By removing the fire poison, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in Wu Ming's body immediately activates itself to repair the trauma.

The next day, Wu Ming was jumping around and having fun in Jiming Temple.

"Wu Ming, slow down." Nan Fengning changed into a wide lay Buddhist robe, with a simple veil on his face, following the boy, accompanying him to run wildly in the Jiming Temple.

"Sister Nanfeng, come quickly." Wu Ming was not crazy, and he was wandering around with Nanfeng Ning, which actually had a deeper meaning. Because the person who woke him up from his sleep was not someone next to him, but the flip seal on his index finger.

As soon as he entered the Jiming Temple, the Flying Seal jumped like a chicken blood, and even his fingers twitched from time to time. Those who didn't know thought he had a mouse pointer.

Nan Fengning, who had witnessed the appearance of clay sculptures, naturally understood what the young man thought. Jiming Temple had a thousand-year-old temple, and the incense was constantly rising for years. Jilong Mountain was also known as the forty-second blessed land. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth should not be too strong.

But...if you violate other people's taboos and activate objects that should not be activated, you will never be able to get over your face. After all, people will spend their true energy to save your life...

"Here?" Nan Feng Ning stroking his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was indeed right.

"Wu Ming, go ahead and take a look..."

"Mainhara Palace..."

Sweat, the one with the strongest spiritual energy is naturally the Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform...

Wu Ming looked up at the Buddha statue covered with gold foil and scratched his head, "Sister Nanfeng, it seems that it is not suitable, right?"

"It's so inappropriate!" The female captain grabbed her ear and raised the disciple of Fantian who was drooling. "See? That's a golden statue! The huge ancient temple, hundreds of monks, have saved more than a thousand years to make a golden Buddha. You, raise your hand and take it away. Even the great monks will jump out and fight you forever!"

"Oh..." Wu Ming took advantage of the situation and spread it on her like a pancake. Nan Fengning was so angry that he quickly let go.

"I just said that, sister, don't be angry." Wu Ming quickly laughed and repaid.

"You, you're so serious that you're like a personal person, but you don't even have any energy..." Nan Fengning's eyes were full of regret.

"Hehe!" Wu Ming lifted his slack belt and said indifferently: "You can't spend money on your temper. Besides, a hero who holds the knife on his neck but does not change his face and heart is still slapped away by someone's palm? He's happy to be a hero once and is so excited that he can play with him every day. Even if I have a hundred lives, I'm not enough for anyone to shoot. Anyone who loves to do this hero, I will never do it again."

Nan Fengning knew his character and did not care about it. Instead, he said, "Are there any other spiritual things?"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up and he grinned, "Of course there is!"

After saying that, she pulled Nan Fengning's soft and boneless jade hand to the back hall. Wu Ming's wriggling fingers like a slug really made her unable to bear it. She turned around and saw that she was about to leave the backyard temple gate, Nan Fengning couldn't help asking, "Where is it?"

"In the back mountain." Although she was still very humble in laughter, Nan Fengning felt the hidden seriousness.

"You pull your body, why are you moving constantly?" After another period, the female arrester couldn't help it.

"Hehe! I just want to see if my sister's fingers have bones."

"Do you know now?"

"Well... wait a little longer..." The stairs paved with stone slabs had disappeared, and Wu Ming was pulling her to the wild road that no one cares about.

Nan Fengning felt unsuccessful pity, could it be...

Then I thought about who I am, a famous arrester! If Xiao Shutou really dares to be arrogant, he will beat him until he cries!

But this hand cannot be pulled again.

As soon as he pulled out his hand, Wu Ming suddenly stopped.

"Sister Nanfeng, that's it."

Nan Fengning pinched his hands and stretched out his head to see it, and he was immediately full of suspicion. "That's it?"

In front of me is a deserted courtyard. The courtyard is built against the mountain, with a thatched hut against the cliff, and next to it is a cluster of green bamboos. The garden is covered with mountain flowers and weeds. It can be seen that it is an abandoned vegetable field. In the middle of the garden, there is a pitch-black rotten wood. The crown seems to be burned by thunder and fire, leaving only half of the bare trunks.

"Where is the spiritual energy?" Nan Fengning sniffed his nose while speaking.

"I don't know either, but the Fentian Seal said it's here. Why don't you look around and look around?" Finger Fentian Seal kept jumping, but I couldn't tell which one had spiritual energy.

"Okay." Nan Fengning signaled Wu Ming to follow her toward the hut.

The door knocker has no locks, and it opens as soon as you push it. It is all old things from ordinary people in the wild, but from the perspective of layout, it should be a place for monks to practice.

"Grow vegetables by yourself, carry water by yourself, live alone in the barren mountains... I think he is an ascetic monk who practices alone." He is worthy of being a famous hunter and soon made a preliminary judgment.

Wu Ming walked around and was about to leave, but his heart moved and he lifted the bamboo mat on the couch by chance. He saw a piece of fabric lying quietly under the bamboo mat.

"Sha?" Nan Feng Ning asked suspiciously, "Is this sha that is the psychic thing?"

Wu Ming picked up this piece of rag that looked like yarn but not yarn or cloth, and carefully identified it in the sunlight.

"It's a fragment of the cassock." It was still revealed by Nan Fengning.

"What kind of yarn is this?" Wu Ming asked.

"I don't know, maybe the monks in the temple know." The sound of streams came from my ears. Nanfeng Ning pushed open the back window and saw a stream flowing down the cliff. Looking down along the stream, the female captain immediately discovered a pool of water blocked by a thatched hut on the edge of the cliff.

"Huh?" The pool was not like the dark green color she was commonly seen, but instead shining with a faint goose yellow, which quickly attracted the attention of the female capturer.

"Is it...leaf?" The thin mesh-shaped flakes that were as thin as veil from the deep pool looked like leaves that had melted the flesh and blood. Seeing Wu Ming's face full of doubts, Nan Fengning smiled, "I understand, this is Bodhi yarn."

"Bodhi Ya?" Wu Ming knew that the Bodhi tree also knew the Bodhi beads, but he had never heard of any Bodhi Ya.

"The rumors in the world that if you soak the Bodhi leaves in a cold spring for a long time and wash away the leaves and flesh, you can get a clear and transparent leaf vein as thin as a cicada wing, called "Bodhi Gallery". The monk's robe woven with this yarn is not only soft and light, but also prevents moths."

"Uh... Sister Nanfeng, is everything spreading in the world?" Wu Ming was so impressed by the rumors in the world that the female arrester said.

"Yes." Nan Fengning pointed to the leaves that had accumulated deep pools and said, "I think this villa was specially built to soak Bodhi yarn. The reason why it was abandoned is because..."

Wu Ming thought, "Because the Bodhi tree was destroyed by lightning, he could no longer receive the leaves!"

Seeing Nanfeng laughing, Wu Ming suddenly opened his mind, "I wonder why the Fentian Seal cannot tell what is exuding spiritual energy. It turns out that it occupied the entire yard!"

Nan Fengning also woke up, "Is it the root of the tree? Bodhi tree root!"

Wu Ming laughed, "It's it! I think the Bodhi tree has also been cultivated to the point where it is necessary to respond to the heavenly tribulation, but unfortunately it has not been passed!"
Chapter completed!