Sand...... Sand......

Sand......

"Huh?"

The night was already deep, the tourists had already left, the moonlight reflected the shadows of the trees, Wen Zhi swept the floor in the courtyard, but his ears moved, he heard the sound of footsteps, and was a little excited.

He knows the footsteps of every regular, and the one who is here today is Tomokazu Yamamoto's voice.

And the footsteps are chaotic and complicated, not like the voice of a single person.

It seems that Mr. Yamamoto has already brought people over.

I was finally able to see with my own eyes what it was like to cultivate the Golden Bell Jar to the highest level.

Some people will ask, isn't there a photo of Meng Zuo on the Internet?

Some.

But watching it 10,000 times on the Internet is not as real as seeing it once, which is why so many fans choose to spend thousands of dollars to buy concert tickets for idols.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and Wen Zhi has no heart to sweep the floor anymore, he puts down the broom, silently recites Zen words, but his eyes are facing the door.

As he expected, Meng Zuo and Tomokazu Yamamoto walked over while chatting.

"Meng Zuojun, it's quite cold today, and the temperature difference between day and night is too big. Tomokazu Yamamoto hugged his shoulders and fought a cold war, he didn't wear much clothes, and the temperature dropped all of a sudden at night, and Rao was a little unbearable with his strong physique.

"Well, indeed. ”

Meng Zuo responded, but the way he walked was very natural, and he didn't feel a little cold.

The golden bell jar has been practiced to the extreme, and I heard that it is invulnerable to cold and heat, so it seems to be true.

It's not that Meng Zuo can't feel the change in temperature, but he doesn't feel that he can't bear such a low temperature, and the temperature change is completely within his adaptation range, so he won't fight a cold war like Tomokazu Yamamoto.

"It's worthy of being the man that the master has a crush on, Meng Zuojun, don't you really need to go back and add a layer of clothes?" Tomokazu Yamamoto exclaimed.

On the other hand, the corners of Meng Zuo's eyes twitched, and he didn't know what to say.

It's all at the gate of Shaolin Temple, you told me to go back and add a piece of clothing?

Are you not in a good position or is the emperor not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry?

"No...... No, it's already here, and it's warmer when you enter the house. ”

Meng Zuo stepped into the gate of Shaolin Temple first, but stood at the door stunned and motionless.

Tomokazu Yamamoto, who was behind, was a little puzzled when he saw this situation, and took a step forward, but saw that Wenzhi was facing Meng Zuo and looked at him directly.

"Oh, Wenchi!" Tomokazu Yamamoto greeted.

"Do you know him?" Meng Zuo looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto.

The reason why Meng Zuo was stunned just now was because he had never seen such a monk.

He can understand that the monk is fat and thin, after all, the incense fee in each temple is more or less, but the monk in front of him is called Wenzhi......

At his height, he can play basketball.

At his weight, he can go to practice sumo.

Is this TM a monk?

Let's go to the national team!

"Of course I know, he's a big disciple of Master Kongwen!" Tomokazu Yamamoto introduced.

Knock! Knock!

Wen Zhi walked down the steps step by step.

At first, Meng Zuo could only see this monk staring directly at him, and thought that he had some enmity with him, but Wen Zhi walked down, and the moonlight shone on his face, and Meng Zuo realized that it was not the same thing at all.

Such a cute and festive face actually grows in such a fat pig that is more than two meters tall and weighs more than three hundred pounds...... On the fat monk.

The disciples of the Master of Empty Hearing are so strange, so can the Master of Empty Hearing himself pay it back?

"Hey, hey, you're Meng Zuo?" Wen Zhi lowered his head and looked at Meng Zuo, who was one meter eight, full of novelty as if he had seen some fun toy.

At least that's how Meng Zuo feels.

"It's me. Meng Zuo was a little stunned when he arrived here, because he didn't know what demons and monsters he would face next.

"Then come with me. Wen Zhi nodded, and took a big hand of more than twenty centimeters and gently patted Meng Zuo's shoulder.

Meng Zuo felt that he had at least thirty or forty pounds of weight on his shoulders.

However, looking at Wen Zhi's simple smile, he estimated that it should only be because Wen Zhi was too heavy.

