The flowing water in the small bridge in the courtyard, the breeze blew across the ancient trees, and the fresh air even felt a hint of sweetness.

"The place is good. If you can have a maid or something, it would be better to serve him." Chen Feng even felt unscrupulous in his heart.

Mingkong's sister-in-law put the Buddhist scriptures and precepts in a temple. She didn't know what to say when facing Chen Feng. She obviously didn't know how to get along with this strange man.

"If there is nothing to do, you can go first. It's a long-distance fatigue. I also want to rest for a few days and go back to the nun. If there is anything in the future, I will go to find you." Chen Feng saw the sister-in-law who didn't know where to put her hands, and no longer wanted to tease her, and directly spoke to him.

"After a long time, you will probably be very uncomfortable with the cultivation environment of this kind of temple." Ancient tree stumps were in the mysterious stone chamber and smiled at Chen Feng.

"I don't care about so much now. If I have nothing to do in the future, I will find some errands in Mingsheng Temple. Now I am really tired and I have to have a good sleep." Chen Feng's eyes gradually showed a sense of dusk and walked towards the Zen room with exhaustion.

In the not-so-large Zen room, there was no incense burning, but a lot of fresh fruits were cut. Chen Feng, who entered it, was very satisfied. He took off his blood-colored longevity ginseng black robe, walked directly to the bamboo couch and lay down.

It’s not too short that Chen Feng has entered the mountains of thousands of miles away. He has been fighting with others all the way, and his faint fatigue is not pretending. Over the long years, he can’t even remember when he can sleep so peacefully.

The scenes of years of glorious years have been constantly emerging in Chen Feng's mind.

The past is like a flash of light. Many of the enemies in the past died, and the faces of Jiang Tianlang, Huang Wenji and others kept popping up in Chen Feng's mind, and some of the friends around him also returned and left.

Through the unscrupulous efforts, Chen Feng certainly gained a lot of gains and opportunities, but his dreams and beautiful longings became loneliness and loneliness.

When recalling the old events, Chen Feng felt a sense of vagueness. It seemed that he had not experienced the joy brought by cultivation for a long time.

Once upon a time, Chen Feng was still quite excited to be able to fly. After years of fighting, the heat in his past heart gradually became cold, leaving only a trace of memories.

Chen Feng, who was lying on the bamboo couch, slept for ten days. During the process of recovering from his fatigue and trauma, no one came to disturb Mingsheng'an. He cherished this rare peace and leisure even more.

The sun and the moon alternate, the clouds roll and the clouds in the sky are unfolding, and the figure of the sister-in-law of Mingsheng Temple is walking in the mountains. It is like the leisurely flowing light and shadow.

The ancient trees in the courtyard where Jingshui Temple are located fallen leaves in the breeze.

The entire Mingsheng Peak is natural and peaceful, as if there is no one or any other thing that can break this leisure.

When it was still dark, the sound of many innocent sisters' morning class sounded in the peak. At night, the stars shone brightly. Once the ethereal and concentrating chanting stopped, the peak quickly returned to peace and tranquility.

Thirty days later, Ming Sheng'an did not change any changes because of Chen Feng, the only male cultivator.

“Woo~~~”

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open. Ruan Yun, wearing a white and yellow monk's robe and a monk's hat, entered Jingshui Temple and found that Chen Feng was still sleeping. Not only was he not surprised, but he was very calm.

It was not until Ruan Yun entered the Zen room that Chen Feng felt as if he was aware of it. He turned over on the bamboo couch, and a squeaking sound came out.

"Since you're here, why don't you talk?"

Chen Feng, who was lying on the side curled up on the bamboo couch, did not open his eyes, and his face showed a lazy and comfortable look.

"Did you sleep all the time for such a long time?"

Ruan Yun's entire aura had less sharpness than before entering Mingsheng Peak.

"It's only been more than thirty days. Is it still long? I have worked so hard over the years and finally found a place to rest. I should have a good rest and remember the glorious years of the past." Chen Feng slowly stood up and calmed down his mind.

Feeling that Chen Feng's mind was much clearer, but his eyes were covered with fatigue. Ruan Yun didn't realize until then that the man had entered a period of fatigue early in the morning, but he was in a difficult situation and was holding on.

