Monk Jiu Rou's face was full of exhaustion. He put his palms together to form a golden Buddha statue. He was extremely serious, like a real Buddha suppressing a Giant Demon.
"This is a matter that concerns all living beings in this world. If Xiao Nuolan is resurrected, then with the resentment in her body, blood will flow like a river, and corpses will pile up into a sea of blood …" Monk Jiu Rou's words were filled with solemn and stirring words that concerned the lives of the common people; they were very touching.
However, the Azure Dragon and White Tiger tattoo on his chest along with his ferocious face caused others to doubt the veracity of his words.
Feng Feiyun listened to these righteous words and felt that calluses were coming out. He said: "Oh my, if this matter is so important, why don't you go yourself?"
What a joke! Even though the female corpse had not come back to life, she was already extremely dangerous. Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to come within ten zhang of her before they would be crushed by her murderous intent.
Moreover, even an ancestor of the Giant King level couldn't do anything to her. Just relying on the two little shrimps, Feng Feiyun and Feng Jianxue, wanting to suppress her was simply the ravings of an idiot.
Plus, at this moment, there were many experts from the great powers gathered outside of the godly temple. Which one of them wasn't here for the treasures inside the godly temple as well as the spirit spring that was floating around the female corpse?
Once someone actually got close to the female corpse, they would definitely be surrounded and attacked. At that moment, even a Giant King would be blasted into smithereens.
Monk Jiu Rou was pretending to be a dead dog in this place so that Feng Feiyun would take the risk for him. Anyone who would do such a thing would be an idiot.
"Jianxue, let's go. Big Brother will take you away from this damned place!" Feng Feiyun grabbed Feng Jianxue's little hand and wanted to take her away.
"Hiss!"
Her hand was abnormally cold, causing Feng Feiyun's entire body to shiver as if he was pinching a block of ice.
At this moment, Feng Feiyun finally noticed that something was wrong. No wonder why this little girl didn't say a single word from start to finish. She was frozen to this extent, and there was a layer of frost on her skin. Her lips didn't stop trembling, and cold sweat continuously appeared on her forehead. Before the beads of sweat could drip down, ice crystals had already covered her entire face.
It was as if she had turned into an ice sculpture!
She was already cold to the bone. She directly burrowed into Feng Feiyun's embrace and said with a trembling voice, "So … so cold, so cold. Can you hold me?"
Feng Feiyun quickly took off his clothes and draped them over her body. He hugged her waist tightly and used his body temperature to help her get through the cold.
"How could this be? With your cultivation, you still can't suppress the cold energy in your body. Hey, big monk, did you give her poison?" Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth. Seeing Feng Jianxue's pitiful appearance, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"What? It was clearly her illness acting up, yet you're blaming me … This old monk poisoned her. This doesn't make sense!" Monk Jiu Rou said.
Feng Feiyun was taken aback. "Relapse? What illness?"
He had never heard of cultivators falling sick. The higher the cultivation, the more resistant they were against illness and life and death. Feng Jianxue's cultivation was higher than Feng Feiyun's, not lower, so how could her illness act up to this extent?
"She was born with Buddhist bones, and there are six Heavenly Sarira Essences in her body. For Buddhist cultivators, this is a Buddhist Sacred Physique. In the future, she has the possibility of becoming a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. However, for those who don't cultivate Buddhism, this is an incurable disease. Starting from the age of fourteen, it becomes more and more severe each time. Very few people can live past the age of sixteen …"
Monk Jiu Rou chattered on without stopping: Feng Jianxue's entire body was convulsing; she couldn't say a single word. Even her breathing was about to stop, and her heartbeat began to slow down. It was as if the blood in her body had been frozen solid.
Feng Feiyun anxiously kicked Monk Jiu Rou's bald head, and he loudly cursed: "Old Bald Donkey, your father only wants to know how to save her. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Cough cough, this … As long as the Na Lan Buddhist Robe is worn on her body, the cold poison of the sarira in her body will be temporarily expelled. However, in order to completely cure her illness, she must follow this old monk to cultivate the Ancient Mortal Life Scripture. She must enter my Buddhist sect and become a female nun …" Monk Jiu Rou's temper seemed to be quite good. Even though he was kicked on the head by Feng Feiyun, he was not angry at all and began to chatter again.
How could Feng Feiyun listen to what he was saying? He quickly picked up the Na Lan Buddhist Robe from the ground, and then he carefully helped her put it on. After buttoning it up, he quietly observed the changes in her body.
This Na Lan Buddhist Robe on Feng Feiyun's body was just like an ordinary robe, but when it was worn on Feng Jianxue's body, it immediately had a wonderful change, and there was a mystical resonance.
The originally gray robe, at this moment, was no longer as old as it was in the past. Each strand of cloth emitted a blue light, and one could see with the naked eye that strands of blue light were flowing on top of the robe, interweaving into many sacred buddhist seals.
