"Jingxinyuan!"

Chen Fan looked at the huge courtyard isolated in the desert, his eyes rested on the three characters on the plaque.

There are no green plants around Jingxinyuan, only wind and sand are bare. However, in Jingxinyuan, the vegetation is dense and the birds and flowers are fragrant, like a world of Taoyuan.

"It seems..."

"Should not be from the shadow guard."

When Chen Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help but make such a judgment.

There were a few days when he came to the seventh heaven. He knew all about the powers of the seventh heaven, but... he had never heard of such a place!

Even Yan Ruyu has never mentioned it!

Is it just built in recent years?

"Since the donor is here, why not come in and sit down?"

At this moment, the gate of Jingxinyuan opened, and an old but powerful voice came out.

"If that's the case, the owner of this village is bothering."

Hearing this, Chen Fan raised his brows, obviously he didn't expect the other party to be able to detect his arrival, and what was even more unexpected was that the other party would invite him!

and…

Listening to the name of the other party, you can know that the owner of Jingxinyuan is a monk!

"Da da da…"

Stepping into the Jingxin Courtyard, Chen Fan can see the terraces and pavilions in the courtyard more intuitively.

"This is not an illusion."

"This is the result of years of painstaking cultivation by poor monks."

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man walked over with a watering appliance. He was wearing a monk's robe at random. He was covered in sweat, and his shoes were stained with mud and it was still very moist. Obviously. At work.

"How did the flowers here survive?"

Chen Fan instantly got a better impression of the middle-aged monk in front of him. Then he cast his eyes on the gorgeous flowers around and asked, "As far as the owner knows..."

"This is the northern desert, vast and endless, with endless wind and sand, and there is no life in thousands of miles."

"It's incredibly difficult to cultivate flowers, right?"

"Moreover, the purple bell flower you cultivated is one of the many flowers that is extremely difficult to survive."

"Diligently."

The middle-aged monk said concisely: "What the donor just said are just external conditions."

"As long as you work hard, everything can be done."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan smiled.

Chatting with monks is like that, he is used to it.

Did not care.

"How long has the master been here?"

"There are thousands of Buddhist temples in the world, why doesn't the master stay there?"

"It's here alone?"

Chen Fan asked curiously.

"Thousands of Buddhist temples, but there is no place for them."

"Poor monks like it more, meditation and nourishment! Atonement!"

The middle-aged monk said calmly and continued to do what he was doing.

"Atonement?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan raised his brows and instantly grasped the point of the middle-aged monk's words.

"Yes."

"Atonement!"

The middle-aged monk said without evasiveness: “Many monks who have become monks halfway through the world either see through the past, or are ashamed of death, wanting to find sustenance and the faith to live, or they have sinful sins and beg for their souls to be transcended and not fall. hell."

"The master is a man with a story."

Chen Fan said, instead of asking about the other party's private affairs, he changed the topic and said, "Those who have stories have needs."

"Does the master have any desires to satisfy?"

"desire?"

"Monks are abstinent. Even though poor monks have avoided the world for a long time, they dare not violate the rules of Buddhism."

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk shook his head and took good care of the delicate flowers that had just grown from the ground.

This is Saint Luo Xinkui, which cannot withstand any wind and rain, but is one of the most delicate flowers in the world.

What people didn't expect was that it took root here too!

"Uh...what does the master wish to accomplish?"

Chen Fan asked.

Talking to monks is hard work!

The words were vague and harp.

Can you hurry up?

"wish?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk paused, stopped his movements, and cast his eyes to an octagonal holy well not far away, thoughtfully.

Chen Fan followed his gaze, his pupils shrank slightly.

Because the octagonal holy well is densely engraved with a large number of mysterious runes, even if it is him, it feels extremely uncomfortable to look at it!

Looking carefully, this octagonal holy well has a small, covered, no hole, narrow top and wide bottom, standing on a round platform.

It looks neat and tidy.

only…

The more Chen Fan looked, the more strange it became.

"The donor found something wrong?"

At this moment, the middle-aged monk stared at Chen Fan, his voice became dark and hoarse for some reason, and he asked.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and turned to the middle-aged monk, and said, "Master, it seems...your story is very deep."

"The owner is really interested in your story."

"If the donor can find the Jingxinyuan, it is enough to show that your strength is extremely powerful."

"In the northern desert, there are many dangers, and it is a place where the horrendous generations of thousands of races are active."

"Among them, the dryland centipede, which is the strongest, has the strength of a half-step earth-zun!"

The middle-aged monk stared at Chen Fan, and continued: "But...your strength is only at the Seventh Rank Venerable Realm."

"The donor is Soul and Wu Shuangxiu?"

"No wonder you can see the magic of the Octagonal Sacred Well."

"Octagonal Holy Well Master suppressed."

Chen Fan didn't explain too much about his own strength, but asked: "This village owner really wants to know, what is the evil thing that needs the master to sit down and the octagonal holy well to suppress?"

"It's better not to know the donor."

The middle-aged monk said indifferently: "Otherwise...you are likely to be involved in cause and effect, and it will be impossible to get rid of it at that time."

"cause and effect?"

Chen Fan smiled faintly, and said, "It is indeed a big trouble to bear karma."

"but…"

"Since the master can bear it, the owner of this village is naturally not afraid."

"Who is the donor?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk squinted his eyes and asked.

"No wonder the prestige value has not reached 10 million points. It turns out that the reputation of the owner is not big enough."

Chen Fan murmured.

"What did the donor say?"

The middle-aged monk was taken aback for a moment and did not understand.

"Oh, nothing."

Chen Fan waved his hand and said, "Ten Thousand Realms Bank, Master, have you heard of it? Now it is under the control of the owner."

"The owner of this village found that there were strong powers in the Seventh Heaven that exceeded the limits of the Heavenly Dao. He came to investigate one or two to see if he could make a deal."

He stated his purpose bluntly.

"Ten Thousand Realms Bank?!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk changed his complexion for the first time, staring at Chen Fan, and said, "No wonder... no wonder..."

"Since the donor wants to know the story of the octagonal holy well, the poor monk can tell it again."

"After that, the poor monk wants to make a deal with Ten Thousand Realms Bank!"

"Listen thoroughly."

Naturally, Chen Fan will not have any problems. This is the purpose of his trip: "As for the transaction...As long as the master can pay a sufficient price and does not violate the principles of the Ten Thousand Realms Bank, any request can be met by the owner."