World Wide Martial Art

Ye Feng hesitated. He slowly sat on the charred ground, looking at the broken body of Hu Ling'er in his arms, his eyes became confused.

"Boy, don't hesitate. She's just a woman. How could it be worth giving up such great power for you?"

The voice sounded again, but Ye Feng's eyes became firm. He held Hu Ling'er's arms tightly and said in a deep voice.

"She died for me. No matter what, I will save her!"

"Don't say I have to give up my power. Even if I have to give up my own life to save her, I am willing!"

Ye Feng said in a deep voice: "I am willing to give up my power as long as I can bring Hu Ling'er back to life. Please help me."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Feng found that the charred land under him began to dissipate, and Hu Ling'er in his arms also became illusory and gradually disappeared.

The world also turned into illusions, and everything disappeared without a trace. Instead, there was a golden hall, in which tall and majestic Buddha sculptures were enshrined.

In the center of the hall, there was a skinny old monk sitting cross-legged. He looked at Ye Feng and smiled.

"Donor, congratulations on passing the test." The old monk looked at Ye Feng and said. Ye Feng ignored the old monk, but looked to his side anxiously. When he saw Hu Ling'er standing beside him with her eyes closed peacefully, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're fine." Ye Feng smiled and then looked at the old monk. He remembered the old monk's voice just now and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "You are..." Ye Feng was in a trance for a while. The memories in his mind were a little chaotic. The memories of the second son of the Li family in Chaoguo and the residual soul of the original body were intertwined, making him unable to tell which was true and which was false. But what Ye Feng could be sure of was that the voice of the old monk in front of him was exactly the same as the voice he heard in the strange wilderness. It was the same person. "What I just experienced was an illusion!" After a while, Ye Feng's consciousness returned to normal. He looked at the old monk and showed a look of sudden enlightenment. "Donor, you have extraordinary understanding." The old monk nodded slightly. "You are the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple."

Ye Feng recalled the previous incident. He met Elder Jin Qiu, who told him that if he wanted to leave the Golden Buddha Temple, he had to pass through the main hall, and the abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple was guarding the main hall.

"Yes, I am really the abbot of this temple, and my Dharma name is Daoan."

Daoan said apologetically: "Drag the donor into the reincarnation illusion, which is actually the request of the temple spirit of this temple. I can't refuse, and I hope the donor will not blame me."

"Temple spirit..."

Ye Feng's eyes showed a thoughtful look. He had learned from Elder Jin Qiu that there was a spirit in the Golden Buddha Temple, and the Golden Buddha Temple spirit had specially pulled him and Hu Ling'er into the temple.

He had always been puzzled about the purpose of the Golden Buddha Temple spirit. Now that he saw Master Daoan, he naturally had to ask.

"Senior, since you said that the Golden Buddha Temple spirit asked you to do this, can you tell me why the temple spirit did this?"

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

Daoan smiled calmly upon hearing this, "The donor has successfully passed the test of the reincarnation illusion. Next, you will be able to see the temple spirit. It will answer any questions you have. Why should I tell you?" "Is that so..." Ye Feng nodded slightly, looked at Hu Ling'er who still had her eyes closed, and said, "Senior, is my companion experiencing another illusion?" "No, she is in the same illusion as you." Daoan shook his head. "Then why did she..." Ye Feng's tone stagnated, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, "She died in the illusion, could she be a real god!" "No." Daoan saw that Ye Feng was anxious, and waved his hand quickly. "This donor woke up with you, I don't know why she closed her eyes." Hearing this, Ye Feng was stunned. He looked at Hu Ling'er in confusion. The little girl also opened her eyes and looked at him at this time, her little face flushed with shame. "Since you have awakened, why do you have to pretend." Ye Feng asked helplessly. "I... Hehe." Hu Ling'er scratched her head, but her pretty face turned even redder. She turned her head away and didn't talk to him. Seeing this, Ye Feng felt speechless, but he could do nothing but shake his head. "Since we have passed the illusion test, we can leave through the forest path after seeing the temple spirit next." "Of course." Master Daoan nodded. "Where is the temple spirit? Since it insists on us entering the temple, it must have something to do. Why doesn't it show up to see us?" Ye Feng said in a deep voice. He could probably conclude that the temple spirit had no ill intentions, and the people of the Golden Buddha Temple were all kind-hearted people, but being forced to enter the temple and undergo the illusion test, he was still a little angry in his heart. "If the donor goes to the forest path, he can naturally see the temple spirit. He told me that he has prepared tea for the donor." Master Daoan laughed. "Humph." Although Ye Feng was unhappy, the other party was so polite that he could only snort coldly and couldn't say anything excessive. "In that case, let's go meet him."

Ye Feng held Hu Ling'er's hand and came to the back of the hall. Behind the hall were houses that looked like the place where monks used to practice in seclusion.

One of them was a door, which was the back door of the hall. After leaving the hall through the door, Ye Feng saw a deep forest path.

The path was very narrow and long, and it looked very strange. It was winding and had countless corners, and there was no exit at all.

Ye Feng frowned slightly. This path was a bit strange. Leaving through here seemed to be deliberately making things difficult.

"I want to see what your plans are.

"

Ye Feng's face was gloomy, and he led Hu Ling'er into the path. After walking on the winding path for a long time, the front suddenly opened up, and a pavilion appeared.

The pavilion is planted with bright flowers, which are fragrant. There are also many birds with bright feathers flying in the pavilion, chirping with clear and sweet sounds.

Seeing these birds, Ye Feng couldn't help but think of Ye Ling, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Your Excellency seems to be thinking of happy things."

A clear voice sounded, and Ye Feng followed the sound. In the pavilion, a young man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan looked at Ye Feng with a warm smile.

On the stone table in front of the young master, there were several cups of tea. The tea exuded a refreshing fragrance. Even from a long distance, Ye Feng could smell this smell and his spirits were lifted.

"Are you the spirit of the Golden Buddha Temple?

"

Ye Feng looked at the young master. He originally thought that the temple spirit was just a consciousness, but he did not expect that the other party had already condensed into a physical form. This was the completion of the evolution of life levels.

A spiritual weapon or spiritual object can give birth to consciousness, which is more difficult than ordinary monsters to give birth to intelligence.

The condensed form of spiritual objects is similar to the transformation of monsters into humans, but it is a thousand times more difficult to transform into humans.

Every spiritual object that condenses the form can be said to be blessed by heaven and earth, and its rarity is comparable to a water soul like Hu Ling'er.