5-2 Encountering old people in ancient temples deep in the mountains
It was getting late and the road ahead was difficult. The towering branches were lush and leafy. The moonlight shone in fragmentedly. Everyone's face showed strange mottled shadows. The forest path was pitch black. There were howling wolves and tigers in the distance.
All kinds of strange birds chirped, and the two children were so frightened that they sobbed. The heroes of Xiliang were used to walking in the desert and were helpless in such a jungle.
There was a melodious sound of bells coming from the mountain, and there was a faint light of lights. There seemed to be a temple. Yuan Feng said: "It's not appropriate to go any further. Let's go to the temple to rest for a while and then go again tomorrow."
Soon we found the way up the mountain. The ancient steps were wet, and there was water seeping out of nowhere. The silhouette of the ancient temple was reflected in the moonlight, making it look particularly lonely. The cries of owls added to the strange atmosphere.
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When a group of people came to the temple, four large mottled characters "Xinghua Chanyuan" could be vaguely seen. A follower came forward and knocked on the door. The dull knocking sound came far away in the silent night. There was no movement for a long time. Suddenly, a
The old bird fluttered its wings and landed on the eaves of the temple door, staring at the group of unwelcome guests below. Li Mingying was horrified by the unknown big bird. He raised his firecracker to kill it, but was suppressed by Yuan Feng: "Buddhist Gate"
A quiet place where no killing is allowed.\”
Li Mingying put down the gun angrily, and the old bird looked at him contemptuously, called out "Ah" twice, and suddenly flew away with its wings flashing. At this moment, the temple door opened, and the door axis creaked.
The sound irritated people's eardrums, and an aging hunchbacked monk appeared at the door. His eyes were dim, his face was wrinkled, and he was holding a lantern in his hand.
Li Mingying put the gun back into his waist, stepped forward and said in a gentle tone: "Master, we are passing guests. It's late and we want to stay at your temple for a night. Of course, the money for the sesame oil is indispensable. Please also invite the teacher."
Father, please do it for your convenience."
The old monk was deaf. Li Mingying patiently told him several times before he understood that the monks were compassionate and would not watch these people spend the night in the wild. The old monk opened the door, let them in, closed the door again, and trembled.
The towering one leads the way.
Xinghua Zen Monastery is not big. It is built on the mountain. The houses are well-proportioned. There are railings and steps everywhere. The moon is bright in the sky. It is an ancient temple in the mountains. The shadows of the trees are whirling. The cold wind blows. Everyone subconsciously closed their mouths and did not dare to say anything for fear of being alarmed.
Gods and Buddhas.\
It was getting late and the monks had all gone to bed. The old monk opened two Zen rooms for them to live in. The temple was simple and there were only two beds. Fortunately, Yuan Feng and others had prepared sheepskin mats, so they were not afraid of the moisture.
Li Mingying took out an ingot of ten taels of silver from his bag and held it in front of the old monk with both hands: "Teacher, this is the sesame oil money we thank you for."
The old monk's dim eyes suddenly brightened up. He took the silver with both hands and said, "Amitabha, thank you so much for the donors." The donors are tired from the journey, so I will go to the kitchen and cook some hot soup to relieve your fatigue."
"Thank you, Master." Li Mingying clasped his hands together and replied.
The old monk hobbled away with a lantern. Li Mingying returned to the meditation room and said with a smile: "Money can make ghosts grind mills. I think even gods and Buddhas can grind mills with money. When they see money, the eyes of the old bald donkey
It's almost bursting with fire."
Yuan Feng said: "Keep your mouth virtuous. You will be punished for talking nonsense."
Li Mingying shrugged indifferently, clasping his shoulders with his hands and complaining: "It's so hot during the day and so cold at night. What kind of weather is this?"
Yuan Feng sorted out the weapons hanging on his belt. The temple is so gloomy that it makes people's heads numb. Everyone should be careful. There is someone on duty outside, and don't take off your shoes when sleeping."
Everyone responded and arranged the bedding. The two children slept on the bed. They were tired and frightened during the day. The two children had long been exhausted and fell asleep on the pillows.
Yuan Feng and others were also tired from pommeling. They untied their belts and leather leggings, revitalized their blood circulation, and massaged the soles of their feet. Then they all lay down in their own clothes. An open whistle was placed in front of the door, and a hidden whistle was placed under the window. The rest of the people
Stared in confusion.
But he said that after the old monk returned to the abbot's meditation room next to the Main Hall, he closed the door, his back was no longer hunched, his eyes were no longer blurry, and his hands were no longer trembling. He blew out the lantern in one breath. Just listening to this breath, you can tell
Full of energy.
As soon as the old monk sat down on the chair, two young monks with big muscles and round waists beside him asked anxiously: "Second uncle, how are these people doing?"
