“Crunch!”

His feet stepped on the snow and made a stinging sound. Ye Fan's speed was completely impossible to say the same day. This time, he was really moving towards 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 felt like. Under normal circumstances, he could only walk the journey in a flash, not even a flash.

But at this moment, it took him most of the day to walk this mountain road, and the cold wind on Feixue Mountain was biting. Ye Fan shivered while walking, his lips turned white, and he was very cold.

The spiritual spring mentioned by Monk Ji exists at the foot of Feixue Mountain, which is somewhat similar to the location of Feixue Mountain Sect.

At this moment, Ye Fan's cultivation has been lost and he is actually very dangerous to pass through Feixue Mountain.

"call……"

In the vast snow-capped mountains, Ye Fan was walking alone, lonely and lonely. Before he could go down the mountain, Ye Fan's steps began to tremble, and his abdomen was even more hungry.

All kinds of tiredness that had not been felt for a long time surged into Ye Fan's heart, and it was really uncomfortable.

This kind of pain is different from the pain caused by fighting injuries, and should be called torture.

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

When he set foot on the Feixue Mountain, it was already dark and for a day, he was on the way down the mountain.

The dark night sky, the exit of Feixue Mountain, is the original entrance, and people from the Feixue Mountain Sect are still guarded by people.

Seeing Ye Fan wearing a Buddhist suit, looking embarrassed and carrying a shoulder pole, the disciples of the Feixue Mountain Sect ignored him and whispered: "Senior Brother, when did this Arhat Baosha have such a embarrassed monk? You can't have made any mistake!"

"Who knows, a few years ago, I saw an old monk going down the mountain. He was like him, half-dead, with almost no cultivation aura, and he was simply asking for trouble!"

A disciple looked at Ye Fan with contempt and was quite disdainful of Ye Fan's staggering back.

Even if they were beaten to death, they would never have thought that this tired figure was once the legendary disciple Ye Fan who stirred up the bloody storm of the Southern Man.

Regarding their conversation, Ye Fan only heard the front part, and the back part had already left and could no longer smell it.

What these people say actually have nothing to do with him.

Lingquan is actually a mountain spring, with a small area, you can see it when you fall into the snowy mountain. At this moment, under the moonlight, the mountain spring is steaming with heat, and bubbles appear, as if it is boiling.

Already hungry and extremely tired Ye Fan saw the hot spring water, he immediately bent down and took a big sip.

"puff……"

Before this spiritual spring could enter the stomach, it was sprayed out by Ye Fan the next moment.

Although the spiritual spring was steaming, its entrance was very cold, a little colder than the snow around it. However, the moment it entered, the biting cold covered Ye Fan's whole body.

If it is swallowed into the belly, Ye Fan will be afraid that he will freeze to death on the spot.

I looked up at the surroundings and saw that under the snowy mountain, there was nothing else except the silver-covered in the dark night.

Ye Fan's head was already a little dizzy at this moment, hungry and cold, exhausted, and wanted to rest but couldn't get it. This place is a farther distance from Snow White City.

"Forget it, let's go back to Baosha first!" Ye Fan forced himself up, jumped two buckets of spring water from the spiritual spring, and rushed up the mountain with trembling steps.

If you rest in this place, Ye Fan is afraid that he will never wake up again.

In the middle of the night, watching Ye Fan's dark shadow pass by, the two disciples guarding the Feixue Mountain did not stop him, because they knew that this was the monk who had just gone down the mountain.

They don't want to worry too much about such people who are not threatening.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain, but for Ye Fan, it is just the opposite. Going up the mountain is not only a state of exhaustion, but the two buckets are filled with spiritual water, which is even more difficult than when they came.

Halfway through, Ye Fan was hungry and thirsty, and was so tired that he thought about his persistence that he stretched out his empty right hand, suddenly rolled up a handful of white snow from the ground, and slapped it into his mouth.

"Brush..."

The snow melted in the mouth. While bringing water, it also brought great coldness. Ye Fan's body trembled violently and his face turned pale a little.

In such an extreme environment, eating a day is still tolerant, but if you don’t drink water, you will definitely die.

Compared to death, cold is nothing.

On the way up the mountain, Ye Fan felt that death was close to him that he had never seen before, even better than the soul being surrounded by the demonic energy of the ghost.

When the Buddha returns to the Mahayana, he will go through suffering! Ye Fan already understood what Monk Ji said on the first trip.

But this suffering is much greater than Ye Fan imagined.

An ordinary person, facing the dangerous environment of heaven and earth, will definitely fall without any perseverance.

When Ye Fan returned to the Arhat Treasure Temple, it was the next night. The journey of return was even more difficult and time was spent.

There was a small gap left at the gate of the Arhat Treasure Temple, as if it was left by Monk Ji for Ye Fan.

With his body that would fall down at any time, Ye Fan trembled to the side room.

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

"Master, I'm back!"

Ye Fan knocked on the door outside and said weakly.

"Cruff..."

The door opened spontaneously, and at the same time, Monk Ji's voice came from a faint voice: "I'm back, watering the golden body!"

"call……"

At this moment, Ye Fan's eyelids were heavy, and he could hardly hear what Monk Ji was saying. He thought he could see the food prepared by Monk Ji 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 be closer to death.

"Master, I'm almost out of reach..."

Ye Fan was so dizzy that he told the truth.

"Ye Fan, let me ask you, have you fallen along the way?"

Monk Ji's face was calm, and he was not worried that Ye Fan would fall to the ground.

"No, I haven't fallen yet!"

Ye Fan forced himself to answer.

"What about now? Only one last step is left. Do you decide to fall down? Once the spiritual water is out of the ice and snow environment, it will evaporate and disappear in this hut, or do you want your teacher to help you water it?"

Monk Ji glanced at Lingshui, and his tone became a little stern for the first time.

"What?"

These words shocked Ye Fan and looked at the spiritual water, and saw countless mists floating away, indeed evaporating.

"brush!"

How could Ye Fan watch the spiritual water he had worked hard to pick up? The power from nowhere in his body raised a bucket with one hand and poured it directly on the golden body of the Buddha statue.

And the change also appeared at this moment. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!