Chapter 172 The Mysterious and Terrifying Old Blind Monk
Chapter 172 The mysterious and terrifying old blind monk
Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan went out after preparing for a while. They walked on the street lined with sycamore trees. It was late autumn and the sycamore trees were all golden, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
This time, Ye Feng no longer needed a wheelchair, and the two of them walked side by side. However, even though he was a king, Ye Feng did not specifically need to wear any famous brands. The two of them looked young, in fact, they were only in their early twenties.
Like an ordinary couple on the street.
Hong Qingyan actually likes this feeling the most. She thinks that she is just an ordinary woman with a gentle and approachable temperament, so every time she faces Ye Feng's aura of king, she will undoubtedly feel it.
A huge pressure.
Only now did she truly feel a peaceful happiness.
"Brother Ye, where should we go next?" Hong Qingyan asked softly.
The setting sun enveloped the city in the evening, dyeing the river in Jiangcheng golden.
Ye Feng said: "Let's go have something to eat first. It is said that there are lights here at night, and you can go boating on the lake here. There is also a Tieshan Temple opposite the lake, which is a scenic spot. We can visit there."
"Okay, I will follow Brother Ye's arrangements!" Hong Qingyan smiled softly.
The two of them found a clean and quiet noodle shop on the pedestrian street and tasted the local specialty rice noodles. After dinner, they went to the lake to prepare for boating.
But at this moment, Ye Feng frowned slightly and immediately felt that someone seemed to be following him behind him.
Hong Qingyan couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Brother Ye?"
Ye Feng's brows immediately relaxed and he smiled and said: "Nothing, let's go to the lake."
In fact, he had already sensed that there was indeed someone following him behind him, and if his prediction was correct, it should be some of the so-called wealthy families in Jiangcheng.
However, Ye Feng was too lazy to pay attention to them. These wealthy families might be superior in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were just ants. Ye Feng's real target was the Jiangzuo Alliance.
As night fell, it was a good time for lovers to go out for a tryst. A awning boat quickly came over, and after agreeing to add money, the two boarded the boat.
"Sir, what are you planning to do next? Should you go along the lake and enjoy the street lights on both sides of the lake, or go to Tieshan Temple on the opposite side?" the boatman asked.
"First walk along the lake, and then go to the other side!" Ye Feng sat on the bow of the boat, with Hong Qingyan nestled next to him.
"Okay!" the boatman shouted, and the boat rowed out like an arrow. After swimming half a circle around the lake, it began to head towards Tieshan Temple on the opposite side.
Although it is already dark, there is still an endless stream of tourists visiting Tieshan Temple. Of course, most of them come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. It is said that Tieshan Temple has a virtuous and eminent monk who is here and is very effective. Basically, you will get whatever you ask for.
"Brother Ye, let's go in and pay our respects, too?" Hong Qingyan seemed to be very interested in this.
Ye Feng nodded slightly, and then the two of them entered a seven-story ancient temple that looked like it had lasted hundreds of years.
Only the bottom floor of the temple is open, while the upper floors are closed. As for those above the fifth floor, no one is allowed to enter. Even the dozen or so monks in the temple are not allowed to enter.
According to what the boatman said just now, the origin of Tieshan Temple is quite big. Countless demons and ghosts are suppressed inside, and even a big snake is suppressed underground.
Of course, Ye Feng just smiled and dismissed this. He didn't believe this kind of folklore at all. However, when he stepped into the inner courtyard, his pupils suddenly shrank and he suddenly felt a powerful aura.
This aura is as strong as the bright moon in the sky, very cold.
Ye Feng's eyes instantly locked on a monk in a gray long cloth who was sweeping the floor in the corner of the inner courtyard, because this majestic and fierce aura came from this sweeping monk.
However, what Ye Feng never expected was that this tall and thin monk was blind. He was just cleaning the courtyard unhurriedly.
There is an endless stream of pilgrims in the inner courtyard, but no one would notice such an ordinary blind monk. But who would have thought that such an ordinary blind monk on the surface could actually be a peerless person?
Master.
If Ye Feng's prediction is correct, the opponent should be a king, and a high-level martial king!
"I really can't believe that there are such people in places like Jiangdong. It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!" Ye Feng sighed in his heart.
In fact, if you observe carefully, you can see how good this blind monk is. Although he is already in his seventies or eighties, his body is still quite strong. More importantly, he is blind, but when he cleans up,
This inner courtyard is spotless.
Two tall sycamores were planted on both sides of the inner courtyard. It was late autumn and leaves were falling in abundance, but there was not even a single fallen leaf in the area that the blind monk had cleaned.
It's just that these blind monks do it every day, so everyone is not surprised. The instinctive meaning is that the other party is proficient.
While Ye Feng was sizing up the other party, the blind monk seemed to sense something. Although he was still cleaning, he had already raised his head and looked towards Ye Feng.
Although the blind monk was blind, Ye Feng had a feeling that the other party could see him, and seemed to be scanning him with a burning light.
Ye Feng withdrew his gaze. After all, it was rude to look at a person for such a long time. After thinking about it, he stepped over, clasped his hands and said, "Master, I'm a little thirsty. Can you please give me some tea?"
In fact, this is a kind of temptation.
The blind monk leaned the broom on his chest, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a little sweeping monk, deaf and blind. The donor has a noble status, and the poor monk can't give him any good tea. Old Monk
Let’s ask the abbot of Jinshan Temple to come out.”
Ye Feng waved his hand slightly and said with a smile: "Master, you're welcome. As the saying goes, a great hermit is hidden in the city. From what I can see, not to mention this Jinshan Temple, I'm afraid there is no one in the entire Jiangdong that can compare with the master, right?"
The blind monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Thanks to the benefactor's respect, please come here. However, I have difficulty with my eyesight after all, so I still have to ask the host to come over."
After saying that, he turned around and walked inside. Although the old blind monk could not see his eyes, his steps were very steady, his face was rosy, and his breath was very long.
Hong Qingyan didn't know what was going on and asked: "Brother Ye, why do you insist on asking this master to invite you to tea? Is there anything special about him?"
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile and said: "Actually, there is something special about it. I can guarantee that only this old master's tea is the best in Jiangdong. Let's go in."
As they spoke, the two of them stepped forward, passed the side door of the courtyard, and then entered the Zen room inside.
Three Zen rooms surround a small courtyard. There is a stone table in the courtyard, and a simple tea set is placed on the table. The courtyard is surrounded by green bamboos, which gives it a sense of tranquility.
When Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan stepped into this small green bamboo courtyard, besides the blind monk, three people had already appeared in the courtyard. Three monks wearing gorgeous monk robes and cassocks. They seemed to be iron monks.
