I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

After the little white fox comforted Qin Feng well, he didn't stay here for long and left.

It's about time for the Fox Clan's once-in-a-hundred-year ancestor worship ceremony.

As a princess, she also has a special physique. She is regarded as the future hope of the Fox Clan, so she must participate, and it is very important. There are many etiquettes to learn.

After the little white fox left, Qin Feng took the purple gold bowl out of the system space, suspended it in mid-air, and watched quietly.

During this period of time, he has been trying to refine the Zijin Bowl.

But the purple golden bowl seemed to resist, so it had no effect.

"Could you be cast by the fat monk? You resist me so much."

Qin Feng said a little depressed.

When he tried to refine the Zijin Bowl last time, he was almost backlashed and hurt his consciousness.

After taking the elixir, it took two days to recover almost.

If it wasn't for the imprint left by the fat monk, which was completely erased, he would even wonder if he had been tricked by the fat monk.

Facing the gloomy Qin Feng, the purple golden bowl suspended in mid-air still did not respond at all.

After pondering for a while, a faint golden light appeared around Qin Feng's body.

"Boom boom..."

He directly cast the Buddhist Pure Land, covering the entire small courtyard.

He didn't believe that within his own realm of Buddhism and Taoism, he who could control the laws couldn't refine the purple gold bowl.

"Om..."

After Qin Feng performed the Buddhist Pure Land, the Zijin Bowl suddenly trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was joy or nervousness.

"Have you finally responded?"

Seeing this, Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and then he began to try to put his consciousness into the purple gold bowl and plant a mark.

"Shh!"

However, this time, Qin Feng had just tried to put his consciousness into the purple golden bowl, and the scene around him had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Here has become a towering mountain peak.

Qin Feng was standing on the top of the mountain, surrounded by rolling sea of ​​clouds, the waves were magnificent.

And not far from him, there is a green welcoming pine.

An old monk sat cross-legged below, wearing a very ordinary cassock, which looked a bit inconspicuous.

Seeing this old monk, Qin Feng's face revealed a solemn expression.

He had a vague feeling that this old monk was probably the original owner of the purple golden bowl.

And the scene here should be the imprint left by the old monk.

To be able to possess such treasures as the Purple Gold Bowl, and to keep the imprint until now, is definitely an existence with a very terrifying cultivation base.

"I didn't expect the benefactor to comprehend the pure land of Buddhism at a young age."

The old monk suddenly opened his mouth, and after a pause, he continued: "But the benefactor is not a predestined person."

There was neither joy nor disappointment in his tone.

It seemed that everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"I'm not destined?"

Qin Feng was startled, and then said in doubt: "The fat monk should not be a predestined person!"

On the purple gold bowl, there is the mark of the fat monk, which obviously approves of the fat monk.

"No."

But the old monk shook his head and said, "Yanser is quite wise."

"Yan she?"

Qin Feng was startled, he guessed that the other party was talking about the fat monk, but the name of the fat monk is a bit too indecent!

He couldn't help frowning and said: "He still has a lot of wisdom like that? I'm afraid if those monks on Lingshan know the existence of the fat monk, they will be the first to drive him out of Buddhism!"

Although he has never been to Lingshan, he knows that Xuanyan belongs to Lingshan. On the surface, he looks tens of times more serious than the fat monk.

"Lingshan..."

Hearing these two words, the old monk's mood suddenly fluctuated, but it was very subtle, and soon calmed down, and said slowly: "Lingshan is not orthodox Buddhism."

As soon as this remark came out, Qin Feng was astonished.

He has never been to Lingshan in this world, but he also knows the meaning of the word Lingshan in Buddhism. The person who created Lingshan must have extraordinary attainments in Buddhism.

He didn't expect that the old monk would directly say that Lingshan is not orthodox Buddhism.

"I wonder if the benefactor can do the poor monk a favor?"

The old monk didn't care about Qin Feng's shock, but asked instead.

"Is it any good?"

Qin Feng said lightly.

He is completely unfamiliar with this old monk, so there is no need to help him.

Moreover, although the imprint left by the old monk is powerful, what he has entered here is only a wisp of consciousness. If the old monk wants to attack him, he just cut off the wisp of consciousness.

"The benefactor returns the purple gold bowl to Yanse, and the poor monk has an immortal golden body here, which can be used as a reward for the benefactor."

The old monk said slowly.

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his withered palm, and in his hand was an ancient scroll completely condensed by golden Buddha light.

"Indestructible golden body?"

Qin Feng was a little moved when he heard this.

This purple gold bowl has the mark of the old monk, and he probably won't be able to forcibly refine it anymore, so it won't be of much use to keep it.

And this Immortal Golden Body is a very powerful technique of Buddhism, which mainly focuses on the body. Once he succeeds in cultivation, combined with his Primordial Chaos Sword Body, it may be difficult for him to meet opponents again with his physical strength.

The cultivation base is strong, but it is not as strong as the body, which makes Qin Feng feel at ease.

"If we meet again, I can return the purple golden bowl to that fat monk."

After pondering for a while, Qin Feng said slowly.

He left room for his words, because he didn't know if he would meet that fat monk in the future.

"Thank you sir."

The old monk heard the words and thanked him directly.

While speaking, the ancient scroll condensed by Buddha's light in his hand slowly floated towards Qin Feng.

At the same time, the surrounding scene began to gradually dissipate.

Soon it was restored as a small courtyard.

Qin Feng looked at the ancient scroll still exuding Buddha's light in his hand, thinking deeply.

"Who is that old monk..."

He was a little curious.

The behavior of the old monk was a bit strange.

It's okay to think that the fat monk is quite intelligent, but he even said that Lingshan is not Buddhist orthodox.

However, after pondering for a while, Qin Feng didn't think much about it, thinking that he might be able to know the answer when he saw the fat monk in the future.

Afterwards, he used his divine pupils to check the ancient scroll in his hand.

He was very careful, he had to see if this immortal golden body technique was a trap of the old monk.

Only when there are no problems can one cultivate.