Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 270. 272. Paper Crane Holds Leaf, Ancient Traces

After sending Xu Sanlang away, Chu Feng went back to his room and continued to practice!
For practitioners, time is the most inconspicuous consumable. Chu Feng just circulated the aura in his body for a big circle, and three days passed.

On the fourth day, it was raining outside, and the sound of ticking kept coming in. Everything seemed harmonious and peaceful.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light group appeared on Chu Feng's forehead, as if something had been touched, there was a roar, and golden characters all over the sky fell from the sky, in a chaotic manner, and then, they were arranged quickly, line by line, page by page. Gradually grouped into books, scrolls...

"triggered successfully"

"Taoism Three Thousand Restart"

"Gift—innate gossip, you can know 500 years before and 500 years later, and you can also glimpse a glimpse of the secret."

"Gift—Lingmai green tea, the growth period is short, and it contains a small amount of spiritual energy."

"Gift—one mu of square field, subspace spells, can store plants and the like, some functions are similar to the old spiritual field, but it has spiritual energy."

The surface of the simple books like a door fluttered like a breeze, like the surface of water wrinkled by the breeze. Then, three scrolls appeared, divided into three colors: green, black, and vermilion.

Chu Feng reached out to take them, opened them one by one, spread them on the ground, and looked at them carefully. Except for the seeds, Lingmai Green Tea was just a brief introduction. You can tell it at a glance. One mu of square field is a general subspace magic. Chu Feng also learned quickly.

Congenital gossip, this is the first time Chu Feng has come into contact with it. Seeing that he has put all his energy into it, he has forgotten the time and everything around him.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Feng pointed out that in front of him was a disc wrapped in radiance, on which were eye-catching Yin-Yang fish, some strange runes, emitting light, and constantly changing positions, giving people a very pleasant feeling. mystery.

"Calculate where Erniang Hu is?"

Chu Feng closed his eyes and placed his mind on the disc. His eyes were hazy for a while, and there was a temple indistinctly. The name seemed to be a ghost temple, so he couldn't see clearly.A slender figure stood motionless in front of the temple.

"Two Niangs of Tigers"

Chu Feng immediately recognized the figure from the back, but the name of the temple was not clear no matter how he looked.It feels right in front of you, and seems to be in the sky. To use an appropriate word to describe it, it is so close to the sky.

After trying for more than half an hour, his tired forehead was sweating, but he didn't succeed, so Chu Feng had to give up.He opened his eyes and looked around the room, only to realize that Doudou had gone somewhere.

"Didn't this little thing go to settle accounts with Xu Sanlang?"

Chu Feng smiled, pushed open the door, and saw the setting sun, only to realize that it was already afternoon, the light rain had stopped, and the air was somewhat cool after the rain.

When he came to a corner of the courtyard, Chu Feng used his finger as a gun and tapped it a few times, just like Duan Yu's Six Meridians Excalibur, easily poked three holes in the ground, and put the seeds of Lingmai green tea into it.

An astonishing scene happened, Lingmai Bicha burst out of the soil in an instant, revealing the tender buds.

"Fun, interesting..."

After laughing, Chu Feng took one of the plants away and put it in the one-acre square field, and walked away from the yard.

Walking by the small lake surrounded by small trees, Chu Feng was very fast, and he arrived at Xu Sanlang's melon field in a short while.

It was a place shrouded in green, about [-] to [-] acres, and watermelons that were about to ripen loomed among the melon vines.

In a wooden house in the center, there was a faint humming sound.

The wind was blowing under Chu Feng's feet, and he passed through the melon field at an extremely fast speed. Suddenly, he encountered a slender rope.

The sound of jingling bells came out, crisp and sweet!
It turned out that there was a copper bell tied to the rope!
The wood of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a long black coat covering his buttocks, white shorts below his knees, and yellow sunglasses came out with a stick.

This kind of shape made Chu Feng feel very uneasy.

As expected of a person with the word wave in his name, he was dressed so wavely.

"It is you"

Xu Sanlang put the stick back, with a puzzled expression on his face, apparently suspecting that Chu Feng had come to steal his watermelon.

"Did you see that little Pekingese?"

Chu Feng asked.

"No, not since that day"

Xu Sanlang shook his head and said.

Chu Feng nodded, turned and left, walked a few steps, turned around, and pointed out that a purple spot of light entered Xu Sanlang's forehead erratically.

"Last time you gave Pindao a watermelon, this time Pindao returned the gift to you"

After more than a minute, Xu Sanlang jumped six feet high, and said in surprise: "My mother, it's actually a magic practice, Sanlang, I'm about to develop!"

……

Two miles away, Chu Feng's eyes flashed, and he quickly walked towards the courtyard. When he was approaching the gate, he saw a very delicate paper crane flying over the courtyard wall, holding a leaf of Lingmai green tea in its mouth.

"Interesting, here to steal something from the poor."

Chu Feng chased after him.

After passing through patches of bamboo forests and hillsides, the paper cranes still have no intention of stopping after advancing for more than 30 miles.

Chu Feng's interest became more and more intense. Unknowingly, he came near a railway. The paper crane started to move along the railway. Chu Feng followed behind, walking briskly on the railway track. .

The sky was gradually getting late, and the sky turned from bright red to dark red. When the train was moving, the roaring sound came from behind, and Chu Feng quickly exited the track.

Two or three minutes later, a long train came. Chu Feng jumped onto the top of the train and sat cross-legged on it.

The speed of the train was so fast that Chu Feng's clothes were blown up.

When passing by a pond, the uncle who was fishing in a small boat stared dumbfounded at Chu Feng on top of the train.

After going forward for more than an hour, it was completely dark. According to the stop sign, the train entered City J. The speed of the train gradually slowed down, and it seemed that it was almost at the station.

The paper crane suddenly changed direction and flew towards the urban area, Chu Feng followed and jumped down, following in the night without any haste.

Arriving at a bamboo forest, the sky is already full of stars.

Chu Feng entered the bamboo forest and found that there were many graves and mounds inside. The leaves rustled under the night wind. As a long-tested Taoist priest, Chu Feng did not have the slightest fear of ghosts and ghosts.

The paper crane stopped on a slightly larger mound, as if waiting for something.

In order not to disturb the opponent, Chu Feng kept a certain distance.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, a white figure appeared in front of the grave mound, took the leaves from the mouth of the paper crane, and disappeared in a flash.

Chu Feng, who was hiding in the dark, widened his eyes. The back just now was [-]% similar to Hu Erniang.

Chu Feng was waiting to go up to check. On the west side of the bamboo grove, there were bursts of roaring sounds, continuous thunder and lightning strikes, and a faint moan of pain in the clouds, which was a bit familiar.

"Could it be that Ah Qing is crossing the tribulation!"

(End of this chapter)