Feeding humans, she's serious

Chapter 58 Suppressing Evil Thoughts
After she finished speaking, the originally benevolent Master's face turned serious. Seeing this, Gu Fanyin chuckled indifferently: "Wuwang?"

"That evil thought intertwined with his heart and soul. In order to suppress it, he bound it with a secret method, but it caused Wu Wang to be emotionally indifferent. Am I wrong?"

"Papa papa," the sudden applause was especially abrupt when no one spoke.

Gu Fanyin turned her head, looked at Ning Zhi who was leaning on the tree trunk, squinted her eyes and smiled.

"That's right." Ning Zhi got up and looked into Wu Wang's eyes with more inquiry.

Although I don't know where this evil thought came from, but Ning Zhi suppressed it for so long and still showed his reputation, Wu Wang is definitely not a person in the pool.

It's a pity... In his previous life, Ning Zhi had never seen such a person with his own eyes.

"Poor monk Jingchen, please come to my Cassia Temple for a narration by the Sanskrit Fairy."

Master Jingchen sighed, his eyes swept over the tall and straight disciple beside him, and he bent slightly.

"Master!" Wuwang frowned, and immediately I wanted to help him up, but Master Jingchen dodged him.

Jingchen raised his eyes to look at Gu Fanyin, and there was a hint of worry for his apprentice in his clear eyes.

"Forget it," Gu Fanyin said neither good nor bad, raised his hair, turned his head and walked away with Ning Zhi.

"This road..." Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, remembering Mu Nanxing's warning before he left, he didn't stop.

To go to Jueming Temple, it is naturally not a straight road, but the road that Gu Fanyin chose at random is more secluded, and there is a sense of tranquility and seclusion from a distance.

Master Jingchen glanced at the two people walking in front, his eyes fell on Ning Zhi, and he shook his head.

"Master, Nan Ningzhi..."

Wu Wang was emotionally indifferent, but he was extremely sensitive to the master's emotions. Before he could continue to ask, he was interrupted by Jing Chen's calm gaze.

"How can a person's character be determined by what hasn't happened," he said, stroking his beard slowly. Wherever his eyes went, the originally sloppy boy froze for a moment.

It is worthy of the name of a master.

Ning Zhi lowered his eyes and flattened the corners of his mouth a little bit.

After walking through a quiet place, there is a large open space ahead. It is said to be an open space, but it is not necessarily true. There are several simple wooden houses there.

"This is?"

Gu Fanyin raised his eyes and saw a few Buddhist disciples who were reciting scriptures, while the people lying on the ground were all extremely embarrassed, their eyes were empty and desperate.

"There are always some unavoidable disasters in this world. It's nothing more than finding a shelter for these people."

Jingchen lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and the Qiankun stick that was standing beside him also slowly rose into the air, and the ordinary stick body was peeled off by the golden light, revealing more peace of Purdue.

What Mu Nanxing said is true, the Buddhist sect is very close to the secular world.

Seeing this scene, Gu Fanyin felt a little flustered in his heart, but soon regained his composure.

For thousands of years, she has seen countless tragedies, but even if she encounters this kind of situation again, she will never be able to feel like a grass.

It was also rare for Ning Zhi to be silent. He suddenly felt the scorching hot scene in front of him, and couldn't help but look up, only to find that the sun had risen on the distant mountain since no one knew when.

That little bit of sunlight shone, shrouded... but it alone made him feel cold.

"How? If you don't want to go, we will leave."

Gu Fanyin noticed that he was restless, and couldn't help raising her hand to touch his black hair, but she didn't pay attention, and Ning Zhi suddenly raised his head.

The hand landed on his neck, and through the touch of the skin, he could vaguely feel the burning breath.

The scattered sunlight streaked across the boy's drooping black hair, and then climbed up little by little with the wind, lightening the overwhelming emotion in Ning Zhi's eyes.

Gu Fanyin was surprised, before he recovered from the sudden shock of beauty, he heard a loud noise from the side.

It turned out that the chanting was over.

Those people who do not possess spiritual power are looking up at Jing Chen, master and apprentice, to express their thanks.

By the time they get away, it's midday.

The interior of Jueming Temple was still considered quiet, and Gu Fanyin and the two were treated as honored guests, and the meals they brought were made as exquisite as possible.

However, at a glance, all of them are special delicacies of the Buddhist sect, and the taste is extremely bleak.

Gu Fanyin put down his chopsticks after taking two bites. Before he could say anything, he heard a familiar voice from outside.

Mo Chouzhou walked in with a universe bag in his hand.

"You're a little late."

Gu Fanyin got up and took out all the dishes in the Qiankun bag.

"Isn't there some accident..." Mo Chouzhou faltered, but his brows and eyes were obviously a little bit happy.

"Yue Zhi was temporarily summoned back by Sect Master Cang Lan, and Yue Qi Nian has never been far from her."

"I took Mr. Mu to pick up the meal, so it's a bit late."

"Mu Nanxing, tell me," Gu Fanyin raised his eyebrows, asked the two of them to sit down, and asked the question with great interest.

"Mr. Mo just accepted an apology."

Mu Nanxing didn't point it out, and the disciples of the Buddhist sect who came and went with him nodded slightly, and seemed to be no strangers to this place.

"What princess gave it to you?"

Gu Fanyin glanced at him casually, took a quick taste, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

She didn't need to eat anymore, she just formed a regular habit for feeding humans.

After the meal, Gu Fanyin talked with Jingchen alone for a long time, even Ning Zhi didn't hear what they said, only knew that when Gu Fanyin came out, the expression on his face was quite relaxed.

Then he announced with a smile: "We are living in Jueming Temple these few days, is there any problem?"

Mu Nanxing glanced at Ning Zhi who was about to say something, and said gently: "It's the best."

"If you participate in the competition for the Nine Heavens Order, there may be accidents."

"You saw that too?" Ning Zhi tilted his head to look at him, and lazily raised his eyelids, "Prophecy is really convenient."

"If the young master is willing to trust, you will be able to discover the mystery."

Mu Nanxing smiled, the white silk was blown to pieces by the wind, revealing a small tear mole under his right eye, he really looked like a fairy who didn't care about worldly affairs.

Mo Chouzhou rubbed the center of his brows, thinking that he heard those guns and sticks right: "Ning Zhi has enmity with him?"

Gu Fanyin didn't look sideways: "He's making trouble."

Ning Zhi sneered: "...are you courting death?"

"Okay, okay, there's nothing wrong with it," Gu Fanyin yawned sleepily as he lay on the tree trunk in the sunlight.

Half of his face was drooping on the branch, his black hair was blown by the wind, and he looked a bit peaceful.

Ning Zhi glanced at her, too lazy to continue talking.

The days in the Buddhist sect were quieter than expected. A day later, the two brothers and sisters of Yuezhi also rushed to Xiangxu, and brought the news of the holder of the Nine Heavens Order from the hermit family.

"Wu He from the Wu family, Mu Beizhi from the Mu family, and Gu Jingyun from the Gu family."

"They are the best of their generation."

After Yuezhi finished speaking, she looked at Mu Nanxing, who seemed to know what he was thinking, and took the initiative to explain: "The Nine Heavens Tower opens every ten years, and each participant only has one chance."

"Besides, you can't re-enter after reaching the mid-Yuanying stage."

(End of this chapter)