It is now November, and the night in Songshan is quite cold. The two of them walked in the mountains with flashlights. The mountain wind was blown violently. The young monk Yongxin, wearing a cotton jacket and monk's robe, couldn't help but shivered, and his teeth touched each other from time to time made a "clog".

Kang Jianfei took off his coat and threw it to him, saying, "Put it on."

Yongxin turned his head and looked at Kang Jianfei. Seeing that there was only a wool sweater left on him, he said, "The donor is wearing less, so it's better to keep it yourself."

"Do you think I look cold?" Kang Jianfei said as he suddenly turned around and shouted in the darkness behind him, "Come out, what else is there to hide?"

There was a sound of footsteps in the night, and a black shadow ran closer. Only then did the little monk Yongxin see clearly that it was Zhen Zidan.

Zhen Zidan laughed and said, "I saw you quietly leaving the temple, and I knew you were going to find that master."

Yongxin was indeed very cold. Seeing that Kang Jianfei seemed to be really not cold, he quickly put on the brand new coat. Kang Jianfei's figure was much taller than 16-year-old Yongxin. The little monk was wearing the hem of his body and the hem of the clothes was reaching his knees. When he touched the fabric on the coat, the little monk couldn't put it down and became possessive.

"Amitabha, sins, sins, don't have greed..." Yongxin kept silently reciting in his heart.

After leaving Shaolin Temple, the three of them kept heading west, and the mountain road became increasingly difficult to walk. After walking for more than an hour, their trousers and shoes were completely wet with dew stained on the grass.

Zhen Zidan gradually became a little impatient, looked at her watch and said, "I have been leaving for almost two hours. Where is that master?"

Yongxin still answered that way: "It's right in front."

Turning over a mountain, the scenery ahead suddenly changed, and the vegetation of trees began to decrease. Except for the pine trees that grew between the cracks of the rocks, most of the others were cliffs with rugged rocks.

Kang Jianfei once went to Shaoshi Mountain with the crew in his previous life, and thought that they were heading to Sanhuang Village on the west foot of the road. However, compared with the mature tourist attractions developed in later generations, the mountain roads were a hundred times more difficult to walk at this time, and most of the time, there was no road at all, and the road surface was covered by weeds.

Going further, there are no cableways or other items funded by later governments. Instead, it has decayed ancient plank roads and stone steps. If you accidentally step on the air, you will fall to the bottom of the mountain and fall to pieces.

Yongxin used a flashlight in one hand and a rock in the other, warning Kang Jianfei and Zhen Zidan behind him, saying: "Be careful, these wooden boards have been at least a hundred years. It is best to walk on the stone."

Kang Jianfei asked, "How did Master Su Neng find this place back then?"

The young monk Yongxin said, "I heard from my senior brother that Mr. Su Neng was a doctor who came back from overseas before going to Shaolin Temple. After the little Japanese was driven away, Mr. Su Neng went back to Dengfeng with his family to get his ancestral property and opened a private small hospital himself. Later, he encountered land movement. His father asked someone to beat the cadres who came to divide the land... Later, Mr. Su Neng escaped to the mountain alone and became a monk. Mr. Su Neng was originally a Western doctor. After coming to Shaolin Temple, he began to study the medical books left in the temple and specifically treat the monks. He came here to collect herbs, and accidentally discovered the things in the cave."

Zhen Zidan became more and more excited the more he listened to it. This was just like what was written in the novel. A person suffered a major change, then he became a monk, and got an adventure in the mountains and forests. He eventually became a super hermit master. At this time, a talented young man should have crashed into the mountains and was favored by this paradise, and finally mastered his peerless martial arts.

And he, Zhen Zidan, is naturally the talented boy!

In an instant, Zhen Zidan's legs no longer hurt, his waist no longer hurt, and he felt more energetic when walking. He kept urging Yongxin to walk faster.

But the mountain road is too difficult to walk, and often it is still walking against the stone wall. Below is the dark cliff and valley. The three of them walked for another two hours. It was already midnight. Yongxin suddenly pointed to the darkness in the distance and said, "Uncle Su Neng lives there."

Kang Jianfei and Donnie Yen were both happy and quickly accelerated their pace. After walking around several rock walls, they found that there was a different cave inside, and there was a large area of ​​relatively flat mountain.

Gradually the road was also revealed, and it was obvious that people often walked around here, and weeds could not cover the road.

Kang Jianfei swept both sides of the road with a flashlight and found that it was all flattened by people. On one side, he seemed to have planted some seeds, but on the other side there was a vegetable bed, and there were still many vegetables growing in the vegetable field.

Walking further, Kang Jianfei found that there were stone steps and walls here, and inside were some wooden buildings that had been destroyed for many years. Behind the building was a rock cliff, and many caves could be seen in the rock walls. Some of the Buddha statues in the cave had been damaged and fell, and some of the Buddha statues could still be seen on their bodies.

As the light beam of the flashlight turned, there was a thatched hut in a corner between the wreckage of the ancient building and the cave. The wall base of the hut was made of irregular stone, and the walls were wrapped tightly with wood and thatch, so that it could be warmer in winter, and the roof was also covered with layers of thatch.

