"Chen Feng, could it be that this tree is the Panlong Divine Tree we are looking for?"
Zhao Xueqing asked Chen Fengdao.
"That's right."
Chen Feng also saw the Panlong Divine Tree for the first time, but he didn't expect that there were such strange plants in this world, and before he got close, he could feel that this tree had an extremely strong vitality, I am afraid that this tree did not know how many years it had survived.
The little novice who brought them in just now had already left, and an old monk came out of the meditation room, this old monk was only wearing a very ordinary monk's robe, and he looked kind, he came to Chen Feng and them, and folded his hands and said: "Ani Buddha, donors, welcome to our Xichan Temple, I am the abbot Wuchen here, may I ask you donors to our Xichan Temple to travel?"
Or lost?
” This temple located in the deep mountains, in a closed state, usually does not accept the worship of believers with incense, so naturally no one will come here to say incense, even if occasionally people set foot here, there are mostly some lost woodcutters, or some medicine pickers, and even tourists come here to play.
"Master Wuchen, we are here to find the Panlong Divine Tree."
Chen Feng also folded his hands.
"Oh?
The donor also knows about the Panlong Divine Tree?
The old monk's eyes lit up slightly, he glanced at Chen Feng, and suddenly said, "It turns out that this benefactor is also a member of our Buddhist sect." ” "Master Wuchen, I think you misunderstood, I'm not a monk, and I haven't thought about being a monk, I'm afraid I'm just a person in the red dust."
When Chen Feng heard this old monk say that he was also a Buddhist, he immediately felt a little funny, I don't know if this old monk has myopia, or presbyopia, glaucoma or something, he has always been a meatless person, and he looks like a monk there.
"That may be the old man's misunderstanding, the donor's body has the breath of our Buddhist family, I don't know why the donor is looking for Panlong Shenmu?"
Wuchen glanced at Chen Feng a little strangely, although Chen Feng did not shave, but he had the aura of Buddhism on his body, so he mistakenly recognized him as a member of Buddhism.
Many people in the world misunderstand that there is no absolute correlation between people in Buddhism and whether they are shaved, and some people who study Buddhism or practice Buddhism may not necessarily choose to take refuge in the temple to practice, and there is a kind of cultivation in Buddhism called "Red Dust Buddha", which means people who cultivate Buddha in the red dust.
"Master Wuchen, my friend was attacked by demons and needed to use the fruit of the Panlong Divine Wood to exorcise the demons in her body, I heard that there was a Panlong Divine Tree here, so I came here and asked Master Wuchen to forgive me."
Chen Feng said.
"Oh, since the benefactor's friend has been attacked by demonic powers, why don't you take her to the temple and find someone to chant to ward off misfortune?"
Wuchen also thought that the demonic nature that Chen Feng said in his mouth was some dirty things in the world.
"Master Wuchen doesn't know, my friend has the blood of a demon child, once she is invaded by the demon, then she will become a six relatives who do not recognize, live on grievances, feed on blood, people are not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts, so I want to find the fruit of this Panlong Shenmu to help her heal, and ask Master Wuchen to tell me where there is the fruit of Panlong Shenmu."
Chen Feng explained.
"The blood of the demon boy!"
Wu Chen's brows jumped, he naturally knew what the blood of the demon boy was, the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree could indeed solve the demonic nature of the Demon Boy, and even destroy all the demons and demons in this world, no wonder they had to come all the way to him to find the Panlong Divine Tree.
"Panlong Shenmu blooms for a thousand years, a thousand years of fruit, each time there is only one fruit, in our Xichan Temple for generations to guard this Panlong Shenmu, there is indeed a fruit of Panlong Shenmu, but this fruit is the treasure of our Xichan Temple, I am afraid that it can not be given to the donor, and please forgive the donor."
"Master Wuchen, don't you Buddhists have a saying that saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter?
This treasure is dead, and people are alive, and they all say that their families are merciful, and they also ask the master to help.
As soon as he heard that the old monk refused to agree, Chen Feng suddenly became a little anxious.
"Anitabha, this donor, I'm afraid that the old man can't help him, and I ask you donors to leave."
The old monk drove away directly.
"Master Wuchen......
Master Wuchen ......"
Chen Feng shouted a few words in a row, and the old monk simply returned to the meditation room and closed the door to thank the guests.
Soon, the little novice who swept the floor just now came over to ask Chen Feng and them out, and he didn't even give them a sip of tea.
There was no way, Chen Feng had to take them out of this temple first, and settled down in a nearby place, during which Chen Feng's brows were kept locked, Xiao Wu Xiaoliu knew that Chen Feng was not in a good mood, and they didn't dare to speak, knowing that the relationship between the eldest lady and him was good, so he glanced at Zhao Xueqing and asked her to comfort Chen Feng, and then the two of them went out to find water and left the space for them.
"Chen Feng, don't worry, I believe there will always be a way."
Zhao Xueqing didn't know how to comfort Chen Feng, so she had to say casually.
At this time, Chen Feng was no longer frowning, he was not angry just now, but thinking of a way, looking at the attitude of the old monk just now, I want him to take out the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree, I'm afraid it's an impossible thing, can he only go home empty-handed?
Maybe there are still the fruits of the Panlong Divine Wood in other places, but Chen Feng can afford to wait, but Murong Bing can't afford to wait, he doesn't have time to look for it elsewhere, either he takes the fruit of the Panlong Divine Wood back, or he watches Murong Bing fall into the devil, and then kills her with his own hands.
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about something."
Chen Feng saw Zhao Xueqing's worried expression on his face, and in order not to make her worry, he smiled at her.
But women are sensitive, especially in terms of feelings, although Chen Feng said that he was fine, how could he hide it from Zhao Xueqing.
"Chen Feng, do you want to ......
We'll go back and beg the old monk later.
Zhao Xueqing suggested.
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"It's useless, that old monk is Wang Ba eats scales, he is hard-hearted, he is a monk, he will not lie easily, I'm afraid we have to find another way."
Chen Feng said.
At this time, there was a bell from the temple, it should be time to do evening class, when he went in just now, Chen Feng carefully observed, and found that there were not many monks inside, plus the abbot, there were probably only about a dozen people, and one of the houses attracted Chen Feng's attention.
This house is in the middle of the temple, next to the abbot's meditation room, and on the left and right are the monks' wings......
The fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree and the like.