Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Immortal Sect did not leave immediately after this battle, and now that Jingyin Temple does not exist, the matter of guarding Fengdu Cliff naturally needs to be considered in the long term.

Wen Song didn't sleep for a long time, and was woken up by Yin Su. He opened his eyes in a daze, and his voice was still vague, "What's wrong?"

Yin Su took out a Guiyuan Pill and brought it to his mouth, "We will discuss who will be stationed at Fengduya, and we will sleep again later."

"Oh," Wen Song swallowed the elixir, the fatigue between his brows receded a lot, he looked at the station approaching in front of him, and put his chin on his shoulder, "I want Susu to carry me all the time."

Yin Su tilted his head, and a soft smile appeared on his brows, "Lazy thing."

Wen Song's head moved forward, and lightly knocked on Yin Su's head, "You are used to it."

"It's my fault," Yin Su chuckled, his voice was like a warm March spring breeze blowing against Wen Song's ears, making the tip of his ears a little warm.

Wen Song whispered: "It's good that you know."

The two of them arrived late, and when they passed by, Shen Yu had almost made arrangements.

Wen Song stood at the end and listened quietly, and got a rough idea. The general meaning was: the disciples of the five great immortal sects should be stationed at Fengduya in rotation to prevent the same situation as Jingyin Temple from happening again.

After saying this, Shen Yu's face turned serious, "When I was saving people in the pagoda, I discovered a strange thing. The leader of the demon cultivator abandoned all the demon cultivators in the pagoda, but he wanted to do it no matter what. Taking away a disciple of the Yueling Sect, I had no time to take care of him due to the worries of the Jingyin Temple before, but now that you are all here, I just took this opportunity to find out the cause of this matter."

He looked at Lin Jinglan, "Go and bring your junior brother here."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Jinglan walked into the hall with Wen Fu.

Wen Fu folded his hands and bowed in salute, "Wen Fu pays his respects to the Sovereign."

"Well," Shen Yu responded, and asked, "Do you know what Moxiu's purpose is to take you into captivity?"

"Disciple knows a little bit," Wen Fu's eyelids drooped slightly, with a respectful expression on his face. On the way here, he guessed the reason why Shen Yu called him here. After thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth. It's too easy to lie in front of monks at the Mahayana stage A flaw was discovered.

Shen Yu said: "What is the reason?"

"It should be..." Wen Fu paused imperceptibly when he said this, "I want to intercept the disciple's luck."

Shen Yusi and Lu Zhi's obsession with Wen Fu had a hint of puzzlement in their eyes. If they want to intercept luck, there are many talented and brilliant people in the cultivation world. None of them will have low luck. Leaving Wen Fu, "Tell me about what happened after you were taken away by Moxiu."

Wen Fu didn't respond immediately this time, he opened his mouth and said, "Can I ask a question first?"

"You said."

Wen Fu looked at Chong Yao who was not far away, "Will Master really reshape the dantian for the disciple?"

Hearing this, Chong Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think this gentleman will not believe what he says?"

"I don't dare," Wen Fu said softly, "I just want to seek peace of mind for myself."

Duan He doesn't want to take care of him anymore, and Wen Song is another variable. If those things he did are exposed, he doesn't have the confidence to let Chong Yao, who doesn't have much friendship with him as a mentor, ignore the family rules.

He naturally knew that asking this question in public would cause Chong Yao's resentment, but now there is no other way.

Chong Yao said lightly, "Let's just say, I don't think I'm a repetitive person."

Wen Fu obtained a guarantee for himself, he felt relieved, and he continued: "After the disciple was taken captive by Moxiu, he was not imprisoned in a Buddhist pagoda, but was taken to a place with extremely strong spiritual power. I wanted to find out, but I didn't know what was blocking the consciousness, and later, a woman intercepted the disciple's luck, and it seemed that something was destroyed."

Shen Yu's brows twitched when he heard the words, he remembered the inexplicable premonition that rose in his heart after seeing Wen Fu, Ruyu's face was filled with eagerness, "When did this happen?"

Wen Fu thought for a while, and said, "About three months ago."

Upon hearing this, Master Yun Chen couldn't help but said, "Before March, wasn't it the time when the heavy snow just fell?"

When the disciples in the hall heard Yun Chen's words, they couldn't help looking at Wen Fu in the middle, their eyes were surprised and cautious, because what he said was so easy for people to link the destroyed object with the heavy snow a few days ago.

Shen Yu immediately asked the question that everyone cared about the most, "Do you know what was destroyed?"

Wen Fu shook his head, "The disciple's eyes were covered and his consciousness was blocked, so he didn't see it."

Shen Yu felt a little disappointed, but also felt that it was expected.

After the hall fell silent, a sudden voice sounded, "I also have a question, I wonder if you can answer it for me."

Wen Fu turned his head to look at Wen Song who was coming from the gate of the palace, his eyes darkened, "If it's a private matter, brother, I'd better let it go first, don't waste the time of fellow Taoists here."

"It's not a personal matter. What I want to say should also be related to this matter." Wen Song stood beside Wen Fu and bowed to salute. "I wonder if the suzerain will allow me to ask him a question?"

Shen Yu nodded.

Wen Song smiled at Wen Fu, but his eyes were sharp, "I want to know why the demon cultivator on the flying boat chased after me after seeing me, and why the demon cultivator in the pagoda was able to kill me immediately after I used the red silk Tell me my name, I have never provoked Moxiu, so I want to ask my younger brother who keeps calling me brother, why is that?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but put their eyes on Wen Fu, but their eyes were a little more subtle. Everyone was not a fool, and after a little thought, they understood the key point.

Wen Fu sensed the eyes that fell on him, and there was no panic on his face, and there was no evidence on his left and right, "Brother, I was joking, how can I know things that you don't even know?"

"is it?"

"nature."

Wen Song met Wen Fu's candid gaze, and turned to look at Shen Yu, "Sect Master, this disciple has a plan, which may solve the problem."

"What do you think."

Wen Song glanced at Wen Fu with icy eyes, and then said slowly: "Since the people from the demon world have left Wen Fu behind, it proves that his luck is still useful to them. The luck in Fu's body is completely cut off, so no matter what the purpose of the demon world is, it can only die down."

Wen Fu pinched his sleeves tightly with his fingers, and almost exhausted all his control to restrain the evil thoughts in his heart, "If the luck in my body is cut off, and the demon world goes to find other monks, wouldn't it be harming others? "

Wen Song said with a smile: "Even if you abandon all the magical cultivation of the pagoda, you will be taken away. Doesn't it prove that you are special?"

"Perhaps... only your luck is useful to the woman you mentioned."

A sentence that stepped on the tip of the heart made Wen Fu's back burst into cold sweat, and the sweat soaked through the thin Taoist robe, giving him a chill that pierced into his muscles and bones. Not on cultivation and benefits...

He clenched his teeth together and made a small sound, "Everything is just my brother's guess. If my luck is cut off, the demon world might go looking for other people again. I will stay here, whether it's as bait or not. Or the target, both are the best choices.”

When the monks at the side heard Wen Fu's words, many of them dismissed the thought in their hearts.

Shen Yu was silent for a while, then said: "Wen Song go back first."

He looked at Wen Fu in the hall, "You will be properly placed in the sect, and you will not be released within 300 years, do you have any objections?"

Hearing Shen Yu's words, Wen Fu's body, which had fallen into the cold abyss, finally returned to temperature. He bowed his head and respectfully said, "Disciple is willing."