Monk Kongxu didn't say anything and used the flames that had not yet dissipated from the sky to create a fire on the ground. Then he quickly took out two sweet potatoes from his pocket and set them on the fire and roasted them.

"This is the sweet potatoes that someone in the village went up the mountain to make a wish a few days ago. They were roasted and eaten just like the sweet potatoes, sweet and soft."

Wusheng's face suddenly turned black.

Are you talking about roasted sweet potatoes now?

"Master, what about that sword just now?"

"Fortunately, I'll take that painting to me to see." Monk Kongxu stretched out his hand.

Wusheng thought about it and took out the painting and handed it to him. Monk Kongxu took it over and stared at it for a long time, and his face gradually became a little solemn.

"It's true!"

"What's it really?"

"The sweet potatoes are going to be baked." He closed the scroll and threw them at Wusheng, and flipped over the two sweet potatoes.

"Master!"

The Buddha's light had already lit up on Wusheng's palms. The magic power on his body was surging.

"If I remember correctly, this sword should be called Fentian." Monk Kongxu looked up at Wusheng.

This apprentice hasn't seen you for a few days, so why is your magic power so powerful?

"Fentian, it sounds very powerful. Is this sword very famous?"

"Well, there are some names, but this one in your hand may be fake." Monk Kongxu pointed to the scroll in Wusheng's hand.

"Fake it, how did you know, you've seen it true?"

“See.”

"Have you seen it, where, the capital, the imperial palace?"

"Yes." Monk Kongxu nodded, "I was fortunate to see it once in the Palace Collection Academy."

Wusheng pondered for a moment after listening.

"It's great to be an emperor. If you like the good things in the world, you will get them."

"However, although your painting is not real, the artistic conception may be higher than the real one." Monk Kongxu reached out and tried roasted sweet potatoes.

"Ah, so awesome!" Wusheng stared at the scroll in his hand.

"How could it be higher than it is really?"

"Oh, this is not simple. The person who painted this painting has a very high cultivation level, which is higher than the monk who created the Burning Heaven Sword. He saw this sword and drew this painting. For example, if you created this sword, you were seen by the Sword Saint. He felt that your sword was not bad. He drew such a painting in his spare time. Of course, it was not only this sword, but also his sword art, and his understanding of this sword."

"I understand that Master said this, is this painting drawn by the Sword Saint?"

"For example, it may be the Sword Saint or his master."

"Oh, that's not bad, but it's a pity that's a broken piece."

"Isn't the remnant chapter going to your hands? Do you think everyone in the world is fool?"

"There is also a bad article, I am easily content." Wusheng said happily.

"Oh, it's cooked, hot, hot, hot, so hot!"

Wusheng shook his head, and then slowly walked towards the forest.

"Where are you going, Wusheng?"

"Go to the mountains and meet old friends."

"Eat roasted sweet potatoes."

"You eat it, it smells so bad if you eat too much!" Wusheng waved his hand.

"Ah, stinky brat!" Monk Kongxu looked at the baked sweet potatoes in his hand, looked up and looked for a long time. At this time, the scorching throw of the sword was not watered by the drizzle that kept falling.

Empty eating the baked sweet potatoes back to the temple.

Under the eaves of the main hall, the monk Kongkong was holding a purple clay pot and drinking tea leisurely.

"Senior Brother."

"The fire just now is so powerful. Has Wusheng's cultivation level improved one more time?"

"Senior brother has a wise eye. He has extraordinary opportunities at the foot of the mountain and can further his cultivation."

"Okay!" Monk Kongkong nodded with relief.

The back mountain of the temple is muddy, damp and cold.

Wusheng went to the treasure land behind Jinding Mountain and found the spiritual monkey and the white fox.

"Monkey Wusheng, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" They were both surprised to see Wusheng.

"It's okay, I'm just missing some time. Come and see you. How are you doing lately?"

"Fortunately, for some reason, there have been more spirits and monsters in the mountains recently, and some of them tried to grab the place, but they were all driven away by us." The monkey scratched her head and said.

"Oh, what kind of monsters are they?"

The monkey said this without success.

"A few mountain spirits, wolf demons, and their Taoism is still shallow. They were still quiet in the past, but for some reason, they have become crazy these days." The white fox said.

This is an abnormality. Such things will definitely not happen for no reason, and the mind of Wusheng is not.

Perhaps it was also affected by the sacrifice to heaven, or for some other reasons, but it was ultimately an unstable factor. The reasons must be identified as soon as possible and eliminated to avoid any impact from Lanruo Temple.

"There is another thing. The Shanyao on Baizhang Cliff a few days ago invited me to go there."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"It said that the days in the mountains are not peaceful, so I'm careful."

This is a kind reminder. It seems that the mountain fang should know something. Wusheng thought to see the mountain fang. See what it knows.

"If you have any difficulties, you can go to Lanruo Temple for help."

"Yeah, I got it."

When Wusheng left, the monkey sent him.

"Monkey Wusheng, I don't know why, but I've always been uneasy in my heart recently." A little uneasy appeared in the monkey's agile eyes.

"To be more specific." Wusheng hurriedly said after hearing this. This spirit monkey is a different species and is naturally unique.

"There is a sense of hostility in this mountain. A few days ago, I searched for the source of this sense of hostility in the mountain and found that one came from outside the mountain and the other came from the depths of the Black Mountain."

"Deep in Montenegro?"

"Yes, the depths of Black Mountain are unknowable places, clouds and mist all day long. With Shanyao's cultivation level, you dare not go too deep."

The unknowing place deep in the Black Mountains mentioned this matter.

The hostility outside the mountain is most likely because the emperor sacrificed the heavens to cause trouble. What is deep in the Black Mountain?

"You must be careful in the mountains." Wusheng reminded.

"I know." The monkey nodded.

Wusheng returned to the temple and found Monk Kongxu and asked about the things deep in the Black Mountains.

"The depths of Black Mountain are too dangerous, I don't know what it is." Monk Kongxu shook his head.

"And what you don't know, are you slandering me again?"

"I really didn't do this time. Don't believe it. Look at my eyes and blink?" Monk Kongxu pointed at his eyes.

"However, the spirit monkey is a alien species in heaven and earth. He felt something was wrong, so there must be something wrong."

"I will go to Baizhang Cliff tomorrow and ask the Shanyao."

“Okay.”

The next morning, Wusheng's practice ended. He was about to go to Baizhang Cliff, but he didn't expect that someone from Ningjia Village at the foot of the mountain went up the mountain to ask Wusheng to consecrate the Buddha statue. The woman who gave her Buddha statue to her elder brother that day had been here for several days.

When I came a few times, Wusheng happened to be in the temple. The monk Kongxu originally said that he would consecrate the Buddha statue and save the woman from running back and forth, but the woman refused. She insisted on asking Master Wusheng.
Chapter completed!