The news was exploding.
The atmosphere before the great war froze, leaving only one piece of news hanging in the hearts of the people.
It was Yu Qixiu's words.
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Qingfeng Temple, which was usually deserted, was bustling with activity once again. Many tourists came with curiosity. They were curious about what kind of young monk he was to attract the princess's attention.
The surrounding cities, Bai Town, Ye City, Daxing City, and Su City, were relatively quiet. Many people came.
Some of the superpowered people mixed in.
They were all curious about the monk's attitude.
People blindly followed the crowd. A red-haired young man was on the mountain path, talking about information about the small monk.
"Let me tell you, the little monk is called Lan Zishan. He was picked up by Abbot Qing Feng of Qing Feng Temple. He's an ordinary person without any supernatural talent. He's just amazing with his Buddhist teachings."
After the red-haired young man finished speaking, some ability users in the crowd looked disdainful.
One of them was ranked 20th on the civilian ability user rankings.
Su Kaishan, a beastmaster, was among them. He looked at the mountain in disdain, thinking that it was some amazing monk.
However, as he began to climb the mountain, he began to feel that something was wrong.
His ability gene was slowly becoming active, as if it was accelerating his evolution.
This mountain seemed to be extremely spiritual.
When he looked at the back of the mountain, he saw six giant falcons flying thousands of meters high in the sky. They tore through the sky and were extremely ferocious. They carried thousands of mutated giant birds as they flew past.
"This!"
Su Kaishan was shocked. He endured his trembling and pretended not to see it.
But then, due to his talent, he felt a light again.
From the north of the Clear Breeze Mountain, Starry Snow Mountain.
Trying his best to see through his talent, Su Kaishan could only vaguely see the most terrifying scene in his life.
On top of a giant ice mountain range, there was a wolf!
No!
To be more precise, it was a mighty Divine Mastiff made of snow and steel. It stood tall in the sky, and its aura was peerless. It was unparalleled and domineering.
Standing at the highest point of the ice mountain, he looked up at the sky and roared. Behind him were endless mutated steel wolves, all of them roaring at Qingfeng Mountain,
It seemed to be shouting,
It also seemed to be calling out and praying.
Gulp.
At this moment, Su Kaishan completely realized,
Something was really wrong here.
The Atavism Falcon was actually flying in the sky above this place, circling back and forth.
The Divine Mastiff with a high bloodline evolution also looked over.
And because of something, the spiritual energy on this mountain had increased in a heaven-defying manner.
"Don't touch it."
Su Kaishan trembled, then he blended into the crowd and left. He swore that he would hide this scene in his heart because he felt that there was a certain big shot behind the scenes slowly setting up a trap.
This big shot's expert was at least the kind that could protect a country.
This involved the war of dynasties, the battlefield of the heavens, and the layout of the King level ability users. He did not dare to be involved in it at all.
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And then on the mountain,
In the eyes of ordinary people and ability users, Qingfeng Temple was so ordinary.
Only under the banyan tree, the monk who was quietly tapping the wooden fish attracted a few more glances.
There was nothing else.
He was too handsome. His skin was as white as snow, his eyes were quiet, his eyelashes were long and thin, and his nose was like jade.
Especially the white robe with patches, it made him look more miserable.
Knock on this wooden fish,
The rhythm was orderly and the chanting was pleasant.
Snowflakes were still falling from the banyan tree. Everything seemed to be peaceful.
Concept, posture, grace.
All of them had fused to the extreme.
This made many of the surrounding tourists stunned.
"No wonder Princess likes him. This monk is too good-looking. However, this is not the era of fresh meat more than a thousand years ago..."
"That's right, the monk's temperament is truly exceptional. It's just that I didn't sense any cultivation aura.”
The tourists were very loud.
Until someone took the initiative to interview him.
"Hello, little monk. Can I interview you?”Chen Shuaiwen walked out. He had seen the little monk a few times when he was taking pictures at the Black Mountain General's tomb.
They were considered familiar with each other now.
Then, Chen Shuaiwen turned on his phone and flipped to the news. It was a picture of Yu Qixiu writing in the ancestral temple.
Lan Zishan was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene. In the eyes of the others, he seemed to have suddenly woken up, as if he had come to a realization.
"Princess Yu is going to marry and she is still waiting for you. Do you have anything to say?”
"After all, you're her only hope.”
Chen Shuaiwen said, his voice a little sad.
The tourists present couldn't bear it either. This was the saddest thing in the world, but many people still watched, curious about whether Yu Qixiu had misjudged this person.
Lan Zishan only stared at the picture for a long time before he got up. With the bamboo umbrella in his hand, he went down the mountain again after resting a little.
In the eyes of the others, it was hiding, escaping, fear, and not daring to look at everything directly.
Thus, he could only sigh.
Under the banyan tree, Chen Shuaiwen stood there and pointed at the little monk. He was a little disappointed that the little monk did not live up to his expectations. Even if the little monk said a few hypocritical words, such as love, the next life, and so on, it would be fine.
This kind of fleeing, this kind of not daring to look straight at him.
It shattered everyone's beautiful longing for love.
All that was left was deep regret and a sigh.
In the crowd, the red-haired youth finally couldn't help but speak up.
"What are you still saying? Now that you've expressed it, this monk is afraid.”
"I'm really fighting for justice for the princess, liking this kind of monk!”
"It's not the monk's fault. It's only because the opponent this time is the Heavens Battlefield. Even if all the eminent monks in this world came, it would be useless.”
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This interview had been circulated a lot. It was on many social media platforms and friends.
There was only one headline.
Don't make things difficult for an ordinary monk
The attached picture was of Lan Zishan descending the mountain.
There were no words, no explanations, only Lan Zhishan's despondent back.
Many women could not help but scold him angrily.
"Who are you? Are you letting Soo Soo down?"
"Women shouldn't like this kind of person. He doesn't have any sense of responsibility at all!”
"Poor Soo Soo, she still trusted him before she left!”
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