I actually touched a hand!
Feng Feiyun has touched quite a few hands, but most of them are young and beautiful women's hands. This is the first time that he has touched such a cold, dry hand.
"Mummy! What's the matter?" Feng Feiyun backed away suddenly, and his body was directly attached to the wall. Could it be that he hit a ghost
Naturally, things like hitting a ghost can't scare Feng Feiyun. After all, he was a person who died once, but this ghost appeared so weird, it was even scarier than a ghost.
This is a blue-gray monk's robe, the fabric has turned white, the chest is embroidered with white threads from thousands of years ago, interwoven into a flower of the other side, a line of ancient and graceful small characters, embroidered next to the flower of the other side.
"The other side of the flower blooms for a thousand years, falls for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death."
This is the line of small characters embroidered on the monk's robe. The font is soft and contains Dao strength. Although thousands of years have passed, the sadness and desolation carried on the small characters are still coming.
Just looking at it makes me feel like I want to cry.
This monk robe just floated in front of Feng Feiyun, as if an ancient monk was standing in front of him, but in fact it was just a monk robe, and the monk robe was supported by an eternal energy , to float in the air.
It was as if there was a monk with a transparent body, standing in front of Feng Feiyun wearing a monk's robe, staring at him with a smile on his face.
There is a little blood on the monk's robe. Although thousands of years have passed, the blood is still bright, like a red plum.
"The other side of the flower! The other side of the flower! The leaves grow before the flowers bloom, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. We are only a few feet apart, and we will never see each other!"
Feng Feiyun seemed to be able to feel a desolate artistic conception, which came out from the monk's clothes, and couldn't help but read the flower language of the other side, and an indescribable sadness rose in his heart, as if he was infected by it.
"The owner of this monk's robe must be a person with a story!"
Feng Feiyun felt a little less fear and a little more curiosity.
This robe, which is about to rot, is empty. Its owner has been dead for endless years, and only this robe is immortal.
No, there is also a right hand with white bones!
This hand stretched out from the sleeve on the right side and held it tightly. There was no flesh and blood on it, and even the bones were corroded and riddled with holes. ashes.
For thousands of years, his flesh and bones have been corroded into ashes, but this hand has not been destroyed, which makes people wonder why.
"What does he seem to be holding in his hand?"
That white-boned hand, with five fingers tightly clasped, seemed to be holding something tightly, and even after thousands of years of death, he was still reluctant to let go.
What is it that can make a dead person so nostalgic
Feng Feiyun's curiosity has always been very heavy. Seeing that this monk's robe is not hostile, he has the courage to pull the white bone hand away and see what he is holding in his hand.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation base has reached the early stage of immortal root. The strength of his arm is so great that even an iron ingot can be pulled apart. The bones were pulled apart.
"One thought is born, thousands of mountains and rivers; one thought is annihilated, and the sea is full of vicissitudes."
A distant and vicissitudes of life sounded, full of nostalgia for the world, but with a strong sense of helplessness, which made everyone who heard it grieved.
It seems that someone is leaning on the railing and looking at the moon, recalling the past!
After a long time, there was another sigh.
The two trousers of the monk's robe were blown by the gloomy wind, took light steps, turned around and walked away, and walked back to the blue-gray door.
The door closed softly again, but there was still no sound.
Feng Feiyun was stunned, rubbed his eyes, always felt that what happened just now was like a dream, it was too unreal.
"A monk's robe from thousands of years ago can walk on his own. This shows how powerful his master is, and what kind of past does such a powerful person have?"
"The Pagoda Temple, the blood-stained monk's clothes, the other shore flowers, the bones of the hand..."
Feng Feiyun always felt that he had broken into a place that he should not have broken into, and he had accidentally awakened something, as if he had awakened a living dead who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
"Feng Feiyun, how are you thinking?"
The voice of the demon man came in again from the outside, and his voice was a little squeamish, which made the wind and clouds burst into flames.
"I don't have to consider this matter. If you have the ability, come in and get it yourself. This uncle is waiting for you here." Feng Feiyun naturally wouldn't believe their nonsense. Even if the bamboo slips were handed over, they would definitely kill people.
