Hu Qingpeng reluctantly lifted his true energy to protect himself, and quickly floated to the water to breathe fresh air.

With just a roar, the dark demon Fan Yue jumped down the cable bridge and fell into the river, chasing him with all his might. Hu Qingpeng was shocked, his mind moved slightly, integrated himself into the surrounding water flow, cleverly used the thrust of the flowing water, and quickly moved away like a fish. He had been determined to use the water escape trick from the beginning, so he escaped along the river bank, and once he was besieged, he could use his water characteristics, which would definitely make the enemy do nothing. At this moment, he did use it! However, he fought several moves with the three masters in a row, but in fact he suffered serious internal injuries. Fortunately, Fan Yue and others thought he was foolproof before setting off and did not bring his subordinates to help. When he was rushed down by the rapids, he did not encounter any obstacles.

How can Fanyue's water quality be compared with Hu Qingpeng? He watched him disappear from afar, angry and hatred, and couldn't help but wave his palm to hit the water surface. But Fanyue's personality was tough and did not give up easily, and still drifted downstream.

The sun rises, and the rays of light are shining. The flow rate of the glacier becomes slower and the river surface gradually becomes wider. The tall pine forests and large grasslands flash on the shore from time to time. When passing those uninhabited areas, countless wild ducks and migratory birds will occasionally be shocked, and their white feathers cover the sky and the sun. Hu Qingpeng looked at the frightened birds and complained secretly. Isn’t this a signal to the pursuers? He knew in his heart that the game had just begun, and Fan Yue and others would not easily accept the failure. They would definitely use various methods to chase him, otherwise they would not be able to explain to their master.

Inadvertently, the sun gradually rose and the sun was dazzling and painful. Hu Qingpeng was immersed in the cold river water and suddenly felt a wisp of cold air beginning to invade the blood vessels. The true qi was difficult to operate, and his heart sank. Could it be that the true qi lock of the Nether God is about to work? Just do it silently. It has been nearly twelve hours since he left the War God Palace, and his true qi is about to be completely locked!

Hu Qingpeng dared not be careless and neglect. He quickly climbed ashore at the next river bay, used his last bit of effort to evaporate the moisture on his body, observed the surrounding terrain, and immediately pulled his feet to run towards the nearest hill.

As we approached the foot of the mountain, we saw a flat field, about seven or eight acres of land, full of various green vegetables, fruits and melons. There were fences around us to prevent wild beasts from breaking into the ground. A winding bluestone path winded up the hill, and the other end was hidden in the woods.

Hu Qingpeng was very strange. There were people living in this deserted place. I don’t know if it was a master living in seclusion or a commoner who escaped from war? If it were the former, he might have been able to seek temporary protection. He climbed over the fence and walked up the mountain along the bluestone path. After about half a stick of incense, he saw a temple with red walls and gray tiles suddenly appeared among the green pines and green bamboos. The temple is not tall, but it looks old. Behind the wall, there is a faint sound of wooden fish chanting scriptures. The faint smell of sandalwood fragrance spreads in the air, making people's mood naturally quiet and ethereal.

At this moment, with a babbling sound, the closed temple door opened, a middle-aged monk walked out, looking at Hu Qingpeng with dark eyes, like Wubo of the ancient well, not surprised at his appearance, and put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the donor came from afar, I don't know what it is worth?" The monk had a sword-browed eyebrows, starry eyes, a tall nose, a handsome appearance, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. Although he was wearing a thin coarse monk's robe, it could not conceal his extraordinary demeanor.

Hu Qingpeng stared at the middle-aged monk and said in a lost voice: "Uncle Tang, it's you! How could you become a monk here?!" It turned out that the middle-aged monk was actually Tang Xue's father, Tang Bowen, who was once as famous as Chi Yan! Tang Bowen was once known as the first young master of the Tang sect. He was a famous handsome man in the martial arts world. Later, because of the Mongolian princess Li Yan'er, he became a public enemy of the martial arts world. Ten years ago, because of Li Yan'er being killed, Tang Bowen was overly sad and gray all night, and finally got into a monk and cut his hair into a monk.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "How could you know my secular name? Which sect are you a disciple?"

Hu Qingpeng said excitedly: "Uncle Tang, do you still remember that stormy night ten years ago? I have seen you in a ancestral hall in the deep mountains!"

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but be stunned, looked at Hu Qingpeng again, and said in surprise: "Are you..."

