"This thing is weird! Is it really the Heart Sutra of Buddhism?" She murmured softly and put the Heart Sutra aside. She thought that she should not look at it too much or think about it, otherwise, problems would arise sooner or later.
That’s right, she felt that there was something wrong with the Heart Sutra. The problem was not that it was a fake Heart Sutra, but that there was something wrong with the Heart Sutra itself.
Another two days passed here. Fengjiu, who was in the space, had no idea what was happening outside. During these two days, she had finally gotten rid of the interference of the Buddhist Heart Sutra and calmed down to practice, while also waiting for the old man to leave the cave.
On this day, early in the morning, in a house in the city, Xuanyuan Moze was reading a book in the yard, while looking at his two little children dancing with their little hands and feet.
Whenever his cold eyes fell on the two children, they would involuntarily turn into softness and doting. When he saw his daughter pulling his son's little fist-like paws and stuffing them into her mouth, he chuckled, shook his head, put down the book in his hand, and walked forward to hug his daughter out.
"Are you hungry, Yue'er?" He asked in a soft voice, as if afraid of scaring his daughter.
"Ah." The little girl grinned and laughed without teeth. She came forward and lay on Xuanyuan Moze's chest, trying to find something to eat.
Xuanyuan Moze raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking at his daughter with a playful look in his eyes: "Yuer, look carefully, I am the father, not the mother."
"Hehehe." The little guy giggled, and his saliva stuck to Xuanyuan Moze's clothes.
Looking at the saliva on his clothes, Xuanyuan Moze felt very delicate. As a man of cleanliness, he didn't seem to be so resistant to his daughter's saliva, no, it should be said that he didn't dislike it.
Because this is the saliva of his two sons, not anyone else's.
"Qingcheng, go prepare some food." Xuanyuan Moze looked at Bai Qingcheng who was waiting on the side and gave the order.
"Yes." Bai Qingcheng responded and walked out.
Leng Hua and Du Fan walked in from outside, glanced at Gray Wolf, Ying Yi and Leng Shuang who were waiting on the side, and then bowed to Xuanyuan Moze: "Lord Yan."
"What's wrong?" Xuanyuan Moze asked, holding his daughter's hand.
"We've found out clearly that those people are from that hidden sect. However, they didn't send anyone again after this incident. I wonder what they are up to now." Du Fan said, his eyes falling on Xuanyuan Moze.
Xuanyuan Moze raised his eyes to look at them and asked, "Did your master send you any news?"
"No."
The two shook their heads and paused. Leng Hua said, "Master Yan, should we go to support our master? According to what we have learned in the past two days, the master of this hidden sect is extremely powerful. I am afraid that our master will not be able to resist him with her current strength. If something happens, she will be alone outside without anyone to help her."
Xuanyuan Moze's eyes fell on his daughter in his arms, his eyes flickered. It was not that he didn't want to help her, but he knew that she valued the safety of the two children more than her own safety. If he went and handed the children to them, he would not be at ease, not to mention her.
After a long silence, he finally spoke: "This area is full of good and bad people, and there are still many strong people unknown to the world. In this case, let's borrow their strength and wipe out this hidden sect in one fell swoop!"