Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Crunchy!"

Stepping on the snow with his feet, he made a bitter sound. Ye Fan's speed was completely incomparable to that of the same day. This time, he was really walking in the direction pointed by Monk Ji step by step.

Looking at the large footprints behind him and the long road ahead, Ye Fan didn't know what it was like in his heart. Under normal circumstances, he could complete such a journey in a flash, not even a flash.

But at this moment, it took him more than half a day to walk this mountain road, and the cold wind on Feixue Mountain made Ye Fan shiver as he walked, his lips turned pale, and he was very cold.

The spiritual spring mentioned by Monk Ji exists at the foot of Feixue Mountain, which is somewhat close to the position of the sect of Feixue Mountain.

At this moment, Ye Fan had lost all his cultivation, and it was actually very dangerous to approach Feixue Mountain.

"call……"

In the boundless snow-capped mountains, Ye Fan walked on his own, lonely and lonely. Before going down the mountain, Ye Fan's footsteps had already begun to tremble, and his stomach was hungry.

All kinds of tiredness that hadn't been experienced in a long time rushed to Ye Fan's heart, really uncomfortable.

This kind of pain is different from the pain caused by battle injuries, and it should be called suffering.

Ye Fan never thought that his body would be so devastated by the environment, and for the first time in his heart he developed awe of nature and heaven and earth.

When he set off to Feixue Mountain, it was night, and he was on his way down the mountain all day.

In the dark night sky, the exit of Feixue Mountain was the original entrance, still guarded by people of the Feixue Mountain sect.

Seeing Ye Fan dressed in Buddha clothes, looking embarrassed, and carrying a shoulder pole, the disciples of the Feixueshan school did not respond, but whispered: "Brother, when did Luohanbaosha have such embarrassed monks? Did you make a mistake!"

"Who knows, I saw an old monk go down the mountain a few years ago, just like him, half-dead, with almost no aura of cultivation base, it's just looking for sin!"

A disciple responded with a contemptuous look, and was quite disdainful of Ye Fan's staggering back.

They would never have thought that this half-tired figure was once the legendary disciple Ye Fan who disturbed the whole Nanban.

As for their conversation, Ye Fan only heard the front part, and the back part could no longer smell because he had already left.

What these people say has nothing to do with him.

Lingquan is actually a mountain spring with a small area. You can see it when you go down the Feixue Mountain. At this moment, under the moonlight, the mountain spring is steaming and bubbles are emerging, as if it were boiling.

Already hungry and exhausted, Ye Fan saw the hot spring water and immediately leaned down and took a big breath.

"puff……"

This spirit spring had not yet entered the abdomen, the next moment it was sprayed out by Ye Fan.

Although this Lingquan was hot, the entrance was very cold, a bit colder than the surrounding snow, but at the moment of entrance, the biting cold covered Ye Fan's whole body.

If swallowed in the abdomen, Ye Fan was afraid that it would freeze to death on the spot.

He raised his head and glanced at his surroundings. Under the Feixue Mountain, there was nothing else but the silver clothes in the dark night.

At this moment, Ye Fan's head is already a little dizzy, hungry and cold, and awkward. He wants to rest but can't get it. There is a farther distance from Snow City.

"No matter, let's go back to Baocha first!" Ye Fan forcibly raised his spirit, jumped two buckets of spring water from this spiritual spring, and rushed to the mountain with shaking step by step.

In these places, if he were to rest, Ye Fan was afraid he would never wake up again.

In the middle of the night, watching Ye Fan's black shadow pass by, the two gatekeepers of Feixue Mountain did not stop him, because they knew that this was the monk who had just descended from the mountain.

For this kind of people who are not threatening, they don't want to take care of them.

As the saying goes, going up the mountain is easy to get down, but for Ye Fan, it is the opposite. Going up the mountain is not only a state of exhaustion, but the two buckets are full of spiritual water, which is more difficult than before.

Halfway, Ye Fan was hungry and thirsty. He was really tired and tight. Thinking of his persistence, he stretched out his free right hand, suddenly rolled up a handful of snow from the ground, and slapped it into his mouth.

"Swipe..."

Bai Xue's mouth melted, and while bringing water, it also brought great cold, Ye Fan's body trembled violently, and his face became pale again.

Under such an extreme environment, one day's food can be tolerated, but if you don't drink water, you will definitely die.

Compared with death, cold is nothing.

On the way up the mountain, Ye Fan felt that death was closer to him than he had ever had before, even better than his soul being surrounded by ghostly spirit.

If a Buddha returns to Mahayana, he must go through suffering! Ye Fan had already understood what Monk Ji said the first time.

It's just that this suffering is much greater than Ye Fan imagined.

An ordinary man, facing the dangerous environment of the world, without a lot of perseverance, must have fallen.

When Ye Fan returned to the Luohan Baocha, it was already the next night, and the journey of returning was more difficult and time spent.

At the moment, there was a small gap left at the gate of Luohan Baocha, as if it had been left by Monk Ji for Ye Fan.

With a body that would fall down at any time, Ye Fan tremblingly came to the front of the room.

Looking through the window full of holes, there was a slight candlelight inside, and a figure was meditating.

"Master, I'm back!"

Ye Fan knocked on the door outside and said weakly.

"Crunch..."

The door opened spontaneously, and at the same time a faint voice from Monk Ji said: "Come back, let's water the golden body!"

"call……"

At this moment, Ye Fan's eyelids were heavy, and he almost couldn't hear what Monk Ji was talking about. He thought he could see the food that Monk Ji prepared for him when he came in, but in the end he didn't even have a glass of water.

As for the water of the Spirit Spring, drinking it will only get closer to death.

"Master, I'm about to die..."

Ye Fan's head was so dizzy that he told the truth.

"Ye Fan, as a teacher, I ask you, have you fallen along the way?"

Monk Ji's face was calm, and he didn't worry that Ye Fan would just fall to the ground.

"No, I didn't fall down once!"

Ye Fan forcibly raised his mind and replied.

"What about now? Only the last step, do you decide to fall? Once the spirit water escapes the ice and snow environment, it will evaporate. In this hut, it will soon disappear. Or, do you want a teacher to help you? water?"

Monk Ji glanced at Lingshui, his tone was stern for the first time.

"what?"

This made Ye Fan's mind startled, and he also looked at Lingshui, and saw that countless mists were drifting away, indeed evaporating.

"brush!"

How could Ye Fan watch the spirit water that was picked up with great pains? He didn't know where the power came from in his body. He raised a bucket with one hand and poured it directly on the golden body of the Buddha.

The mutation also appeared at this moment.