Longmai, he ran away with someone

"Boom!"

The sudden thunder fell in the blue sky, and the pedestrians walking on the road were shocked.

Although it was short, it still attracted some people's discussion.The topic of "Sun Thunder" on Weibo quickly became popular, and many people commented, "Where is this fellow daoist who is crossing the catastrophe?"

Liu Mumu disappeared just like that, with nothing left.

Song Cheng held Song Tianfeng's hand: "Why is Fengfeng angry?"

Song Tianfeng glanced at him, and sighed deeply: "I'm angry that annoying people and things in this world are always one after another, and it's almost endless." No matter what, it can't be killed.

Thousands of years ago, I thought they had been wiped out, but I didn't expect them to appear again now.

Song Cheng didn't know the specific reason why Song Tianfeng was angry, but it didn't matter, he knew one thing.

"Tell me, Fengfeng, what makes you angry. If it is a person, I will kill him; if it is an incident, I will kill the person who caused the incident." All in all, the way to solve the incident is to kill.

Song Tianfeng couldn't help but slapped Song Cheng's hand hard: "It's dangerous to think like you. Kill, kill, kill, if everything can be killed, I won't be here now If you can kill a few people to force out the dragon veins, and then revive the spirit energy, then the master would have done it thousands of years ago.It's his turn, look for it now.

"Your thinking is very dangerous. If you have such thoughts in the future, just kill me yourself, you know?" Song Tianfeng liked to be alone a thousand years ago, and he didn't have much contact with his master's other disciples and grandchildren.

Now he is inexplicably close to the little fool he picked up, and if he teaches him a lesson like this, it can sometimes be regarded as an expression of closeness.

Song Cheng naturally nodded obediently, but in his heart, he still insisted on his own ideas.

Anyone who annoys Feng Feng will be killed.

Suddenly two heads poked out from the door, one was Yuan Zhengqi, and the other was Luo Feng who couldn't suppress his curiosity to join in the fun.

Song Tianfeng glanced over coldly: "If you have something to say, get out and tell me what it looks like to be sneaky."

Yuan Zheng rolled in angrily: "Isn't this afraid of delaying your business?"

Song Tianfeng: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Zhengqi: "That's right. Before we sold Chinese cabbage for fortune-telling. Didn't the combination of the two make the temple famous? Nowadays, pilgrims often come to offer incense. I came to disturb Grandpa Zu because there was a person outside the door who wanted to Do something with you."

In order to deal with Mr. Li's affairs, Song Tianfeng had no stalls in the temple for two days.

"Did you say what it is?" Song Tianfeng leaned lazily, with a lazy expression.This new lazy sofa is really comfortable.

Song Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, like a cat basking in the sun.The expression on his face was so comfortable that one wanted to scratch his chin to see if he would make a comfortable "snoring" sound.

Yuan Zhengqi shook his head: "No matter how I ask, that person just won't say anything."

"However, he said that if grandpa can solve his problems for him, he can pay to repair the entire Shangqing temple." In fact, when he heard this condition, Yuan Zhengqi knew that the matter was over.

Apart from looking for someone, what Song Tianfeng cares most about is Shangqing Temple.Renovate the Shangqing Temple, just for this, as long as it is not against personal principles, Song Tianfeng will definitely agree.

This can be regarded as the only place where it overlaps with the memory from a thousand years ago.

Sure enough, Song Tianfeng's eyes lit up slightly after hearing this, and he stood up: "Where is that man?"

"The reception room next to it."

Zhang Chunan was holding the water glass, but he didn't move for a long time, his eyes were dull, and his thoughts had drifted to nowhere.

He was emptying his mind when he suddenly heard a cold voice beside him: "Are you looking for me?"

Zhang Chunan snapped back to his senses, unconsciously exerting force in his hand, the water in the paper cup overflowed.He quickly put down the water that patted his body: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Ah, yes, I have something to do. Are you the master?"

He had heard for a long time that this master was very young, so Zhang Chunan was not very surprised at Song Tianfeng's face that seemed to be younger than himself.

Song Tianfeng sat down on the chair, while Song Cheng was still standing behind him.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Zhang Chunan looked at Song Cheng with hesitation on his face.

"It's okay, let's just say it, this is my...disciple." Song Tianfeng is not exaggerating in saying this, although he has not formally performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, but for a while, he has been teaching the exercises well.

"It's like this. I recently encountered some very bizarre things. My father passed away last month. I developed in a foreign country. In order to hold my father's funeral, I rushed back to China for a long time."

"But in the past few days, I dream of my father every day and every night." When Zhang Chunan said this, there was clearly visible fear in his eyes.

Song Tianfeng blinked his eyes: "Dreams about loved ones after death, there are good and bad. What did your father tell you in the dream?"

Zhang Chunan hesitated and said: "He, he called me an unfilial son, and asked me to follow him to lie in the coffin."

When he had this dream for the first time, Zhang Chunan only thought it was ridiculous.He has such a good relationship with his father, even if it is a dream, it is impossible to drag such a dream. "The first time I dreamed, I didn't pay attention to it at all. But since then, I have dreamed every night, and the content of the dream is the same. And I can only hear the voice in the dream before, and then gradually I can see it. His human form."

"I asked the master to see if I was stained with something dirty, but they couldn't tell the reason."

Zhang Chunan stared at Song Tianfeng with eyes full of hope: "Master, do you know what's going on? The person in the dream must not be my father, right? Did I accidentally touch something dirty? Is there an orphan?" Are ghosts haunting me?"

Song Tianfeng turned his head slightly, this matter is really quite strange, never heard of it, his father died, entrusted his son to die with him in a dream.

He looked at Zhang Chunan for a while, and suddenly fixed his eyes: "This person must be someone else or your father. If there is no causal relationship, no one can give you a dream."

"However... this is not your biological father, so it is not impossible to invite you to die together."

Zhang Chunan didn't understand: "Master, what do you mean? Not my biological father?"

"Your face, your father is still alive. The person who died is not your real father."