When Song Tingfeng came back, the hotel was silent, and there was no communication between Chen Fu and Wu Mu, and he was happy to see it happen.

Chen Fu: "I'm going back tomorrow morning."

Song Tingfeng pondered: "It's better to change to tonight."

Chen Fu: "Hurry the night road?"

Song Tingfeng: "The news about Wutongmu has been completely spread, and someone will come to visit soon."

Wu Muzhi teased the little fox and said, "Isn't you afraid of being beaten by you, how dare you come?"

Song Tingfeng: "The people come this time are different." He looked at Chen Fu: "It's my master."

Chen Fu raised his eyes: "Master?"

"It should be considered half a master, he practiced Buddhism."

Chen Fu's eyes lit up: "Can I ask about the relics from him?"

Song Tingfeng nodded: "He expects to arrive the day after tomorrow."

Before, Song Tingfeng said he wanted to help pay attention to the news of the relics. Chen Fu just thought it was empty talk and did not take it to heart. He never thought that there was such a connection between the latter and the Buddhist sect. He completed the check-out procedure that night, delaying the idea of ​​the crow's prophecy.

In order to ensure that he didn't miss it with his master, Chen Fu took the initiative to invite Song Tingfeng to live in his villa. When he returned to the city, he was also at night. The journey was exhausted, but no one went to rest. The fox clan brought some fruit wine, and Chen Fu gave it to everyone, chatting at home while the night was sung.

Those present are curious about Song Tingfeng's experience in their practice, and Chen Fu is the same.

"He is the old man's name, Zhaoxin."

Wu Muzhi only had an impression of the powerful people ten thousand years ago, and these were all juniors to him.

"Monkey Zhaoxin." A hoarse voice came.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows, and it was rare that the crow could say four words in a coherent manner.

Wu Muzhi said disdainfully: "Very famous?"

He has never had a good impression of Buddhist people.

The crow nodded.

Chen Fu: "Why are you just a half-teacher?"

Song Tingfeng explained: "Master always said that the fate has not come. He was eager to find opportunities for breakthroughs in those years, and he didn't have time to guide me."

Chen Fu nodded. Wu Muzhi drank the complete bottle of fruit wine at one time, but he still felt that it was wrong: "This is the disadvantage of practicing with the help of faith. If faith is not there, how can we make a breakthrough?"

Song Tingfeng did not argue. In this regard, he was actually very similar to Wu Muzhi, and he believed in the strength he had cultivated by himself.

The original gossip was changed to night talk and practice experience. The little fox endured his sleepiness and listened to their conversation. Many things that were puzzled in the past were suddenly enlightened.

Chen Fu's face was light red, not because of drunkenness, but because of some stimulation.

In the second half of the night, everyone was too lazy to go back to their room, so they leaned around and fell asleep in a crooked manner.

Sleeping in the same room as Shen Fu, Song Tingfeng's mouth was faintly curved until a sequel flowed in the air. His body reacted first and made defensive moves.

Open his eyes, Chen Fu stood by the table, his eyes were full of infatuation.

Song Tingfeng was shocked when he saw the knife in his hand.

"I just felt that something was wrong with him when you mentioned Buddhism," Wu Muzhi seemed to have woken up long ago, sitting far away from Chen Fu, looking at Song Tingfeng's hair gloatingly.

Song Tingfeng tried to take away the razor from Chen Fu's hand, but he was fruitless and opened his eyes until dawn.

Chen Fu didn't sleep for long. As soon as the sky was dawn, the doorbell woke him up from his dream.

When he saw Song Tingfeng diagonally at the first sight, the other party breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up.

Chen Fu didn't have time to ask in detail, and went out to open the door. Through the cat's eyes, he saw a middle-aged man whose clothes were washed white and looked a little decadent, looking like an ascetic monk.

The visitor felt someone looking at him, and clasped his hands together: "Let me take care of my heart."

This monk Zhaoxin looked only forty years old, but in fact he was eighty years old. However, for monks, this age was nothing.

Chen Fu opened the door and invited someone to come into the house respectfully and politely.

When Monk Zhaoxin saw Song Tingfeng, he was a little excited and surprised, "It's great if you didn't go wrong."

Song Tingfeng is very talented. He did love talents back then, but unfortunately he had to go overseas to seek opportunities. He also saw that the child was born with a rebellious state and might have a biased mood in the future, so he temporarily stopped this idea.

"My trip was originally for Wutong Wood." Monk Zhaoxin did not claim to be a monk and said calmly: "I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding."

Song Tingfeng had told him about the future and the end of the world earlier, saying that it was impossible not to be disappointed, but he looked at the word "meaning fate" and did not want to force it.

The relationship between monk Zhaoxin and Song Tingfeng is very interesting. The former always starts with 'master', but when Song Tingfeng calls his master, he will immediately wave his hand to deny it: "You have not yet performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, and you cannot be considered a master or apprentice."

