Old Man Feng put away the cutting ruler in his hand and looked at the civet cat sideways, "For the sake of Brother Wei and Brother Wei, I won't argue with you, otherwise I won't be able to stop taking action. Then I'm afraid Wei Neither brother nor brother Wei can stop me."
"snort!"
The civet cat turned around and slowly jumped back to Yu Chi's shoulder on cat steps.
Wei Chi held the sword in his arms and said with a smile: "No, Old Man Feng, please take action quickly, so that I can open my eyes to what kind of magical power neither I nor Old Wei can stop."
Old Man Feng waved his hand, pretending to be inscrutable, twirling his beard and saying with a smile: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Even the Taoist ancestors, the Buddha ancestors and the sage masters have never seen this magical power of my hand. I have practiced this skill." The magical power should not be exposed easily. Once it is used, it will shake the world, and the gods and ghosts are unpredictable. If you are not careful, it will resonate with the world and cause great disasters."
"Bah!" The civet cat said with disdain on his face, "You are obviously just pretending to be a ghost, and it also resonates with the world. Do you really think that you can compare with the founders of the three religions?"
What Li Mao said is correct. Since ancient times, the monks who have cast spells can resonate with heaven and earth. Apart from the sages and gods from ancient times, now only the founders of the three religions can cast spells that can resonate with heaven. Old man Feng is now bragging about his magical powers. It naturally doesn't believe that it can resonate with heaven and earth.
Old man Feng looked at the civet cat with a smile.
The civet cat felt uncomfortable being stared at by Old Man Feng. Suddenly, with the civet cat as the center, a small heaven and earth cage instantly trapped it, and then bursts of majestic and powerful pressure surged out of the cage, trapping the civet cat in it. .
The civet cat screamed, and its hair stood on end, instantly holding up a barrier, which was crushed to pieces as soon as it came into contact with the majestic pressure.
Just when he was about to touch the civet cat, Yu Chi shot out a soft light with a flick of his finger, and the oppression surrounding the civet cat immediately dissipated.
Yu Chi said helplessly: "Old Feng, you can be regarded as an old man who has been in the world for many years. How can you compete with a junior every day? No matter what people say, you are from your lineage. Look at it. How did you get bullied?"
Old man Feng corrected him: "It's a demon."
Wei Chi continued: "Besides, I can still be regarded as the god of incense and fire with half a priesthood now, so I have to save some face for others."
Old Man Feng sat down and hummed: "Since Brother Wei has spoken, for your sake I will spare his life as a dog, no, as a cat, but it's just a matter of three things. If he can't control himself next time You have such a slutty mouth, so don’t blame me for being unkind."
Wei Chi nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, you don't remember the faults of villains. The prime minister's belly can hold a boat, and the general's forehead can run a horse..."
At this moment, Old Man Feng was in high spirits. He waved his hand and said, "Well, Lieutenant, go and make me a pot of tea. Remember to add the thousand-year-old silver grass that grows on Yunjin Mountain."
"Got the order!"
Yu Chi turned around, but reacted immediately.
Old Man Feng waited for a long time and saw no sign of the teapot. He slapped the table and said angrily: "Can you please be more slick! I'm still waiting to drink tea."
Yu Chi crossed his arms and leaned against the door, "Old man Feng, your skin has been itchy lately."
Old man Feng quickly came to his senses, immediately changed his face, rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "What is that? Brother Wei, whatever you want to drink, I will get it for you right now."
The middle-aged scholar-shirted man on the side looked at these two living treasures who had lived for who knows how many years, holding his forehead and being speechless. He took a deep breath and said, "Stop making trouble."
Then he turned to look at Old Man Feng and asked, "Tell me, it's up to me to do it or not."
Old Man Feng stood up, bowed and said, "When necessary, I hope you can take action."
The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt said: "I disappoint you. You know the rules at the Confucian Temple, and you can't take action easily."
"Behave!" After hearing this, Old Man Feng's face turned ugly. He pointed at the middle-aged man and yelled, "Damn it, are you stupid because of reading? You talk about benevolence, justice, morality, rules and etiquette every day, but you can't do it now. Accommodating and accommodating? Do you have to wait until the person is dead before you take action? "A great virtue should not be idle, but a small virtue can go in and out." I think you scholars should understand this moral better than me, right? "
This was the first time that Yu Chi had seen Old Feng lose his temper. In his impression, Old Feng had always been a smiling little old man. It was rare to see him showing an angry expression at this moment.
Old man Feng suddenly wiped his face, sat down slumped, and said sadly: "That's all, forget it if you don't want to take action. I'm not an unreasonable person. I know that you are forced to take action for various reasons. You are a scholar."
The middle-aged man in the scholar's shirt was silent for a long time. He grabbed hold of the sky, took out a "Mountain and River Card" and threw it to Old Man Feng.
This sign is a kind of pass issued by the Confucian Temple, similar to a customs clearance document. It is specially used for monks from other continents to cross continents to visit the Middle-earth Divine Continent. If they do not hold this order, they are not allowed to set foot in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
Old man Feng quickly humiliated him and flattered him: "As expected of a scholar with a great education, he is so bold! He is so bold! Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt held out a finger and said, "I can help you get at most one day at the Confucian Temple in one day."
Old Man Feng nodded vigorously and said: "I know, I will not make it difficult for you, Brother Wei. This time, I, Old Man Feng, will treat it as a favor that I owe you."
Even though old man Feng was joking and laughing all day long, he would definitely take the things he promised seriously.
The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt waved his hand, "Let's go."
Old Man Feng stamped his feet and his figure disappeared in an instant.
Yu Chi walked up to the middle-aged man in Ru shirt and said, "Aren't you afraid that the Confucian Temple will blame you if you let him out?"
The middle-aged man rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "What can I do? If you don't think he's annoying, I still think he's annoying."
Wei Chi said anxiously: "Then you can't hand over the "Shanhe Card". You don't know how bad old Feng's reputation was in the world, otherwise you wouldn't have imprisoned him and let you and me." Guarding here, you are such a smart person, why are you so confused now? "
The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt waved his hand and said with a smile: "And the Confucian Temple had already anticipated his purpose, so that sign should have been given to him."
Yu Chi suddenly realized, "So that's it. In other words, this was staged deliberately to make Old Man Feng think he owed you a favor?"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and nodded, "That's right. After all, Feng Laomo's favor is not so easy to get."
After saying that, he raised his arms, and the landscape and luck in the temple that had been disrupted by the aftermath began to return to their original state in an orderly manner.
