He actually touched a hand!
Feng Feiyun had touched many hands before, but most of them were the hands of young and beautiful women. This was the first time he had touched such a cold and shriveled hand.
"Oh my god!
What the hell is this? "Feng Feiyun suddenly retreated, his body directly sticking to the wall. Could it be that he had bumped into a ghost?
Something like bumping into a ghost naturally wouldn't scare Feng Feiyun. After all, he had died once before. However, this ghostly thing's appearance was too strange. It was even scarier than a ghost.
It was a greenish-gray monk's robe. The cloth was already a little white. The chest area was embroidered with white threads from thousands of years ago. They intertwined to form a Red Spider Lily. A line of ancient and graceful words were embroidered beside the Red Spider Lily.
"Red Spider Lily blooms for a thousand years and wilts for a thousand years. The flower and leaves will never meet.
Love is not karma. Fate determines life and death. "
This was the line of words embroidered on the monk's robe. The words were gentle and beautiful, containing the power of the Dao. Although thousands of years had passed, the words carried a sense of sorrow and melancholy that still surged forward.
Just one look at it would make people want to cry.
This monk's robe floated in front of Feng Feiyun. It was as if an ancient monk was standing in front of him. However, in reality, this was just a monk's robe. The monk's robe was supported by an ancient and inextinguishable aura, which was why it could float in the air.
It was as if there was a transparent monk wearing a monk's robe standing in front of Feng Feiyun, smiling at him.
There were some traces of blood on the monk's robe. Although thousands of years had passed, the blood was still bright like a red plum.
"Red Spider Lily!
Red Spider Lily!
The leaves grow, the flower does not bloom, the flower blooms and the leaves fall.
We are so close apart, but we will never meet again! "
Feng Feiyun seemed to be able to feel a sense of desolation coming from the monk's robe. He couldn't help but recite the Red Spider Lily language. There was an indescribable sorrow in his heart, as if he was infected by it.
"The owner of this monk's robe must be someone with a story!"
The fear in Feng Feiyun's heart lessened, and he became more curious.
The monk's robe, which was almost rotting, was empty. Its owner had been dead for countless years, but the robe was still intact.
No, there was also a bony right hand!
This hand stretched out from the right sleeve and clenched tightly. There was no flesh on it, and even the bones had been corroded to the point of being riddled with holes. It was as if the slightest touch would turn it into ashes.
Thousands of years had caused his flesh and bones to corrode into ashes, but this hand was not destroyed. People couldn't help but be curious about the reason behind this.
"He seems to be holding something in his hand?"
The five fingers of that ghastly white bony hand were tightly clenched, as if it was gripping something tightly. Even though it had been dead for thousands of years, it was still unwilling to let go.
What was it that could make a dead person so reluctant to leave?
Feng Feiyun's curiosity had always been heavy. Seeing that this monk's robe did not have any hostility, he gathered his courage and wanted to pry open the white bony hand to see what it was holding.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation had reached the early Immortal Foundation, and the power of his arm was extremely great. Even a piece of iron ingot could be broken, but no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't pry open a white bone that was close to being crushed.
"One thought to create ten thousand rivers and thousand mountains; one thought to destroy the blue sea into mulberry fields."
A voice filled with the vicissitudes of life appeared. It was full of nostalgia for the mortal world, but it also carried a strong sense of helplessness, causing people who heard it to feel sad.
It was as if someone was leaning against the railing and looking at the moon, reminiscing about the past!
After a long time, there was another sigh.
The two trousers of the monk's robe were blown by the chilly wind. With light steps, he turned around and walked back to the greenish-gray door.
The door gently closed again without a trace of sound.
Feng Feiyun was stunned and rubbed his eyes. He felt that everything that happened earlier was like a dream; it was too unreal.
"A monk's robe from several thousand years ago can actually walk by itself.
From this, one can see how powerful its owner was when he was alive. Such a powerful person, what kind of past did he have? "
"Pagoda Temple, blood-stained monk's robe, Red Spider Lily, white bone hand …"
Feng Feiyun always felt that he had intruded into a place that he shouldn't have. Moreover, he had inadvertently disturbed a certain thing; it was as if he had awakened a living dead that had been sleeping for several thousand years.
"Feng Feiyun, have you thought about it?"
The bewitching young man's voice came from the outside. His voice was a bit coquettish, causing Feng Feiyun to be filled with anger.
"There is no need to think about this matter. If you have the ability, then come in and take it. This uncle will wait for you here."
