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Tears flowed out of Shi Feng's eyes again. At this moment, Taoist Qianchu was still thinking about his sect and others.

In this life, he was truly glorious, magnanimous and selfless!

"Uncle, I agree to all the disciples you said, and I will keep them in mind."

"That's good!" Taoist Qianchu's face turned red and he withdrew his palm with a smile.

As night fell, the rain finally stopped.

Due to the fierce battle between Qianchu Taoist and Tie Zhan, the villagers were so frightened that they hid in their homes and did not dare to go out.

The town was dead silent, except for the water on the eaves tiles slowly falling, "bata", and after a while, "bahta", another drop.

After the rain, the sky is blue, all the dark clouds have dispersed, and the moon is pale, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the world.

Taoist Qianchu slowly sat upright, looked at the scene in front of him, and chanted, "Under the raindrops on the stone steps, under the bright moon among the sea of ​​clouds, where can I hear the flute and the orange flowers are all over the mountain?"

After speaking, his eyes slowly closed and he remained motionless.

"Uncle!" Shi Feng fell at the feet of Taoist Qianchu and couldn't help crying.

In an instant, the past came back to mind one by one.

When he was fourteen years old, he begged all the way up to Shigu Mountain and worshiped at Tai Chi Gate.

However, Shi Feng is an honorary disciple of the inner sect of Iron Sword Peak, but because he has no spiritual roots, he can actually only work as an ordinary handyman in the outer sect's weapon refining hall.

It was in the Sword Forging Valley that Shi Feng met Taoist Qianchu, and he favored him and accepted him as his apprentice.

All in all, in Taiji Sect, Shi Feng spent much more time with Taoist Qianchu than his orthodox master Liu Yunzi.

Although Shi Feng was not his disciple, nor a disciple of Fentian Peak, Taoist Qianchu did not hide his secrets. Starting from the identification of materials, basic techniques of refining and other introductory knowledge, he taught Shi all his refining skills bit by bit. maple.

Shi Feng later obtained the "Dissociation Strategy" from the ancient master, and coupled with the five hundred years of hard work in dismantling the Yuchang Palace, his skills were indeed far superior to those of Taoist Qianchu, but all of this was achieved by Taoist Qianchu. a solid foundation.

In addition to the refining skills, materials, and magic weapon chain diagrams, Taoist Qianchu also gave Shi Feng advice on swordsmanship. When Shi Feng was unable to form elixirs, Taoist Qianchu even begged the master several times to transfer Yan to the sword. Pass it to Shi Feng, hoping to help him break through.

In addition, during the trip to Shuzhong, Taoist Qianchu saved Shi Feng's life several times, especially in the battle with Tie Suo. The uncle took it all on his behalf, otherwise, he would have died under Tie Zhan's hand today.

In Shi Feng's heart, Taoist Qian Chu was his friend, his master and his disciple, and even more so his ancestor and grandson. Unexpectedly, he used all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, and although he killed Old Monster Mo, he also killed his uncle.

Qin Bing saw Shi Feng crying and banging his head on the ground, enduring the severe pain all over his body, and comforted him, "Feng'er, my uncle has passed away. Don't be too sad."

Shi Feng raised his head, his eyes were red, "Bing'er, did I do something wrong? Over the years, I have been blinded by hatred. I was reckless and unscrupulous... I was the one who killed him!!! "

As he said that, he couldn't help but slap himself twice, "Why should I invite Tie Zhan? Why! Why!"

He used so much force in these two blows that his whole face immediately swelled up. Qin Bing cried and hugged him, "Feng'er, don't blame yourself too much. It's not your fault. It's not your fault."

Just as he was saying "pop" and "pop", the sound of bamboo poles hitting stone slabs came from the distance. In the silent night, it was very clear.

Qin Bing turned around in surprise and saw two monks walking slowly from the east side of the long street.

The one in front was about forty years old, short, fat, and dull-witted. The one in the back was an old monk with a gray beard, trembling and senile. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old.

He put one hand on the shoulder of the monk in front of him, and used the other hand to beat the bamboo stick on the ground, but he was blind.

The two monks are both mortal beings and have no magic power at all.

Following the sound of bamboo sticks, the two monks came to the tea shop.

The short and fat monk who was leading the way suddenly saw the dead body on the ground and was startled. "What's wrong with you? Haven't you buried the body yet?"

Shi Feng stopped crying and asked, "What are the two masters doing?"

The short and fat monk said in surprise, "Isn't this Zhao Dalang's house? You asked my master to come here to perform rituals. Why are the corpses lying on the street without being put into coffins? Also, didn't we agree on one person? Why are there three of them? Corpse?"

After hearing this, the old monk behind him was not only not angry, but said happily, "Three bodies, it turns out that two more people have died in the house. Amitabha, let's just do it together. It counts as three events!"

The short and fat monk glared at Shi Feng, "Master, did you hear that three people in your family died. If we do it together, we have to calculate the cost of three rituals."

His words were extremely rude, but Shi Feng was in a sad mood and did not take it for granted. He asked instead, "Money is not an issue. Monk, what are your tricks?"

The short and fat monk patted his chest and said, "Donor, please rest assured. Our temple has the most complete rituals, including summoning, crossing bridges, paying homage to pilgrims, and placing people in peace. But..."

He frowned, "You haven't even finished loading the coffin yet. I'm afraid you won't be able to carry out many rituals."

Shi Feng shook his head, "There is no need for all those red tapes. Can Master read the salvation scriptures?"

The short, fat monk had a bulging belly. "Reciting sutras is our profession, so we will learn them naturally. Our temple has the Ksitigarbha Sutra, the Rebirth Mantra, the Great Compassion Mantra, and the Amitabha Sutra. You can choose from it..."

Shi Feng interrupted, "Then I'll ask you two masters to read all the prayer scriptures for salvation to my uncle."

The blind old monk was very unhappy after hearing this, "Donor, your request is a bit too much. These scriptures are not short. If you recite them all, it will take too long. Besides, it was agreed at that time that only three volumes of scriptures would be recited, and the price is also..."

"Two masters, as long as you are willing to recite the scriptures to send my uncle off, this will be given to you." Shi Feng said, groping in the storage bag for a while, and took out a gold ingot and handed it over.

The fat monk's eyes lit up and hurriedly took it, "Master, it's gold."

The old monk grabbed it, put it in his mouth and bit it, and immediately put it in his arms, bowing with one hand, "Amitabha, donor, let's start now, even if we recite for seven days and seven nights!"

Shi Feng moved Gan Chu Taoist into the center of the east wing, and also moved the bodies of the two disciples outside in.

It happened that this shop was an incense and candle shop, with a lot of incense and candles on the counter. Shi Feng respectfully placed the incense and candles in front of Gan Chu Taoist and lit them all.

At this time, the two monks, one took out the wooden fish, and the other took up the bell, and circled around the three corpses, chanting, ".... All those who came here together, because of the teachings of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, will never retreat from the Anuttara Samyaksambodhi... These people have been wandering in the cycle of life and death for a long time, suffering in the six realms, without a break. Because of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's great compassion and deep vows, each of them has obtained the fruit..."

The sound of chanting scriptures, accompanied by the flickering of candlelight, vaguely, Gan Chu Dao Ren was teaching him to refine weapons and impart the Yanshang sword energy. Even if he left a jade slip before his death, he also recommended him to be the hall master elder...

Unconsciously, tears blurred Shi Feng's eyes again.

(The sixth volume ends, and the seventh volume "One by One Experience in the Heart" will begin tomorrow)