Thanks to the monthly tickets of the two friends [Broken Heaven] [Qilian Kunlun]. Taoist is very grateful. Unfortunately, the timing is wrong. There will be something to go to the mountains tomorrow. So today I have to write four chapters to bring tomorrow's one. Otherwise, Taoist will thank the two friends for an explosion today. The day after tomorrow, it will definitely explode. If nothing happens, it will be updated ten thousand words. If there is something, it will explode less.

"Please save me!"

The fat man was extremely agile. After Yang Qifeng was reciting the scriptures, he directly pulled Yang Qifeng's arm, knelt in front of Yang Qifeng, and begged directly.

"My family has been respecting Buddha for generations, and every year they donate silver to build a Buddhist temple. My mother even ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name for life. Every time a monk passes by, she will definitely invite him to be regarded as a guest of honor."

The continuous words kept coming from Mr. Huang's mouth, his expression was frightened and he no longer began to be steady.

Yang Qifeng was like the last straw he grabbed. He held it tightly and did not dare to relax at all. He could not blame Mr. Huang for having such an attitude. Recently, he has been having nightmares and sleeping at night. The dream is extremely realistic, just like real. Every time he dies tragically, he will wake up from his dream. **** This has affected Mr. Huang's mind over time. He has not dared to fall asleep recently. He was restless and began to ask for help from nearby Buddhist temples. Although it has a slight effect, it has alleviated the invasion of the nightmare, but it has not cured the root cause. It has only extended the time for him to collapse because of the nightmare.

He has long been famous for Yang Qifeng. In recent years, Yang Qifeng has only barefoot in single clothes and barefoot. There are very few ascetic costumes in this ascetic. In addition, he has magical powers. Although he has not shown it actively for several years, he has not deliberately hidden it. The legend about him has been circulated, and Huang Yuanwai has already received news. He came to Yang Qifeng's must-pass path and waited hard, which led to the scene of reciting Buddhist scriptures in front of him.

And he just briefly recited a Buddhist scripture, but Mr. Huang suddenly felt much more relaxed. The haze that had been pressing on his heart in the past dissipated a lot. Mr. Huang, who was originally half-believing and half-doubted, immediately knew that what he saw was a monk with supernatural powers, and his attitude changed immediately and he was desperate.

"A monk is compassionate, and the master is even more a Taoist monk. Please save me,"

"Amitabha," Yang Qifeng clasped his rough hands and chanted the Buddha's name. His eyes were calm and he could not see any joy or sorrow, but he had already shaken his head at Mr. Huang in his heart. This person was obviously scheming and had already started to use his name to threaten him. The meaning of this sentence, the correct way to read it is to not save him, it is not to be compassionate, nor to be a monk with Taoism, and even the previous words were all threatening.

"I am just a barefoot monk, not a Taoist monk. The donor is very proud of it."

"The master is going to die and refuse to save him," Mr. Huang looked ugly, and he wailed in a sad voice.

"The donor is too worried. A monk is compassionate. How can he not save him when he dies?" Yang Qifeng shook his head slightly and said softly.

"Thank you for helping me, thank you for helping me, thank you for helping me," Huang Yuanwai kowtowed three times to Yang Qifeng, and said that he was thankful. In order to survive, this person can give up everything, and he is also the number one person. He is a thick-skinned guy, and he can get along from anywhere.

"Master, please go to Guizhuang to rest. Let's explain the whole story below," Mr. Huang stretched out his arm, made a gesture of inviting, half-bowed his body, and said slowly in his mouth.

"Yeah," Yang Qifeng nodded, and he strode forward.

Without Huang Yuanwai's guidance, he already knew where he was heading.

For example, today, although the Great Catastrophe of Baolian Lantern has begun to evolve, it only involves the key to the Great Catastrophe of Baolian Lantern, which is covered by layers of fog. There is no obstacle to other calculations. In terms of the Great Catastrophe of Baolian Lantern, it is necessary to know the things that are related to it. No one can do this except Yang Qifeng. Yang Qifeng's ability to calculate the secrets of heaven is not very high, but he can calculate a mortal, which is easy to capture.

He did not tell where his home was, but Yang Qifeng was heading in his direction accurately, and Huang Yuanwai's eyes shone brightly. This was the impression of a Taoist monk that was even deeper in his mind.

Huang Yuanwai followed Yang Qifeng and walked step by step. He was obviously very seldom walking. Most of the time he was carried by people. Before he could walk a mile, sweat broke out from his forehead. After walking for three or four miles, sweat kept flowing down his nose and his clothes were wet. This situation surprised Huang Yuanwai. Although he was in poor health and was relatively obese, he was not so fat that he could not walk. After walking for a few miles, he seemed to have fallen into the water and had just been salvaged.

Test, this must be a test.

Mr. Huang was active in his mind and immediately thought about the reason. He swallowed the words he had originally planned to stop and gritted his teeth to continue to persevere. This hard work is nothing compared to his life, especially now that it is less than two miles away from his home. The general outline has been seen in front of him. As long as you persist for a while, you can return home.

Yang Qifeng was just a little punished. This Huang Yuanwai actually threatened him. If it were a monk, he would definitely ignore it. But he was not a monk and naturally would not be indifferent. However, Yang Qifeng did not do too much about this opportunity that concerns him.

When Mr. Huang walked outside his manor, his clothes were already wet and he would have been exhausted. If it weren't for the servants who were supporting him, he wouldn't have been able to walk here at all.

Before returning home, he could no longer bear it and sat directly on the stone lion placed outside the gate. His breathing was rapid and he was breathing violently.

Yang Qifeng didn't care about this Huang Yuanwai, but looked at the dragon and tiger den in front of him, and felt hesitant.

Enter?

Or not to enter?
Chapter completed!