Chapter 367 Those Who Come Are Unkind
"Alright, alright, I won't fight." Meng Die pouted unhappily, but then, her pair of big eyes rolled and she laughed strangely, "It's good that I don't save you."
"You've been imprisoned for three years. I'll come and see you every day. I'll cook delicious food for you every day and take good care of you. You'll be mine for at least three years. You won't be able to escape."
Xiang Nan was angry and funny, but his heart was warm, but his mood was very complicated.
Xiang Nan was truly moved by what this Dream butterfly had done to Xiang Nan, but she was also a member of the Heavenly Devil Religion, a witch who killed people without blinking an eye.
Xiang Nanping hated people who looked down on their lives the most, but he could not hate this Dream butterfly.
"Could it be that I have a double standard? Because she treats me well, that's why I don't hate her?" Xiang Nan shook his head helplessly. He recalled his experiences with the old monk in his heart and couldn't help but be filled with emotions.
After Xiang Nan finished eating, the Dream butterfly took over the hurdles and left with a snort.
Afterwards, Xiang Nan entered the 18th floor of the dungeon and continued to study the Heart Sutra with the old monk.
The next day, the Dream butterfly came again.
This time, the dishes she brought were completely different from yesterday's dishes. There wasn't a single repetition. It seemed like she had spent a lot of effort.
Xiang Nan said while eating, "Why is Feiyun Temple willing to let you in to see me every day? Their rules are very strict."
Meng Die put her hands on her cheeks as she watched Xiang Nan eat. She said, "You didn't commit a felony, and I spent a lot of money to repair the temple for them. That's why they showed mercy outside the law."
"Yes." Xiang Nan lowered his head slightly and was somewhat uncomfortable when he saw Meng Die's blazing gaze. "Oh right, why can you change your age at will? Sometimes it's a little girl, sometimes it's twenty years old, sometimes it's seventeen or eighteen years old."
"Which one is your real age? You can't be an old lady of seventy or eighty, right?" At this point, Xiang Nan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
The flower branches of Meng Die's smile trembled, "This is the cultivation method I cultivate. It can stay young forever, and can change age at will. You've seen my master, her old lady. How old is she?"
Xiang Nan suddenly said, "No wonder your master is so powerful that even the third generation elders of our Haoran Sect are afraid of her. However, she looks younger and more like your sister."
Meng Die laughed and said, "However, you guessed one thing correctly. I am 89 years old this year and can be your great-grandmother."
Pacha, the chopsticks in Xiang Nan's hand fell to the ground, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Meng Die covered her mouth and laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stinking wood, I lied to you. My talent is so good. How could I only cultivate to the fifth level of the Heavenly Yuan when I was 89 years old? I'm just 21 years old this year, only four years older than you."
Xiang Nan was speechless. She thought to herself that this woman's words were always unreliable. She didn't know which one was true and which one was false, but her age should be true.
"Are you full." Meng Die took the bowl and chopsticks, and also carefully wiped the rice at the corner of Xiang Nan's mouth. "I'll go to the south of the Western Regions in a moment and find the best dishes for you," she said.
"Ah?" Xiang Nan was shocked, "Did you find this food from all over the Western Regions? I thought it was you who cooked it."
Meng Die rolled her eyes at Xiang Nan and jumped away.
Xiang Nan was even more touched. In order to change her taste every day, this woman actually traveled thousands of miles in search of delicacies in the Western Regions.
Xiang Nan stabilized his mind and went to the eighteenth floor.
As soon as he arrived today, the old monk stared fixedly at Xiang Nan for a long time and sighed, "Benefactor, your heart is in chaos."
Xiang Nan shook his head and thought to himself, "Impossible. How could I have fallen for that demonic woman? I have long lost faith in love."
"I'll pass on another Heart Sutra to you today. Remember it well and go back to cultivate." The old monk didn't tell Xiang Nan much and directly began to recite the Heart Sutra.
Over the next ten days, Dream butterfly came every day. Once Xiang Nan was full, he went to the eighteenth floor of the dungeon to cultivate with the old monk.
At the same time, Xiang Nan was incomparably shocked by the Heart Sutra. He had never seen such a long Heart Art.
For nearly eighteen days, he had studied a large portion of the Heart Sutra every day, but he hadn't learned it until today. The complexity of this Heart Sutra was even more frightening than the Sun God Technique.
On the twentieth day, Dream butterfly arrived much later than usual.
"She may not be coming today. I'll go down first." Xiang Nan directly entered the 18th floor of the dungeon.
At the same time, the world above.
The winds and clouds in the sky changed. Countless humans and demon warriors on the ground were so scared that they didn't dare to come out.
In the air, a bright light howled over and directly hovered above the Flying Cloud Temple.
"Haoran Sect, third generation elders, Song Mingcheng has come to ask for an audience!"
There were more than a hundred people standing on the clouds. The three people in front of them were all Half-Saint experts!
Behind them were a large number of young disciples. Those disciples were all relying on the Yuan Qi of Half-Saint experts to stand out of thin air.
The arrival of these three Half-Sage experts in the Western Regions was enough to shake half of the Western Regions' martial world!
Inside the Flying Cloud Temple, the entire place was in chaos. The expressions of the elders in the temple changed drastically.
He heard an aged voice from the depths of the temple. The voice was hoarse and said, "Friend, please come into the temple to see me."
Song Mingcheng smiled and landed in the front courtyard of Feiyun Temple with a large group of people.
At this moment, the two little monks had already rang an ancient bell in the temple. In an instant, all the monks in the temple ran to the front yard to gather.
All the elders of Feiyun Temple had arrived, and behind them stood thousands of young monks of different seniority.
Song Mingcheng's appearance was dignified, and he had a standard Mandarin face. His sword-browed tiger's eyes and nose were wide, and his mouth was wide, and he looked righteous at a glance.
Song Mingcheng cupped his fists and said, "Please come and meet the abbot of your temple."
Just as he finished speaking, an old voice suddenly appeared between the monk and Song Mingcheng, "Isn't this the poor monk?"
Song Mingcheng was suddenly shocked. At an unknown time, an old monk was standing in front of him.
The monk wore a simple kasaya with patches on it. The monk had a peaceful expression and a faint smile on his face.
"Are you the abbot of Feiyun Temple?" Song Mingcheng's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly said, "I, the third generation elder of the Haoran Sect, Song Mingcheng, greets the abbot."
"Yes, Benefactor is being too courteous." The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
The youths behind Song Mingcheng were all dumbfounded. The abbot did not seem to have any strong aura, but he gave off an unfathomable feeling, as vast as the starry sky.
The abbot said to an elder of the Commandment Academy behind him, "Junior Brother, go and release all those who have committed minor crimes in the dungeon."
"Abbot!" The elder's expression changed slightly.
"Go." The abbot smiled faintly.
The elder's face instantly turned ashen as he walked towards the dungeon, his heart filled with fear and unease.
Why release people from dungeons who don't commit serious crimes? Obviously, the abbot knew that the Flying Cloud Temple's calamity was imminent today. He had a compassionate heart and didn't want to implicate those innocent outsiders.
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