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Within the mountain forest, birds and beasts were forbidden, and the birds and birds were completely silent.

The monk sat in the forest and blended in with nature. He was as quiet as a Buddha statue.

He wasn't in a good mood for the past few days. He wasn't as quick as Yang Mu to extricate himself from Hong Yi's disappearance.

When Yang Mu left, he said that he would take good care of Hong Yi. However, before Yang Mu came back, he lost Hong Yi.

Yang Mu didn't blame him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

The monk was actually quite smart. It was just that he had not experienced anything, so it was difficult to control his emotions.

After searching for a long time, Pan Feng finally found where the monk was.

It was already past two in the morning, and most of the people were asleep.

The three of them were on duty at Pan Feng Valley. Gu Da Sen was meticulously patrolling the area, checking to see if the sentry post was asleep and if there was anything wrong with it.

Pan Feng knew that Gu Da Sen was a serious person. Since he was very serious, she could definitely take time off from his work.

Despite being so close to the Song Army, Pan Feng had never thought of looking for him.

Maybe she started to think about it, but she didn't want to think about it now.

Pan Feng was a commodity in the past. He used his body and youth to exchange for a stable life.

It may seem wrong to most people, but this is exactly the way many young girls have chosen to live their lives.

It wasn't a mistake, it was good that she was safe and sound. However, people like Pan Feng who had their eyes opened would sometimes think that she was missing something in her mind.

For example, higher personal values.

Like love and being loved.

This was something every young woman would dream about, or rather, every human being would think about.

People were born lonely, but when they grew up, they would become even more lonely.

Everyone yearned to find someone who loved them as much as they loved themselves.

But in the vast sea of people, it was hard to find such a complete person.

Therefore, most people chose to compromise, choose to endure, choose to ignore, and choose to change.

In short, they had to make all sorts of choices in order to protect a marriage, a relationship, and a single person.

When she was careless and had a head full of white hair, she would always attract compliments from others, saying that this couple was really enviable, and that she might be very happy.

However, looking back with his eyes closed for the rest of his life, was this person really someone he had once wanted?

Most of them weren't. It was just that his hair had turned white from carelessness.

Pan Feng did not have a soul left to play with. Even though she looked like that, she would often think about such things in her heart.

Knowing that Hua Chi was a monk, Pan Feng wanted to talk to him. She had thought about it from the first time she saw him, but she had never gotten the chance to. Hua Chi would always follow beside Yang Mu.

Pan Feng was the second in command of the team, and Yang Mu was only the honorary leader. Most matters were arranged by Pan Feng, so she got herself and the monk into the same class.

When he finally found the person he wanted to meet, he sat cross-legged in the woods with his back to the tree and the Damascus Steel Staff stuck in the ground beside him.

There wasn't much light in the forest, so he couldn't see clearly. It was only when he got closer to Pan Feng that he was able to see the monk's handsome and resolute face.

Compared to Yang Mu, the monk was on par with him. He was a handsome fellow.

And he was at the best man's age, thirty.

His body was more or less stable, full of strength and vigor.

Pan Feng was a mature woman. She loved men of this age with this kind of body the most. When she imagined the power he might possess, her body would start to burn with passion …

She had experienced human beings, but she had never experienced such a feeling.

He walked over and sat beside the monk.

The monk still had his eyes closed, but his eyelids twitched. In between the cracks, he could see who it was.

"Sir, there is no need to worry. I grew up in the back mountain of the temple, and now that I'm sitting here, all the grass within a thousand meters can't escape my ears. So when we go back, let me guard this direction."

"Heh heh, your ears are that sensitive? you can hear a thousand meters? "

"No, I can't hear it, but the forest is alive. It can tell people what it contains and what it is doing."

"Is this Zen?"

Pan Feng felt that the monk was very mysterious, so she tilted her head to look at him and asked gently.

The monk paused for a moment. With a slight frown, he sighed and said:

"Sigh, this monk doesn't know anything about the Dao of Zen. Actually, he can't be considered a foreigner. It's just that I have a Buddha in my heart, so everything I said was just comprehension."

"You sound like you're speaking in a refined manner. It seems like you're from the ancient times."

"Because the sect has been out of the world for years, they have never been outside for several generations. As a result, word of mouth is passed down, bringing along a few rare people. Master once said that the speaker is a communication skill; it's fine as long as the speaker is able to answer, there's no need to intentionally do anything about it; it's fine as long as you can understand what I'm saying."

"Your master is a very intelligent person, right?"

At the mention of master, the monk's expression eased and he nodded his head.

Pan Feng had a lot of questions, so she continued to ask them one by one.

The monk was a good student, so he answered them one by one.

Over time, the two of them had chatted in the forest for more than ten minutes.

Suddenly, the monk raised his hand and pressed a thick finger to Pan Feng's lips.

In fact, the finger wasn't that thick, but it was just that the monk was strong and sturdy, and his body was big everywhere. In the eyes of a little woman like Pan Feng, his big finger could be described as thick.