By the way, what exactly is this bamboo slip
Since stealing this bamboo slip, Feng Feiyun has not looked at it very carefully, but since it can attract the attention of both Du Shougao and Yao Nan, there is probably a big secret hidden on this bamboo slip.
Just when Feng Feiyun was about to check the secrets of the bamboo slips, a cold wind whistled from outside the pagoda.
"Then I'll get it!"
In the end, Du Shougao couldn't help but take action. There was nothing he could do. He was seriously injured, and he couldn't afford to fight Feng Feiyun and Yao Nan at all. Every minute passed, his strength would be reduced by one point.
He had to take risks, otherwise the longer he dragged on, the worse it would be for him.
The knife in Master Du's hand is a spiritual weapon. Although he cannot activate the power of the spiritual energy, the sharpness of the knife is still not comparable to a weapon of the treasure level.
Not to mention a temple, even a palace, he can split it with one knife.
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't sit still, he greeted him with a palm across the window, Miao Gui's finger on the palm of his hand turned rapidly, a black profound energy spurted out, turned into a huge palm print, and shot it in the air. .
"boom!"
Du Shougao's cultivation was so strong, and his swordsmanship was even more proficient, but he was slapped back alive by this palm print, and his body slammed into Zhalongguliu behind him.
"Bang!"
The trunk of the ancient willow trembled, dropping willow leaves all over the sky.
Du Shougao's body fell against the tree trunk, and another mouthful of blood was spit out from his mouth, and the injury was even more serious.
His eyes were full of surprise. The palm print just now was too powerful. Although this palm beat him by surprise, he was repelled, but it already showed the tyranny of this palm print.
The power of Feng Feiyun is definitely not so strong!
"This is... the power of a spiritual tool, and there are other experts in the temple." Du Shougao could only think of this possibility.
His perseverance is amazing. Although he has been injured many times and his life and death are only in the line, he supports his body with a knife and stands up like a man who will never fall.
"No wonder that kid Feng Feiyun didn't come out. It turns out that there are experts in charge." Yao Nan also became more cautious.
Neither of them knew that Feng Feiyun was carrying a spiritual tool. After all, the power of the spiritual tool was too great, and the number was too small. It was simply not something that a fifth generation of Feng family could have.
Even a strong man like Du Shougao, coupled with his status as the number one rookie of the Taishang Palace of Death, holds a damaged spiritual weapon.
The knife in his hand, although it is of the level of a spiritual weapon, has already been damaged. Although its power is stronger than that of a quasi-spiritual weapon, it is not comparable to a real spiritual weapon.
It is impossible for Feng Feiyun to hold a spiritual tool, so there will only be another person who holds a spiritual tool, and this person is likely to be the owner of the temple.
Feng Feiyun was sheltered by the master of the tower temple, which made Du Shougao and Yao Nan even more taboo, and dared not act rashly.
The value of a spiritual tool is too much, enough to make a family fight for it, and Feng Feiyun will naturally take out Miao Gui's finger and show it to others as a last resort.
At this moment, he was hiding in the temple, and Du Shougao and Yaonan couldn't see what was inside. It was naturally the best to use a spiritual weapon to shock them both.
"As long as they throw the rat, then I have a chance to live!"
Feng Feiyun had his own plans in his heart, and suddenly knelt down on the ground and bowed his head to the half-roasted chicken on the window sill, shouting, "Thank you senior for your righteous action, junior is grateful, what? Senior, what do you say? I am talented and smart to accept me as a disciple? How embarrassing is this! What? Senior, you turned out to be a famous killing Taoist three hundred years ago. The junior has heard your name long ago. It is said that you were famous for an era. Nailed a palace lord of the Supreme Palace of Death on the Mobei Cliff."
What Feng Feiyun said was true, sometimes with sighs in his voice, and sometimes full of passion.
Originally, Du Shougao wanted to go to test the truth again. After all, he was defeated by the palm print just now because of his carelessness, but when he heard Feng Feiyun crying for his father and calling his mother, he immediately asked the killer to take the blame. He stopped, not daring to take a step forward easily.