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The two continued to fly onwards, one behind the other. Soon, they disappeared from the high slope. When they saw them again, they were standing at the foot of the mountain. Zi Feng quietly looked up at the peak.

Although it was a hundred meters tall, it was filled with lush trees. This hilly region, although compared to the coast of the North Sea and the majestic mountains of the Western Border Region, had unwittingly added a touch of agility and elegance to it. Zi Yan, who was standing beside Zi Feng, followed him as he climbed up the hill.

Actually, Zi Feng could use the sword to ride it, but when he thought about the friendship between him and the elder in the temple, Zi Feng used his flying steps to show his respect.

Once again climbing this small hill and passing by the mountain road from before, and once again seeing the scenery on both sides of the mountain road, Zi Feng couldn't help but be slightly moved.

It could be said that everything here preserved the past and present that he had experienced with this girl.

When he thought back to the past, he took over a month of his days with her. This place could be said to be the place where they made love, so Zi Feng really missed this place. But when he saw this withered leaf fall, Zi Feng had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He did not know what was going on. The gentle breeze that blew past his eyes made him unable to open his eyes. Looking at the fragility of falling flowers, the ruthlessness of flowing water, the fluttering of the breeze, the illusory changes of the clouds, an indescribable sadness surged within his heart.

Looking at Zi Feng's dejected back, Zi Yan's heart twitched. She didn't know what was going on, but an indescribable jealousy filled her heart. Recalling what happened so many years ago, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. When she thought of this, her limpid eyes couldn't help but turn vicious.

Zi Feng, who was walking at the front, turned his head and saw Zi Yan in a daze.

Seeing Zi Feng's handsome and resolute face, Zi Yan instantly retracted the trace of viciousness in her heart. His limpid eyes sparkled as he looked at the youth with purple hair fluttering in the wind.

Zi Feng also looked at Zi Yan strangely. In that instant, he could clearly feel the slight change in her emotions. He knew what was wrong with her. Although he was puzzled, Zi Feng did not ask any further questions.

He turned around and continued to climb. Seeing Zi Feng turn around, Zi Yan let out a sigh of relief as she continued to climb up the stairs.

Not long after, the old temple appeared before his eyes. Zi Feng looked at the dilapidated temple door, breathing in the fragrant air. Zi Feng was enchanted once again as memories of the past flooded his mind once more.

He still remembered the scene of him bowing and praying with her, and the scene of him wishing that little beggar all the same. Zi Feng took a deep breath and stared at the words on the old and fragrant signboard, Meng Yu Temple's signboard.

Deep sadness leaked out of his eyes. What do you mean, 'I can't give you what you want'. The words that were carved into the wall once again appeared in Zi Feng's mind.

Now, Zi Feng said to her: "I am the little beggar back then. If it wasn't for your kindness back then, I wouldn't have done anything to you."

Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but silently look at the peaceful temple.

Just as Zi Feng was silent, a vigorous voice resounded within the temple.

Zi Feng, who was still in a daze, looked at the temple in shock. That powerful and heavy voice was truly intimidating. That single word was still lingering in Zi Feng's heart even now.

After a moment, Zi Feng calmed his mood, turned around and said, "Let's go!" As he spoke, he stepped onto the ancient stairs.

As he slowly ascended the ancient aura from the temple, Zi Feng's nameless panic became increasingly heavy. But when he raised his head and saw the old man sweeping the courtyard, Zi Feng became at ease.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar back, Zi Feng couldn't help but think of the jade green buddhist beads that the old man had given him many years ago.

The old man was still sweeping through this clean courtyard, just as he had done so many years ago. He couldn't help but think of the story that the steward had told him before: Legend has it that for thousands of years?

Thinking about this, Zi Feng couldn't help but feel sympathy for the old man. He recalled when the butler told him that the old man had already swept the courtyard when his grandfather was still so young. Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but guess the old man's age.