Song Tingfeng was used to it, and did not have much greetings, so he asked straight to the point: "Do you know the whereabouts of the relics?"

Monk Zhaoxin frowned and recited "Amitabha Buddha."

"division……"

Monk Zhaoxin: "You must consider it for your teacher."

Chen Fu nodded slightly to Song Tingfeng, but the latter did not ask any more questions and focused on making a pot of tea for Monk Zhaoxin.

When someone else was drinking tea, the monk Zhaoxin watched the tea. He watched it for a long time. When the tea stopped steaming, the leaves turned yellow a little and slowly spoke: "There is a relic, a master's sect is enshrined in the master's sect."

When he spoke, his eyes looked at Chen Fu: "But the Immortal Lord needs it?"

He still has some understanding of Song Tingfeng. If he was interested in the relics, he would have contacted him a long time ago. There was obviously eye contact between the two just now.

Chen Fu nodded.

Monk Zhaoxin: "Strictly speaking, the relics were transformed by the eminent monks when they passed away. They were a kind of recognition of their Buddhist paths by heaven and earth, and did not belong to Buddhism."

Chen Fu's eyes moved: "Master means there is room for change?"

Monk Zhaoxin nodded: "Walking through the pagoda, the pagoda is a place where the monks sit and transform, and there is a trace of will left in it. If the immortal king can gain the recognition of the monk's will during his lifetime, he can take away the relics with a legitimate reason."

"The pagoda is open to the public?"

"That is a holy land, not anyone can enter, but the Immortal Lord has the qualifications to succeed in certifying the truth."

Chen Fu: "What happens if you fail?"

"The immortal king's way may be cut off."

A room is silent.

Monk Zhaoxin would stay in the city for a few days, but Chen Fu did not give an answer immediately. Monk Zhaoxin meditated for half a day. At dusk, Chen Fu sent everyone away on the grounds that he wanted to ask for Buddhism.

He thought it would take some time to talk, but unexpectedly, Song Tingfeng and Wu Muzhi accepted this statement very calmly, and their eyes were quite strange during this period.

Chen Fu took the tea set, "Does the master have something to say to me?"

Monk Zhaoxin: "I am worthy of being an immortal king. Actually, I came here this time to officially listen to Feng Ai's disciple and lead him to Buddhism to practice."

"Buddhist?"

"He contracted the Abyss Beast, and I can't let it go." Monk Zhaoxin said worriedly: "I mentioned this with Tingfeng implicitly before, but he doesn't seem to have the will. I think you have a good relationship. If you can, I hope the Immortal Lord can persuade you."

The words were tactful, but Chen Fu heard a sense of determination from it, "If Song still disagrees..."

"I can only force him away."

Song Tingfeng is a rare good seedling of cultivation. Before his mind is stable, if no one helps suppress the abyss beast, he will suffer one day.

Chen Fu naturally could not let Monk Zhaoxin get his wish. Although the two goals were the same, if Monk Zhaoxin failed, his mission would be squandered. Chen Fu would never put his hope on others, "Everyone has his own way."

Monk Zhaoxin shook his head without saying much.

Chen Fu simply spread his words and said, "If the master really wants this, I will stop him."

Monk Zhaoxin smiled and said, "Immortal Lord is not my opponent when he is not healed."

Chen Fu frowned slightly. He could not let Wu Muzhi take action. The appearance of the Demon King has already made many people afraid. If he openly fights with Buddhism, it may cause trouble.

"Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect," Chen Fu lowered his eyes: "Student Song still has unfinished results here."

Monk Zhaoxin did not understand its intention.

Chen Fu suddenly stood up: "When did the master and classmate Song meet?"

"More than ten years ago, an orphanage."

Chen Fu: "Did there be a red lotus birthmark on his scapula at that time?"

Monk Zhaoxin was shocked: "How did you know?"

It is rumored that there is a red lotus mark on the shoulder blades. In the past life, Song Tingfeng was only three or four years old and often attracted evil spirits. Monk Zhaoxin couldn't bear it and joined hands with three fellow Taoists to seal the birthmark of Honglian. Afterwards, Song Tingfeng had a high fever for three days, and even he forgot this memory after waking up.

Chen Fu said nothing about Song Tingfeng before he was three years old, and even said whatever ghosts were pestering him.

After all, he is the strongest person in the lifeblood, and the information provided by the system is quite comprehensive.

But in the information, Song Tingfeng did not become a disciple of Monk Zhaoxin. According to the original world line, Song Tingfeng's obsession was increasing day by day. Monk Zhaoxin was still far away. When he came back, he was no longer a match for Song Tingfeng.

The more Monk Zhaoxin listened, the more frightened he became. This person could tell the time when Song Tingfeng first drew his energy into his body. He secretly took care of Song Tingfeng for several years and taught him how to practice. He was sure that the time when the other party said was right.

"Because I've been paying attention to him silently."

Monk Zhaoxin: "The Immortal Lord was joking, you were just a child at that time."
To be continued...