"Are you still used to this place? I have been fighting and killing for many years. It is rare to have a place to rest. I think it's very good." Chen Feng took out his jade cigarette pipe and lit it.

"I'm afraid you can't keep calm like this. It's a very eye-catching thing to have an extra male cultivator in Mingsheng's house. Besides, you're wearing a blood-colored longevity ginseng black robe and don't know how to restrain yourself. It would be strange if you go out for a while and don't have any problems." Ruan Yun glanced at the black robe that was taken off by Chen Feng, and seemed to have some doubts about whether he could withstand loneliness.

"It's just a robe. It's fine if you don't wear it. Although it's not a golden basin wash, you've already become a monk. I'll be careful in the future." Chen Feng smiled lazyly, and walked out of the Zen room wearing his underwear.

"Do you really plan to not go out here?"

Ruan Yun followed Chen Feng to the courtyard and confirmed to him with great concern.

"Since it's inconvenient to go out, it's good to stay in this Jingshui Temple to adjust your mood. In fact, after so many years of fighting, not only my own situation, but even the treasures I have are no longer able to sustain." Chen Feng rarely showed his sincere expression, and his mood became much more relaxed.

"It's better to let it go. There is a monk's robe here. If you want to go out and walk around in the future, it's more convenient to wear it." Ruan Yun smiled and placed a set of gray monk's robe on the small stone table in the courtyard.

Seeing Ruan Yun's departure, Chen Feng just smiled and said nothing.

"Let me out for some breath, too."

The ancient tree stump sounded in the mysterious stone chamber, as if it was a suffocation.

"Buzz~~~"

The wilted bracelet shook faintly, and after the bright black and bright shiny charm of the old tree stump that one person could hold had appeared in the courtyard.

"What exactly is the return spirit foundation you care about?"

Chen Feng took it out of the storage bag, took out many items and placed them in the courtyard in a mess.

"The Luan Zikun recovered from his injuries before. Didn't you see it too?" The ancient tree stump pierced part of the roots into the ground of the courtyard.

"The power aura of this little fat man is extremely condensed, and even the treasures are extremely heavy. It seems to be an ancient treasure, and it is different from many treasures." Chen Feng placed a small flying knife and a roll of bamboo slips on the section of the ancient tree stump.

"That's because these two ancient treasures have been sacrificed and refined by him and can even be collected in his body." The ancient tree stump carries heavy treasures, but nothing unusual happened.

"It is not difficult to hold the treasure in my body. I even swallowed all the fairy treasures into my belly." Chen Feng said calmly while smoking his cigarette puddle.

"What Xin'er said about collecting it into her body refers to the sea of ​​qi in the dantian and the sea of ​​consciousness in the spirit. It is very different from your rough means of swallowing it into your belly." The ancient tree stump said disdainfully.

"There are many strange monks. I have seen some people who can contain ancient treasures in their bodies before, but I want to know what kind of help this little fat man can provide me with the source spirit base." Chen Feng looked lazy and had no intention of being anxious.

"Buzz~~~"

Just as Chen Feng's words fell, the ancient tree stump quickly poked out a root and accidentally pointed it on the dry bracelet on his right wrist.

"Ba~~~"

Under the impact of the force compressed into a little force on the roots of the ancient tree stump, a wilted pearl on the bracelet even collapsed, as if it had no ability to resist.

This incident really shocked Chen Feng. He could no longer maintain his calmness and comfort, so he jumped backwards.

He hit a broken ancient tree stump with a barren pearl, put away the roots, and did not pursue Chen Feng again.

Seeing the broken and wilted pearls merged and recovered again, without even leaving any cracks, Chen Feng's tense heart loosened a little.

"What did you do just now?"

After realizing that the shattered withered pearls contained in the mysterious stone chamber, the situation inside was not seriously damaged after recovery, Chen Feng still yelled a little dissatisfied.

"Xin'er just wants you to realize that this bracelet is so broken that it can't be repaired. If it cannot be repaired, it will collapse without pressure from others." The ancient tree stump said with a smile at Chen Feng.

"Stop keeping it aside, do you have any solutions?" Chen Feng was no longer lazy and peaceful at this time, and his calm aura was also broken.

