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Outside the temple, in the night wind, Lin Feng's face is cloudy and uncertain.

The true Tibetan scriptures, together with the unmoving Ming Wang dynasty, are the secret sources of the Daleiyin Temple in the past.

The so-called land Tibet, the restlessness is like the earth, and the deep and secret is like a secret.

The magical power that does not move the Ming Dynasty is not ignorant of the wrath of the King, but the true meaning of the Tibetan Scriptures is perfect, and the body of the Golden Body can be obtained. If the body is not destroyed, then it will not be ruined, and the law will not invade. Very famous Buddha guard body.

This Taoism obtained by Zhu Yi turned out to be a secret passage of Buddhism at the same level as the full version of Wang Ming.

Hidden in the old book, it may be that after the Daleiyin Temple was shattered in the past, some monks escaped to pass on the Buddhism Road, and the arrangements made were waiting for the people to discover.

As a result, no one else can find it. Zhu Yi, the true life of the 10th blessing, was discovered on the first day of the book.

Lin Feng knows that Zhu Yi, who has been unlucky for many years, will set foot on his **** to stop killing God. The Buddha will stop the Buddha from attacking the sky. Don’t look at his old man, Xuanji Hou, now he is arrogant, and he will definitely be soft in the future. He served!

"But this way, what should I do?" Lin Feng looked sullen, Zhu Yi has begun to transship, no matter how come, it is even more impossible to worship him as a teacher.

Zhu Yi, who got the Tibetan scriptures, has his own start-up funds. It seems that Lin Feng has not been required to pass the Tao.

In order to accept this kind of true life, it is necessary to catch the charcoal in the snow before he transships. Otherwise, when the tyrant of his king spurts out, the tiger's body will be shocked.

Lin Feng thought quickly: "What should I do? I use the unmoving Wang Hao at hand, simply pretending to be a Buddhist monk, and lied that his Tibetan scripture is also hidden in the old book, waiting for him to discover?"

No, Zhu Yi has a very good idea. He should be very wary, so he will not believe it when he goes to the empty white wolf.

After thinking for a moment, the warm smile of the sun reappeared on Lin Feng’s face.

"Oh, this is not very good, is it a bit too bad?"

Looking at Zhu Yi, who has already begun to immerse himself in the practice of Taoism, Lin Feng’s face is getting more and more thicker: “Zhu Yi, my apprentice, for your better development in the future, I have to let you suffer some pain first. If you want to come, you will understand this as a teacher."

With the idea in mind, Lin Feng is not in a hurry. Now it is night, the gate of Tianjing City has been closed, and he can't go back anyway. He will wait patiently until tomorrow morning.

At the same time, he is also concerned about the achievements of Zhu Yi's practice of collecting the true scriptures.

Facts have proved that the real life is not blowing, the district has a moment of hard work, Zhu Yi has been able to qi into the body, embark on the right track of training, to know that he is based on his own reading of the book to understand the text, no one is completely instructed.

In addition to the blessing of 10, the understanding of 9 is also extraordinary.

This further strengthened Lin Feng’s idea of ​​accepting him as a disciple. Once dawn, Lin Feng immediately returned to Tianjing City and waited patiently near Xuanji Houfu.

Not long after, a group of Houfu Jiading came out from the back door of Houfu, and went to a restaurant in the city not far away. It was the first big fat man with a cross-faced meat, surrounded by people, obviously the leader.

Lin Feng laughed silently. He had already inquired clearly. This fat man named Zhu Jun was the slave of the Shaw’s family. The real name was Shao Jun. After Shao’s entry into Xuanji Houfu, he changed his name to Zhu Jun. , nicknamed Zhu fat child.

Zhu Fatzi is loyal to Mrs. Shao, and in order to please Mrs. Shao on weekdays, there is no less difficulty for Zhu Yi.

This guy looked at his face with his face, but he had a few talents to practice. He followed the masters of the Fuzhou to practice. After several years, he also reached the realm of eight layers of practice.

Zhu Fatzi and others entered the restaurant and went to the second floor together to sit down in the best position in the window view.

Looking at them, Lin Feng’s face showed a smile, and his body disappeared into the crowd.

Not long after, there was an anecdote in the wine cellar in the restaurant: in the old temple on the mountain, a young man in a blue shirt was very different in behavior and was able to swallow lightning.

The wind passed to Zhu Jun in their ears, and several people looked at each other.

Born in Xuanji Houfu, Zhu Jun and others understand the practice of the world far more than the ordinary alcoholic, the Thunder is the most violent energy between heaven and earth, can absorb the power of the thunder and lightning, are the top goods, they also know that Zhu Yi is on the mountain The old temple to read things, listen to this meaning, that person is actually Zhu Yi?

A family member said with a puzzled voice: "Don't some mountain people have never seen the world, let's pass it on? How can Zhu Yi get such a powerful Tao?"

Another person said: "Hou Ye once made a speech. I want Zhu Yi to learn the classics of the righteousness. Then I will talk about Xiwu’s practice. If I don’t learn well, I want to learn to run. If he really secretly practices, we will abolish him. Repair, the rules of Hou Yeli, who dares to break?"

Zhu Fatzi, who has never opened his mouth, moved and said slowly: "Let's go and see together. If Zhu Yi really secretly practices, we will confiscate his Dao, and then hand him over to Hou." Don't be good at others."

Others sneered at the brightest eyes. If Zhu Yi is really in the top of the road, they will not dare to hide it.

But before turning in, naturally there is time to copy the copy, the top way, they have to share a piece of it anyway.

Zhu Jun also laughed, and his face was fat.

The group immediately went out of the restaurant and rushed to Qingyang Mountain outside the city, but did not find that Lin Feng had been behind them.

Looking at the back of Zhu Fatzi and others, the smile on Lin Feng's face is more brilliant.

The male No. 2 has already waited on his stage, and now the supporting actors are about to be on the stage. Lin Feng’s own editing, guiding and performing a big play will soon be opened.

The true life of a protagonist like Zhu Yi, who has a glorious aura, often has the ability to kill monsters. The opponent's strength is too low, and it will give Zhu Yi experience.

However, Zhu Fatzi and his party are at least five layers of six-layer and six-layer repairs, and there is also a group of Zhu fat children.

Zhu Yi has just been exposed to Taoism and practice, and there is no actual combat experience. Even if he is genius, luck will go against the sky. For them, they are only the ones who are accustomed to the dishes.

If Zhu Yi is practicing for a period of time, his cultivation is definitely rising like a cockroach/medicine, but Lin Feng simply does not give him time to level up, and immediately pulls a wave of elite blame to encircle him. There is no such thing as a god.

Lin Feng easily followed Zhu Jun and others, the script has been written, and now the actors are on stage.

"My good deed, you are familiar with the history of literature, you must know that 'the sky will be reduced to the people, then people must first bitter their minds, labor and bones, hungry their skin's words? So you will eat later Don't be afraid of suffering, cover your body for the teacher."

Sure enough, Zhu Fatzi and others went to the temple to find Zhu Yi, and immediately attacked.

Zhu Yi is also awakened, and the first step is to hide the golden paper with the scriptures. How can the Zhu Fatzi and his party be humiliated and die?

However, Zhu Fatzi had a pig in front of him, and his heart was bright, and his eyes found that the hem of Zhu Yi’s long shirt was stained with some ashes.

Zhu Fatzi kicked the fire basin and pulled the embers in the pot with Mars. The gold paper that recorded the true Tibetan scriptures suddenly appeared.

Zhu Yi's face changed.

Zhu Fatzi and others laughed.

Outside the door, Lin Feng, who was watching everything, smiled.

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