Another middle-aged monk with a very majestic figure remained calm, his eyelids were lowered, he was turning the beads in his hand and muttering something. The cassock draped diagonally on his body showed his identity as the abbot.\
The old monk was not in a hurry. He first picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a sip. Then he picked up the red dog legs in the bowl and took a bite. Then he said leisurely: "Ten people, twenty-two horses.
They all wear official boots, have guys with them, have a lot of money in their waists, and they have two children with them."
Hearing about horses, silver, and weapons, the eyes of the two young monks flashed with sparks of milk. They are definitely not good people. Go ahead and kill him!"
"Let's do it, second uncle, while the moon is dark and the wind is high, our sword has not seen blood for a long time."
The old monk took another sip of wine, smiled and said nothing, looked at the abbot and said: "Boss, second, don't worry, it depends on what your father wants."
The abbot opened his eyes and his eyes flashed
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In the kitchen of Xinghua Temple, the big stove was turned on, the fire was blazing, and the noodle soup was boiling in the big iron pot. One of the two young monks pulled the bellows, and the other filled the firewood. The noodle soup boiled quickly. The old monk took out a paper bag,
Pour all the powder in.
The three of them laughed ferociously together: "When Kai Ma disposes of them, keep their clothes and luggage, and throw their bodies into the valley to feed the wolves, this will be a big deal. We won't have to open for two months after we finish it."
They did not notice that a dark figure quietly climbed up to the top of the Main Hall. Due to the cover of trees and rocks, it was difficult for people below to see the person hiding above. The dark figure took out a bow and an eagle from the quiver on his back.
The feather arrows were drawn, bows and arrows were drawn, aiming at the Xiliang knights at the door of the Zen room below.
Just as he was about to release the arrow, the door of the kitchen suddenly opened, and a ray of light shone in the courtyard of the monastery. The old monk was walking in front, followed by two young monks, carrying a large pot with fragrant noodle soup in it.
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Their movements alerted the sentry, and also alerted Yuan Feng and others who were resting in the room. Yuan Feng stepped forward and lay behind the crack of the door to take a look, and saw that although the two young monks tried hard to restrain their violent aura, they pretended
They look compassionate and kind-hearted, but the bulging bulge on their lower back betrays them deeply.\
This is a black temple!
Yuan Feng whispered: "Please be alert, the monk is here to take our lives."
Everyone immediately jumped up, checked weapons, paid attention to doors and windows, put down wooden beds, and hid the two children behind to prevent bow and arrow attacks.
Yuan Feng pushed the door open and came out, stepped forward and helped the old monk, and said sincerely: "I feel sorry for having to work with the masters so late. This noodle soup smells so delicious. It reminds me of the food cooked by my mother."
He shook his head sadly and said to the two young monks: "By the way, this soup is so delicious. Is there arsenic or sweat medicine in it?"
The monk with a stronger figure was more honest and answered immediately: "It's the Mongolian sweat medicine." After saying this, he realized that he had made a mistake and covered his mouth.
Yuan Feng's expression changed. He took the old monk's hand and pulled it to his body and locked his throat. When the two young monks saw what had happened, they were about to pour the pot full of hot soup over, but saw the old monk grabbing each other.
, I had no choice but to throw the big pot to the side, pull out a sharp weapon from behind my waist, and screamed strangely, trying to pounce on him.\
The door and window were wide open, and more than a dozen firecrackers were stretched out and fired. The yard was filled with flames and smoke. Although the two monks looked dumbfounded, their kung fu was indeed good. When the barrels of the guns were stretched out, they were instantly rolled on the spot, and the firecrackers were fired.
The bullets hit the ground, and stone chips flew everywhere for a while, but the two of them were unhurt.
Fireguns are single-handed and need to be reloaded after being fired. Taking advantage of this gap, the old abbot made a brilliant appearance. Dressed in yellow monk robes fluttering in the wind, he fell from the sky. His nose was straight and his mouth was wide. His weapons were majestic. He clasped his hands together and said loudly.
: "Amitabha, donors and poor monks are polite."
At this time, the dark figure lying on the main hall saw the abbot's appearance in the moonlight and couldn't help but be shocked: "Xu Shuai?"
The people below heard the movement above the main hall and turned around to look. Seeing that the black shadow could not be hidden, they jumped down, still holding the bow and arrow in their hands, with a long knife hanging on their waists, wearing black attire, and wearing weapons on their heads.
Jin, with a tall figure and extraordinary temperament, is none other than General Yu Hu, the former commander of the Royal Forest Army.
Yu Hu ignored Yuan Feng and the others, put away his bow and arrow, clasped his fists at the old abbot and said, "Shuai Xu, Yu Hu will give you my regards at the end.\"
The abbot said calmly: "There is no Xu Shuai here, only Zen Master Xingtian."
