The fat man was very depressed after losing his power. He picked up his stick and went back to the house sadly.
Nan Feng had already entered the house, saw the fat man's expression, went out and called him out, and gave him a few casual words. In fact, the eight-part golden body of the fat man was still somewhat effective. Ordinary fists and kicks could not hurt him, but he had already ascended. With his profound cultivation, Fatty would definitely not be able to bear it if he was hit with a stick.
Hearing what Nanfeng said, the fat man felt much better, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's a great joy to be promoted to Xuanxuan. We need to celebrate it."
"No need." Nanfeng waved his hand. Turn around and go back to your room.
"Why are you so worried?" The fat man followed in.
Nanfeng sat on the seat and sighed, "It's still too slow."
"It's not too slow to be promoted to Xuan at seventeen. At this rate, you can be promoted to Blue Qi before you are twenty, which is amazing." The fat man sat next to Nanfeng.
Nan Feng turned to look at Fatty, thought for a while, and briefly told him about Taiqing Sect.
The fat man counted on his fingers, "There are still eight years left. There are still caves, three caves, big caves, and the fourth level of the mountain. It's quite overwhelming. Have you ever counted? In eight years, you will be twenty-five. I heard that Long Yun My talent is extremely high. I was only promoted to Jushan at the age of 27. How can we compare with others? You are too bragging. Don’t even think about it. There is no way for you."
Nanfeng sighed again. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and had a high spirit. In anger, he casually said for twelve years, who would have thought that practicing cultivation would be so difficult.
"It doesn't matter if it's a few years late. If you feel embarrassed, just send a message back and tell them." Fatty gave an idea.
"If you say it out loud, it will be like throwing water away. I must go back in eight years." Nanfeng said sternly.
Just as the fat man was about to answer, there were two barks from outside the door. The fat man stood up and let the white dog in, then sat back down and said, "You will definitely not be able to reach Jushan within eight years. Why are you going back to die?"
"Get out of here and leave me alone." Nanfeng waved his hand to drive him away.
Fatty didn't leave, but he couldn't think of words to comfort Nanfeng, so he just sat there in silence.
Nanfeng tried to calm down and thought carefully about the situation. The fat man had previously calculated for him that he would be promoted to the Mountain in eight years. He had not yet been given time to search for and comprehend the Tortoise Shell Heavenly Book. No matter how he calculated it, the time was far from enough. .
Now there are only two ways in front of us. One is to start looking for the Turtle Shell Heavenly Book before entering Jushan. Without the cultivation of Jushan, you cannot fly through the sky, and the spiritual energy cannot be released outside the body. This is risking your own life. .
Another way is to seek death and use the Dragon-tooth Celestial Silkworm that he had taken back then to remould himself and speed up his cultivation. But this matter is extremely dangerous. What he has eaten is only male silkworms. He can only be reborn, but cannot be brought back to life. Once he enters a state of dying, he must have Qihuang's holy hand standing by to control the situation and treat him. If he saves him too early, he will not be reborn, and if he saves him too late, he will not be reborn. If you die, you might really die.
"You can't be like this. You can't be in a hurry when practicing. If you are anxious, things can easily go wrong." The fat man also noticed that Nan Feng was impatient.
Nanfeng didn't answer.
The fat man said again, "It's better not to save face and suffer. Don't worry about how many years, just go back. Your master is dead, and revenge is not far away."
Nanfeng still didn't answer. He was thinking about another thing at this time. He had two pieces of tortoise shells in his hand, but he didn't recognize the writing on the tortoise shells. If someone could recognize the writing on the tortoise shells and translate it, maybe he could With these two pieces of tortoise shell, he realized the wonderful magic and mysteries. But at this time, we can't advertise the reward in a big way. If someone is interested, they may guess that he has tortoise shell fragments in his hand.
After thinking hard to no avail, Nanfeng could only suppress the matter for the time being. Although it was urgent, it was not urgent yet, so let's talk about it slowly.
"I will go to Ju County tomorrow to meet Magistrate Hu, and then go to Longkong Temple with him to have a feel." Nanfeng said.
"I haven't learned the eight parts of the golden body yet. Let's practice the Boruo magic first." The fat man said.
"There may not be a shop like this after passing this village. Don't worry about it. Leave it to me." Nanfeng said. As the saying goes, it's a good year to prevent famine. Now the two of them are still working as officials. God knows when. You have to pack your bags and get out, and you have to do everything you can do in advance to avoid being nervous and panicked when things get tough.
"I also want to go back and take a look." Fatty asked tentatively. Longkong Temple had driven him away under the pretext of asking him to go down the mountain for a tour. He and Longkong Temple had not completely fallen out with each other.
"Does it feel right to you?" Nanfeng asked back.
The fat man thought for a while, but did not insist on going. He stood up from his seat and walked out, "Be careful, don't let them suffer."
