Liu Zangfeng stood in the breeze with his sword, his hair, beard and clothes rolled up in the wind, "Tell me your name."

Luo Feiyu slowly stepped forward and said seriously: "Luo Feiyu."

"Is the surname Luo?" Liu Zangfeng lowered his head and smiled, looked at the February Chunliu, whose sword power had reached its peak, and seemed to enjoy this surging power very much.

"Be careful!" Kok shouted hurriedly.

Luo Feiyu immediately retreated when he heard this. When he came to his senses, a deep gully appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but shivered. He didn't see clearly how Liu Zangfeng took action just now.

"If those Luo surnameds had not been to protect their homes nineteen years ago, the Loulan treasure might be mine." Liu Zang's face showed a fierce light.

"It seems that there is also yours that happened nineteen years ago." Luo Feiyu said coldly.

"That's fine, you all have to die anyway, so it's not in vain that I'll shoot you again." Liu Zangfeng raised the February Chunliu.

Luo Feiyu felt inexplicably cold in his heart, and was slightly stunned. Then he noticed the cold wind that poured into Qingjian Hall, "Why is the wind blowing?"

The young master of the Guzhou raised his head, "It is a barrier formed by resentment."

Luo Feiyu shouted in a deep voice: "What!"

In an instant, there was mist in Qingjian Hall, blocking everyone's vision.

"Those monks from Hanshan Temple were unable to cross the suffering in this mountain after all." Mr. Guzhou stood up and quietly stayed away from Liu Yili, with a faint intention of taking action.

"What Mr. Ren said is that he looks down on me in Hanshan Temple?" An old voice suddenly rang in his mind.

The young master of the lonely boat hurriedly looked forward, but found that there was no one else in his sight except for the fog.

"I'm here." The voice was filled with a smile.

The young master Guzhou quickly turned his head and found a phantom of an old monk in a gray robe twisting Buddhist beads there, but because it was too illusory, he couldn't even see his face clearly. But he still recognized it at a glance. This was Master Chenkong who had passed away.

The young master Guzhou held back his tears, "Master!"

Since he established the lonely boat, he has few friends, and this Master Chenkong can be regarded as his age-lost friend. When Master Chenkong was sitting in the process of transformation, he was sad for a long time.

"Young Master Ren, don't be fine." Master Chenkong smiled, as cheerful as before.

"Why did the master stay in the world?" Mr. Guzhou asked.

"The Buddha said that ordinary people have defilements. If they have all kinds of delusions, they will have various thoughts. With all kinds of thoughts, they will have troubles. If they have troubles, they will have defilements. I went to the west to meet an old friend, but later, I found that I still had obsessions and could not lose all my illusory troubles. I was deeply troubled when I entered the samsara, so I went back." Master Chenkong said slowly.

"But the master should go back to Hanshan Temple, rather than to Junshan, which has nothing to do with you." Mr. Guzhou said respectfully: "The master is compassionate and I believe he doesn't want to see the next scene."

"This is not something I can choose. When I was sitting in the transformation, I thought that Mr. Luo was my old friend. In order to protect his life without worries, he chanted a Buddha mantra and blessed him with all his heart." Master Chenkong lowered his head and said, "And the soul that I should have attached to the relics is also in it, so he appeared here."

"But I'm here because it's important."

"What's the important thing?" Mr. Guzhou frowned.

"It's also for the old friend." Master Chenkong smiled.

"Old friend?"

"Young master, aren't you my old friend?" Master Chenkong's phantom became a little more misty, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The young master Guzhou heard the regret in his words, as if he had noticed something, "Master!"

"In the past, every time you came to Liuyue Villa to meet your fiancée, you would come to Hanshan Temple to sing a stick of incense to pray. Sometimes it was for your sister, sometimes it was for your friends, but never for yourself. At that time, I came to ask you why I never asked for myself, but you answered: 'I don't need Buddha, there are all difficulties in the world, and I can only rely on myself'." Master Chenkong's voice became lighter and lighter, and his figure became more and more vague. "Later, I learned from the pilgrim who came from Lin'an what kind of person Mr. Ren was like.

The young master Guzhou shook his head, "That's just over."

"But if the young master lets go, it doesn't mean that others will let go." Master Chenkong sighed.

The young master Guzhou didn't say anything anymore.

"I sat for a moment and traveled thousands of miles to Xizhou. On the way, insects and birds told me that your friend was already on the way to Luoyang. But every midnight, she would look up at the moon. Your fiancée has been playing the piano for seven years, hoping that you will come as scheduled every night; and your sister is often inquiring about your whereabouts..."

Master Chenkong's figure was blurred, and the voice gradually became softer. The young master Guzhou was filled with tears.

"Go back!" Master Chenkong used all the last trace of obsession in the mortal world, and used all the last trace of strength to shout these three words.

The next moment, the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

Luo Feiyu couldn't help frowning when he saw the golden light shining around him, "Why am I glowing? Could it be..."

In the Qingjian Hall, the thick fog dissipated.

Enchantment, broken.

Above Qingshan.

The monk from Hanshan Temple was still standing in his original place and never left. Since Liu Zangfeng left, he began to chant Sanskrit again.

They are doing rituals.

However, this time, it was not for the souls who had no return on Junshan, but for one person.

Ru Hui, the leader, had already burst into tears.

After a long time, he raised his head and shouted, "A disciple Ruhui, I'm here to send you my respectful visit to Master!"

"So that's it." Liu Zangfeng watched the golden light on Luo Feiyu's body flowing away little by little, and soon dissipated, "But even so, what can I do!"

Liu Zangyue, who was originally dying, had recovered a little consciousness because of this Buddha light. After being awakened by Liu Zangfeng's violent shout, she tried hard to raise her head, trying to see Liu Biran, but found that she was no longer in the Qingjian Hall.

"Senior Sister." Luo Feiyu hurriedly stepped forward and helped her up.

"Where is Biran?" Liu Zangyue looked extremely weak.

"She has been rescued by Brother Tang and me, and now she should be taken to a relatively safe place by Brother Tang. Please rest assured, senior sister." Luo Feiyu said slowly.

Liu Zangyue's high heart finally calmed down, but before she could give her a chance to breathe, she suddenly shouted: "Junior brother, be careful!"

Luo Feiyu did not turn around, but pulled the sword in his pocket upwards and blocked the sword. A few drops of blood were knocked down on Luo Feiyu's neck, which was extremely hot.

Liu Zangfeng sneered: "It's interesting."

Liu Zangyue looked at the soft sword covered with blood and opened her eyes widened, "What did you do to Biran!"

However, before Liu Zangyue could say something, Luo Feiyu slashed her neck with a palm, and she fainted immediately.

"Help me take good care of my senior sister." Luo Feiyu pushed Liu Zangyue into Shang's arms, slowly stood up and picked out Liu Zangfeng's sword. Liu Zangfeng quickly retreated ten steps away.

Luo Feiyu turned around and looked at him, saying word by word:

"I kill you."
Chapter completed!