“Wow…”

Outside Leshan, a small boat gently rowed the water waves, carrying a woman, two men, one old, and one young five people slowly sailing under the Leshan Giant Buddha.

"Whenever I see this big Buddha, I will think of my father. The master said that if my father had not sacrificed his life to throw me to the master, I would have died in the hands of the Fire Kirin in the Lingyun Cave."

On the boat, Nie Feng stood at the bow of the boat, unable to help but sigh softly at the big Buddha.

"Fire Qilin! Rumors have been made in the rivers and lakes that there is a strange fruit in Lingyun Cave called Blood Bodhi. Eating it can not only cure all diseases, but also greatly increase people's skills! However, although this Blood Bodhi is good, no one can bring it out of the hands of that divine beast!" As Nie Feng's words, Qin Shuang also came over.

Listening to the conversation between the two, the Clay Buddha smiled and asked, "Master Feng Tang, do you know why your father came here?"

"I heard from my master that my father came outside Lingyun Cave because he wanted to compete with Nanlin Sword Head!"

"Huolin Sword, Nanlin Sword Head!" Listening to Nie Feng's words, the Clay Bodhisattva shook his head and sighed, "Lord Feng, I have something important to ask the two masters for help!"

"Senior, please speak!" Nie Feng and Qin Shuang both lowered their heads and said respectfully to this mysterious clay Buddha.

"Xiao Zhuanzi's parents died since she was a child. I think before I arrived at the World Club, I would like to ask the two hall masters to find a family to adopt her!"

The clay Buddha caressed the little girl's head with love, and when he heard his words, Kong Ci couldn't help asking strangely, "Divine appearance, aren't you my father's best friend? Can you still encounter danger when you go to the world this time!"

The Clay Buddha looked at the calm river and played with his little granddaughter while smiling, "Hehe, the Clay Buddha crosses the river and cannot protect himself!"

"Grandpa, where are you going?" The little girl heard the meaning of separation in her words, and couldn't help but stuff the fire monkey into the arms of the clay Buddha and asked softly.

"Grandpa is going to find an old friend, I can't take you there this time!" The Cypriot smiled, then looked at Nie Feng without blinking, until Nie Feng nodded gently before breathing a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

The bow of the boat slowly turned and headed towards a village on the edge of Leshan...

"Hehe, haha..."

The village was very lively, and I saw a very cute little girl who was not old and was showing off her martial arts skills with her punches and kicks.

The little girl doesn't know much martial arts at all, and it's also funny to hit her with one punch. However, because the little girl's boxing skills are ridiculous, everyone likes this beautiful little girl very much.

"Senior, everything has been done. The old couple in Murakami, who is childless, promised to adopt Xiaopeng, and didn't even ask for the money we gave!"

Looking at the little girl who was constantly gestured in the crowd, Nie Feng whispered beside the clay Buddha with a folding fan.

"So best, so best!" The clay Buddha nodded repeatedly, hid aside and looked at his granddaughter with a smile.

Looking at the smiling mud Buddha, Qin Shuang thought for a while and couldn't help but speak, "The gods, in this world, the most dead people are such unarmed villagers. In my opinion, it's better to send their braids to a wealthy family and save them from suffering in the countryside all day!"

"You don't understand, this is fate!"

The clay Buddha shook his head and then asked to the two of them, "What's wrong with Bu Jingyun now?"

"The second senior brother is introverted, but his martial arts is the best among the three of us. No one in the world except the master is his opponent."

"It's really God's will! God's will!" The Clay Bodhisattva nodded repeatedly, saying things that everyone didn't understand.

"Senior, what exactly is the will you mean by God?" Looking at the muddy Buddha, Kong Ci, who was active by nature, couldn't help but interfere and asked.

"Haha, your time has not come, but I am here! Life is all fate!"

The clay Buddha laughed and sad, slowly walked towards the river.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

“Welcome to fate…”

Just when Nie Feng and the other two looked puzzled, a bamboo raft suddenly shot towards him like a sharp sword by the river, and a masked man stood proudly on the bamboo raft.

The bamboo raft rides the wind and waves, and the masked man snorted coldly after seeing the clay Buddha and flew up from the bamboo raft.

"Who!"

Looking at the masked man flying over, Qin Shuang shouted loudly, raised her punch and hit the masked man in the chest.

The cold wind was brought out from Qin Shuang's fist, and the masked man also rushed forward without saying a word to Qin Shuang's punch.

"KaKaKa..."

The two of them clashed with fists without making the imagined collision sound. The moment Qin Shuang collided with frost, and she immediately formed on her body. She couldn't help but fly backwards, and then smashed a thatched house and fell into it.

"Hidden your head and exposed your tail, who are you?" After seeing the masked man punching Qin Shuang, Nie Feng did not retreat but advanced. Before the masked man grabbed the clay Buddha, he kicked him with one kick.

"Pan..."

The masked man stood steadily on the bamboo raft by the river, and watched Nie Feng coming quickly and kicked him.

"Smack sex..."

Nie Feng and the others kept kicking their legs. Because of the injury to their legs today, Nie Feng was kicked in the chest by the masked man and his body was directly smashed into the water.

"Hmph..." Looking at Nie Feng who was kicked into the water after a few strokes, the masked man snorted dissatisfiedly, then looked at Kong Ci beside him, grabbed the clay Buddha and flew towards the river.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come back!"

The little braid who turned around saw the clay Buddha flying into the distance at a glance. He couldn't help but stop fisting and ran towards the river crying.