There was a Buddha image seal, a Yin Yang Bodhisattva seal, a Vajra Evil Buddha seal … and so on!
The buddhist light on her body became more and more intense, and it became more and more sacred. The disguise on Feng Jianxue's face was also melted by the buddhist light, revealing her original appearance. Her eyebrows were like a painting, her eyes were charming, her nose was high, and her lips were red and translucent.
This was her original appearance, and it was more than ten times more beautiful than her original appearance. This was why when she was disguised as a man, she was extraordinarily handsome, and she was called the "Bewitching Man" by Feng Feiyun.
In terms of beauty alone, Feng Jianxue was not that much inferior to Dongfang Jingyue. They were both existences that could turn the world upside down, but they both used different methods to hide their beauty.
Under the illumination of the buddhist light of the Na Lan Buddhist Robe, the six Heavenly Buddhist Relics inside Feng Jianxue's body were activated, causing her to have a buddhist aura from her bones. This caused this unruly girl to have the holy and dignified aura of a Buddhist Bodhisattva.
This was not an illusion, this feeling was real, and it was becoming more and more intense.
A blue lotus throne slowly condensed under her feet. It had a total of nine petals, and it was like a flowing blue crystal. It completely fused with her body and the buddhist robe on her body.
At this moment, she was like the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva; a true Buddha had descended, and there was not a trace of mortal aura on her body.
Feng Feiyun's legs slightly trembled, and he almost kneeled on the ground to worship the Bodhisattva. Fortunately, his mental state was extremely high, and he was barely able to control his body's reaction, so he didn't make a fool of himself.
If it was any other cultivator, then they would have already kneeled in front of her and worshipped her like a Buddha statue in a temple.
"Damn!
This Na Lan Buddhist Robe is so powerful; it can oppress people's minds and create the power of faith in their hearts. Why am I not this powerful when I wear it? "
Feng Feiyun didn't doubt that if Feng Jianxue went out to swindle money right now, she only needed to stretch out her hand, and these people would prostrate on the ground and give all of their savings to her.
This kind of spiritual attack was even more frightening than a physical attack.
"Tch, the Na Lan Buddhist Robe can only be worn by people with natural Buddhist Physiques. Only then would it resonate. In the future, when this little girl cultivates the Ancient Mortal Life Scripture, this Na Lan Buddhist Robe will become even more mystical. Even if you have a spirit treasure, you still wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on her head." Monk Jiu Rou began to show off.
The cold poison in Feng Jianxue's body was finally expelled. Her eyes gently opened, and her eyelashes slightly trembled. Each of her movements carried the charm of a holy spirit. Could it be that she had really turned into a true Buddha?
"Feng Feiyun, I thought you wouldn't come back to pick me up. I thought that even if I died here, you wouldn't care about me."
The moment she opened her mouth, all of the holiness on her body was destroyed. Tears flowed from her eyes as she cried with a heartbroken and pitiful look.
Even though Feng Jianxue was a strong woman, but in the end, she was only fourteen years old. Plus, she was quite timid, and she couldn't stand supernatural things. However, she had been staying in this godly temple full of ancient monk corpses for several days. This really scared her to the point where she wanted to cry.
However, she didn't cry. She wanted to save her tears for when Feng Feiyun came. She wanted to cry for him to see so that his conscience would be punished!
"How could I not care about you? Don't forget, you are my wife!"
Feng Feiyun's heart slightly softened. He used his finger to gently touch her cute nose, and he teased her again.
Feng Jianxue suddenly stopped crying, and her tears turned into laughter!
Tears of laughter!
"Cough cough!
The Buddhist faith forbids romantic talk. Today, a great calamity is upon us, and the Evil Woman is about to come into being. The world will flow with rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood. Yet, you two are still being lovey-dovey with each other. What kind of propriety is this?
What kind of propriety is this? "
Monk Jiu Rou, at this moment, was very annoyed. In the end, he really wanted to take Feng Jianxue as his disciple, so he naturally didn't want her to have any relationship with Feng Feiyun.
Once a person of the Buddhist faith fell in love, their ending would certainly not be any better than the Mortal Life Temple!
"It's none of your business!
Wife, let's go. This is related to the life and death of the common people; it is not something we can handle. It is better to let Grandmaster Jiu Rou solve this disaster! "Feng Feiyun dragged Feng Jianxue away.
Monk Jiu Rou was very anxious, and he almost jumped up from the ground. He raised his neck and shouted: "Feng Feiyun, don't blame your father for not reminding you. The cold poison in the little girl's body is only temporarily suppressed, but right now, she is being stimulated by the Na Lan Buddhist Robe. The buddhist bones and the sarira in her body have been activated, and the cold poison in the sarira will relapse again in one month. If she doesn't cultivate the Ancient Mortal Life Scripture, then one month later will be the day of her death."
"Thump!"
Originally, Feng Feiyun had already taken a step forward, but he suddenly stopped!