The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Just when Zhan Ming was guessing wildly, Fu Zizheng finished talking with the old man earlier and walked directly into the house. Zhan Ming was a step slower and followed him in.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhan Ming's expression became more and more curious. He looked around, but found that the inside of the yard was dilapidated and terrible, with dead branches and leaves, ruined buildings and broken tiles, and the paint on the dado was also peeled off. Almost, the original round vermilion pillars have also become dull at this time, not to mention the black door, which looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time.

Zhan Ming tried his best to suppress the surprise in his heart, and forced himself to listen carefully to the conversation between Fu Zizheng and the old man.

"...Master Zizheng, you are here." The old man took Fu Zizheng's hand with a sad face, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you would never come again."

Fu Zizheng quickly hooked the corners of his mouth, a relaxed smile flashed across his face, and said softly: "Uncle Zhao, I said I would come, so I will definitely not break my promise."

Looking at Fu Zizheng's relaxed state when facing this person, Zhan Ming roughly had some guesses. This Fu Zizheng must have a very close relationship with this old man. It seems that his previous guess was probably correct, and this person may not be sure. It was from Fu Zizheng's father's side.

but……

Zhan Ming frowned and sized up the old man, but this man was completely a mortal, with no trace of self-cultivation in him. If he was really from Fu Zizheng's father's side, could it be that Fu Zizheng's father was a mortal?

Zhan Ming was frightened by his own guess. Logically speaking, Fu Zizheng should not have mortal blood with such outstanding aptitude. Only the most outstanding monks can give birth to such a pure pure Yang system. The three spiritual roots are all difficult.

"Young master." He finally discovered Zhan Ming's existence, gave Zhan Ming a large amount of vigilance, and said in a low voice, "Who is this little master?"

After hearing this, Zhan Ming put his palms together and saluted quickly: "Little monk Zhan Ming, I have seen the old man."

"Oh, I dare not." The old man escaped Zhan Ming's etiquette: "You are all from the fairy family, my old man is a mortal, and I dare not accept the gift of the fairy elder."

Zhan Ming just smiled and said in a low voice: "Even if you have cultivated an immortal, you are still a human being, and etiquette cannot be discarded."

Seeing that Zhan Ming is so approachable, the old man was actually relieved. He had really seen too many arrogant monks in Bowang City, so now when he sees monks, he is always on guard.

Seeing the two of them interacting like this, Fu Zizheng couldn't help showing a relaxed expression. Perhaps the only people he could trust in this world were these two people.

"Uncle Zhao, Master Zhanming is an eminent monk from Zhaohui Temple, not a monk from Zhonglu. This time we came to Bowang City and got into some trouble, so we want to leave now." Fu Zizheng finally got to the point.

But this Uncle Zhao also showed hesitation in his eyes after hearing this: "Master Zizheng, you just came here, are you leaving?"

Fu Zizheng pursed his lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhao, I know you don't want me to leave, but you should also understand my thoughts. What do you think of me in this world?"

The two talked like a charade, and Zhan Ming didn't understand.

But Uncle Zhao nodded with a heavy expression, and said in a low voice: "In that case, then you can go, I just hope you can take good care of yourself."

When he said take care, Zhan Ming could even see tears glistening in Uncle Zhao's eyes.

Fu Zizheng nodded lightly: "Don't worry, I will."

Uncle Zhao seemed to have let go of his worries, and led them towards the house.

Zhan Ming looked at the main room curiously, because the orientation was not good, and there was no light on, so the inside of the door was so dark that the naked eye couldn’t see clearly. He stopped his movements and followed Uncle Zhao to walk inside.

As soon as he entered, the door was suddenly closed, and Zhan Ming's heart was full of alarm bells, and he immediately took a defensive posture, looking around as if he was facing a big enemy, and his spiritual sense was completely poked out, taking a panoramic view of the environment inside the house .

There is only a table and two chairs in this room, and there is nothing left.

"Master Zhan Ming." Just when Zhan Ming was extremely vigilant, Fu Zizheng patted him on the shoulder lightly: "You don't have to worry, it's fine, this is just a stress reaction of the formation in this room." His tone was extremely strong Gently, the breath sprayed on the side of Zhanming's ear, a little itchy.

Zhan Ming shrank his shoulders, but he didn't notice any abnormality: "That's good, I'm not worrying too much."

Fu Zizheng stared straight at him, like a wolf in the dark. His handsome eyebrows and eyes seemed to be favored by the creator, and there was no other in this world.

"You follow me, it's very dangerous here." He couldn't help but say such words, even though he knew that Zhan Ming's cultivation would only be stronger than him.

Zhan Ming looked at Fu Zizheng curiously, but he didn't notice anything wrong. He reflexively put the hero's ability at the top of his heart.

"Okay." He replied softly.

Fu Zizheng was slightly taken aback, but Zhan Ming had already walked up. In just a moment, that Uncle Zhao had already passed the front hall and walked towards the back room.

