Chen Fan didn't want to go around with him, and he looked helpless, "My grandpa, grandma, and sister all died in his hands! I have an irreconcilable grudge with him! To be honest, he is still chasing me everywhere until now!"

"I can see that you are a trainer!" The old man secretly released the broom and pinched Chen Fan's shoulder. "Looking at how you walk, your lower plate is light and stable, you have worked hard! Look at your whole body, you think you are covered in good bones, but unfortunately you were born in the wrong year. If you were in a chaotic world, you would be a good martial artsman!"

"I'm just a waste! I'm going to seek revenge on him, but I can't do anything to him!"

The more the old man praised him, the more uncomfortable he felt. He always felt that the praise was pierced in his heart like a knife, and the knife was bleeding.

"Zongla Vimon is a powerful character. You can fight him without any harm. This is a miracle."

The old man patted himself, "My leg is thanks to him."

"But I heard that you cut him down." Chen Fan quickly sat upright and said with his eyes.

"I did hurt him and cut open his chest! Here, I cut a big hole! Blood spurted out, scaring him to run away quickly."

The old man gestured to his chest and it seemed that the area of ​​the wound was really quite large.

"I saw that wound." Chen Fan said, nodding suddenly.

"What I'm curious about is how you cut off his body! He is invulnerable to swords and guns, and ordinary weapons can't hurt him at all!"

Chen Fan paused, "Did you use some powerful weapons at that time? Or is there any special method?"

"There are two reasons." The old man held the broom and turned it slightly, "I have a family-born sword, which was beaten by my ancestors themselves! This sword is cut through gold and jade, and cut iron like mud. It is really a good sword. Unfortunately, it is no longer there. In the years when I was in prison, my children sold the sword and exchanged for money. Now it is impossible to find out who is in his hands."

"I also have a sword here. I heard that your ancestors are not only powerful sword skills, but also masters of sword making. They are the most familiar with swords! Look, can you help me see what the mystery of this sword has!"

Chen Fan said, asking Wu Qiong to hand over the bag. Chen Fan opened the mahogany box and handed Gu Luan to him, "This is it, you can see!"

"Oh, it's still an ancient sword!" The old man went to take it with him, and as soon as he got it, he almost threw it on the ground.

The sword looked thin and light, but it was surprisingly heavy. At the moment when he tried hard to stop the sword from falling, Chen Fan clearly saw that the old man's eyes became sharp!

The shriveled skin burst out the muscles, swelling, and bulging a lot!

There is a lot of energy all over my body!

It looks like the strong wind swept away the fallen leaves, and it looks brand new!

Chen Fan began to believe what Xiao Lin'er said. The Nanshan Sword King is the Nanshan Sword King. He is still very awesome when he gets old.

"This sword is amazing." The old man glanced at Chen Fan and wanted to pull it out, but couldn't pull it out.

"But no matter how good the sword is, it's useless if it can't be pulled out!" Chen Fan sighed softly.

"Even if you pull it out, it's hard for you to control it. Are you sure you can swing such a heavy sword?"

The old man looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan nodded and said something extremely firmly that shocked the old man: "Yes."

The old man looked at Chen Fan in a daze, and for a long time, he said, "Swords are actually soulful. The more powerful the sword, the stronger the spirituality! You can't pull it out, maybe it's because it can't recognize you!"

The old man carefully checked for a while and said to Chen Fan, "This sword is made of cold iron. It looks extremely strong and should be a rare killing weapon. I feel that this sword is not auspicious, has a strong murderous aura, and is also evil. It is obvious that it is a terrible thing that has slaughtered countless lives."

"But I don't understand why it doesn't recognize me." Chen Fan shook his head, pointed at Gu Luan and said to the old man: "The first time I saw it, it was calling me. I heard the sound of the sword! If it doesn't recognize me, why would it call me?"

The old man froze and fell silent. Shanwu Novel Network

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It’s not too late yet, just like a girl, who likes you and greets you when you meet, but this does not mean that every girl who greets you is willing to give birth to a baby and sleep with you." After a while, the old man said lightly.

Chen Fan looked at him with a big look and said nothing.

This metaphor is a bit rough, but it is very correct.

"What should I do?"

Chen Fan looked at him with a gaze.

"You can try to understand her and care for her, just like your own woman."

The old man said, holding the sword, showing a very vicissitudes of expression, "Do you know what sword Zen is?"

"I heard of it, but I don't know how to do it." Chen Fan took the sword from the old man and held it in his arms.

"Put it on your knees, find a secluded and quiet place, forget your worries, forget your obsessions, and use your heart to feel her pulse, her tremor, listen carefully, what she wants to tell you..."

