was an experience he had learned through countless beatings in begging, and the same person could only beg once a day.

Zhang Wenfeng put away his bowls and chopsticks, pointed to a large deserted and dead village behind him, and said, "We will get rid of all the unclean things in the village later. You can ask the villagers to come back and live there. Nothing will happen."

The little beggar picked up his broken bowl and put it in his arms, bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Lord God, for the food."

He ran towards the northern path in the dark and ran very fast, not daring to look back.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to warm up the fire, pressed down his palms, and the fire suddenly went out. He turned around and walked into the darkness. He collected and buried the bones of the few dozen households in the yard. He walked back slowly, took out the incense stick and lit it, chanting in his mouth.

Recite salvation scriptures and walk around this large area to summon out the remaining souls hidden underground.

With his current reading skills, the resentment and hostility of ordinary remnant souls can be washed away in no time.

After being busy in the middle of the night, he also visited the area where the monk Fa Nan had transcended his practice, leading the remaining souls to the underworld, and then returned to the clearing near the ruined city. There were already many people sitting cross-legged on futons and meditating in the open air.

Lu Zijin and a few others disappeared somewhere.

The next morning, after a long journey and flying more than 30,000 miles, more than 50 third-level monks arrived, escorted by Zhou Zhi. It was heard that the last fourth-level monk who slipped through the net wanted to go to the farthest west of Qianzhou by detouring to the seaside.

Shidao Kingdom was intercepted by Xiao Ni'er lurking in the water, and was besieged and surrendered.

Shui Qingru and Chen Zhong came to Xianling Temple. After meeting with the temple owner, they followed Fa Yuan and Bai Lichun's instructions and set off with the team to Duxian Island. More than fifty people will be divided into several teams and go to different places.

On the island, he preached the future rules and ordered all third-level and second-level monks to go to Duxian City and Wandering Island to register and receive new identity tags.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without mercy!

In troubled times, heavy rituals are used, and all countries send monks who are good at fighting.

Zhang Wenfeng stayed on Wandering Island as a temporary guard, occasionally chatting with Wan Boqi, who had lost his legs and was recovering in the Xingyun Boat, to relieve his boredom, while other people took care of the rest of the worldly affairs.

Chen Qingqiao was missing an arm, and he couldn't stop directing several third-level monks to select a site to build a stone house, use magic to level the foundation, and use earth methods to condense stone into walls. It was not easy at all.

"The mortals living in the Duxian Islands are all descendants of former monks. In addition, too many monks have to be killed every thousand years. They have a lot of resentment, but they are lucky.

Uniquely, the number of people with cultivation qualifications here far exceeds that of other continents."

Chen Qingqiao crossed his chin with one hand and spoke to Guanzhu Zhang from a high place on the reef: "I plan to choose three young children with good qualifications, bring them back to the sect to train them, and slowly nurture and polish away the innate resentment in their bodies. I can't choose

Too much will make it difficult to feed the cubs to maturity, and too much will be a bad thing.”

Zhang Wenfeng understood Chen Qingqiao's reminder and talked for a while. In the next two days, he walked around many streets, towns and villages on Wandering Island, which is more than a hundred miles in size, and found many good young children who could cultivate.

When I came back, I passed by the deadly quiet area with an empty yard for more than ten miles. I saw smoke rising from one of the houses. I glanced curiously and saw that it was the little beggar. He was holding his butt and blowing on the fire to cook. His clothes had changed.

, wearing well-fitting cloth shoes, with a happy smile on her dark face.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head. The little beggar went to other empty yards to collect a lot of clothing and food. There were piles of clothes, supplies, and food in the room. He was so greedy that he didn't know how to hide the things in several places.

After all, I am still too young and don’t know the true dangers of people’s hearts.

He ignored it and returned to the site where many stone houses were built near the ruins. He walked into Yunzhou and chatted with Wan Boqi for a few words, then came out to say hello to Chen Qingqiao and moved into one of the stone houses.

Suddenly half a month passed, and the man who had been wandering around came back and went straight to the residence of the master of the temple. He talked about where he had gone while protecting a group of monks during their mission, and killed several groups of rebellious people.

Taming the monks who dared to resist, he showed off several treasures he had collected, including egg-sized spiritual beads, man-sized crimson spiritual corals, unpolished crystal ores as big as fists, etc.

After resting for a night, Lu Zijin flew westward alone in a hurry. He could not wait for the temple owner and others to take the cloud boat back together. Xiao Ni'er sent him Feijian a message. He didn't know what they said. The two guys were mysterious.

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Zhang Wenfeng was not in a hurry. For him, wherever he went was practice. He walked out of the stronghold that was beginning to take shape as a city. He looked at a group of little guys chasing and chasing him. The little beggar ran away with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His shoes also ran away, and he fell to the ground.

He cried and shouted: "Master God, help me, they robbed all my things and even broke my legs..."

The nosebleeds and tears flowed profusely, and he looked pitiful.

The boys who were chasing him were so frightened when they saw that the immortal master was actually there that they turned around and ran as fast as rabbits.

They stopped again when they reached a distance. When they turned around, they saw that the fairy master did not kick the little beggar away, but instead picked up the dirty little beggar and took him into the city gate. They were surprised and uneasy, and hurried home.

The deserted and empty courtyard outside the city is now almost divided up by people.

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