Zhan Ming hurriedly chased after him, and Fu Zizheng followed suit after a slight hesitation.

The three of them walked through the hall, and then through the backyard. The surrounding situation became more and more desolate, with old branches and leaves, and a lake of stinking water. Zhan Ming endured the stench in the lake and looked around with a frown.

This place doesn't look like a place where people live at all, it's so dilapidated, it seems that this Uncle Zhao didn't take care of it carefully.

"Master Zizheng, you haven't seen it before. Back then, our place was considered to be a scene in Bowang City. The old man built this yard, and the old man made this yard flourish. In the end, the young lady came back, and our place became even more lively. , but now..." The man sighed: "I am useless now, and this yard is so dilapidated..."

The man looked very depressed, with his head slightly lowered, his back arched, and he looked like a very hunchback shepherd.

Fu Zizheng gave a few words of comfort, but there was no wavering in his eyes. This place was completely unfamiliar to him, so he didn't have any deep feelings. In his opinion, this place was not even as good as Zhanming's yard when he was in Xue's house.

Thinking of Xue's family, his face turned ugly again.

After Zhan Ming heard this story, he felt a little surprised, Miss?He glanced at Fu Zizheng suspiciously, isn't this Fu Zizheng's father's house?It turned out to be his mother's?It's really weird. In the original book, it didn't say that Fu Zizheng's mother had a mortal father.

Zhan Ming was full of doubts in his heart, and they immediately arrived at the innermost part of the courtyard. Although the courtyard was dilapidated, the prosperity of the year was still faintly visible, and its vastness did not shrink a bit. They also walked from the front yard to the back yard. Walked quite a distance.

When they arrived at the backyard, Uncle Zhao who was leading the way picked up a stick from the ground. Zhan Ming took a careful look at it. The stick was black and nothing special.

Uncle Zhao picked up the stick, tapped on the wall a few times, his speed was so fast that Zhan Ming didn't even see it clearly, and at the moment he was thinking, the wall in front of him also exploded. opened at once.

Zhan Ming couldn't help but took half a step back, but saw that the wall made no sound except for a ringing at the beginning, and only slowly moved towards the two sides.

Zhan Ming suddenly stood still, this place is really... He pursed his dry lips and tongue.

The wall slowly moved away, and the outside scenery came into view bit by bit. The dark cave could not be seen through even with the pressure of divine sense.

Zhan Ming felt a little uncertain all of a sudden, he glanced at Fu Zizheng, but saw that he looked at the cave coldly as usual.

"Uncle Zhao, is this the place you told me about?" He suddenly asked in a strange tone.

Uncle Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded again: "Of course."

Fu Zizheng slowly moved his eyes from the black hole, staring at Uncle Zhao's aging face with a burning expression, and suddenly he laughed: "Uncle Zhao, do you think I'm a fool, or do you think I'm a fool at all? It's not Uncle Zhao!"

His tone suddenly became ruthless, and as soon as he finished speaking, countless steel needles shot out from his sleeve, aiming at Uncle Zhao's face!

Zhan Ming was startled by the changes in front of him, and hurriedly took a few steps back, but his eyes ignored Uncle Zhao who was in the center of the steel needle.

But I saw a strange look on his face, stretched out his sleeve and waved it, and the steel needles shot by Fu Zizheng fell to the ground one after another. He looked straight at Fu Zizheng, and his hoarse voice became a little strange at this moment.

"When did you find out?" He chuckled fiercely, which made people's hair stand on end.

Fu Zizheng looked at this person coldly, and said in a deep voice, "You acted really well. Before I saw this black hole, I never doubted you."

"Oh?" He smiled sarcastically: "That's a pity, I didn't expect that you have already walked this road, but this old man has no impression at all, what a waste!"

Before he could finish his useless words, the pitch-black stick in his hand came towards Fu Zizheng's front.

But Fu Zizheng was also prepared, instead of retreating, he went straight to meet the stick, his palm was like lightning, and the stick turned into nirvana powder in a golden light.

"Hahaha! I really had great luck, and it turned out to be a body of pure yang!" The man suddenly shouted excitedly, looking at Fu Zizheng with a greedy look in his eyes.

"Good boy, just grab your hands and let me bite you!" He rushed towards Fu Zizheng arrogantly.

Fu Zizheng sneered, and the hostility in his eyes became more and more intense. This person not only harmed Uncle Zhao but also said such brazen words, how could Fu Zizheng let him go so easily!

Fu Zizheng no longer kept his hand, moved his finger slightly, the ground suddenly lit up with a golden light, and his hands suddenly had a blue light flashing, and a sword went straight towards the man's chest.

As soon as the sword came out, the person who was most surprised was not their opponents at this time, but Zhan Ming, who was standing behind Fu Zizheng, staring at the sword, his eyes tearing apart!