"Hmph! I don't care whether your name is real or fake, but with your bald donkey's head, standard Buddhist gestures, and fluent Buddhist mantras, you dare to say that you are a person with no family or sect?" the woman snorted coldly.

"If you don't have hair, you are a monk? Are monks allowed to shave their heads, but others can't?" Ling Fan asked in confusion.

"Haha! You dare to quibble, you are really not afraid of death." The woman sneered.

"How can I quibble? And what I said is all the truth. If you don't believe it, you can ask the villagers near the Wolong Mountains. They can testify that I, Ling Fan, am really not a monk." Ling Fan insisted.

The woman's expression was uncertain at this time, her eyes were staring directly into Ling Fan's eyes, and her brows were sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed. She was obviously judging the authenticity of Ling Fan's words, but Ling Fan's clear eyes made people feel

There is no intention to deceive at all.

But what the woman was confused about was that Ling Fan had no cultivation and was clearly an ordinary person. But how could an ordinary person have such great power?

Then recalling what happened before, the woman's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. It was just an embarrassed expression, but it was covered by the frost on the surface, and no ripples could be seen.

There was silence for a while, and now Ling Fan and the woman in white were facing each other.

After a long stalemate, the woman suddenly pulled out her long sword. But the tip of the long sword was now pointed directly at Ling Fan's eyes and said fiercely:

"I'll spare you for now, but please remember, don't tell anyone what happened today. If you spread the word and let me know about it, I will definitely dig out your eyes, cut out your tongue, and take out your heart and lungs

, let you be smashed to pieces."

"Okay, I'll remember it!" Ling Fan touched his throat, thinking that his life was saved, and immediately agreed.

The woman glanced around, and finally her eyes fell on Ling Fan again. Her brows furrowed, but then relaxed.

As the sword was retracted, the woman turned around, kicked off her feet, and flew up the waterfall in two or three steps like a flying swallow. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from Ling Fan's eyes.

"What an amazing Qinggong!" Ling Fan was dumbfounded again when he saw this. Not only was his speed extremely fast, but his movements were also very graceful. However, then Ling Fan seemed to suddenly remember something and shouted loudly in the direction of the woman's departure.

shouted: "I told you my name, but you haven't told me your name yet?"

Whether it was because the woman had gone away or because the sound of the waterfall blocked Ling Fan's voice, Ling Fan didn't hear any response for a long time.

All of this seemed like a dream, but the small wound on Ling Fan's throat and the five-flowered python lying on the ground, which did not dare to move at this moment, confirmed that all of this had indeed happened.

"hey-hey!"

Ling Fan thought to himself that even if it was a dream, it was not a nightmare. On the contrary, it was still an erotic dream. And recalling all the previous events, Ling Fan couldn't help but raise his head and giggle.

However, when his eyes saw the color of the sky above his head, Ling Fan's smile suddenly stopped, and then he shouted "Wow" and said: "Damn! It's so late, I'm going to get scolded by the master again!"

"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Fan raised his feet and ran up the mountain wall. When he passed by the big python, Ling Fan glared at it angrily, and then without hesitation, he ran to the waterfall and climbed up quickly along the mountain wall.

Go up.

…

Twenty miles away from the mountain waterfall, there is a mountain called Danxia Mountain. Danxia Mountain is already on the edge of the Wolong Mountains and is relatively close to nearby villages.

Halfway up Danxia Mountain, there used to be a dilapidated old temple. The old temple had a history of many years. Most of the houses in the temple had collapsed, and the Buddha statues enshrined were also fragmented and incomplete.

And when Ling Fan and his master came here, they could still live in it after repairs. But everything in the house had been repaired, but the Buddha statues had not been touched.

It was almost evening. In the large courtyard of the temple, an old man was lying on a wooden chair. The old man's shiny head was very conspicuous, but the white eyebrows and beard, as well as the layers of wrinkles on his face, exposed it.

Despite his old age, the old man was wearing a tattered robe. Due to the many patches on the top and bottom of the robe, he looked almost like an old beggar.

The old man was holding a wine bottle in his right hand, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the beard at the corner of his mouth was dripping with water. But he didn't know whether it was saliva or wine.

The temple is extremely simple, without any furnishings, except for some unknown herbs drying on the ground inside the courtyard.

"Master, my apprentice is back!"

Ling Fan ran into the temple carrying a basket and shouted loudly.

"Snort!"

Seeing no one responded, instead he heard a snoring sound. Ling Fan immediately covered his mouth, stood on tiptoes, and walked into the courtyard with his head and neck shrinking. Then he took off the basket and placed the herbs inside one by one.

On the open space in the courtyard.

"Xiaofan, why are you back so late?"

Ling Fan thought that if he was careful not to make any noise, he would not wake up the old man, but at this moment the old man suddenly asked.

"Ahem! Master! My disciple had a few moves with a five-flowered python today, so it was a little delayed." Ling Fan lied.

"Hmph! It's just a python, and it takes you so long?" Although the old man was still lying with his eyes closed, he seemed to have seen through Ling Fan's lies.

"Hehe!" Ling Fan saw that his lie was seen through, so he laughed playfully, touched the back of his shiny head, and then said: "This can be seen through by the master, the master is really powerful. But, with the five-flowered python,

It was true that we had a fight, but what really made my disciple lose his time was that he met a fairy!"

"boom!"

When the old man heard the sound, he couldn't help but be startled, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and the wine bottle he was carrying in his right hand suddenly hit the ground.

When Ling Fan saw this, he thought something was wrong, but unexpectedly the old man suddenly jumped up. Then he searched around the temple with his eyes: "Fairy? Where is the fairy?"

"She...she's gone!" Ling Fan was startled by his master's sudden move and said.

However, when the old man heard the sound, his originally glowing eyes gradually dimmed. An imperceptible look of disappointment also appeared on his face.

"kindness?"

When the old man's eyes fell on Ling Fan, he found a small wound on Ling Fan's neck.

"Fan'er, tell me quickly, what happened today?" the old man said in a serious tone.

Ling Fan saw his master's eyes locked on his neck. It seemed that if he didn't explain things clearly today, his master would definitely not let him go.

"But, Master, she doesn't allow her disciple to tell anyone about her encounter with her." Ling Fan still hesitated.

"Don't tell me, right?" After hearing this, the old man stood up and walked slowly to Ling Fan. Then he turned around, looked up at the sky and said, "Aunt Niu from Xinghua Village said that she
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