Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The sound-transmission talisman did not name the person, and one talisman was transmitted multiple times. It was issued by Le Zhengcheng in a unified way. This trip to Jiangyang happened to pass by Luwei Mountain. Fu Sigan made a decision after a moment of contemplation. He manipulated the flying boat and led a group of people there Go in the direction of Luwei Mountain.

Luwei Mountain originated in the old dynasty, and there are many temples. Most of the nearby people believe in Buddhism. In the early years, the emperor's family wrote a Buddhist temple here, and it is a well-known place of incense.

However, since the fall of the old dynasty and the establishment of the Xiaoyao League by the little emperor in power, the dynasty advocated the way of practice, which also caused a sharp decrease in the number of Buddhists in Luwei Mountain. Over the years, not many people have come to donate incense.

It was almost evening when the group arrived at Luwei Mountain, and there was a thick fog at the foot of the mountain. Fu Siqian collected the flying boat and led the people to find a nearby Buddhist temple to rest.The Buddhist temple has been abandoned for a long time, half of the walls have collapsed, weeds are overgrown and dilapidated. The main hall is dedicated to a Buddha statue. The head of the Buddha statue is gone, only the body is left, sitting upright on the Ming hall.

According to the sound transmission note, a strange disaster happened suddenly in Luwei Mountain, causing hundreds of casualties. They walked all the way, but they didn't see a single person, not even a thatched hut.

The dense fog envelops Luwei Mountain tightly like a maze, and there is a feeling of breathlessness everywhere. After entering the temple, the whole body suddenly lightens, and this oppressive feeling disappears.

Everyone was staying in the lobby of the ruined temple. Fu Siqian looked around, inspected it carefully, and made two more barriers before sitting down with peace of mind.

It was getting late, and the thick fog persisted for a long time, as if he had entered a maze, and he couldn't find any light. The Buddhist temple was dark and gloomy.

Feng Tinghan muttered softly: "I can't even find a single incense candle, no wonder the monks have returned to vulgarity."

"You know the monk hasn't returned to vulgarity yet?" Fu Siqian gave him a funny look.

Without waiting for Feng Tinghan to speak, a voice suddenly said: "The temple is so dilapidated that it looks like a ghost. If you don't return to vulgarity, you will starve to death. Look at this table, there is not even a scum left in the offerings."

Three sentences and two sentences are inseparable from eating, who else but Mr. Qi?Fu Siqian rolled his eyes, ignored Qi Shuyun, and rummaged through the storage bracelet on his own, it was too dark here, he wanted to see if he could find a glazed lamp.

All of a sudden, the wind howled violently, and the small dark wind made people tremble continuously, and then something cool and soft climbed up the wrist, Feng Tinghan's pupils shrank slightly, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his back immediately.

"Master, Master?" He quietly rubbed Fu Sigan with his shoulder, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "It seems that something dirty has gotten into my hands."

In the darkness, he couldn't make out his expression clearly, he could only hear a soft question from beside him: "Is that so?"

Feng Tinghan nodded, remembering that he couldn't see each other in the dark, and said "hmm" softly: "It's cold, like fresh dirt that just crawled out of a grave."

He paused, and then asked again: "There are always such plots in the scriptures, such as the ruined temple, thick fog, lonely souls and wild ghosts, Master, have you ever encountered dirty things?"

"I've seen a lot of lonely souls and wild ghosts. When I'm lucky, I can sometimes make dirty things." With a little more strength in his hand, Fu Siqian said with a half-smile, "Sit down, I didn't mention it in the scriptures. Well, when the dirty thing that just crawled out of the grave gives you a pulse, you'd better sit down obediently and don't move around."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

"If you have nothing to do, don't keep reading messy things. If you are young, read more serious books."

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the word "serious".

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Feng Tinghan thought of the book he read in the morning, the words on the cover were too tattered to read, but he vaguely remembered that the title of the book was "The Legend of Fengyue—Two or three things that Zhaoyuan Xianzun and other women can't mention".

It seems not very serious.

The glazed lamp was not found, but luckily there were still firewood and straw in the ruined temple. The rest of the cultivators sat together, and within a short time a fire was built. with a smiling expression.

The cool wind broke in through the broken window, and the temple was silent.

Qi Shuyun's eyes fell on the overlapping hands of the two, his brows frowned, he calmly restrained his emotions, and smiled again: "I have heard that the Immortal Venerable has accepted an apprentice to break the Guanyin illusion formation and compete for the first time In fact, he is a dragon among men, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation."

He praised Feng Tinghan on his lips, and his eyes were full of mockery, as if he didn't even bother to perfunctory, and if he looked carefully, he could vaguely see a little contempt.

When Feng Tinghan woke up, he was already on the flying boat. He didn't know what happened during the period. He didn't even know who Qi Shuyun was. He didn't know why he heard this, and he didn't know when he had offended this person. He was just confused. Shuidi blinked, and replied modestly: "It's just a false name."

