On the opposite side of the bookshelf, an old monk rolled his eyelids.
His eyes seemed to be able to see Mu Fan in a wheelchair through the thick books.
The old monk's eyebrows are very thick and dark, and there is a majesty between the eyebrows, which is not as kind as other monks.
At first glance, the anger on his body is heavier than Huikong.
Mu Fan felt that he was far from figuring out the matter of Huo Houye, and there must be more inside stories that he didn't know.
"Forget it, I can't figure it out."
Mu Fan said to Xiao Wan: "Let's go up and take a look, the higher the layer, the more precious the things in the tower." ” Xiao Wan snorted and pushed Mu Fan to walk up the floor.
The old monk quietly followed, and he mingled among the many monks, as if he was just reading the Buddhist scriptures.
He heard everything Mu Fan said, word for word.
It's just that Mu Fan and Xiao Wan are very cautious, and he didn't get really useful information.
No matter where Mu Fan and Xiao Wan went, the old monk always followed them and secretly observed them.
Mu Fan had reached the fifth layer, and there were many more useful body refining methods on it, but he had already cultivated the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra, and cultivating these things was just a waste of time.
However, these body refining methods were not completely useless, they could help Mu Fan supplement more basic knowledge in body refining.
Xiao Wan read a few Buddhist scriptures here, so she stopped touching them and used this place to learn the inner and outer Danshu.
The two were a little sleepy in the evening, so Xiao Wan pushed the wheelchair back.
The sect grand meeting basically had nothing to do with Mu Fan, and his body temporarily fixed him on the wheel again.
From this day on, the nine-story pagoda of Chunyang Temple became a place he frequented.
However, what he didn't expect was that there was an old monk who was secretly observing him all along.
On the sixth day of awakening, it was also the sixth time that Mu Fan and Xiaowan arrived at the nine-story pagoda.
The weather is rarely good, and the sun shines on the top of the mountain, painting the entire Chunyang Temple with a layer of gold.
Seeing the sunrise on the top of the mountain is an extremely magnificent sight.
What's more, this is a Buddhist temple, and the heavy and sacred breath erupts out, stretching for thousands of miles, and it can't be stopped.
You don't have to feel it, you don't need to watch it, on the top of the mountain, every inch of land carries the breath of history.
From a thousand years ago, to the distant future.
Mu Fan's legs were not yet well, so he could only barely stand up.
Sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't help but sigh as he looked out through the window of the stupa.
"The sun is rising, and the purple air is coming from the east."
An old, hoarse voice came from behind Mu Fan.
"Great!"
Mu Fan's eyes reflected the scene outside the window.
"The country is too beautiful, more beautiful than a beauty."
The sound is closer.
Mu Fan is not worried that the owner of the voice will harm him, this is a pagoda, no one dares to make a mistake.
"The country is indeed beautiful."
Mu Fan didn't mention the beauty, only the country.
The owner of the voice walked up to Mu Fan, it was the old monk who had been spying on Mu Fan, and he continued to ask, "Do you want these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?"
” Mu Fan seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "I want to become the most powerful swordsman in the world, the country is too far away." ” This is half-true, he has never thought of becoming the most powerful swordsman, nor has he ever thought about thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The old monk didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand and pointed to the clearing under the tower.
Mu Fan stretched out his head and looked down, there were only a few monks, nothing special.
"What do you mean?"
The old monk said: "A test. ” Mu Fan was even more puzzled.
Xiao Wan was thinking about how to make alchemy, when she heard the young master talking to an old monk, and saw the old monk stretching out his hand and pointing at the tower.
Curious, she walked over to take a look.
Mu Fan raised his head and said, "I still don't understand." ” The old monk left with a smile and no explanation.
Mu Fan looked at Xiao Wan suspiciously.
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Xiao Wan scratched her forehead and said, "I just came, I don't know what you're talking about?"
” Mu Fan looked at the open space under the tower for a while, but there was still nothing.
"It's a mystery."
He said with a little weakness.
Unlike his pretense of calmness on the surface, he was very worried about what the old monk would see.
The old monk was not like the mad monk he met when he went up the mountain that day, but the topics he talked about were abrupt and strange, and his tone was very confident.
Being so troubled by the old monk, Mu Fan didn't have the heart to study the body refining method, so he copied a Buddhist scripture next to him and looked at it absentmindedly.
After turning a few pages, he threw the sutra onto the bookshelf, and heard the noise coming from under the tower, which made him even more annoyed.
Reluctantly got up and sorted out the Buddhist scriptures that he had thrown away, he still couldn't help but look at the bottom of the tower.
When someone from the court came, Mu Fan thought about it, this is a normal thing.
Zhao Jianyan is still here, and now he is the third son of the emperor.
When the court came to pick him up, he had to have the grandeur of the emperor's family.
There were more and more people under the tower, the people from the Xuanmen and the imperial court stood in the middle, and the monks from other sects stood on the periphery.
Mu Fan realized that something was wrong, and coupled with the old monk's words just now, he was a little worried in his heart.
Some familiar figures began to appear in the crowd, including the disciples of the Sword Sect, Zhang Xiaohang......
In a quarter of an hour, the tower was already full of people.
Among the men and horses of the court, a strong man stepped forward, holding a box in his hand.
Zhang Yuansheng walked up to the strong man and lifted the lid of the box.
Inside the box was a human head, and its owner was someone Mu Fan knew very well.
After that, Zhang Yuansheng said a lot of words, Mu Fan's ears were buzzing, and he only saw his mouth moving, but he didn't hear a word of what he said.
Leaning on the wheelchair, Mu Fan was surprisingly calm, without great sorrow or joy, just calm.
He tried to get up and cover Xiao Wan's eyes and buried Xiao Wan's head in his arms.
After doing all this, he turned his head and waited for the old monk to come again.
Xiao Wan's shoulders kept twitching, and the head of the old courtyard suddenly appeared in her sight, which really made her unbearable.
Mu Fan gently patted Xiao Wan's back, his eyes staring at the direction where the old monk was standing just now.
If he didn't understand the old monk's intentions just now, now he has completely figured it out.
Deliberately let him see the head of the old courtyard, in order to determine the identity of his young master Mu Fan!
Sure enough, the old monk walked up to Mu Fan slowly and said, "Can you answer my question seriously now?"
” "The country is too far away, killing the Xuanmen mongrels and the lackeys of the court under the tower is what I want to do."
The old monk waved his hand, "That's not my problem. ” "You ask."
"What is the relationship between the Mu family and Ye Feng?"
"It should be a partner, I don't know what the relationship is."
Mu Fan squinted his eyes and said, "You are looking for me, not just to ask a question." ” The old monk nodded, "Of course I have other things to do with you." ” "You're so confident, what if I don't do it for you?"
"Don't be in too much of a hurry."
The old monk placed a ban to prevent anyone from hearing, "I want to put the host under house arrest and control the Chunyang Temple!"
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