Chapter 362

A gust of fresh wind blows, there is no sense of dryness and heat, but with a kind of refreshing and refreshing. It turns out that this is the wind on the red mountain. The wind carries several maple leaves, one maple leaf gently falls on the head of old Heshang, and another falls on the shoulder of the old monk. After the maple leaves fall, they do not move, as if they are still. One corner of the Yellow Taoist robe follows the wind slightly Up, it looks very immortal.

This gesture of the old monk made Yan Feng think that the old monk should be an expert. He didn't want to fight back because he didn't want to fight back. Maybe all the Buddhists are Buddhist. They can't fight back or scold them.

"Don't mind your own business. This old man who relies on the old and sells the old will come again if he doesn't have a fight!" The exploding head stares at Yan Feng fiercely, and the blue veins on his strong arm clench his fist.

"It's just that you often come here to eat? Not so hard? " Before fighting, Yan Feng always reasoned with the other party first, but the reason didn't make sense, and then he used his fist to talk about things.

"It's just something to eat!" Turning around, he pointed to a huge bag of fried chicken wings, squid balls and other things.

The big black bag is big enough to hold a full-time fat pig. We can see how much food these four young people have brought. Only now, there are few things left in the bag, but on the ground beside the bag, there are many things that have been stained with sand.

The exploding head then said: "this old thing came up and took away most of our bags of food. We said we would not give it back to him. Don't you think it's open robbery?"

This Yan Feng looked back at the old monk. The old monk still closed his eyes, and the two maple leaves on his head and shoulders were still there, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

On the side of Luoling, Nie Zhenwei is talking about the old monk, but Nie Zhenwei calls the old monk abbot.

"Because there is no barbecue in Hongshan scenic area, the place on the edge of the cliff becomes a barbecue place for many people, because it will not be found by the administrator of the scenic area, and the scenery there..." Nie Zhenwei looked into the distance, and there was a vast blue sky outside the glass. He seemed to see the red leaves all over the mountain, as if he was in a sea of fire, but the wind was blowing.

Nie Zhenwei then said: "few people know where barbecue can be, because they are afraid that it will be blocked by the people in the scenic area, so from time to time, someone will go there, and then they will meet the abbot, who often grabs barbecue there, so they are often beaten."

Luo Ling listens to listen, suddenly feel something wrong, "the abbot is not the abbot of the monk temple? And take the lead in eating meat? "

Nie Zhenwei felt a little more reverence in his eyes, and said: "the abbot said that his mental state had reached the level of Ji Gong. He could keep wine and meat in his heart. Even if he ate meat and drink wine, he still had Buddha in his heart. Under the temptation of wine and meat, the Buddha's heart was as clear as ever, which was a higher realm than abstinence."

Luo Ling a black line, "ha ha, no wonder every monk can eat meat and drink wine now. It turns out that all monks have reached such a level."

As the saying goes, all things are advancing with the times, otherwise they will be eliminated. So are monks. Ancient monks went up the mountain after seeing through the world. They were really pure-minded and lustless, and they didn't touch the beauty of wine and meat.

Nowadays, most of the monks spend money to go up the mountain to help manage the temple. If they shave their heads, they are said to be monks. Their wages are not low for a month. They are as good as wine, meat and beauty.

This is how the monks keep pace with the times. Nowadays, there are not many women who eat fast every day.

"What happened to the abbot?" Luo Ling knew that Nie Zhenwei would not talk about an abbot for no reason. The abbot Nie Zhenwei said must have a close relationship with the devil training camp.

Nie Zhenwei is still looking at the blue sky and white clouds in front of him, but at this time, his yearning in his eyes has become dignified, "abbot, is the person who took me to the devil training camp."

"Ah!" Luo Ling didn't turn the corner all of a sudden, but unexpectedly asked, "the devil training camp is not a monk temple, is it?"

"To be exact." Nie Zhenwei seriously corrected Luo Ling and said: "the most terrible devil training camp is actually Shaolin Temple in Hongshan!"

On the red mountain cliff, Yan Feng convinced the four young people led by the explosive head. Of course, Yan Feng was not without damage. He was also beaten a few fists and his mouth was full of color.

Although it was the old monk's fault, Yan Feng couldn't watch the old monk being killed. He wanted to let the blast head fight for a round, but the exploder refused to let the old monk go.

According to the blaster, this is the 49th time that the old monk has come to rob them. They have beaten the old monk for forty-nine times. However, the old monk never corrects himself and makes mistakes again and again. That's why he is so angry this time.

Yan Feng crossed his waist, panting, sweating all over. The four young men who were beaten on the ground threatened that they had remembered Yan Feng's appearance, and then packed up their things and left angrily.

Yan Feng is not as thick as Luo Ling's, and it's hard to be beaten. When he looks back, he finds that the old monk is still motionless, and the red leaves on his head and shoulders are still there.Yan Feng also did not understand, this in the end is a master? Or is it just a coincidence.

Yan Feng shook his head. It was not the first time that Yan Feng was in a bad mood after doing good deeds. Yan Feng was about to leave when the old monk suddenly said, "benefactor, if you don't mind, can you send me back?"

"Why?" Yan Feng frowned and asked.

The old monk said faintly: "I meditate for too long, my legs are sore, and I can't walk for a while. Since you want to go forward, you'd better send me off along the way."

Yan Feng tilted his head and squinted at the old monk for a while. He was a little puzzled. The old monk had always closed his eyes. Why did the old monk know where he was going? It seems that he is really an expert in hiding.

Yan Feng hesitated for a moment, then turned to the old monk and asked him whether the training camp was good. As soon as he got close to the old monk, he heard the old monk's slight purr.

Yeah? fell asleep? Yan Feng was shocked. The old monk was still talking to him a second ago. Yan Feng had only a few steps to walk. How could the old monk have fallen asleep? The speed of falling asleep in this second can be on the talent show.

"Hello! Hello Yan Feng called twice, and the old monk did not move. Yan Feng murmured: "it doesn't look like you're pretending to sleep. You're really an expert. You fall asleep, and you're still sitting asleep."

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