Immortal Martial God Chapter 367: The comer is not good

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Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Seventh, The Visitors Are Not Good

"Okay, okay, I don't want to fight." Mengdie pouted her mouth and was very upset, but then, her pair of big eyes turned, and she smiled weirdly: "I won't save you That’s fine."

"You have been imprisoned for three years, and I will come to see you every day, every day I will make good food for you, and serve you well to take care of you. At least for these three years, you are my person, you can't escape."

Xiang Nan is angry and funny, but his heart is warm, but his mood is very complicated.

What this Mengdie did to Xiang Nan really moved Xiang Nan, but she happened to be a member of the Demon Sect, a demon girl who didn't blink.

Xiang Nanping hates those who regard human life as a mustache in his life, but he can't hate this dream butterfly many times.

"Is it a double standard? I don't hate her only because she treats me well?" Xiang Nan shook his head helplessly, thinking of the experience with the old monk again in his heart, and was filled with emotion.

When Xiang Nan finished eating, Mengdie took the hurdle and left with a humming tune.

After that, Xiang Nan entered the eighteenth dungeon and continued to learn the Heart Sutra from the old monk.

The next day, the Mengdie really came again.

The dishes she brought this time were completely different from yesterday. There was no one that was reproduced. At first glance, it took a lot of thought.

Xiang Nan said while eating: "Why is Feiyun Temple willing to let you come in and see me every day? Their clear rules and precepts are very strict."

Mengdie put her cheeks in her hands, looked at Xiang Nan idiotically at dinner, and said: "You are not a felony, and I spent a lot of money on repairing the temple for them, so they are only generous." /

"Yeah." Xiang Nan lowered his head slightly, was a little uncomfortable with Mengdie's fiery eyes, and said: "By the way, why can your age change at will, sometimes it's a little girl, sometimes Ten years old, and sometimes seventeen or eighteen years old."

"Which is your true age? Wouldn't you be a seven-year-old and eighty-year-old woman?" Xiang Nan suddenly felt a chill.

The flowers of Meng Dixiao trembled: "My practice is like this. You can stay young forever, and you can change your age at will. You have seen my master and her old man, how old is she?"

Xiang Nan suddenly said: "No wonder, I think your master is so powerful that even our three generations of elders of the Haoran Sect are afraid of her, but she looks young and looks more like your sister."

Mengdie laughed and said: "But you guessed one thing correctly. I am eighty-nine years old this year, and I can be your grandma."

Hey, Xiang Nan's chopsticks fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Mengdie smiled while covering her mouth, tears came out.

"Smelly wood, I lied to you, my talent is so good, how can I only cultivate to the fifth level of Tianyuan at the age of eighty-nine, I am only 21 years old this year, four years older than you."

Xiang Nan is speechless, Xindao, this woman has always spoken unreliable, I don't know which sentence is true and which sentence is false, but the age should be true.

"Are you full?" Mengdie took the dishes and wiped Xiang Nan's rice grains intimately, saying: "I'll go to the southern part of the Western Region in a while to find the best side dishes for you. "

"Huh?" Xiang Nan said in surprise: "These are the food you found from the Western Regions? I thought you made them."

Mengdie winked at Xiang Nan and bounced away.

Xiang Nan's heart became more and more moved, this woman, in order to change her taste every day, actually traveled a long way to find food in the Western Regions.

Xiang Nan stabilized his mind and went to the eighteenth floor.

As soon as today arrived, the old monk fixedly looked at Xiang Nan for a long time and sighed: "Donor, your heart is upset."

Xiang Nan shook his head and said in his heart, it's impossible. How could I fall in love with that witch? I have long lost confidence in love.

"I will pass on a section of your Heart Sutra today. Please remember it carefully and go back to practice." The old monk did not tell Xiang Nando, and directly began to recite the Heart Sutra dictation.

For the next ten full days, Mengdie came every day, and Xiang Nan went to the 18th-story dungeon to practice with the old monk when he was full.

At the same time, Xiang Nan felt extremely shocked by the Heart Sutra. He had never seen such a long mind formula!

For nearly eighteen days, he has been studying a large section of the Heart Sutra every day, but he has not finished learning until today. The complexity of this Heart Sutra is more frightening than the Sun Divine Art.

By the twentieth day, Mengdie came much later than usual today.

"She may not be here today, let me go down first." Xiang Nan went straight into the 18th dungeon.

At the same time, the world above.

The sky is changing, and the countless humans and monster warriors on the ground are all scared to come out.

And in the high sky, a shining bright light roared and hovered directly above Feiyun Temple.

"Hao Ranzong, three generations of elders, Song Mingcheng came to see you!"

Above the clouds, standing black and crushing more than a hundred people, the three leading people, all of them are semi-holy strong!

Behind them, there are still a large number of young disciples who stand out of thin air relying on the vitality of a semi-sage master.

These three semi-sage masters came to the Western Regions, enough to shake half of the martial arts world of the Western Regions!

In Feiyun Temple, there was chaos up and down, and the complexions of many elders in the temple changed drastically.

I heard an old and twilight voice from the depths of the temple. The voice said hoarsely: "Friends, please come to the temple to see you."

The Song Mingcheng smiled slightly and brought a large number of people down to the front yard of Feiyun Temple.

At this time, the two little monks had already struck an ancient bell in the temple, and all monks in the temple all ran to the front yard to gather.

All the elders of Feiyun Temple have arrived. Behind them are thousands of black monks of different generations.

The appearance of Song Ming Chengsheng is dignified, with a standard Chinese character face, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, straight nose and wide mouth, and he looks full of righteousness at first glance.

Song Mingcheng clasped his fist and said: "Please also the abbot of your temple to come and meet."

As soon as the voice fell, between the monk and Song Mingcheng, an old voice suddenly appeared: "Isn't the poor monk here."

That Song Mingcheng was suddenly startled, and at some point before him, there was an old monk standing.

The monk wore a robes with a numbered musical notation, with patches on it, and the monk had a peaceful face with a slight smile.

"Are you the host of Feiyun Temple?" Song Mingcheng's heart jumped wildly, and said hurriedly: "In the third generation of Haoranzong, Song Mingcheng, I met the abbot."

"Well, the benefactor is too polite." The abbot folded his hands together and bowed slightly.

The young people behind Song Mingcheng were all dumbfounded. The abbot didn't seem to have any strong aura, but he gave people an unfathomable feeling, like a starry sky.

The abbot said to an elder from the precepts academy behind him: "Brother, go and release all those who have not committed crimes in the dungeon."

"Abbot!" The elder's face changed slightly.

"Go ahead." The abbot smiled faintly.

The elder's face suddenly turned pale, and he walked toward the dungeon, feeling anxious in his heart.

Why put people in the dungeon who have not committed crimes? Obviously, the abbot knew that today's Feiyun Temple disaster was imminent. His old man had a compassionate heart and did not want to implicate those innocent outsiders.