"A false name is also a name. The Immortal Venerable taught me well, and I have long wanted to get to know Brother Feng." Qi Shuyun mocked, "I thought I would see the real person the day before yesterday, but I didn't expect it to be delayed for two days. Brother Feng really has a lot of people."

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes, calmly sizing up the person in front of him.

The day before yesterday was the day when the result of the competition was announced. Qi Shuyun didn't mention it, he had forgotten about it. Fu Siqian took out a wooden box from the storage bracelet, which was the No.1 reward of the competition. Feng Tinghan was unconscious before, Le Zhengcheng put the things directly in his place.

"I forgot to give it to you before. Try the gadgets you won in the competition to see if you like them." Fu Siqian handed the wooden box to Feng Tinghan, smiling lazily, "Yan Junxing's things will never go away." It's too bad, if it's bad, I'll ask him to get another one."

What he said was reasonable and extremely shameless, which was very consistent with Fu Siqian's behavior.

Feng Tinghan was slightly surprised, and said in a low voice: "Why bother Master so much."

"What's the trouble, it's just a matter of a word." Fu Siqian glanced at Qi Shuyun and pointed out, "Since you are my apprentice, how can you be bullied by others?"

Feng Tinghan also came to his senses at this time, he was Linglong's mind, and after a little thought, he realized that this person was trying to find a place for him.Just now Qi Shuyun praised and sneered secretly, but Fu Siqian's reply put the matter on the bright side. It was half a warning and half a threat, and he was supporting him openly.

Cultivation also cultivates the mind, practitioners will observe words and demeanor, Fu Siqian beat Qi Shuyun in the open, in front of all the practitioners, unequivocally, and did not save Zang Jianfeng at all.

The attitudes of other sects can be roughly divided into three categories: one is watching the fire from the other side, watching the excitement; some is whispering and laughing at Qi Shuyun for getting ashamed;

Fu Siqian didn't think too much about this, he just couldn't see Feng Tinghan's ignorant, hurt and stupid smile on his face. As for Qi Shuyun, that person sent him to the door himself, so he couldn't blame him for killing a chicken for the monkey to see.

Qi Shuyun was not as thin-skinned as Jiang Qingru, and smiled openly, not taking it seriously at all, and sighed again: "Zhaoyuan Xianzun protects his apprentice so closely, and the master-student love is so deep, it is so enviable."

"Isn't it natural for a master to have a deep relationship?" Feng Tinghan tilted his head again and again, and his tone was full of doubts, "Could it be that your master treats you badly?"

It was nothing at first, but when Feng Tinghan asked such a question, the taste of what he said changed, and the eyes of everyone looking at Qi Shuyun suddenly became complicated, with a hint of condemnation.

Who knows, the young master of Jiangshui City has worshiped the master of Zangjian Peak as his teacher, and he has been passed down by his direct line. He walks sideways in the whole sect, and pays attention to food and clothing everywhere. .

If it's not good to say, it's really wolf-hearted.

Up to the point, Feng Tinghan always knew how to grasp the measure, and he didn't hold on to this matter. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and concentrated on studying the wooden box in his hand.

Fu Siqian looked at Qi Shuyun who was frozen, and then at Feng Tinghan who was holding the wooden box with his head down, a word suddenly popped up in his mind - natural black.

White to deep natural black.

Feng Tinghan was probably this kind of person, Hei didn't know it.

The wall of the ruined temple was missing one piece, and outside the faint golden barrier, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and everything around could not be seen clearly. The thick fog was like a pool of black ink, lingering and flowing on the barrier.

There was only a "click", and the wooden box opened to both sides, revealing what was inside - a palm-sized, off-white lamp.

Someone exclaimed: "Buddha Bone Soul Summoning Lamp."

There is an eminent monk outside the world, wearing Buddha bone chalcedony, who voluntarily eviscerates the bones and summons the soul to avenge the dead for the sake of suppressing ghosts and warding off disasters.After crossing ninety-nine and 81 unjust souls, eminent monks sit down and melt on the spot, and the Buddha's bones turn into a lamp, which is called the Summoning Soul, and the world calls it the Buddha's Bone Soul Summoning Lamp.

The Buddha Bone Summoning Soul Lamp can summon dead souls, cross wild ghosts, and communicate with Yin and Yang.

Yan Junxing was really willing, such a little thing could buy half of the city, Fu Siqian was speechless secretly, and asked Feng Tinghan to put away the Buddha Bone Soul Summoning Lamp.

At this moment, there was a sound of "Du Tuk" knocking on the wooden fish outside. From far to near, the strong wind howled and knocked off most of the roof of the ruined temple. It was dilapidated and dilapidated, but now it was directly exposed .

The flames in the main hall jumped obliquely, reflecting the shadow of the headless Buddha statue, which looked extremely strange.

"Master, did you see it?" Feng Tinghan took a sharp breath and said softly, "The Buddha statue...he seems to have moved just now."