Yu Hu said: "Shuai Xu is outside the Three Realms and is not among the Five Elements. However, there are many injustices in this mortal world. Please ask Shuai Xu to take action!" He pointed to Yuan Feng and others hiding behind the old monk and said: "These
The officials killed my sister-in-law and took away the blood of our Yu family. I, Yu Hu, will never spare you!"
Hearing Yu Hu's name, Yuan Feng showed his head and said, "Are you Yu Hu, the commander of the Royal Forest Army?"
Yu Hu said: "You are here for me and someone else. Now that the real person is in front of you, don't you recognize me?"
It seemed to be a misunderstanding. Yuan Feng let go of the old monk, walked out of the shadows, and said with a smile: "General Yu, we are not Jin Yiwei, and we did not kill your sister-in-law. Since those two children are your family, then you can take them away."
That’s it.”
Yu Hu was a little surprised, he had never seen Yuan Feng before, so he was confused, and Zen Master Xingtian, when he saw Yuan Feng's appearance, his body was shocked, what's your name?"
This Zen Master Xingtian is very tall and majestic. The tall Yu Hu looks like a child in front of him. Such majestic appearance, coupled with a solemn aura that seems to be born with him, all show that
This man is no ordinary person.\
In front of such a person, there is no need to lie. Yuan Feng simply put away the knife, cupped his fists and said: "I'm Yuan Feng."
Yu Hu took a breath of cold air. Yuan Feng's reputation was astonishing to his ears, but the old monk was unmoved. He frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said in a deep voice: "Huizu, Zengshou, please step aside first."
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The two young monks stood back a few steps, and the old monk also hurriedly ran back to the base camp. The four monks plus one Yu Hu faced Yuan Feng and ten other people, and they were even the same in terms of momentum. It can be seen that these people
None of them are easy characters to get along with.
Zen Master Xingtian stared at Yuan Feng for a long time and suddenly said: "Little donor, I want to try your martial arts. What do you think?"
Yuan Feng said: "Please do as you wish."
Zen Master Xingtian asked: "Do you know what weapon the donor is good at using?"
Yuan Fengdao: "In infantry battles, swords are used, in horseback battles, spears are used, and all the other eighteen weapons are studied. Only bows and crossbows are slightly better, and others are just average.\"
Yu Hu nodded secretly at the side. Yuan Feng's words were true, but he was a bit too modest. Being able to shoot through huge rocks with arrows was like Li Guang's rebirth. Even he might not be able to compare with him.
Zen Master Xingtian said: "The space in the temple is small, so let's test our sword skills."
Yuan Feng said: "It would be too boring to compete like this, why don't we add some bonuses."
Zen Master Xingtian said: "You say."
"If Master wins, I'm willing to give the horse's luggage as money for the scented oil. If I'm lucky enough to win, hum."
"how?"
"I want to ask the master to come down and help me conquer the world!" Yuan Feng said firmly.
"Hahaha~" Zen Master Xingtian laughed heartily, causing crows to fly in the forest. The two young monks looked at Yuan Feng with contempt, and the old monk even spat.
The laughter suddenly stopped, and Zen Master Xingtian said seriously: "I have promised to be a donor!"
"Huizu, here comes the sword!" Zen Master Xingtian shouted, and the young monk in the room threw over a cold-lighted iron ring sword. He held it in his hand, reflecting the moonlight, and it looked murderous.
Zen Master Xingtian stood casually like this, holding the knife in his hand, but the powerful aura emanating from his body filled the entire courtyard.
A Xiliang knight shuddered and quietly raised his blunderbuss, but was stopped by Li Mingying: "Don't shoot cold shots, brother is going to subdue them."
Yuan Feng gently pulled out the waist knife. It was just an ordinary embroidered spring knife used by Jin Yiwei. The blade was straight and narrow, in the shape of a swallow feather. He stood casually like this, holding the knife in his hand, which was similar to the posture of Zen Master Xingtian.
There are similarities and differences.
The two stared at each other for a long time, seeming to be looking for flaws, but in vain. There was no flaw in this seemingly casual stance.
After all, Yuan Feng was a young man, and he couldn't hold back his anger and took the initiative. He roared, and slashed with his sword so fast that no one could even see clearly. The two of them had already passed more than ten moves, and the metal and iron were exchanged.
The chirping sounds are extremely short, frequent, and extremely intense.
Yuan Feng was always on the offensive, and his movements were obviously faster. The only martial artist in the world who could not defeat him was his speed. Although Zen Master Xingtian's sword skills were excellent, he was old after all, and he was forced to be unable to resist for a while.
The other three monks were stunned. After so many years, they have seen many martial arts people. Anyone who can go two rounds in front of Zen Master Xingtian is considered a well-known man in the world. This guy dressed as an official can actually defeat the Zen Master.
To force him back, what kind of martial arts is this!
Zen Master Tian shouted, jumped out of the circle, and said to Yuan Feng: "Little donor, is your master Chang Yuchun?"
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