In the end, he could only helplessly sigh and shake his head as he gave up. That old man's face was still the same as it was years ago, without any changes to it. Perhaps only the old man's bare broom knew about it; perhaps only the courtyard knew about it; perhaps only the people who accompanied the old man in those years knew about it!

Seeing the withered little grass, Zi Feng felt a bit sad. This elder had been watching the changes in the four seasons for many years. Just what kind of person or matter was there that was difficult to forget?

While he was thinking, he walked forward. The old man who swept the ground seemed to have sensed the arrival of someone as he raised his cloudy eyes to look at a purple-haired man.

The instant their eyes met, Purple Maple could clearly see a trace of deep and penetrating light within the turbid light. Seeing the situation, Zi Feng could not help but faintly guess what happened that year.

What was it that made him retract the edge of his past? What was it that made him live in such a muddled manner? Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but ponder.

This old man that swept the floor gave him a deep and serene feeling, and he wasn't one bit inferior to the old man in black robes and the old man in black robes.

It could be said that the old man in front of her was standing at the peak of the world. How could she be willing to be so quiet in front of this monk? What was binding his wings?

Thinking of this, the look in Zi Feng's eyes changed as he looked at the elder.

Just as Zi Feng was lost in his thoughts, the elder opened his tightly-shut mouth and said, "You've come." Hearing this, Zi Feng's body couldn't help but tremble.

Listening to this old man's tone, could it be that this old man had already predicted that he would once again set foot on this Han Mountain Dream Rain Temple?

Just as Zi Feng wanted to ask, the elder on the ground said, "Hold out your hand." After Zi Feng heard this, he stretched out his right hand.

The old man's shrivelled hand grabbed onto Zi Feng's soft palm. Suddenly, a surge of energy emanated from the old man's shrivelled hand. Zi Feng looked at the old man in front of him in shock.

Just as Zi Feng wanted to ask, the elder had an incredulous look on his face, "How can this be? How can this be?"

After Zi Feng heard the elder's words, he looked at the elder in bewilderment.

Just as Zi Feng was puzzled, a majestic aura came from the shriveled palm of the old man. It was also a jade-green Qi, but it was much purer than Zi Feng's.

Zi Feng only felt a deep pain in his veins from the jade-green color of the elder's hand. After a long time, Zi Feng looked at the elder in shock as he tried to free his right hand from the elder's grasp.

Zi Feng could not accept this sudden turn of events.

Just as Zi Feng was thinking of using his luck to contend with the old man's force, Zi Feng was startled to discover that after the old man's force entered his body, it directly charged towards Zi Feng's Dantian. When Zi Feng was thinking of using his luck to contend with the old man's force, Zi Feng shockingly discovered that after the old man's energy entered his body, it directly charged towards Zi Feng's Dantian.

Zi Feng could clearly feel the deep jade-green Qi melting the gray seal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Zi Feng's eyes widened. He knew that this grey seal was solid, but he didn't expect that in front of this old man, it was as weak as a piece of paper. It had actually been melted by that deep jade green energy.

After a while, Zi Feng surprisingly discovered that the gray seal started to flow like water.

Not long later, Zi Feng was surprised to discover that the gray seal was disappearing from his body bit by bit. Just as the old man came into contact with Zi Feng, Zi Yan, who was standing to one side, saw the pained expression on Zi Feng's face and panicked as she looked at the scene in front of her.

Just as Zi Yan was about to draw her sword to clash with him, the Netherworld Udumbara Flower next to her began calling out to Zi Yan. It then calmly sat to the side.

When Zi Yan saw how serene the Netherworld was, she was somewhat puzzled. However, as she thought about the relationship between the Netherworld and Zi Feng, she was able to guess a few points.

Although she was still very anxious right now, she wouldn't be as impulsive as before. Zi Yan, who was quietly waiting at the side, had tears flashing faintly in her eyes. Just as Zi Yan was about to burst into tears, a young monk walked over.

