After hearing about Hu Lijing's fate, Master Liaochen was spinning Buddhist beads and reciting Buddhist sutras all the way to save the souls of the dead.
Listening to the master's Buddhist scriptures, playing around, beating little monsters and catching imps, they soon reached the edge of Jizhou.
Kyoto is surrounded by Jizhou and protected airtight, which just reflects its status as the heart of the country.
"Can we go up the mountain today?"
Jian Fan came here for the first time.
He passed through Jizhou and wandered casually in the small town at the foot of Xiaomao Mountain.
After all, it is a holy land passed down for thousands of years.
It is protected by spiritual veins, purified by large arrays, and the air is fresh.
Compared with Kyoto dozens of miles away, the environment is simply the best, and even the temperature is much more suitable.
"No, no."
Old God Liao Chen shook his head on the ground and took the lead to walk forward, "We have to stay at the foot of the mountain first.
Normally, the small market for these three days is held at the foot of the mountain.
If you go up the mountain first, the three days of waiting at the market will be in vain.
Tomorrow, little friend Jian, you can exchange your things."
"Master, will you give Yuan Sheng a lollipop in exchange?"
Jian Fan said with a smile, taking out a string of beeswax beads and stuffing them into the young monk's hand.
The bracelet was engraved with Buddhist scriptures, and it was obviously auspicious.
It was a middle-grade magic weapon.
She patted the little monk's head and said, "I will ignore you tomorrow.
Little monk, I will give you a pair of strings.
You can change it to play with what you like."
The young monk recited Amitabha and looked at the old monk nodding.
Then he smiled and put the string in his pocket, saying with pure joy, "Hang on, you are such a good person.
The young monk likes you."
"Little monk, it's enough that you like your master.
My wife has me."
Rong Nan looked a little gloomy and unhappy.
Xiao Fanfan was about to let go of him that night, but there were so many troubles.
After Jian Fan There's nothing to show for it.
If he really doesn't fight for it, his wife will be separated from him.
"Madam, I came to Xiaomao Mountain more than ten years ago.
We" said, a warm light gradually appeared in his eyes, and the edges softened.
It seemed like a good time, which made Jian Fan groan inexplicably.
Voice.
Several Maoshan disciples wearing Taoist uniforms and appearing to have some status ran towards them, running faster and faster, as if they were afraid that they would run away.
"Little junior sister", the louder shout abruptly interrupted Rong Yu's rare flattery.
"Little junior sister, you are finally back.
You have been missing for five years."
"We have been looking for you for the past five years."
"Little junior sister, are you okay?"
Jian Fan was shocked.
She didn't expect that a trip to Xiaomao Mountain would be organized.
She subconsciously went to see Rong Nan, but was frightened by Rong Nan's cold snort and turned her head back uneasily.
The group of Maoshan disciples tried their best to pull Jian Fan up the mountain.
If Miss Jian doesn't want to, these Maoshan disciples won't be able to pull her away.
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However, there seemed to be a voice in her heart, telling her, you go, you go, no matter what, go, everything will end, you want to go.
Jian Fan followed the senior brothers who fell from the sky all the way up the mountain without stopping, passing through the main hall and a number of large and small pavilions, passing the martial arts training ground, walking through a forest and a large maze, and then riding on the flying sword of his senior brothers.
Liangu Peak, the highest peak in the Xiaomaoshan Mountains, is said to be the residence of the leader.
"Junior sister, the master is inside, we won't disturb you and the master."
The senior brothers instantly transformed into passers-by, A, B, B, and D, and slipped down the mountain on various magic weapons, drawing a rainbow in the mountains of Bone Refining Peak.
Jian Fan didn't care to look at the luster of those treasures.
She stared at the tightly closed wooden door ten steps away in front of her, her lips pursed tightly, almost losing their color.
The feeling of homelessness, confusion and discomfort in my heart became more and more intense.
Her throat was sore, "Ananda" She responded silently, and Rong Nan didn't follow her.
The wind roared exaggeratedly on the top of the mountain, and thick snow blankets could be seen on both sides of the path.
Jian Fan stood alone on the path, and she suddenly felt colder.
"Squeak."
The door opened.
"Since you're here, come in."
The rich voice made Jian Fan feel familiar, and his heart felt extra warm unconsciously.
She excused herself and stepped forward.
The moment he entered the house, Jian Fan felt that this place should be the same as the world of drunkenness and wealth.
The information revealed in the eyes is that this is a small and shabby room with nothing except tables, chairs, benches and beds.
It looks like a place of asceticism.
In fact, some things should never be explained by "seeing is believing".
Jian Fan closed her eyes, and an invisible air flow spread around her body.
The air flow spread out, and her figure suddenly disappeared from where she was.
It was still the most basic movement step, but when she performed it, it was unfathomable.
From then on, the air in the whole room was shaken, as if no one had ever been there.
At this time, Jian Fan was standing in Hua Xin Pavilion, the real residence of the leader.
As she expected, the low bungalow turned into a two-story building.
Everything in the living room was simple but extraordinary.
The most extraordinary thing was probably the silent and expressionless gentleman sitting in the main seat. .
"You."
After meeting him, Jian Fan was not so nervous.
She looked around, picked a chair not too far away, and sat down politely.
Since she didn't think of anything, it was useless to be nervous.
Besides, even with that face, she couldn't be angry.
"You, junior Jian Fan, have met Taoist Priest Dao Qing.
Dare you ask if you have anything to say to this junior?"
"Now that you're gone, why come back?
You shouldn't come back."
Dao Qing must have known something, but he didn't say it.
Dao Qing's coldness was bone-chilling, as if he didn't care about anything.
The coldness of tolerance contains the concern for Jianfan and the ruthlessness towards others.
In comparison, it is easy and more human-like.
Jian Fan couldn't help but miss Ananda.
She frowned and looked at Dao Qing, and the complexity in her eyes was extremely clear.
"They say you are my father.
Is this true?
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My memory is only five years.
I don't understand what you are saying.
Taoist priest, you..."
She knew that she was indeed lonely.
When she met Dao Qing, she was rarely timid.
He was just a normal person.
My curiosity is even more intense, or in other words, I have seen such a Taoist priest, Jian Fan, what on earth were you expecting?
After five years of amnesia, this word made Dao Qing raise his eyes, seeming a little surprised.
His serious and cold eyes swept over Jian Fan's face, and then lowered his head, "It's true that others are shameful, but forget about losing the memory.
I don't want to recognize you as my daughter."
What and what?
Jian Fan screamed in his heart, it was you who took the initiative, but in the end you left me with an embarrassed face.
She put on a straight face, laughed dryly, and the stubbornness in her temper turned directly into angry words.
"It's really funny.
Could it be that the Taoist Master is overthinking it?
I was just brought here by my senior brothers.
Who said I would recognize you?"
This aura was quite irritating.
"It seems that we are just strangers in the name of father and daughter.
Goodbye":