Senior Brother is Number One In the World

When Yan Sheng came out of Jiang's house, the gentle smile on his face was a little hard to hold on to.

He has been asking for medicine everywhere in his life, just for one person, but now he still has no success, and that person will not be able to hold on anymore...

"Little Lord"

Yan Sheng entered the main palace of Jubao Pavilion, and the servants passing by all saluted him respectfully.

Yan Sheng smiled and nodded all the way, then turned his back to everyone and his face turned cold. His expression changed so quickly that it was surprising.

There is a Yanxiang Garden in the back house of the main residence. No one is allowed to enter this place except the maids, mother-in-law and Yansheng inside.

There was a little maid in Yanxiang Garden cutting flower branches and putting them in a vase.

When she saw Yan Sheng, she leaned over and bowed but did not call anyone.

"Where's the lady?" Yan Sheng put up his jade-like smile again.

The little maid looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. When she heard Yan Sheng's question, she raised her head and made a few gestures. It wasn't that she didn't call people but that she couldn't speak.

"I know" Yan Sheng smiled and touched the little maid's head, "Let's pick some brighter flowers. They always look plain and lifeless."

The little maid couldn't speak, so she could only nod to show that she understood.

Yan Sheng passed him and walked to the master bedroom. He first looked at whether his robe was flat and then opened the door.

"Ayu, brother is here to see you" Yan Sheng's tone was very soft.

The windows in the room were closed and the light was very dim. Yan Sheng frowned and wanted to open the window, but was stopped by a dark female voice.

"Brother Mo Kai, I don't want to see the sun"

There was a petite figure sitting on a push chair in the dim room. Her back was to Yan Sheng, and she was hidden in the corner. A gloomy aura overflowed from her body.

Yan Sheng's hand touched the window and stopped, then he clenched his fist slightly.

"Ayu, brother will cure you."

Yan Sheng walked up to the figure in the dark corner and squatted down in front of her.

"Brother is joking again. It has been more than a hundred years since Ayu gave up." The woman's voice was very cold.

She has been accustomed to this appearance for more than a hundred years, and it doesn't matter whether it is cured or not.

Yan Sheng's hands trembled slightly, and he wanted to reach out and touch her face, but he was afraid that she would be excited. In the end, he grabbed her hand instead and said, "Ayu, brother has found other ways to save you. Do you believe in brother?" "

The woman named Ayu paused for a long time, and finally nodded indifferently.

Yan Sheng said this every time, but failed in the end. She was used to it and just nodded.

Yan Sheng knew she didn't believe it, but he still smiled and took her hand and rubbed his face.

"Ayu, brother will save you no matter what the cost, even my life."

In the darkness, Ayu's hand raised and paused slightly in the air, and finally fell on Yansheng's head.

"I believe in brother"

*

Like ordinary monks, the Foyin Sect eats fasts and chants Buddha's name. They are pure in heart and have few desires, and they wholeheartedly pursue the Buddha's path.

When the sun was about to set, there was a knock on the door of Foyin Sect.

It is not easy to find people from the Foyin Sect.

"Hey, open the door quickly, please stay here, hey hey"

An rude female voice knocked loudly on the door of Foyin Sect.

The young disciples inside looked at each other, and finally a younger disciple opened the door.

The sects of Foyin Sect are very simple and unrealistic, and from the outside it doesn't look like a large sect.

As soon as the door was opened, two pretty figures were seen.

"Why are you so slow? Does your Foyin Sect have no one to guard the gate?"

One of the gorgeous women in a red dress folded her arms and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Jiu Wu, we are staying overnight, don't talk rudely." The elegant woman in white who followed behind patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Okay," Feng Jiuwu put down her arms helplessly and said to the young disciple in a different tone, "Hello, young master, we are passing by and staying overnight, and we hope you can take her in."

Feng Jiuwu's attitude changed 180 degrees and she was polite.

The young disciple was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Let me ask my uncle before he replies to the two female donors."

The Foyin Sect does not allow foreign guests to stay overnight, so the young disciple dare not agree to her at will.

Su Wan was not annoyed, but Feng Jiuwu seemed impatient.

When the disciples of the Foyin Sect saw that they were here to stay, they dispersed.

Not looking for trouble, no fun.

The young disciple went there for about a quarter of an hour and then hurried back.

"Reply to the two donors, our senior brother said yes, you two please come with me."

"Who is your senior brother, with so much power? Didn't you say you want to find your senior uncle?"

The two of them followed the young disciple, and Feng Jiuwu couldn't help but ask. She was a person who couldn't hide her curiosity.

"Our senior brother, our senior brother is really awesome."

When the young disciple mentioned his senior brother, his eyes lit up with excitement. It was obvious that he admired the senior brother he was talking about.

"Our senior brother is Venerable Hong Chan." The young disciple seemed to have thought of something and became quiet again. His lively temperament forced him to pretend to be calm.

Feng Jiuwu and Su Wan looked at each other. They had certainly heard of Hong Chan's reputation.

In addition to Gu Subai and Jiang Yitan who are famous in the world of cultivation, Hong Chan is also an extraordinary figure.

When others learned that Jiang Yitan and Gu Subai were in Mahayana, they did not know that Hong Chan was also in Mahayana.

It's just that the people of the Foyin Sect have always kept a low profile. Except for the Foyin Sect's own disciples, it has not been spread out.

The young disciple was quite talkative, and he answered whatever Feng Jiuwu asked him along the way. He was extremely simple-minded.

There were many vacant houses in the Foyin Sect. The young disciple led the two of them to the guest room and then left. No one came out to ask them what else they needed, and no one warned them where not to go.

It's almost casual here, but it suits Feng Jiuwu's wishes.

Feng Jiuwu couldn't bear the loneliness and asked to go out for a walk.

"Come back early, we have to rush back tomorrow morning."

Su Wan and Feng Jiuwu always go out to practice together. This time, Su Wan received a message from her brother saying that her nephew's full moon ceremony was coming and asked her to go back, so she rushed back with Feng Jiuwu.

Hurrying slowly, the two of them accidentally entered the territory of Foyin Sect. Feng Jiuwu, who didn't want to sleep in the woods, went up and knocked on the door of the sect.

"I know, Xiaowan, you go to bed early, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Feng Jiuwu ran out.

There seemed to be very few disciples in the Foyin Sect. Feng Jiuwu didn't meet a single disciple when she walked out, as if she had been in a mirror without anyone.

After walking for a long time, she arrived at a place called Fangcaoyuan.

She went in without thinking. If she couldn't go in, she would be kicked out at worst.

This time was actually the time for the disciples of the Foyin Sect to practice their bodies, so it was normal that no one was there, because they were all gathered in the front hall.

As its name suggests, Fangcao Garden has many spiritual plants planted.

She was swinging her knife while admiring the flowers and plants in Fangcao Garden. Suddenly, in front of a green peach tree, stood a bald monk in a simple white Buddhist robe.

The white-robed monk has a straight back. If he had hair, he would probably be described as graceful.

The bald monk stood motionless in front of the peach tree and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, it's not blooming again, what are you looking at?"

Feng Jiuwu couldn't help but shout.

The monk turned his face sideways when he heard the sound and glanced at Feng Jiuwu's figure.

The exposed half of his face was handsome and graceful, with gentle eyebrows and a gentle arc at the corners of his lips. The most dazzling thing was the cinnabar on his forehead, which was so eye-catchingly red.

Feng Jiuwu was stunned for a moment before hearing him say.

"Looking at the Flowerless Tree, I think it's quite interesting. Would you like to come with us?"