Seeing Zi Yan's figure, he couldn't help but be shocked, but he quickly recovered. "Benefactor, it's alright. My master didn't hurt him."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Zi Feng. When Zi Yan heard this, her anxious eyes couldn't help but turn slightly better. However, she was still worried as she stared at Zi Feng, who was in pain.

After a long time, Zi Feng let out a sigh of relief, clasped his hands, and said to the old man, "Thank you." Although it was just a simple practice of a word, the gratitude within it was clearly imprinted.

When Zi Yan saw this, she couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief. Her anxious expression calmed down.

The old man who heard the sigh turned his head and saw Zi Yan. He smiled and waved to the young monk before continuing to sweep his gaze across the defenceless courtyard.

Seeing his Master's actions, the young monk walked up and said, "This way, please." Zi Feng, who was about to ask the old man, heard the little monk's words and shut his mouth. He had no choice but to follow the little monk.

Many years ago, this little monk had received him, but now, the only difference was the person accompanying him. Unconsciously, Zi Feng thought of his past. However, when he thought of the weird behavior of the old man, he couldn't help but keep his sadness away.

After walking a distance, the young monk turned his head and said with a smile, "Benefactor, you sure are lucky. All these years, I have never seen you being so friendly."

Hearing those words, Zi Yan was confused. How could this be called enthusiasm? Not even saying anything after saying something, not even greeting? How could it be called warmth?

However, Zi Feng nodded his head with a deep meaning. Even though the old man hadn't said a single word to him from the start to the end, the gray seal that had been bothering Zi Feng was broken in the blink of an eye by the old man. If not for the buddhist beads the old man had given him, he was afraid that the current him and the Netherworld would have already become ghosts.

Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but think of the depressed look on that adult wolf's face when he died. At that time, the life and death journey slowly followed the transfer of the buddhist beads to Old Sea.

Thinking of the buddhist beads that had saved his life, Zi Feng couldn't help but touch his right wrist. That slight cool feeling came from the buddhist beads.

At the same time, Zi Feng touched the jade pendant on his chest that his father had left him. This jade pendant had once saved his life.

What were the origins of these two treasures? Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but turn his head to look at the old man sweeping the floor.

"Then he continued to follow the young monk." Young Master, do you know how long he's been sweeping here? "

Zi Feng, who was walking behind, asked.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know how long I've been here, but when I was young, Master came to see me. I heard from the other elders in the temple that Master has been sweeping for many years, but no one remembers the exact number of people."

At this point, the little monk paused for a moment before continuing, "Now there are only the two of us left in this temple. In these two years, the number of people who have prayed in this temple has dwindled and it is no longer as prosperous as it was in the past two years."

After saying this, the little monk could not help but feel dejected.

After a while, the young monk brought Zi Feng to the guest room and said a few words to him before walking away.

Zi Feng, who had returned to his room, sat cross-legged on his bed and began to carefully size up his broken body. All this time, that gray seal had always been a thorn in Zi Feng's heart, and no matter what he did, he couldn't pull it out.

This grey seal undoubtedly reminded him of the shame he had experienced back then. That feeling of powerlessness to stay alive had always made Zi Feng unable to relax. If it wasn't for that mysterious woman forcefully intervening, he probably would have died a long time ago!

Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but wildly guess the identity of the woman that descended from the sky.

As his thoughts changed, Zi Feng discovered that the jade-green energy within his body had become even more vigorous and surging. Right now, he was confident that he could match up to the cultivators at the early stage of the tribulation.

Although Zi Feng had only just set foot into the early stage of the sky realm, that extremely destructive force had already caused the wolf cub to have the ability to challenge someone beyond its cultivation level. In addition to breaking the seal, the force within his body would continue to circulate unceasingly.

When he thought about the scene of fighting with that evil man, he realized that he had almost lost his life due to his lack of strength. However, the purple maple he had transformed into was now different from the past, even when facing a cultivator at the middle stage of the tribulation, Zi Feng had the confidence to fight it.

With such joy, Zi Feng, who was sitting, opened his eyes of joy. He took a deep breath and stood up.

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