Feng Feiyun naturally wouldn't believe their nonsense. Even if he handed over the bamboo block, they would still kill him to silence him.
Right, what was this bamboo block?
Ever since he stole it, Feng Feiyun hadn't carefully looked at it. However, to be able to attract the attention of Du Shougao and the bewitching young man, this bamboo block must be hiding a big secret.
Right when Feng Feiyun was planning to investigate the secret of the bamboo block, a cold wind came from outside the pagoda temple.
"Then I will come and take it!"
Du Shougao finally couldn't help but take action. There was no other way; he was seriously wounded, and he couldn't afford to waste time with Feng Feiyun and the bewitching young man. Every minute that passed, his power would decrease a little bit.
He could only take a risk. Otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
The saber in Du Shougao's hand was a spirit treasure. Even though he couldn't activate the power of his spirit energy, the sharpness of the saber was not something that a Life Treasure could compare to.
Not to mention a temple, even if it was a palace, he would still be able to split it apart with one slash.
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't sit and wait for his death. Through the window, he unleashed a palm to meet the incoming attack. The Infinite Spirit Ring on his palm quickly spun, and a black mysterious energy gushed out, turning into a huge palm print that slammed down from the sky.
"Boom!"
Du Shougao's cultivation was extremely powerful, and his saber technique was even more perfect; however, he was forcefully pushed back by this palm print, and his body hit the ancient willow tree with a dragon engraving behind him.
"Bam!"
The ancient willow tree trunk shook, and willow leaves fell down to the sky.
Du Shougao's body fell down from the tree trunk, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His injuries were even more serious.
His eyes were full of shock. That palm earlier was truly too powerful. Even though it was a surprise attack that forced him to retreat, it was enough to show the tyrannical power of this palm.
Feng Feiyun's power absolutely couldn't reach this level!
"This is … the power of a Spirit Treasure. There is another master inside the pagoda temple." Du Shougao could only think of this possibility.
His willpower was amazing. Even though he had been wounded many times, and his life was hanging by a thread, he used his saber to support his body, and he stood up like a man that would never fall down.
"No wonder that little brat Feng Feiyun didn't come out; it turns out that there is a master guarding inside." The bewitching young man also became cautious.
The two of them didn't know that Feng Feiyun was carrying a Spirit Treasure. In the end, the power of a Spirit Treasure was too great, and there were too few of them. It was not something that a fifth generation disciple of the Feng Clan could possess.
Even an expert like Du Shougao, who was also the number one talent of the Pinnacle Fate Ending Palace, only had a damaged Spirit Treasure.
The saber in his hand, even though it was of the Spirit Treasure rank, was already damaged. Even though its power was stronger than a pseudo Spirit Treasure, it was still not comparable to a real Spirit Treasure.
Feng Feiyun couldn't have a Spirit Treasure, so the owner of a Spirit Treasure could only be someone else, and this person was most likely the master of the pagoda temple.
After Feng Feiyun obtained the protection of the pagoda temple's master, Du Shougao and the bewitching young man became even more cautious, and they didn't dare to act rashly.
The value of a Spirit Treasure was too high; it was enough for an entire clan to fight for it. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Feng Feiyun naturally wouldn't take out the Infinite Spirit Ring to show it to others.
At this moment, he was hiding inside the pagoda temple, and Du Shougao and the bewitching young man couldn't see what was inside. Using a Spirit Treasure to intimidate the two of them was naturally the best choice.
"As long as they don't act out of fear, then I will have a chance to live!"
Feng Feiyun had his own plan in mind. He suddenly kneeled on the ground, and he kowtowed towards the half-roasted chicken on the windowsill, and he loudly exclaimed: "Thank you, Senior, for your righteous action. This junior is extremely grateful. What?
Senior, you said that I am talented and intelligent, and you want to take me as your disciple?
How could I accept this!
What?
Senior, you are the famous Killer Daoist from three hundred years ago? This junior has long heard of your great name. Legends has it that your name once shook an entire era, and your battle prowess was illustrious. You even nailed a Palace Lord of the Pinnacle Fate Ending Palace to death on the North Mo Cliff. "
Feng Feiyun spoke as if it was the truth. His voice sometimes carried a hint of emotion, and sometimes it was full of passion.
Du Shougao originally wanted to go forward again to test the truth. In the end, he was careless earlier, and that was why he was defeated by that palm strike. However, after hearing Feng Feiyun's cry for his father and mother, this assassin immediately stopped, and he didn't dare to rashly take a step forward.