Hu Qingpeng said: "I am Hu Xiaomao! I was with Yin Tianyun and Mo Tianfeng from Hengshan Sect back then, so I had the opportunity to recognize you. After that night, Sister Li'er and I exchanged tokens as a souvenir. I kept the jade pendant she gave me. If you don't believe me, look!" As he said that, he took out the Xuantian Caifeng Ruyi jade pendant and handed it to the other party.

The middle-aged monk was shocked and stared at the jade pendant that emitted soft light. His calm face became excited, and tears flashed at the corners of his eyes, and he murmured: "Yes, this is the token of love between Li'er and her mother. I didn't expect it to appear again ten years later! Ten years of life and death are vast, longing for love, heartbreak! Yan'er, do you know? I want to listen to the lyrics and songs you sing again! Every time I wake up from my dream, why is it my own shadow left?" I couldn't help but raise my hand, tremblingly stretched towards the jade pendant, and two lines of clear tears rolled down.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sudden shout from behind the door: "Du! I have been practicing for six years, haven't you let go of the worldly thoughts?" The voice fell, and an old monk with white hair and beards walked out of the temple. His face was full of wrinkles and his eyes seemed to penetrate the hearts of people, emitting a wise and calm light.

Le Kongru was struck by lightning, and he bowed his hand and fell to the ground, saying tremblingly: "Disciple, I can't help but feel in my heart, so I touched my master's past teachings. I have sinned and sinned!"

The old monk with long eyebrows sighed, "Idiot, everything in the world is changing and has no eternal existence, so it is called "impermanence". In life, everything is pure suffering and no happiness, but sentient beings are ignorant, but suffering is happiness; summarizing their species, that is, birth, old age, illness, death, and inability to seek, love separation, resentment monks gather, the five aggregates are full of the truth of suffering. Suffering, suffering, extinction, and path to achieve the right result is the right way. Have you forgotten all the scriptures you recite every day?" Walked to Hunting, gently patted his Baihui acupoint with a palm, and shouted in a low voice: "Namo Amitabha!"

A gentle Buddha light flashed instantly, and Ye Kong stood up straight, and the tears on his face had dried up. He said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for your advice! The cause and effect are destroyed, the cycle of cause and effect, the falsehood is continuous, and the endlessness is endless. Give up thoughts and have no self and no form."

The old monk with long-browed eyebrows stretched out and said, "Good! As long as you keep your wisdom and see through impermanence, you will be able to transcend the sufferings of ordinary people and achieve perfection." He turned his head and looked at Hu Qingpeng, raised his palm and bowed, and smiled and said, "Fortunately, my friend came from the east and untied the knot of his bad disciples. He is a destined person in Buddhism. I am ignorant. If my friend is not in a hurry to rush, what if I stay in this temple for a while?"

Hu Qingpeng felt that the other party's gaze was deep and boundless, and he observed himself very thoroughly at just one glance. Although Wuming was short and had just reached his chest, his breath of ignorance merged with the surrounding environment and entered the state of boundless and formless void unity, as if there was no power in this world to knock him down. If Xuanzong was a majestic and steep mountain with a strong domineering aura, Wuming was a broad and boundless valley that could accommodate all things. Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but exclaim in secret.

As soon as I left the God of War Palace, I met a person who was not as weak as the Xuanzong! With Wuming's strength, he was willing to live in seclusion here in obscurity, which is an exception. He held his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Wuming! It's just that I was harassed by others. If I stayed in the temple, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for the master and disrupt this pure land. Moreover, I am..." He hesitant in his heart, whether to tell the other party his true identity. After all, the disciples of the Demon Cult are not tolerant of the world, how can I know that ignorance has no prejudice?

Wuming said calmly: "I saw that your eyes turned red, your bones were thick, and your breathing was slow, but there was no sign of true qi running in your body. Are you practicing forbidden exercises? You have blood stains on your clothes and have internal injuries. I am afraid someone will kill you? You don't have the ability to protect yourself at this moment. Once you are caught by the enemy, you will definitely die. If I let you go to the death and don't save you, what qualifications are there to teach your disciples? Lekkong, you can take him to your guest room to stay!"

Lekong clasped his hands and replied: "Yes!"

Wuming said again: "My friend, since you are here, please be at ease. This is your fate, so don't refuse!"

Hu Qingpeng followed Kong and walked into the guest room. He saw that the decorations inside the house were very simple and spotless, and it seemed that someone cleaned them regularly. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Tang, are there often people here?"

Lekong shook his head and said, "You are the first guest of the Temple this year. Also, don't call my secular name in the future, just call me my Dharma name."

Hu Qingpeng said: "Empty and emptiness, can you really cut off your mortal mind and everything is empty? Can you completely forget your daughter?"

