Chapter 363

Yan Feng also observed that the old monk's breath and inspiration lasted for a long time. It was like people in the fantasy TV series were absorbing the aura between heaven and earth. Usually, when people were breathing for a long time, the ups and downs of the chest would become very obvious, but the old monk's chest was very quiet, as if he was not breathing.

Clearly breathing, but can calm down to this degree, Yan Feng according to his intuition, more and more sure, this old monk is certainly not simple.

The old monk's purr is very rhythmic. Yan Feng can't help it. Who let the old monk not even give Yan Feng the time to refuse? Yan Feng can only squat down, and then back up the old monk.

The old monk is very light. Yan Feng's feeling of carrying the old monk on his back is much easier than when he is carrying his luggage.

There is only one way to the foot of the mountain. Yan Feng doesn't need to ask for directions. The stone steps down the mountain are not as steep as going up the mountain. Otherwise, Yan Feng will carry a person on his back, and it will be very difficult for him to go down.

Yan Feng doesn't know how long he's been walking. Even when he's going down the mountain, he's still sweating. It's incredible that the old monk is still sleeping in such a turbulence. Yan Feng thinks, maybe this is the realm of an expert.

Yan Feng also wondered, along the way, there is only one way down the mountain, what training camp, even a shadow can not be seen.

Walking down the last stone step, Yan Feng's eyes become a bamboo forest. Looking back, the stone steps leading to the mountain are winding like snakes. Yan Feng doesn't know how he came down from the mountain with a man on his back.

When the breeze comes, the bamboo leaves are dancing, and you can hear the bell ringing from the depth of the bamboo forest. A few rays of golden sunlight penetrate through the gaps in the bamboo forest. It is very quiet all around. Even in the sunny day, Yan Feng can feel a kind of faint chill.

In front of the bamboo forest, there is a wooden column with two arrows in different directions. The arrow also has words on it, which is like a sign used to guide the way in tourist attractions.

Yan Feng raised his waist, so that the old monk could come up a little, and then walked to have a look, an arrow forward, an arrow to the right.

The arrow on the front reads: Hongshan Shaolin Temple, if you find the abbot, please go and return it; on the right arrow, it says: except for the disciples of Hongshan Shaolin Temple, no one is allowed to enter, or there will be danger of life.

Yan Feng frowns. Is this old monk the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Hongshan? Yan Feng is too lazy to think about it. Regardless of whether he is, the old monk must be from Shaolin Temple. First send him back to talk about it, and then ask where the training camp is. There is no signal in this deep mountain and old forest. Yan Feng wants to contact Luoling and ask for directions.

Yan Feng went straight to the depths of the bamboo forest. The bell in the distance was more and more clear, but it stopped after a few rings.

The bamboo leaves fall slowly, and the ground is full of green bamboo leaves. As soon as the wind passes, the bamboo leaves rustle. The sound reverberates in the bamboo forest, which is quite pleasant. In this bamboo forest, Yan Feng feels that his heart is inexplicably calm down. It's like a fairyland isolated from the outside world. He can't hear the noise of any city, and can't see the prosperity of any city.

After walking for a while, there is a section of upward stone steps. The stone steps are not high. You can see the top at a glance.

Yan Feng stepped up, half of the time, saw a corner of a building, in the upward, the building's panorama gradually appeared.

This is a huge tower building, with a total of six floors. The two colors of scarlet and golden yellow complement each other, making it sacred and solemn. There are also wisps of white smoke in it, just like the place where immortals live.

On both sides of the closed gate, the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right are sculptures carved out of stone. The expressions of the green dragon and the white tiger are dignified and dignified. Above the gate, there is a wooden sign that is rotten to the point of being unable to read clearly. On it, the words "red mountain Shaolin Temple" can be seen.

Yan Feng suddenly felt as if he had been to some Buddhist holy land. He did not expect that there was such a place in the deep mountains and forests. Moreover, it was strange that it was not regarded as a tourist attraction.

The old monk smelled the smoke, and then he smelled the smoke.

The old monk was still smelling, but it was obvious that he was not smelling sandalwood in the air at this time. He was more like smelling Yan Feng. Yan Feng was very flustered now.

Old and still smell for a while, that people unpredictable no emotion eyes fell on the corner of Yan Feng's mouth, Yan Feng's mouth was hit a punch, so the skin.

"Oh, you're injured. Let me help you suck it. My saliva has the effect of hemostasis." When the old monk finished speaking, he went to Yan Feng's mouth.

"Damn it! Pervert you At this time, the old monk Yan's sexual orientation was thrown into the fear of the old monk Yan!

Yan Feng thinks deeply and fears that the old monk can eat meat and drink wine, which shows that the taboo of color can also be contaminated. If the old monk likes men, then I am not very dangerous?!

Yan Feng is not confident that he can beat the old monk with his strength. If the old monk is strong, isn't he Yan Feng did not dare to think any more, because the picture was disgusting, Yan Feng almost vomited.The old monk stood up from the ground. He patted the dust on his body. Then he looked at Yan Feng displeasantly and said, "forget it. You don't want to do it for you. If you don't want to smoke, you don't want to smoke. What's the matter with beating people? It's mean."

Then there happened a strange thing for Yan Feng, that is, the old monk was floating away, like a ghost.

Yan Feng was stunned and didn't notice that the gate of Shaolin Temple had been opened.

"Oh A young monk in zhaifu suddenly appeared behind Yan Feng and said, "if you dare to offend the abbot, you will die. Our abbot is very mean."

Before the young monk's voice fell, Yan Feng suddenly felt a gust of icy wind. He rushed forward, and then he saw the old monk who had just floated away stretched out his hands and flew over, directly beating the young monk next to Yan Feng.

The old monk, also known as the abbot, had a deep sense of killing in his expressionless eyes. "I hate people saying bad things about me behind my back. I'll never do it again."

After the abbot finished, he went away again.

Yan Feng looked back and saw that the young monk was half leaning on the door, his face was bleeding from seven orifices, and his dying appearance was very frightening. He seemed to have no way to return to heaven.

Yan Feng didn't guess wrong. The old monk was indeed the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Hongshan. He was very powerful. He could beat people to seven orifices with one blow, bleeding and unable to move.

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