The strongest collapse system

Chapter 695
In the end, Hong Xuanji took the initiative to retreat and left Xishan.

He had just been promoted to a human immortal not long ago, and although the wheel of life and death created by the heavens is already a mature set of exercises, it has not yet reached the point of perfection and needs to be perfected.

Hong Xuanji is a hero who knows current affairs, since he is not Wang Fan's opponent now, he will not hit a stone with an egg.

Practice martial arts well, and then come to revenge, this is the most correct choice.

If there is no last resort, it is stupid to fight recklessly if you can't beat it.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the general trend of changing the way, this Hong Xuanji would have achieved the highest level of human immortality and shattered the realm of vacuum." Wang Fan thought for a while, and couldn't help feeling sorry for Hong Xuanji.

But this idea was quickly discarded.

It is no pity for a person who kills his wife and abandons his son to be abandoned by heaven.

Wang Fan took one last look at Meng Bingyun's tomb halfway up the mountain, sighed in his heart, and then flew towards Qiuyue Temple at the foot of the mountain.

"It's just that you love the wrong person."

……

Back at the foot of the mountain, what Wang Fan saw was a dilapidated temple.

Just now Wang Fan and Hong Xuanji took action, but they didn't worry about anything else. Countless birds and animals on the Western Mountain died, the trees collapsed, and rocks flew everywhere.

The Qiuyue Temple at the foot of the mountain was already in a dilapidated state, but after the shock, more than half of it collapsed.

Fortunately, Hong Yi was successful in practice, and when he felt the vibration, he had already escaped from the side hall where he was resting, and brought Wang Fan's body out, and rescued the old monk who was the abbot of the temple.

But their luggage guys are all stuck in it, but it doesn't matter.

Now Hong Yi is rich.

"Uncle Wang, what just happened?"

Hong Yi saw Wang Fan Yuanshen landed, and immediately stepped forward to ask.

"I just ran into Lord Hou in front of your mother's grave..." Hong Yi fell silent as soon as Wang Fan explained the matter.

Hong Yi didn't know the truth about the death of his mother Meng Bingyun at this moment.

He didn't know much about the real identity of his mother, Meng Bingyun, he just thought that she was really an ordinary talented brothel girl who sold herself as a performer.

Therefore, Hong Yi now has only resentment towards his father Hong Xuanji, but no hatred.

Knowing that Hong Xuanji came to his mother's tomb today, Hong Yi thought that the other party was here to pay respects, and couldn't help feeling a little moved in his heart.

"Should I tell Ah Yi the truth?" Wang Fan hesitated.

Wang Fan finally chose to keep it a secret.

It is better for Hong Yi to discover the truth of some things by himself.When Wang Fan opened his mouth rashly, Hong Yi would think that he would alienate the relationship between father and son if he couldn't say it.

This is more than worth the loss.

"Master, don't worry. Although the Qiuyue Temple has collapsed, if you don't go to the old one, the new one won't come. Just build a new temple." Wang Fan suddenly saw the old monk who was in charge not far away.

This monk is about 80 or [-] years old, his eyebrows and beard are all white, and he is standing beside the ruins of Qiuyue Temple, staring at the rubble in a daze.

"Qiuyue Temple was originally the temple with the most incense in Yujing City. The poor monk grew up in this temple since he was a child, and gradually saw it dilapidated. All his uncles, brothers, and brothers left, and the incense gradually declined. But this old monk doesn't want to leave, and he has nowhere to go." The old monk sighed.

"Reconstruction is not easy, maybe it can be rebuilt in the future, but the poor monk can't see this day." The old monk is too old, it doesn't matter, and he doesn't have much money. It is already very difficult to ask for money to support himself every day. There is no money left to repair the monastery.

Now that the temple has collapsed, he has even less money to rebuild it.

Wang Fan was silent for a while.

Immediately, he took out a bag from his pocket, took out a bag, and handed it to the old monk.

"The benefactor, this is..." The old monk took the bag, and his hand sank immediately.

The old monk was quite surprised that such a small bag weighed tens of catties, especially when the bag was shaken, there was a sound of metal impacting, and it was not light.

When he opened it, the golden light dazzled the old monk's eyes.

But it was a whole bag of gold.

And looking at the quality, it turned out to be extremely pure red gold. One tael of this red gold can be exchanged for 20 taels of silver.

Just such a pocket of gold can even be exchanged for ten thousand taels of snowflake silver.

The old monk was a little stunned.

Such a sum of wealth, even at the time when Qiuyue Temple's incense was at its peak, has not received a few.

"Let's make a good relationship. Take this silver first and prepare it for rebuilding the temple. If you have more, use it as my incense money. If you don't have enough, come to me again in the mountains and ask for it." Wang Fan said.

"Amitabha, thank you very much, the benefactor." The old monk bowed deeply and saluted.

Afterwards, he carefully put the bag into his arms, said goodbye and left.

After a while, his figure had disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

"Uncle Wang, what happened to you today?" Hong Yi couldn't help but said.

This Uncle Wang is usually very frugal and stingy, and a bit greedy for money.

When I was working in the Hong Mansion, I once got into trouble with the eldest lady because the accountant was underpaid by ten cents when settling wages, and almost alarmed the master of the Hou Mansion.

But today it was unexpectedly generous, giving out so much gold all at once.

It's almost like two people.

"Wait..." Hong Yi suddenly looked at Wang Fan, his tone full of doubts, "...Uncle Wang, your salary is only ten taels a month. After deducting food and clothing, you can save a hundred taels a year. It’s amazing, where did you get so much money?”

One hundred taels a year, and only 16 taels in 600. With the extra rewards, it is impossible to exceed the net worth of 2000 taels.

"Hey, it's naturally my property before entering the Hong Mansion." Wang Fan smiled.

There was an inexplicable look on Hong Yi's face.

Only now did he realize that he didn't know this Uncle Wang very well.

Whether it's the other party's cultivation base or the other party's past.

"What are you doing in a daze, bring your luggage, let's find a place to live!" Wang Fan patted Hong Yi's shoulder, waking him up.

"Where are you going?"

Hong Yi gathered his thoughts. At this moment, the moon was in the sky and it was already midnight. This place was extremely remote. There was only one Qiuyue Temple within a hundred miles, and it had also collapsed.

But the gate of Yujing City was closed, and they could not easily enter the city.

"Did you forget a place?"

Seeing Hong Yi's bewildered face, Wang Fan couldn't help laughing, and without saying much, he walked along the mountain road towards the depths of the West Mountain.

Hong Yi followed with some remaining luggage.

Soon, they came to a place they had been to before.

"I didn't expect that the place you pointed at, Uncle Wang, would be here?" Hong Yi looked at the valley in front of him and couldn't help but think of pictures one after another.

In those pictures, there is a young fairy with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and there are also three cute and cute little white foxes.

"I didn't expect to come back here today." Looking at the deep valley in front of him, Hong Yi felt countless emotions in his heart.

(End of this chapter)