National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"Ye Feng, why did you really become a monk? What do you want me to do in the future?"

Standing in front of Ye Feng, Zi Ling couldn't help crying, tears came out of her eyes, and the pear blossoms were crying like rain.

Seeing this situation, Ye Feng was stunned for a moment and then said very speechlessly: "Who told you that I became a monk? The four of us came to Lingyun Temple to avoid the limelight. We got into some trouble in the City of Hope and needed to avoid the limelight. Come here for further training." .”

"Ah? Didn't you really become a monk?"

Zi Ling's face was full of surprise when he heard the words, Ye Feng nodded to show that he was right.

"Okay, go back quickly."

Ye Feng knew that some dangerous things might happen in Lingyun Temple recently, so he didn't want Ziling to be here, which would make him worry a lot.

"No, when will you leave Lingyun Temple, I will go back."

Zi Ling shook her head with a very firm attitude.

"You go back to school now, can I take you to dinner and watch a movie when I go back?"

"Okay, you take care of yourself here, I'll go back to school first."

Zi Ling's eyes lit up immediately, and he bounced away from Lingyun Temple in Tianyun Mountain.

Watching Ziling Ye Feng disappear from his back, he showed a wry smile.

Facing the wall not far away, after confirming that Zi Ling had really left, he was just about to turn around and leave, but at this moment a straw sandal suddenly flew over and hit him directly in the face.

Plop!

Ye Feng was hit by a somersault and sat on the ground, and then saw four familiar figures.

"Ouch!"

"did not expect!"

"You actually!"

"I still want to run!"

Ye Feng looked at the four familiar and no longer familiar monks in front of him, confused and desperate on the spot.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! I didn't want to run away! Really!"

"Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Fist!"

The four monks suddenly took off their cassocks, revealing their muscular muscles.

"No!!!"

Ye Feng's screams resounded throughout Lingyun Temple amidst punches and kicks.

.....

Time flies.

It has been ten days since the four of Ye Feng came to Lingyun Temple.

It seems that nothing has changed from the past.

No, there is a change.

The woman who brought her sick son to pray for Buddha before knelt all the way to Lingyun Temple on the top of the mountain today.

Her eyes were filled with tears of excitement, Wan Tianle at the door wanted to help him heal his bleeding forehead and knees but was stopped.

"The Buddha helped me heal my son, and I must fulfill the agreement."

Women continue their actions.

For him, this is no longer a matter of fulfilling the agreement, but she thinks that her son was saved from the pain of illness and death by the Buddha, so she must bear this pain, no matter how painful her body is, she thinks she can't do it. repay.

In other words, it is more about making yourself feel better, after all, there is no good thing that does not need to be rewarded.

The woman's incident was later reported by the media, and Lingyun Temple in Tianyun Mountain instantly became a popular temple.

It's just that at that time, Lingyun Temple had already stopped welcoming pilgrims.

As for the reason....that's another story.

Today's Lingyun Temple is still as usual, and the four of them have gained something in the past ten days.

Wan Tianle learns to transcend, and will add another funeral business in the future.

Han Yi learned Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Boxing and Shaolin Staff, and his combat effectiveness increased dramatically.

Li Mubai became more patient, not as impatient as before, and his mind changed.

As for Ye Feng, now he understands the difference between this world and the world of cultivating immortals better.

Although the human strength here is not strong, and the gods here are basically parallel imports, but he has to admit that such a world is more suitable for human life.

 …

At midnight, inside the Tianyun County Hotel.

Baihu Lingyao looked at the hundreds of ghosts that had been condensed by him with his remnant souls, showing a sinister sneer.

"Go, let Lingyun Temple fall into chaos!"

call!

Hundreds of ghosts flew out of the hotel and flew towards Lingyun Temple.

There are hundreds of ghosts, eighty middle-level ten-stars, nineteen high-level eight-stars, although there is only one super-level one.

But this super-level ghost has the strength of a whole super-level nine-star.

....

In the guest room, the four of them slept soundly, but at this moment the door was suddenly opened.

"Forehead???"

The four of them sat up at the same time, looking at Qingshan who kicked in the door with a confused face.

"You four don't sleep, I don't know why those ghosts that should have been killed back then have resurrected a whole hundred!"

As soon as Qingshan said these words, the four of them immediately regained their spirits, and they were completely relieved of sleepiness.

Ye Feng took out the Longyuan Sword, Han Yi took out the Youth Memory Stick, Wan Tianle took out the coffin, Li Mubai held a folding fan and looked like he was about to rush out to fight with the ghosts.

"Ghosts don't have physical bodies, they all exist in spirit bodies, just like so-called ghosts, even normal elemental magic can't produce an attack effect on the opponent, and your weapons are useless."

After Qingshan finished speaking, Qingshui rushed into the house and gave Ye Feng a copper coin sword, a Zen stick to Han Yi, Wan Tianle's magic pestle, and Li Mubai a Buddha bell.

"That... Is the copper coin sword given to me by mistake? Isn't this a Taoist magic weapon?"

Ye Feng looked at the copper coin sword in his hand in a daze.