"Boom!"
The roar of the waterfall reverberated in their ears.
Water vapor swirled around Xiong Ba's back, and his entire body was shrouded in a haze.
He looked at Ye Feng's figure that disappeared into the distance, his eyes flashed as he muttered: ""No rush, no rush."
At the foot of the mountain.
Ye Feng traveled alone, Ming Yue was not behind him.
This time, he was going to hide in the dark, so if he brought Ming Yue along, he would be affected.
At this moment, he was recalling the plot of the Wind and Cloud. The Mud Bodhisattva had appeared twice in the Wind and Cloud, and the second time, it died in the hands of Xiong Ba.
The most important thing was that the clay bodhisattva had half of the most mysterious book in the world, the Heaven Weeping Sutra!”
Note: This book was written by Cangjie!
The world's first creator of characters--Cangjie!
According to the legends, after he created the first character in the world, the sky changed color and became gloomy, as if all the ghosts and gods in the world were crying in sorrow.
However, Cangjie created characters to benefit the world, so why did the ghosts and gods of the Nine Skies and Ten Earths shed tears of sorrow?
It turned out that he had been unable to create a single character after much thought and research. Later on, by a strange combination of factors, he created the first person in the world. And the first character in the world was not as simple as Cangjie had imagined!
This word contained a strange magical power that could fill the mind of those who saw it with endless mysteries, as if they were connected to heaven and earth…They could see through all the secrets of the world, whether it was the past or the future.
He then wrote the first word in the world into the Heaven Weeping Scripture.
Ye Feng could not help but want to see what kind of ability this unique book had.
Although he knew the plot of Wind and Cloud, it was still very attractive to have another treasure.
Ye Feng remembered that in the Feng Yun TV series, the Mud Bodhisattva appeared in the vicinity of Qing Liang Temple, he could go there first and wait for them to appear.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He raised his whip and galloped away.
They traveled for an unknown amount of time.
Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people disappear from thousands of paths.
Ye Feng looked at the mottled ancient temple in front of him, even though it was no longer as glorious and beautiful as before, its majestic aura was still present.
There was a golden bronze plaque hanging above the temple door. On it were three clear words,"Qingliang Temple!”
At this moment, the temple door was tightly shut and silent. The temple was surrounded by pine trees and cypresses, and ancient vines.
From time to time, the sound of bells rang out in the temple, and incense smoke spiraled up in the courtyard.
"Looks like this is the place!" Ye Feng thought to himself.
If I remember correctly, there should be a little girl beside the clay Bodhisattva.
After all, it should be easy to recognize a little girl.
He was proficient in the art of disguise. It was too difficult to find him. It was better to wait here for him to appear.
The next morning.
A white-haired old man carried a bamboo basket on his back and held a young girl's hand in his right hand.
His face was old and had deep wrinkles. His white hair was as white as snow. His body was hunched, and he held a wooden stick in his left hand as he walked up the mountain.
However, he lowered his head and glanced around. His eyes were sharp and did not match his appearance.
The old man held the child's hand and walked up the mountain.
In the distance, Ye Feng was standing on a tree, the wind blew his clothes and long hair, a strand of hair blocked his eyes.
"Is it him?"
His eyes were fixed on the old man's figure in the distance.
"Regardless of whether it is or not, let's go up and try it first.”
Ye Feng stepped forward, his figure disappeared from the tree branch, with a slight tremble, a few fallen leaves floated down.
His figure was like a dragon as he jumped up. He would tap lightly on the tree and change his direction, leaving a black afterimage in the forest.
"Pa!"
The sound was crisp and clear. A breeze blew as it landed, sweeping up a few dead leaves beside it.
His slender figure stood quietly in front of the old man, Ye Feng's gaze was focused on the old man's every move.
Every day, the Mud Bodhisattva would bring her granddaughter up the mountain to pick up materials. Today, as usual, they walked all the way to the forest on the mountain.
Unfortunately, not long after they ascended the mountain, a black-robed youth suddenly landed in front of them.
He raised his head and was slightly shocked when he saw Ye Feng. He was dressed in black, his long hair was fluttering in the wind, his figure was tall and handsome, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright, why would such a young man come here?
"Could it be that he's here to look for me?" The Clay Bodhisattva felt a little puzzled.
No one would be able to see through his disguise. He was very confident in his disguise. No one had been born yet to see through his disguise.
The clay Bodhisattva held the little girl's hand and was about to walk past him, but Ye Feng moved to the side and blocked their path.
At this moment, the Mud Bodhisattva had already confirmed that the young man in front of her was here to find her.
"I wonder why this young master is blocking my way.”
The voice of the clay Bodhisattva at this moment was like an old man who was about to die, acting beautifully and seductively.
The little girl in red with two ponytails hid behind the old man in fear, only revealing one eye as she looked at Ye Feng curiously.
The Clay Bodhisattva was shocked. He could not see the past or the future on this black-robed youth who had suddenly appeared.
One had to know that no matter who it was, as long as they appeared in front of him, he could see their past and future.
He suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked at Ye Feng calmly.
"I'm here for the Heaven Weeping Sutra!"
These three simple words stirred up a huge wave in the heart of the clay Bodhisattva, and there was even fear.
" Who is this young man?!"
He was shocked.
"How did he know about the existence of the Heaven Weeping Sutra?”
In just a short moment, countless thoughts surged out of the Mud Bodhisattva's mind. He had always been in control of others in his life. He did not expect to be suppressed by a young man today.
"Young Master, you've got the wrong person. I'm not the Weeping Sky Sutra.”
Although the Mud Bodhisattva was shocked and even afraid, her expression remained calm.
If it was an ordinary person, they might have been fooled.
However, Ye Feng had a cheat, and he was familiar with the plot of Wind and Cloud.
Detection! The screen in front of him displayed.
Name: Sikong Ru.
Age: 55
……
[Skill: Heaven's Weeping Sutra]
Turtle Breathing Skill.
There was no mistaking it. The hunchbacked old man in front of him was dressed as a clay Bodhisattva.
"The clay Bodhisattva is indeed the number one fortune teller in the pugilistic world! Admirable! I admire you!"
Ye Feng directly exposed the old man's identity.
The Clay Bodhisattva still wanted to give it a try, so she said,""Young Master, I'm just an ordinary woodcutter. You've got the wrong person.”
Ye Feng looked at him and said calmly: " There are rumors in the martial world that the mud Bodhisattva's disguise technique is unparalleled, I don't believe it."”
"Today, I saw that you are indeed impressive. I really admire you. After my observation, I still didn't see any flaws.”
His voice was calm, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of the clay Bodhisattva. It turned out that he already knew.
The eighth chapter.
Working hard to write!
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