"Brother He."
The man surnamed He was startled by him. He looked carefully and it seemed that there was no big problem. He waved his hand and said, "It's good that you are fine. After all, I have received three pills from you. If you really have any problems, I still have to take care of you."
"Thank you, Senior Brother He. I am much better now and am planning to practice in seclusion."
Hearing this, the man surnamed He glanced at him and said, "Okay, okay, I got it, go ahead!" Then he turned around and left.
After watching him leave, the door closed again, and the eyes that had originally had some spirit became dull. After locking the door, he formed a barrier with his hands to protect the place, and then walked back to ** step by step and sat down.
Fengjiu was sitting cross-legged in the space at this time. A mark disappeared between her hands and a thin layer of sweat seeped out of her forehead. She exhaled lightly and relaxed, then opened her eyes.
I just hope this can last a few more days!
On this day, after hearing the report from outside, the old man finally walked out of the cave.
Fengjiu didn't know what he was going to do, but after he left, she quickly came out of the space and went to the cliff behind to search below.
She did not go directly down to the cliff at the bottom, but searched on the cliff wall. Finally, when she fell one-third of the way down the cliff, she found a small cave.
The cave was not big, just a small hole that even a child could not get in. It was only the length of an arm deep. There were some weeds covering the outside of the cave, and it was difficult to notice it without careful searching.
To her surprise, there was only a wooden box in this small cave. When she opened it, she saw a yellowed book inside. This book was none other than the Heart Sutra from the Wanfo Sect.
"It is here indeed." She couldn't help but smile. She had planned to take it away and store it in her space. However, her hand holding the Heart Sutra paused, thinking that the old man would take out the Heart Sutra every two or three days to check and translate it.
In an instant, several thoughts flashed through her mind, and a cunning light flashed in her clear eyes. The next moment, she put the books into the space and then covered the hole.
On the other side, the old man came to the main hall, looked at the solemn faces of the people in the hall, and asked, "What happened again?"
Everyone looked at him, paused for a moment, and said, "Sect Master, the people we sent out found the whereabouts of Feng Jiu's twin sons yesterday. They delivered the news back, but today, no one has heard from them."
Hearing this, the sect leader's face instantly turned cold. Once the sinister aura from him was released, the atmosphere in the entire hall also became colder. No one dared to speak, but just frowned and held their breath.
"You mean to say, they're all dead?"
The old man's cold voice was filled with bloodthirsty cruelty. He stared at them with sharp and cold eyes and shouted in a calm voice: "Speak!"
As the voice came out, the powerful pressure it contained also spread out. The fierce shout made their hearts tremble and cold sweat oozed from their foreheads.
“They should, they should all be dead. I, I received a message from one of them. He was about to ask us for help, but he stopped talking halfway..." said a middle-aged man, not daring to look at the sect leader in the main seat.