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Chapter 117: They are all big shots (1)

Following this exclamation, various astonishment sounds from the crowd in the south soon began one after another.

"This old monk is an ascetic..."

"Oh my God, is this Master Feidu?" Someone seemed to recognize this old monk.

"It's really Master Feidu. This is Feiyun Divine Monk's junior brother. He's not dead yet..."

With the constant sounds of astonishment, people all cast their eyes towards the south.

I saw an old monk coming from Nanmantutu.

This old monk is thin and shriveled, with a hunched body and a shiny wooden staff. His face has been weathered by time, like a dried orange peel. His eyebrows are almost gone, which is really ugly.

He looked beyond his actual age. He was wearing a worn-out cassock with patches piled on top of each other. There were at least a hundred patches, large and small. His feet were bare. His feet were blue and black, and they were covered with thick calluses.

He walked in front of the crowd, and the crowds crowded to the south consciously moved from both sides to make way for him.

Then they all looked at the old monk with awe.

The old monk clasped his hands to thank those who let him pass.

The old monk slowly walked towards the field under the gaze of everyone.

Every step he took was slow and seemed difficult.

It's like traveling on a journey full of hardships.

He entered the venue, and the road that had been opened to the south closed again.

As soon as the old monk entered the arena, Shaolin master Nagarjuna hurried over with several disciples.

Facing this old monk, the 70-year-old Master Nagarjuna bowed his head and said: "Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

The disciples of Master Nagarjuna were all in their forties or fifties. They knelt down behind Master Nagarjuna and said in unison: "Disciples and grandsons pay their respects to Master..."

This old monk is none other than Master Feidu, the younger brother of Divine Monk Feiyun.

Master Feidu is also a legendary monk like Monk Feiyun. Later, Monk Feiyun went to the Western Regions, while Master Feidu made his home all over the world, sometimes hiding in the mountains and forests, sometimes wandering on the sea, and sometimes appearing in busy cities. No matter where he appeared, he

I will always be dressed like this, and I will always practice in suffering.

Ever since someone saw Master Feidu practicing at the gate of a farmer's house at the foot of Yanshan Mountain more than ten years ago, no one has seen him since.

People in the world, including Master Nagarjuna, all thought that Master Feidu had died somewhere long ago.

For Master Feidu, everyone in the four seas is home, and everyone in the four seas is their destination.

Master Nagarjuna did not expect that his master was still alive. At this moment, he was so happy and excited that tears flowed from his eyes.

Master Feidu said: "Amitabha, Nagarjuna, get up quickly. You are the host master now. You can wipe your nose and tears in front of so many people, and you are not afraid of people's ridicule."

Master Nagarjuna said excitedly: "I didn't expect that the master is still alive, let alone seeing the master here. I am so happy that I can't control myself. I am not afraid of people's jokes."

In Master Nagarjuna’s heart, Master Feidu is both a teacher and a father.

Master Feidu asked them to get up, so Master Nagarjuna and several disciples stood up, and then stood respectfully beside Master Feidu.

Master Feidu walked towards Qin Dingfang.

Master Feidu suddenly came to the martial arts conference, which made everyone present feel a little unbelievable. This was something they had never dreamed of. Some young martial arts people didn't know who Master Feidu was, so they quickly asked the older ones for advice.

The older ones would tell the younger students about the life of Master Feidu, who had no idea how great the world was.

The entire venue was filled with whispers.

He also made "tsk tsk" sounds from time to time.

Mo Rushan thought that Master Feidu was one of the two special figures including Qin Dingfang.

Qin Dingfang was actually able to find Master Feidu and even invited him to the martial arts conference. Qin Dingfang's magical powers really impressed Mo Rushan.

But Mo Rushan didn't know that Qin Dingfang, like everyone else, was surprised by the sudden arrival of Master Feidu. Of course, Master Feidu was not the two special people Qin Dingfang was waiting for. Qin Dingfang had heard some stories about Master Feidu from his elders many years ago.

Pass.

At this moment, Master Feidu was walking towards Qin Dingfang, and Qin Dingfang hurriedly greeted him with a look of admiration on his face.

When they got close, Master Feidu stopped and said to Qin Dingfang: "Amitabha, King Qin, this old monk came uninvited. Please forgive me, King Qin."

Qin Dingfang looked excited and said with emotion: "I never thought that the master is still alive. It is really a blessing for my martial arts world. It is a blessing for my martial arts world that the master can come to the venue in person today. It is also a blessing for me in Beifu."

Master Feidu said with a smile on his face: "In that case, my mouth is dry and my tongue is dry, so I ask King Qin for a glass of water."

Although Qin Dingfang's mind was racing and he was wondering why this old immortal monk came to the martial arts conference, he seemed to be really good at what he did.

Qin Dingfang personally poured a bowl of water for Master Feidu and then offered it with both hands.

Qin Dingfang is the leader of the Northern Mansion and is now the leader of the Northern Territory. The humility he showed in front of Master Feidu won the appreciation of the martial arts people present.

The Shaolin monks also had a better impression of Qin Dingfang.

Then Master Nagarjuna and several disciples accompanied Master Tiandu into the greenhouse.

The famous people in the greenhouse stood up and greeted Master Feidu.

Master Feidu returned the courtesy humbly. Then Master Feidu did not sit on a chair, but sat on the ground. Then Master Nagarjuna and several disciples also sat around him on the ground.

Master Fei Du had just sat down and had less than half a tea break when suddenly another excited voice came from the south direction.

"Look, Mr. Tang is here too!"

"Mr. Tang is already eighty years old. He has stopped asking about affairs in the world. Why is he here?"

"Haha, Master Tiandu appears, Mr. Tang is here again, this martial arts conference is really extraordinary, interesting, interesting..."

As soon as the Tang clan disciples in the greenhouse heard that Mr. Tang was coming, they quickly came out of the greenhouse and were greeted by the current head Tang Hui.

The crowd made a way out again.

Mr. Tang came on a sliding pole.

Mr. Tang is eighty years old this year, and his body is still strong. He is wearing a splendid summer shirt, and he is spinning four shiny walnuts in a hand with protruding veins like a withered manuscript.

The sliding pole lifted Mr. Tang into the field, and then slowly fell down.

Tang Hui and her brother Tang He supported Mr. Tang on the sliding pole.

The younger generations of the Tang family surrounded him, calling him grandpa, great grandpa...

Mr. Tang has been taking care of himself at home. None of the Tang family's disciples expected that Mr. Tang would actually come to this martial arts competition. And they had no prior knowledge.

Tang Hui complained slightly: "Dad, why are you here suddenly? You are so old, you are thousands of miles away, and the weather is so hot..."

"I'm very old!" Mr. Tang glanced at his son displeasedly. Tang Hui immediately shut up. Mr. Tang said again: "You brought all my precious grandchildren out to see the world this time.

They were playing with me, and I was bored, so I chased them thousands of miles away. Come on, my dear grandchildren, let’s see what grandpa has brought for you..."

So a group of juniors from the Tang family hurriedly surrounded Grandpa. Two girls from the Tang family were even chirping happily like birds.

At this time, there was a thoughtless guy in front of the crowd in the south, and he actually said something.

"Grandma, what the hell is it today? All these impure ones have come out."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a hidden weapon suddenly appeared and shot towards this brainless guy.


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