Lekong's face was pale, silent for a moment, and sighed slowly: "The Buddhist scriptures say that people have twelve connections of dependent origination, from ignorance to the end of ignorance, life can only return after a cycle of reincarnation. What about the next life, I can't predict it at the end of the present. How can the love and grudges in this life be easily erased? Is my six senses not finished, and I am really ashamed of the Buddha. Have you seen Li'er recently? Is she doing well? Is she as beautiful as her mother?"

Hu Qingpeng recalled Tang Xue's unparalleled face and felt sweet in his heart. He smiled and said, "Lier inherited all the advantages of her mother, with her extraordinary beauty and elegant temperament. However, I haven't seen her for three years, and I don't know what she is doing now." He told the story of the reunion with Tang Xue in the past and being involved in civil strife in the world until he broke up with her, of course, he deliberately concealed the emotional entanglement between Tang Xue and him.

After listening to his story quietly, Lekong sighed sadly: "I'm sorry to Li'er, for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a father. I know that she must hate me! Six years have passed, and she has visited me in the future, as if my father is no longer in the world. The biggest difference between this child and her mother is that she has clear love and hate, soft on the outside and hard on the inside, and it is difficult to change once you identify it."

Hu Qingpeng nodded and said, "Lier dares to love and hate, which is different from ordinary weak women." He couldn't help but recall the scene when Tang Xue took the initiative to express her feelings and boldly offered a fragrant kiss before breaking up. Those who are as firm as Hu Qingpeng can't help but pound, a little sweet and a little proud. After all, he is the only one in this world who can get Tang Xue's first kiss.

Seeing that Hu Qingpeng's expression suddenly became gentle, his eyes were intoxicated, and he smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "Lier likes you very much, right?"

Hu Qingpeng's old face turned red and said stutteringly: "I have always regarded Li'er as my sister. We are brother-sister." He couldn't help but feel ashamed. He was really talking lies with his eyes open. Fortunately, Tang Xue was not present, otherwise he would have been drowned by her tears.

"Is that true?" Who is Lekong? How could he not see Hu Qingpeng's insincere words? There is another mystery! At this time, he looked at the young man in front of him with another look. The more he looked at him, he liked him more and more. He smiled and said, "Lier's vision is indeed good. I feel relieved if you take good care of her. By the way, are you still using the name "Hu Xiaomao" now?"

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and said, "I no longer use the name of my childhood, I..." He was about to say the three words "Hu Qingpeng", but suddenly he kept silent. "Hu Qingpeng" was chosen after he became a formal disciple of the Hengshan Sect. It belonged to the "Qing" generation in the Hengshan Sect. However, three years ago, he was expelled from the sect and had no connection with the Hengshan Sect, so naturally he did not need to use this name. Moreover, when he was in the future, he did not want others to recognize him as an abandoned disciple of the Hengshan Sect, nor did he want Cheng Ying to find his whereabouts. The best way is to give a new name and completely bury his past. He teased his brain and said in a deep voice: "From today on my way, my name will be Hu, Xiao, Tian!" (Note: When the male protagonist appears again, he will use the name "Hu Xiaotian" instead)

Lekong nodded and said, "Smile the sky, laugh at the world, laugh at the people of the world, the world is so big, let me run rampant! What a courage, a good name! A man should have such a mind and ambition." He changed his tone and asked, "Since you are practicing forbidden merits, you should stay away from grievances in the world, why do anyone chase you? Is it your former enemy?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled bitterly and said, "It is because I am practicing forbidden merit that I am being chased and killed! To be honest, the person who wants to kill me is my fellow senior brother. If I hadn't been lucky enough, I would have drowned in the ice."

Lekong was born in a large family and was so cruel that he saw too many conspiracy to assassination of his brothers and sisters fighting for power. He said without any surprise, "Oh, he wants to kill you, probably because of the power struggle in the sect, right? Your current situation is not optimistic! On the one hand, you are alone and lack the necessary help, and on the other hand, you are unable to use your skills, and you are like a useless person. If you run into the opponent's master, it is difficult to die. If you want to escape safely from the enemy's net, you must use a strange move!"

Seeing that he looked confident, Hu Xiaotian felt itchy and scratched his head, and hurriedly said, "I hope to hear it carefully!"

Lekong smiled indifferently and said, "Before I became a monk, I had studied some small techniques and had a little experience. Although these techniques are difficult to be elegant, it is more than enough to change your appearance and avoid the enemy's pursuit!"
Chapter completed!