For a moment, Pan Feng felt a little embarrassed.

What was this? Why was he pressing his finger to his lips? What a shy feeling.

"Killing intent!"

Pan Feng didn't even have time to react.

Could a monk really see through the forest?

After staring blankly for a few seconds, Pan Feng reacted and took out her newly equipped long blade.

In the apocalypse, one had to be careful at all times. This was the rule.

After waiting for a few minutes, Pan Feng finally heard the sound.

There was something walking in the forest. There were quite a few sounds.

Pan Feng quickly picked up her cell phone and dialed the number for the central control room.

At this moment, Xu Yan, who had returned with Yang Mu, was in the control center.

He has been appointed administrator of the Ministry of Information.

However, due to the lack of equipment, he was currently a figurehead without monitoring equipment.

However, some ways of communicating information have been established.

He got a number and connected to several phones. As long as all the phones rang, he would receive six informants including himself from the information department. This meant that there might be an enemy attack.

Yang Mu's requirement was very simple. He was not afraid of wolves not coming. As long as there was any movement, he had to warn them. After that, everyone had to enter combat mode.

Even if he had to go through more than a dozen forgeries in a day, he still had to take it seriously. He had to be cautious enough in the face of doomsday.

When Xu Yan heard the phone call, he immediately jumped up and ordered all the informants to inform the teams that they were in combat mode.

This was a walkie-talkie call, and would not cause an alarm to sound throughout the battalion. It would attract the enemy's attention.

While they were preparing for the camp, the monk and Pan Feng had already entered into a bitter battle.

The ones who came were the southern apeman. There were many of them, and they were very crazy.

A melee began after the skirmishes.

Monk Wu was originally very powerful, and now that Yang Mu had given him three Level 3 Yellow-rank pills, he was like a tiger that had grown wings.

The third section of the blue weapon had been bestowed with a special ability, which was different from ordinary weapons.

The buddhist beads on the monk's neck were cast from iron, each weighing four taels of silver. Fifty-five beads weighed twenty-two catties.

Monk was obsessed with the pursuit of strength.

Opening the first section would allow all the buddhist beads to merge onto the buddhist staff. It was as if there was a layer of black charcoal on top of the buddhist beads.

Although the size of the staff did not change, its weight had increased by leaps and bounds, almost reaching one hundred Jin.

If it was in the past, it would be extremely difficult for a monk to use such a heavy weapon.

After training for a few days, the Level 3 Yellow-rank effect was fully displayed.

Those ancient apes couldn't even reach him, and were directly smashed into pieces when they arrived.

With the support of the staff and his two arms, he might even be able to release a force of a thousand jin.

The second paragraph was the Iron Buddha Bead Separation Style.

It was not that the buddhist beads had left, it was just that a chain suddenly appeared around the buddhist staff, and then the buddhist beads were connected to the chain.

He waved his staff and smashed out, hitting a large area around him.

The third section was the contraction of the iron chains, and when they hit a large area, they would entangle many of the Apemen, pulling them all together after the contraction, forming an even stronger hammer head. When they hit the ground again, they would be able to throw the Apemen out, and when they hit the ground, their bones would be broken and their tendons would be broken.

The bravery of the monk was terrifying.

At the very least, Pan Feng's heart trembled. She didn't even have the chance to make a move; the monk had already knocked down forty to fifty Apemen. He was really powerful, giving people a sense of security just like Yang Mu.

Compared to Yang Mu, Pan Feng was much more fond of the simple-minded monk.

Not only was his personality simple, he was also mature. Furthermore, he was so robust that he seemed to be very big everywhere.

The monk naturally didn't know that Pan Feng had already fallen in love with him and was currently frowning.

"Almsgiver!" Hurry and retreat! The more enemies they fight, the more they fight. I wonder how many of them there are! "

There were indeed too many of them. They had charged forward to meet the monk and Pan Feng.

This kind of assault was a carpet style, and many of them had already passed by the nearby area and were about to enter the camp.

"Good!" "Retreat!"

Pan Feng stopped thinking and started to retreat with Hua Chi. When they arrived at the camp's edge, they heard gunshots. The enemy had already started fighting with the female soldiers in the camp.

After the gunshot, not only did the camp become lively, but the people in the castle were also alerted.

Many people looked out of the windows, but it was pitch black downstairs. They did not know what had happened when they heard the noise.

Wen Sijia got up from the bed, dressed, and called Yang Mu. The phone rang many times before she answered.

"Who is it? "

"Yang Mu, why do you sound so weak?" Still not up yet? "

"What am I up for in the middle of the night?"

"Didn't you hear the gunshot?"

"F * ck, enemy attack!"

Yang Mu's voice suddenly rose.

Wen Sijia rolled her eyes.

Sigh, they've been training for a few days already, but they have such a commander. I wonder if they'll be able to escape this calamity.

And what was the person who had come to attack?

Wen Sijia came to the conclusion that there were two possibilities. Either Song Lianxing had made his move, or those Apemen had come …