"Although the immortal spiritual foundation of return to the source has many characteristics, it is not very different from other immortal spiritual foundations. The important thing is the return to the source. This ancient essay is like the ordinary ancient essay, and it is produced in the realm of the universe's source. In addition, the immortal essay is respectfully called the three ancient essays by the strong man in the world. No one knows the origin and true form of the ancient essays. However, the marks of the three ancient essays alone have unpredictable mystery!" The ancient stump revealed some secrets of the universe that surprised Chen Feng.

"Then the Thirty-Six Path Ancient Arts on me..."

Chen Feng's expression was a little weird, making people unable to tell whether he was excited or disappointed.

"It's just a faint mark. If it was really a slight seal in the realm of the universe's origin, let alone make you invincible in the universe, just a spiritual practitioner like you would have died long ago." The ancient tree stump broke Chen Feng's fantasy with a smile.

"The woman who traded with me before, said these ancient texts, seems to be invisible to be engraved. Since it is a weak engraving, why does it exist?" Chen Feng looked at his body, as if he was not giving up.

"Ordinary monks naturally cannot remember or engrave them, but don't forget where the Lingxu Realm is. As a place where the ancestors are buried, it is not that simple. Otherwise, how could the past ancestral battle besides your imagination!" The ancient tree stump sighed and said.

Since Chen Feng obtained the ancient seal of the Thirty-Six Dao Yi, even if he could not understand it, he still benefited greatly.

This time, the ancient tree stump mentioned the return method again, which made him have some guesses about Luan Zikun's corpse.

The spirit sealing corpse belt of Luan Zikun's corpse was quickly removed, and the shrinking corpse quickly turned into an ordinary size.

"It's fine to return to the source spiritual foundation, where do you mean to return to the source exist?" Chen Feng used Wuji Ba Yi to check Luan Zikun's corpse and asked at the ancient tree stump.

"After pulling out his Qingxu flesh armor, try to use the ancient mark to touch his body." The ancient tree stump seemed to be in a hurry and panic. It seemed to be very confident.

"Buzz~~~"

Chen Feng's left hand turned into a faint light and shadow, and he sucked it into Luan Zikun's chest, but it did not cause his body to be injured.

After Chen Feng grabbed a layer of rhyme light with his left claw and escaped from Luan Zikun's corpse, the spiritual foundation of the return source contained in his corpse became more and more misty, which gave people a sense of mystery.

Without even exploring the narrowing transparent rhyme light, Chen Feng threw it on the section of the ancient tree stump. The Thirty-Six Paths of Ancient Arts soon emerged from his mind changes.

When the Thirty-Six Dao Ancient Art was reached, he gathered in the palm of Chen Feng's right hand to form a mark formed by the mysterious ancient text of the Thirty-Six Rings. He had tried to press his right palm on the chest of Luan Zikun's corpse.

"Buzz~~~"

Under the touch of the ancient seal, Luan Zikun's misty return to the source spirit base actually rebounded, raising Chen Feng's right palm away.

Seeing the ripples of Luan Zikun's body, the Return Source Spirit Foundation actually condensed pieces while the mystery was dispersing, and finally turned into thirty-six ancient texts that were quite similar to the ordinary ancient techniques, Chen Feng couldn't help but look surprised on his face.

"Hurry and try to put the return source mark into your body. The immortal spiritual foundation is incomparable to this mark." The ancient tree stump seemed to be alert and urged Chen Feng.

"Cake~~~"

Chen Feng's devouring power increased greatly, and his left claw grabbed the center of the thirty-six paths of return to the source technique like lightning.

"Idiot, don't use force, try to pull..." Before the ancient tree stump's a little annoyed voice fell, Chen Feng's left claw had already grabbed the thirty-six marks of return to the source.

"Boom~~~"

A huge vibration rose up in the courtyard, even shaking the Zen meaning of Mingsheng Peak.

I'm afraid even Ruan Yun, who had just left, didn't expect that Chen Feng would be content with his own mind in Mingsheng Temple, and then he would cause a situation to disperse the entire Mingshengfeng Zen spirit.

Chen Feng, who forcibly grasped the thirty-six marks of return to the source, was attached by the return to the source technique, and his flesh and blood were twisted and broken.

"Damn, my life is over..."

Feeling the unpredictable terrifying power of the ancient Zhenyu Art, Chen Feng almost wailed.
To be continued...