Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

When Ming Si was young, he was almost killed by a stranger who practiced evil arts and sorcery, and was taken away to refine the elixir of immortality with a childlike innocence. Yu Fuchen remembered this.

Don't care how much water is mixed in Mingwei's words, the world is full of wonders, although there is a little prejudice against that person because of the previous incident, it is not enough to completely deny him.

Feng Changhuan said: "The forest is so big, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be thieves doing evil."

"Master, my forest is getting bigger, do you want to see my giant bird?"

"..."

What kind of devil's apprentice is he who spits out tiger and wolf words when he disagrees with him? !

Sighing "Dead wood can't be carved", Feng Changhuan calmed down and said:

"The heart is the center of the human body. Refining different people's hearts will have different effects. If you take a hundred childish hearts, you can live forever. Then the heart of a beauty is to cultivate a good skin. But you see, these islanders are of different ages and genders. , as a teacher, I really can't think of a reason to refine them."

"Perhaps the direction is right. There are indeed some people who use all means for their own selfish desires, but they don't necessarily want to get out of their hearts. Master, we don't have any clues, and it's hard to come up with a result based on guesswork. Besides, we are in an illusion where the truth is uncertain. We don't need to pursue it to the end, do we?"

Yu Fuchen cared more about how to escape than seeking justice for the islanders who died in vain.

Feng Changhuan sighed, stroked his temple hair and tucked it behind his ears without any idea, and propped his chin with a pair of mud-stained paws, most of his confidence was extinguished by his words just now.

"Oh, Xiao Zhi'er, Xiao Zhi'er, Master still has a lot to teach you. Illusion is not a simple spell in your impression. A monk with strong spiritual power can let time go back, and more What's more, it can trap people in it, freeze the space and time, as if it is sealed, everything can go on as usual, but they are trapped in it and cannot break free."

"You want to say that someone cast a spell on the islanders before they died, like a freeze, to protect them from harm, but the disadvantage is that they have to paint the ground as a prison, just for the people who will wait to take them out of trouble one day... that is us ?”

"Yeah, so we have to help to the end, and besides..."

He pointed to the cracks in the enchantment of the illusion, feeling very sorry: "The man who cast the illusion is at the end of his strength, and he is unable to maintain the situation he carefully laid out. He leaves us with little time."

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, and the lingering sound stops abruptly. No matter how powerful the spiritual power was in life, as long as you swallow your last breath, everything in this world will no longer have anything to do with you.

Just like Feng Changhuan back then, he had arranged everything behind him, including entrusting his beloved disciple to Buddhist sect, master Xuyun and Xuannan before he walked towards death calmly.

Yu Fuchen really wanted to restrain himself from thinking too much, but he couldn't.

The more calmly he looked at the man's smile, the more bitter he felt. Like an insecure wild wolf, he put his clumsy and cute hand on Feng Changhuan's knee.

"Master, I panicked when you said that."

It's not that I'm afraid of being trapped to death, but...

If you can't see through his thoughts, you will be a teacher and apprentice for the rest of your life.

Feng Changhuan wanted to touch his head, but found that his hands were covered with mud, so he rubbed them on the hem of his clothes, and stroked his long black hair after cleaning. His gentle voice was as calm as ever.

"Don't worry, it's not a hallucination, I'm really back. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, pet the fur, you won't be scared~~"

"...Master, you are not serious again."

"Don't you just like to be a teacher who is not serious~"

"I want you to be unprincipled at that time, not now..."

The matter had to be resolved, and Yu Fuchen was pulled by his ears after only laying on Feng Changhuan's lap for a moment, reluctantly getting up and walking aimlessly with that person in the illusion.

"Since you are cultivating evil ways, you must grasp the right time, place and harmony with people. Xiao Zhier, where do you think the feng shui on this island is different from other places?"

At this moment, the little wild wolf is full of thoughts about digging graves with that person just now, which is detrimental to morality. Without even thinking about it, he blurted out: "The ancestral grave... has to be the most beautiful one."

"... What a dove occupying the magpie's nest, making troubles on the coffin board, it's a good mood."

Seeing that this piece of rotten wood could not be carved into a climate, Feng Changhuan was not in a hurry at all, and lay on his back leisurely, humming a little song comfortably, very happy.

"Let's go to the temple on the island, apprentice~"

Called by him like this, Yu Fuchen recalled the fear of being dominated by the old ghost again, shivered coldly, and got goosebumps all over his back.

...there is absolutely nothing wrong with this man.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat fish~"

"Master, you are possessed by a cat spirit or have a cat disease... The island where birds don't shit is full of poisonous miasmas. If you want to eat poisonous salted fish, you might as well try boiled poisonous scorpions and roasted snakes." The taste of meat."

"You can really do it... oh..."

"...Is it necessary to pretend to cry?!"

Feng Changhuan: "??!!"

The two realized that something was wrong and looked at each other blankly. Yu Fuchen realized that he had been talking to himself for a long time, and that person looked at him like he was treating a fool...

The faint whistling made Yu Fuchen's scalp tingle, his hands trembled, and he almost let go and fell Feng Changhuan.