In the evening of that day, Nanfeng went to the county treasury and took five hundred taels of gold. He left the city overnight and used his body technique to sweep a hundred miles north. He found a hiding place and buried two hundred taels. He had to think long-term in everything. , in case something comes to light, we must prepare for the expenses of escape and the necessities of future life. Carry the remaining three hundred taels with you. If you really stole the Prajna magic, leave it with Longkong Temple to buy sesame oil.
The next day, Nanfeng took Zhang Zhong and others to Ju County. Magistrate Hu had been here twice before, and this was a return visit.
Because it had snowed heavily before, walking was slow on the road. It was not until late in the afternoon that the group arrived at the Ju County County Office. Seeing his arrival, County Magistrate Hu hurriedly held a banquet in honor of him. They did not disperse until the second watch. Then we decided to visit Longkong Temple tomorrow.
The next day, Xiaoxue, everyone got up early and went on the road, and arrived at Longkong Temple before Chenshi.
Longkong Temple is located in the northern suburbs of Ju County. The temple is not very big, but it is not very small either. As soon as everyone's carriages and horses arrived at the square in front of the temple, a monk who knew the guests came quickly. But instead of welcoming the guests, he turned them away and said, "Amitabha Buddha" , this temple has encountered an accident and is not allowed to receive pilgrims. Please go back."
Magistrate Hu also had yamen, and everyone was wearing casual clothes this time. The yamen warned the monk, "How dare you, this is magistrate Hu of this county, do you want to turn him away?"
"Amitabha, please forgive me. It's not that the temple refused to accept you intentionally, but it was really an accident." The guest monk pointed at the mountain gate, "Well, that man blocked the mountain gate and challenged the abbot of the temple. No matter how hard the poor monk tries to persuade him, it's just that If you don’t go, I’m afraid there will be punches and kicks later.”
Following the directions of the monk Zhike, Nanfeng looked up at the mountain gate. There were steps up the mountain to the north of the square. At this time, a tall and thin man stood under the steps. This man was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head. He was holding a long, unsheathed knife in his right hand. knife.
At this time, everyone was located in the southeast of the square, more than ten feet away from the steps to the mountain. It was snowing lightly in the sky, and the man had his back to everyone, so the man could not be seen. However, the man's raincoat and bamboo hat were covered with thick stains. There were layers of snow, which showed that I had been standing here for a long time.
"That's unreasonable." Magistrate Hu's servant stepped forward intentionally.
"Let them handle the affairs of the rivers and lakes on their own," Magistrate Hu raised his hand to stop him, and turned to the Zhike monk and said, "We are not in a hurry to offer incense. We will wait here until your temple handles the matter. It’s not too late for us to go to the temple to offer incense.”
After Magistrate Hu finished speaking, he turned to look at Nanfeng. Nanfeng understood and smiled at him. Magistrate Hu made it clear that he wanted to force Longkong Temple to send people to fight. What's the point of simply observing and visiting? It's rare to encounter such a person. Things must take the opportunity to open your eyes.
After hearing this, the guest monk had no choice but to go back and report. They originally had illusions and hoped to drag this matter out, but now that the county magistrate is here, if they stay behind closed doors, they will be giving in. Although they can use Buddhism to live in peace with the world, But after all, you can't hide it from the discerning people, and you will still lose your prestige.
Taoist priests and monks are subject to dual jurisdiction. One is under the control of the ancestral court, and the other is under the control of the local government. Monks and Taoists are required to register and register. If you want to build a Taoist temple, you must also get approval from the government. The temple property and temple land are also demarcated by the local government. , so Longkong Temple is still very afraid of Magistrate Hu.
After the monk informed him, an elder came out and invited everyone to enter the temple. Magistrate Hu waved his hand and refused, saying that everyone would go in and offer incense after Longkong Temple had finished handling trivial matters.
The elder was not stupid. He knew that Magistrate Hu wanted to watch the battle, so he had no choice but to go back to discuss with the abbot and others, and finally decided to go to war.
Longkong Temple is not very big. There are more than thirty monks in total. The abbot is called Kongxing. He is an old monk in his seventies.
Kongxing walked in front wearing a bright red cassock, followed by four elders and a group of monks behind him.
Seeing that all the monks in Longkong Temple had left the mountain gate, Nanfeng deliberately took advantage of the situation, went around to the back door and sneaked into the temple, taking the opportunity to find the inner method of Prajna magic. The Prajna magic was no better than the Taixuan Sutra, and there must be secret records in it.
Just when Nan Feng was hesitating whether to take advantage of the situation or take the opportunity to examine the power of the Prajna Divine Art, the tall and thin man in a raincoat slashed across his chest and said to Kong Xing, "Please."
Nanfeng suddenly frowned when he heard the voice. The voice was very familiar. He must recognize this person...