Chapter 1232

Red tea represents Xuezong this time. Qingcheng Mountain sends banquet posts this time. Although Xuezong has nothing to do with Qingcheng, anyone who receives a birthday banquet will give Qingcheng face.

Yu Bin saw such a cold beauty as red tea. He was happy, and then his waist was straight and very hard.

"Shen Feng, you can watch it. We are only responsible for welcoming guests, not guarding the mountain gate."

"Yes." Several people around me also agreed.

They spoke so hard because they were on the territory of Qingcheng Mountain. Otherwise, he had to walk around when he saw Shen Feng.

"Since it's a welcome, why don't you welcome me?" Shen Feng smiled and handed the invitation in his hand.

On his invitation card, it was impressively written ghost gate.

"You..." Yu Bin's face turned red and tried to resist his anger. "OK, then we'll welcome the ghost sect leader."

With that, he gave a very reluctant salute to the other three sons around him.

"The ghost gate alone, don't you see our blood clan?" Tea took out the invitation in his hand and handed it to them.

Yu Bin took over the invitation of tea and immediately smiled. Compared with Shen Feng's attitude, it was a great change of 180 degrees.

"It's the red tea lady of Xuezong. It's disrespectful. Please come inside."

"That's about the same." Tea said, affectionately took Shen Feng's arm and walked towards Qingcheng Mountain

The fourth son of Qingcheng looked at the back of red tea and Shen Feng, one by one eager to see through, jealous in his heart.

Qingcheng Mountain shows clear water on the mountain. Compared with hongzong, the landscape here seems to be more beautiful.

Halfway up the mountain, Shen Feng saw a boulder about three or four stories high. The surface of the boulder was very smooth, and the most shocking thing was that there were several obvious sword marks on it.

The sword mark formed a big word "heaven". Although it was only one word, there was a trace of cold killing intention in it.

"The person who left this word must be very powerful." Shen Feng murmured.

"Don't you know? The person who left this word is Qingchengzi. " Tea said to Shen Feng.

"Really!" Shen Feng was surprised. He didn't expect that this word was left by Qingchengzi.

"Yes." Tea idle nodded and continued.

"I heard that this word was left by Qingchengzi when he broke through the sky on his centenary birthday. Many people saw the word left by Qingchengzi with their own eyes. At that time, the people were very shocked, so he was known as the sage of Chinese sword."

Shen Feng nodded silently. So many sects came to celebrate Qingchengzi's birthday. It seems that this Chinese sword saint is by no means a false name of Lang.

But in the face of such a powerful Qingchengzi, Ren Daoyuan dares to make small moves. It seems that he is also prepared.

But even so, Shen Feng will not miss the opportunity to get rid of Ren Daoyuan and Xu Sheng!

"Amitabha." A Buddha's horn came from my ear.

Shen Feng followed his reputation and saw several monks in simple cassocks coming.

The leader is the Wuxiang master of Lingyin Temple. Beside him is a young monk, Shikong.

"It turned out to be master Wuxiang." Shen Feng respectfully tunnel.

Master Wuxiang can be said to be his benefactor. He is even grateful to the whole Lingyin Temple.

"It seems that benefactor Shen looks pretty good since we left last time." Master Wuxiang smiled and said.

"Thanks to the original master's guidance."

Just as Shen Feng and master Wuxiang exchanged greetings, Shikong looked at the boulder halfway up the mountain and said, "master, there is a heavy murderous spirit on this character."

Although Shikong is young, his state of mind and martial arts attainments are far better than those of other peers, and even not inferior to some eminent monks.

In fact, Shen Feng also felt the killing intention on the word, but didn't say it.

Wuxiang also looked up at the word "heaven" and sighed, "although Qingchengzi has the greatest strength in China, the devil in his heart still hasn't gone. I don't know what's going on now."

He was also present when he left the word. Qingchengzi was overjoyed. It was still difficult to hide his killing intention in the words he left.

"Benefactor Shen, remember, no matter what, you can't think too deeply." Wu Xiang turned to Shen Feng.

Before Shen Feng answered, another Buddha's name came from his ear, "no, no, it's not bad."

This time, more than ten monks came in groups, but these monks wore gorgeous cassocks, which became a sharp contrast with the simple cassocks of master Wuxiang and others.

These monks are from the Mahayana temple in Yanjing.

Mahayana and Lingyin are both holy places of Buddhism, but they are essentially different.

Lingyin Temple has lived in the mountains for a long time. Most of the people who come to Lingyin Temple to pray for incense are ordinary people; The Mahayana temple is in the prosperous place of Yanjing. Most of the people who came to the Mahayana temple to pray for incense were rich families and nobles, and in ancient times they served the royal family.

Therefore, the living standard of Mahayana monks is much better than Lingyin Temple, which can be seen from the cassock.

The cassock of Lingyin Temple is simple and unadorned, while the cassock of everyone in Mahayana temple is made of superior cloth, and there is gold thread on each cassock.

In particular, the abbot headed by Mahayana temple has not only gold lines on his cassock, but also jewels at the intersection of each grid.

It is reported that this precious cassock was given by the emperor hundreds of years ago and has become one of the treasures of Mahayana temple. The abbot will wear it for any grand occasion.

"It's senior brother Kong Wen." Master Wuxiang smiled at the abbot of Mahayana temple.

The empty smell abbot of Mahayana temple also smiled and said, "senior brother Wuxiang, you're all right."

"Just now, I heard that elder martial brother said I was wrong. What's the matter?" Wu Xiang asked.

Kong Wen smiled calmly, "senior brother Wuxiang just said that you should not be too obsessed. I don't think so. The obsession can be deep or shallow. You can hold it up and put it down... "

Shen Feng frowned. The two old monks talked about Buddhism in a gentle way, which made him feel big for a while.

The discussion belongs to discussion, but the two are still calm, without the momentum of confrontation, and have the momentum of getting an eminent monk.

"I think we'd better go. We don't understand anyway." Tea whispered beside Shen Feng.

"Yes." Shen Feng said to the two monks in the discussion, looked at the word "heaven" with deep meaning, turned and left.

"Benefactor Shen is the master of Sensei relic and magic bone?" Empty smell looked at Shen Feng's back and said.

"That's right." Wu Xiang smiled. He was very satisfied with Shen Feng.

"It's strange that two conflicting treasures can coexist in one human body." Empty smell sighed.

"Maybe benefactor Shen has a pure heart."