"Master, no, it's not you...?"

"As a teacher, I think it will make you feel at ease, but...it's really not."

The lonely wild ghosts on the isolated island, or the ghouls whose souls have left their bodies, all quietly hid from sight because they were afraid of the bright light. Same as usual.

Seeing that Yu Fuchen's legs are so weak that he can't walk, Feng Changhuan can't force him, but it's a pity that his apprentice is a handsome man, and his spiritual power is not inferior to others. It's just that he is afraid of ghosts. Most of them couldn't be changed.

Feng Changhuan felt that if he was told that he was too naughty when he was a child, he was helpless, and finally came up with a moth who pretended to be a ghost and bluffed people, and it didn't matter what he did for a while, scaring him to wet the bed until he was five years old, It will definitely make him feel ashamed, and he can't wait to bump his head to death.

He has been asleep for ten years, and his mind is still at the time of death. He is about the same age as Yu Fuchen at this moment, and he will also have a stubborn temper, and he will always want to tease that person.

The more scared his apprentice was, the more he wanted to push him.

"Hey, you really haven't changed at all. If you're really scared, just follow me as a teacher..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Fuchen had already consciously let him go, and took a step behind him, moving faster than a rabbit.

I thought that the attribute of the pure yang spirit body but the horoscope is amazing enough, but I didn't expect that the apprentice who is taller than him would hide behind him and tremble. This contrast...

Tsk~ Wonderful! !

"Xiao Zhi'er, don't be afraid, see him as a teacher."

Feng Changhuan closed his eyes and recited a mantra, pointed forward, and the mist that covered his eyes dissipated, and a dilapidated and desolate temple appeared in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, very airy: "See, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, even if you don't have spiritual power as a teacher, it's still more than enough to deal with a few evil spirits."

Yu Fuchen thought to himself: Do you ever say that about yourself...

"Master, the Taishang Laojun's way of rushing like a law is outdated, and besides, you are a Buddhist..."

The man said earnestly: "You don't understand this, what are the five precepts in Buddhism?"

"Killing, stealing, adultery, lying, and drinking."

"Not to mention anything else, you are very clear about which precepts you have violated as a teacher. It is not my wish to be forced to spend all my life as a Buddha, but it is a last resort. After all, Buddhism and Taoism do not separate families, another day A table of mahjong with Fozong and Ling Xuegong, won't this grievance be settled?"

"..."

Fallacy and heresy, as expected, my master is good at it!

After fooling the apprentice with nonsense, Xu Shi felt ashamed, Feng Changhuan secretly repented, turned to face the deserted temple, and read the writing on the plaque.

"The Liangnv Temple? Master, this seems to be a chastity archway. Isn't it good for us two big men to go in?"

"...The writing is clearly 'Niangniang Temple', don't be fooled by the teacher's bad eyesight, don't just look at the radicals when reading characters!!"

Feng Changhuan stomped away the poisonous scorpion that had quietly climbed up to his knees, condensed the cold in his blood, and pulled out a crystal clear long sword out of thin air.

This is the cold blade he used well before, and it is also the weapon used by outsiders to convict him as a criminal.

Yu Fuchen had a grudge against this, not to mention that at that time Ming Sinian used swordsmanship to hurt him, so when that person felt defensive, he held Feng Changhuan's hand instead, imitating him in the past The appearance of interfering with his spiritual flow forced him to withdraw his weapon.

The latter was stunned.

"I've said it before. I'll protect you from now on. Your spiritual power is gone. You're not allowed to be brave."

Strong tone, domineering approach.

It has to be said that at this moment Feng Changhuan had a little girlish thoughts, the old man blushed, lowered his head, and did not retract the hand that was being held.

He also answered in a low voice: "Okay..."

Yu Fuchen didn't think much about it, and with the obsession in his heart to protect that person, his fear receded by seven points. Looking at the ruined walls in front of him, he acted very calmly, slowly pulled the person forward, and pushed open the temple gate.

The dilapidated wooden door squeaked and squeaked in the wind, which echoed the gradually clear wailing in his ears. Yu Fuchen finally realized that this horrible sound was actually a baby crying?

The ghouls transformed from the undead villagers stayed here for ten years. He would not believe that there were still live babies. This thing... must be a demon.

Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tighten Feng Changhuan's protection.

After stepping into the gate of the temple, Yu Fuchen found that there were faint traces left on the dusty soil on the ground, and the two tracks existed side by side, and the direction outlined was intriguing.

"It's the trace of a baby crawling. Be careful."

While speaking, the ice-smashing gun was already showing a cold light.

As if to regain some face for his gaffe just now, the little wild wolf smiled at his master, which was meaningful.

"Master, I'm good at using knives, but I'm not very comfortable with this one, so..."

"so?"

"Can you trouble Master to teach me how to play with a gun..."

The author has something to say: If the gun is fired, the grave will be opened! !

Thank you all for reading the text, there will be double updates for Christmas today~ By the way, my copywriting has been blocked... I have been safe for three months, why is this? ?