The old man picked up the broom again and stood up, "Sitting meditation can calm your mind, meditation can slow down time. Try to understand as I said. If it goes well, you will have unexpected gains."

After the old man finished speaking, he got up and wanted to leave.

Chen Fan thought about his words, but fell into deep thought.

"Boss, why do I feel like this old man is so nagging? He looks like a liar!" When he came out, Wu Qiong couldn't help but complain.

"You gave him so much money. If it were me, I wouldn't give him a penny!" Seeing that Chen Fan didn't say anything, Wu Qiong said again.

"I think he can give it a try. In this way, we won't go back now, go to the Wall Chan Temple to take a look!"

"Car Temple?"

"kindness."

Wu Qiong turned around and drove straight to the direction of the Cang Temple.

Waguan Temple is a small temple on the outskirts of the city, with green mountains and clear waters and pleasant scenery. Logically speaking, this place should be a good place for tourism. Unfortunately, the monks in this temple are very stubborn and do not cooperate with attracting tourists, and never open to the public.

There are eleven monks of all sizes in the temple, one by one with a coarse cloth monk robes, living a poor life away from the world. The hosts of the temple set rules that monks, regardless of their size, will not receive incense money, and will adhere to the "no money precept" when eating. When eating, they will also beg for alms. As long as they eat, they will never speak ill even if they can't get it. It can be regarded as a clear stream in the circle of monks with a strong smell of money, and are very respected by the world.

Wu Yihong believed in Buddhism and brought Chen Fan to him before. She was one of the few lay Buddhists who could enter and exit the Waguan Temple at will. The monks in the temple respected her very much. Chen Fan had come several times with Wu Yihong's light and was familiar with the little masters in the temple.

Knowing that the monk in the temple did not collect incense money, this guy went to the vegetable market to buy a bunch of vegetables and fruits, and then made a bag of rice and a bag of white flour. When the things were taken out of the car, the monk insisted on not accepting them. Later, the abbot of the temple said that he barely accepted them.

Although they said they didn't want it, they were still very happy. The monks' life of practicing cultivation was much more painful than they thought. It was a blessing to be able to have a full meal. With these, they would naturally be very happy.

Chen Fan told the abbot about his affairs, and only said that he was upset, restless and could not calm down recently. He wanted to disturb the monks staying in the temple for a few days to calm down and make his eyes clear. He also hoped that the masters would make it easier.

The old abbot often preached to Chen Fan and had a good impression of Chen Fan's understanding. This time, he accepted Chen Fan's things and agreed readily.

Chen Fan found a quiet place in the back mountain, in front of a walled waterfall. The streams in the water were gurgling, some big rocks and trees around him were indeed a great place.

After Chen Fan made arrangements for his family, he waded across the river alone. Finally, he chose a stone in the pool in front of the waterfall to practice Zen with a sword, and began to follow the old man's words.

Close your eyes and look inward, Chen Fan gathered his mind, and he began to look for it in his heart, first to be clear in his heart, then feel the breathing and breathing, until his pores open and the inside and outside are clear, he began to use his heart to feel the changes around him.

As Chen Sanjin said, meditation is a good thing and can slow down time, but it is easy to say. If you want to do it, you have to really make it stand.

Chen Fan closed his eyes and felt the surroundings. After a long breath, he passed by for a long time. After several times of soreness and pain, the feeling of discomfort gradually disappeared and he began to have a state of selflessness.

He heard the sound of flowing water, the birds, the soft whispers among the trees, the budding of plants, the whispers of the sunshine, the rippling of dew, and the surround of the mountains and rivers...

Every grass and tree seem to be still, but it seems to be alive.

Chen Fan entered the temple for three days and remained motionless like a sculpture. Finally, at the end, Chen Fan heard the long and deep breathing sound.

Chen Fan put his hand on the sword and the ancient sword on his knee. He felt the pulse of the sword, the breath of the sword, and heard an ethereal and graceful voice that he had never heard before...

This is a woman's voice, which is very nice. She was singing something in her melodious voice. Chen Fan couldn't hear it clearly, but he was immersed in that voice and couldn't extricate himself.

The blue sky, the clear lake water, the new tender grass rolls like waves, the beautiful and refined woman in white clothes holds her long skirt and walks towards the calm lake, facing the snow-capped mountains in the distance, with her superb appearance and elegant appearance as a fairy.

Chen Fan, who was still as big as a child, was wearing a dirty leather waistcoat with frills and ran over involuntarily, but the woman stepped on ripples and gradually drifted away.

"Sister!" Chen Fan shouted loudly.

The woman stood still, turned around, and smiled sweetly as soon as she turned around.

Chen Fan saw a familiar face, a familiar face.

It's a young lady!
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