In the blink of an eye, another two months passed, the Buddhist conference had officially ended, and all Buddhist practitioners from other sects returned to their sects one after another.

Ye Fan lost the hard work of going down the mountain to carry water. He sat with his golden body every day. When he was hungry and sleepy, he went to eat some wild grass and wild vegetables. In such a day, he would be carefree and free and easy.

At this moment, the golden body, after being watered by the spiritual water, was no longer the same. Many damaged areas have basically recovered, and a faint golden light is emitted all over the body.

During two months, except for daily salutes, Monk Ji did not instruct Ye Fan to sweep the floor in front of the door, day after day, year after year.

On this day, a group of people suddenly came to the door of the Arhat Treasure Temple, and the leader was the graceful stepping on the waves.

"Little monk, go and inform your host, and say that the disciples from Feixue Mountain in the neighboring gate are asking for a meeting!"

Cao Feiyu was following Ta Lang's side at this moment and said arrogantly to Monk Ji.

"Dear donors, please wait!"

After Monk Ji glanced at them, he turned around and entered the Arhat treasure temple.

Those who are not Buddhist practitioners are not allowed to enter Buddhism, but this Feixue Mountain sect is an exception. After all, everyone lives in the same place and has many privileges.

After a moment, several middle-aged monks came out of the door and invited him to Talang and others, "Several friends, the host invites you in!"

After hearing this, Talang and others nodded and followed these middle-aged monks into the door.

Changing from "donor" to "friend", it can be seen that Luohan Baosha is very polite to Feixue Mountain.

"Amitabha! The light is coming, and it is time to become a Buddha!" ​​Looking at the confident and upright backs of Ta Lang and others, Monk Ji clasped his hands together and murmured secretly.

After saying that, he continued to pick up his broom and started a work that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"The donor of the thailang came here today, I don't know what happened?"

The former Zen Master Jin Song was standing in the Buddhist temple himself, waiting with a kind look on his face and walking on the waves.

The reputation of Stepping on the Waves in the Southern Barbarians may not be as good as Ye Fan, but he is definitely a famous person in Feixue Mountain.

The first disciple of the Feixue Mountain Sect and the youngest genius in the Baixue City area. Even Buddhist practitioners like Zen Master Jin Song also value him quite much.

"Zen Master, I am here today. I have a reluctant request. I hope the Zen Master can agree!"

Talang said respectfully in front of Zen Master Jin Song.

"Flying snow mountain is close to Luohan Baosha. What's the matter with you? Even if you can help, I will do my best!"

Zen Master Jin Song said sincerely.

"I'm here to try my best to come, and I'm inviting a battle to the Arhat Baosha!" Talang's words were only halfway through, and was interrupted by Zen Master Jin Song and said, "Invite to fight? But is there any Buddhist disciple disrespectful to you?"

"The Zen master is so serious. The person I invites to fight is not a Buddhist disciple, but he is in the precious treasure land. He takes his own Dharma name Huiming!" Talang shook his head and solved the mystery step by step.

"Hui Ming? There is no such person in the Arhat Baosha. It seems that he is indeed not my disciple. So do you know what his real name is?" Zen Master Jin Song seemed to recall it for a moment, then shook his head lightly and said.

"His real name is Ye Fan!"

Cao Feiyu interrupted from the side, his tone was very heavy, with a sense of resentment.

"What did you say? Ye Fan!"

When Zen Master Jin Song was shocked when he heard this name, he felt a sense of horror in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

He is afraid that he will never forget Ye Fan's name in this life.

"This guy is already in a devil's way. I was driven down the mountain by me half a year ago. How could he be still on the mountain? Have you made a mistake?"

When talking about Ye Fan, Zen Master Jin Song also became a little sensitive and hurriedly explained.

"No, he didn't leave, just practice hard in this Arhat treasure temple. Just search for the treasure temple by the Zen master, and you will definitely find him!"

Cao Feiyu interrupted again and said with certainty.

"Practice hard!" Zen Master Jin Song's eyes trembled slightly after hearing this, and then nodded and said, "The person with devils should not exist in Buddhism. I can help you!"

Zen Master Jin Song didn't want Ye Fan to be present. At this moment, it was just right to drive him away with the help of Feixue Mountain.

"Thank you, Zen Master!"

When Talang heard this, he brought everyone in Feixue Mountain to bow. In fact, he had known for a long time that Ye Fan was not a disciple of the Arhat Treasure Shadow. He still came to see Zen Master Jin Song this time, just to rely on his strength to force Ye Fan out.

The Arhat treasure temple is very big. If they are asked to find it themselves, they will get the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

"Master, the three major Buddha halls, four partial courtyards, and all the hundreds of houses have been found, but no strangers have been found!"

It was just a cup of tea that a Buddhist disciple came to the hall to report.

"No!"

After hearing this, Zen Master Jin Song put the tea he had originally planned to drink back on the table, and looked at Talang and said, "Tailang donor, look..."

"Impossible, there must be still a place I haven't found. Ye Fan has no cultivation. In the precious treasure temple, we have seen an old monk going down the mountain, but he has no cultivation. Will the two be related?"

In order to find out Ye Fan, Cao Feiyu did not hesitate to tell Ye Fan the secret.

"No cultivation!" These four words suddenly became the key point, reminding Zen Master Jin Song: "The old monk who had no cultivation had passed away and ascended to heaven at this moment, but I have never paid attention to his residence. This time, it should be the disciple who guarded the gate to live!"

"Yes, that disciple has no Buddha roots, so he has lived there for a long time!"

Zen Master Jin Song’s disciple nodded.

"You go and have a look!" Zen Master Jin Song said again after he remembered it, but he didn't expect much hope there.

He didn't really believe that Ye Fan would live with a little novice monk without Buddha roots, which would not save the former's life.

"No need, then Ye Fan is probably there, let's go there together!"

Cao Feiyu directly stopped the Buddhist disciple and said with great certainty.

Without cultivation, it has become a key point. Ye Fan and the old and young are the same people as the same place to live.

"Okay, I'll accompany you on a trip, but the battle between you has nothing to do with my Buddhism!"

Zen Master Jin Song nodded, and at the same time he was anxious to separate his relationship.

After all, Ye Fan's reputation was too high in the Southern Barbarians, and he was afraid that this would affect the reputation of the Arhat Treasure Temple.

Whether it is good or bad, it is not what Zen Master Jin Song wants to see. He only wants to be quiet and inaction, and to understand the Buddha's path with peace of mind.

"Don't worry, Zen Master, we will definitely not affect the precious treasure sword at all!" Talang immediately promised.

Although he didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, he actually had great expectations in his heart. The person he was about to face should be the real legend of the Southern Barbarians. He only heard of his reputation while not seeing him. This time he finally had a chance.

The quiet side room is isolated in the vast white snow, and this is a corner that is almost forgotten by everyone.

"Brush!"

In an instant, there was a rumbling sound of wind around the side room, and many figures appeared here, surrounding the hut.
Chapter completed!