The little monk Yongxin pointed to the thatched hut and said, "That is Uncle Su Neng's house."

Before Kang Jianfei could react, Zhen Zidan had already run over, reached out and slapped the door panel, shouting: "Master, I'm asking for a meeting..."

Zhen Zidan was still slapping the door, but Kang Jianfei didn't say a word to stop it. After all, someone was going to do something like this that offends people in the middle of the night. He looked at the furnishings outside the house, but saw a few bundles of dried herbs hanging on the eaves of thatched roofs, two hoes and a wooden dung bucket under the eaves, and other messy debris.

After Zhen Zidan shouted a few more times, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and a figure stood inside.

Yongxin hurriedly said, "Uncle Master, I am Yongxin. These two guests from Hong Kong."

"Hong Kong..." Su Neng muttered softly, turned around and walked back into the room, and said, "Come in."

Kang Jianfei followed Zhen Zidan in and swept the room with a beam of light. He found that except for an irregular wooden bed made of pine strips and thatch, there was only a small stool and a small wooden table in the room.

There were a few scriptures and medical books on the wooden table, not even an oil lamp. I guess this master usually returned from sunset and made at sunrise.

The beam of the flashlight moved again, illuminating some jars, jars and bowls and chopsticks in the corner. On the other side, there were glasses with broken legs hanging on the wall. The glasses had broken ones, and the other lens was covered with dust. It was obvious that its owner had not worn them for a long time.

Kang Jianfei weakened the light of the flashlight, so that the light emitted was even more dispersed and would not make people feel dazzling.

Taking advantage of the faint light, Kang Jianfei carefully looked at the mysterious master and found that this person was far from the master he remembered.

The monk Su Neng's beard was clean, but his hair had grown a lot in a mess. He was not wearing a monk's robe, but a torn cotton jacket, and his shoes were also torn.

The only thing that made Kang Jianfei feel interesting is that although this person is very thin, his face is rosy and shiny, and his eyes appear deep and calm.

After entering the house, Kang Jianfei and Yongxin did not speak. Zhen Zidan couldn't wait to say, "Master, I heard that your kung fu is very good."

Monk Su Neng was very approachable when he spoke, but the content was inconsistent with Zhen Zidan's words. He glanced at Kang Jianfei and Zhen Zidan and said, "I haven't talked to outsiders for a long time. There is no tea in the room to entertain guests, so please take care of them."

Monk Su Neng's He.nan has a strong accent, and even Kang Jianfei is difficult to understand, and Zhen Zidan is even more confused.

"Master, what did you say?" Zhen Zidan asked.

Monk Su Neng said, "Please sit down for guests."

"Daote?" Zhen Zidan grew up in the United States and spoke English smoother than Mandarin and Cantonese. In an anxious mood, she spoke a bird's song.

"Shut the crotch, Priss!" A fluent English popped out from Monk Su Neng.

Zhen Zidan was stunned when she heard this and asked in English: "You can speak English?"

Monk Su Neng replied: "It should be fine for daily communication."

The two soon started to communicate in English. Monk Su Neng first asked about some international trends, and then discussed Mozart with Zhen Zidan. The two had a lot of fun chatting.

Kang Jianfei and Yongxin couldn't understand foreign languages, so they had to stare at each other. After listening for a long time, they felt bored.

Zhen Zidan chatted with Monk Su Neng for a while, and the monk suddenly shook his head, but Zhen Zidan wanted to see his kung fu. As Zhen Zidan persisted in requesting, Monk Su Neng finally agreed helplessly.

Because the area in the house was too narrow, the two could only go out to gesture, and Yongxin was quite excited to go out to watch with Kang Jianfei.

Monk Su Neng stood in the open space. After Zhen Zidan lost to Kang Jianfei a few days ago, he did not dare to underestimate others anymore. He tried to tentatively. His fist was just halfway through, and Monk Su Neng had already arrived first, blocking his fist with one hand, pressing the other hand quickly on Zhen Zidan's chest, and suddenly pushed him back five or six steps before stopping.

Seeing this move, Kang Jianfei couldn't help but sigh: "This intention is indeed very 'poisonous'. If it weren't for pushing it just now, but instead of fists, Zhen Zidan would probably have been beaten to vomit blood."

Zhen Zidan lost this time more inexplicably than the last time she lost to Kang Jianfei. He rushed over again without believing in the evil, but was pushed back several times in a short time.

This skill is too mysterious, just like the peerless martial arts in martial arts novels, but Kang Jianfei felt that Monk Su Neng's intentions were similar to Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. Every time Zhen Zidan punched, he was intercepted by Monk Su Neng first, and then was hit by a quick counterattack.

Monk Su Neng’s moves are not complicated, and he only goes back and forth for a few strokes, but what is rare is that his reaction speed is extremely fast, as if he can predict how the other party will make a move.

Zhen Zidan finally stopped fighting without any unnecessary struggles and began to pester Monk Su Neng to become a disciple.

Su Neng said to Zhen Zidan: "If you want to learn your intentions, you can do it. If you can endure loneliness, you can move here to live with me for five years."
Chapter completed!