"Look back soon!"

Looking at the little girl running towards the river, two old couples in their sixties and seventies quickly ran up and hugged the little girl in their arms.

"Junior Brother Feng, what should I do?" Qin Shuang, who ran out of the thatched room, saw only Nie Feng, who was wet all over, and a back visible to the mud Bodhisattva.

"There are people outside of people, and there are people outside of heaven. Senior brother, this time I came out, I suddenly realized that I had understood a lot of things I had never understood before. Now let's go back to the world."

At this time, Nie Feng's whole body was wet, but his eyes were brighter than when he came.

Leshan, the head of the World Association...

"Clay Bodhisattva, Clay Bodhisattva! You have been hiding from me for ten years and left me with such a broken copper and iron!"

In a secret room in the World Association, Xiongba grabbed the black cloth on his face and threw a treasure box of the mechanism in the secret room in front of the mud Buddha with abscess.

"Gangmaster, don't worry, it's not that my clay Buddha is not coming to see you, but that the time has not come!"

The clay Buddha smiled, lowered his body and picked up the treasure box, and placed it on the stone platform beside him.

"What's now? Is the time here?" Xiongba took two steps forward, grabbed the collar of the clay Buddha, and roared repeatedly.

"Please look at the boss!" The Clay Bodhisattva didn't mind Xiongba's hand holding his collar, but picked up the treasure box as if no one was around and gently turned it on it.

"Treasure box, hurry up, tell me what will happen to me in the lower body!"

Looking at the ever-changing treasure box, Xiongba spread the clay Buddha in his hand, standing there at a loss as if he was waiting for his mother to make dinner, staring at the movements of the clay Buddha with his eyes tightly.

"KaKa..."

"KaKaKa..."

The treasure box is full of symbols of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. With the movements of the clay bodhisattva, the originally chaotic orders gradually became clear and gradually returned to their original position.

"boom...."

As the last group of heavenly stems and earthly branches returned to their positions, the treasure box suddenly exploded, and a dazzling golden light flew out of the treasure box, turning into two lines of large characters, and appeared in front of Xiongba.

"The nine-distance cloud dragon is shocking and the wind and clouds will dive and swim!"

Looking at the two lines of big words in front of him, Xiongba read out word by word, then held the shoulder of the Mud Buddha and asked hurriedly, "Mi Buddha, my fate in the first half of my life is not the same as what you said. Come and tell me quickly, do these two sentences represent my fate in the second half of my life? What does this sentence mean?"

Looking at Xiongba's anxious look, the clay Buddha gently stroked the treasure box and smiled, "Success is the storm, failure is the storm. You are the body of a golden dragon, destined to rise due to the storm, and will also fall due to the storm..."

"Oh my God, it's rising because of the wind and clouds, and falling because of the wind and clouds! Isn't that saying that Fengyun wants to usurp the throne?" Just as Xiongba looked anxious, no one noticed Wen Chou Chou, who was hiding outside the door, was covering his mouth and running outward.

"You said that my second half of my life will be controlled by the wind and clouds, like a dragon swimming in shallow water!"

"That's right, the gang leader's ten-year fortune has passed, and now it's time to take a sharp turn!"

Xiongba shook his head repeatedly, waved his hand suddenly, and knocked away the treasure box in the hand of the clay Buddha.

"I don't believe it. I am the golden dragon. I am the one who wants to win the world. No one can control me. All the wind and clouds and fate are fake. I only believe that man will conquer nature!" Xiongba roared repeatedly, and his gray hair bun was automatically floating behind him.

"Haha, the gang leader believes in numerology all his life, but why has he started to deceive himself now!"

The Clay Buddha didn't explain, but just smiled slightly. Looking at the smile on the Clay Buddha's face, Xiongba clenched his fists and felt a little murderous intent in his heart.

Yes, Xiongba believed in fate all his life. If he didn't believe it just now, it would be impossible to have such a big reaction. And because he believed it, he wanted to hear the clay Buddha say that this was just a joke.

Who can be ruthless if a person is not a sage? Xiongba, the two disciples of Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, have been trained for ten years. If you have a choice, even if you are the treacherous hero, you will not want Fengyun and others to be their disciples in this fate.

And now there is obviously no choice. Since there is no choice, I would rather let the people in the world than let the people in the world betray me!

Xiongba gently closed his eyes, slowly spread his hands that he had originally tightly clenched, and gently tidied his robe.

Looking at the changing expression on Xiongba’s face, the Cybosa smiled even more.

"The food and drink here are good environments. Since the gang leader is already worried, then I, the gang leader, will wait for the gang leader to go against the will of heaven and change his fate..." The gang leader bowed slightly to Xiongba, then hugged the treasure box again in his arms, and sat motionless in the secret room.

"Hmph..." Xiongba snorted coldly, then slammed the door and locked the clay Buddha in the secret room.

"Wen Chou Chou, where did you die in Wen Chou Chou Chou?"

As soon as Xiongba returned to the hall, he was furious. He picked up the tea next to the seat and took a sip, then threw the teacup to the ground.

"Gangmaster, call me!"

Wen Chou Chou still looks the same, but compared with Xiong Ba who is good at maintaining her beauty, the foundation on Wen Chou Chou's face is thicker. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also illustrates the ruthless years.

"Where are you dead?" Xiongba slapped the armrest of the chair with a heavy palm and asked Wen Chou Chou Chou.

"I, I..."
To be continued...