He followed, still observing Wen Zhi's appearance.

As a result, the more I observed, the more I felt that Shaolin Temple was really wonderful.

He noticed that Wen Zhi was wearing a watch on his wrist, and the so-called cloth shoes under his feet were also basketball shoes wrapped in a piece of cloth. There was also a pocket deliberately sewn into his jacket, which contained a mobile phone.

The most important thing is that Meng Zuo can actually smell a barbecue and beer smell on him.

Big gold chain, small watch, three small barbecues a day?

The complexion is ruddy, and the eldest brother uses Dabao every day?

Can this also be called a monk?

Or is it that the current monks have been able to pass through the realm of Jigong left in the heart of the Buddha with wine and meat?

Meng Zuo looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto beside him with a puzzled face.

Unexpectedly, Tomokazu Yamamoto came to him: "Don't ask, you just don't know if you ask." ”

Yamamoto looked at Meng Zuo sympathetically, he could understand Meng Zuo's feelings now, because he also felt this way when he first met Wen Zhi.

"Don't look at Wen Zhi's burly body...... A little bit. Yamamoto shrugged away from Meng Zuo's incredulous gaze, "But he is the personal disciple of Master Kongwen, and he should also be very powerful in martial arts." ”

If eyes could kill, Tomokazu Yamamoto would probably have been killed a hundred times.

Meng Zuo observed the behemoth leading the way in front of him......

Can this also be called burly a little?

100 million points!

During the conversation, Meng Zuo and the others came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

It was already dark, so dark that Wenzhi needed to take out his newly purchased IQOO3 5G flashlight mode to illuminate it.

From the outside, however, the Pavilion was brighter, and the light was not as bright as the light, but the soft and dim candlelight.

Looking inside from the outside, you can clearly see a half-seated figure inside, the figure swaying back and forth with the swaying of the candle flame.

Squeak!

Wen Zhi opened the door and said respectfully, "Master, the two donors, Tomokazu Yamamoto and Meng Zuo, are here. ”

"Oh?

The voice is a little old, but it still has strength left, and it is full of energy, and it sounds very normal.

Meng Zuo also breathed a sigh of relief, although he had never met, it sounded like the abbot was quite reliable.

Sure enough, when Master Kongwen came over, Meng Zuo saw a very normal image of an old man.

The Master of Empty Hearing in front of him was dressed in a somewhat old robe, but he gave people the feeling of being a superior man.

Immortal energy.

Meng Zuo thought about it, and the word popped into his head.

What is Immortal?

People go up the mountain to become immortals, practice on the mountain, and escape the world to become immortals.

If this statement is followed, the immortal qi on the body of the master of the empty smell can be explained very well.

Tomokazu Yamamoto, who was a bystander, could clearly feel this.

Master Kongwen had never shown any martial arts in front of him, but Yamamoto just believed that this abbot was not an ordinary person, and he was willing to listen to Master Kongwen's advice.

And Meng Zuo, to be honest, just from the face, Meng Zuo does not have the high temperament of the empty master.

Meng Zuo's temperament is very strange.

Grotesque.

This is the word that Tomokazu Yamamoto can come up with to evaluate Meng Zuo.

Meng Zuo is very powerful, but his mind is very out-of-the-box, and it takes a certain amount of ability to keep up with his thinking.

On the surface, he is giggling, but his inner logic is very careful and fast.

Meng Zuo is in the world, but he has a different thinking height and ideological realm from ordinary people.

Meng Zuo also has prejudices, but these prejudices do not make people think that he is incompetent, at most he does not know much about certain things.

And such a temperament is exactly the temperament that a young person should have.

Quick thinking, pride, and a mind of its own.

On the other hand, the master of Kongwen treats things with simplicity and compassion of my Buddha.

Obviously, there are too many experiences and the attitude to see through everything in the end.

These two people are both high-ranking people.

Not too high, not the same.

Master Kongwen carefully looked at Meng Zuo for a moment.

"Well, there are wisdom roots, spirit bones, and anti-bones. Master Kongwen said appreciatively, "If you were born in a troubled world, you must be a hero. ”

"The master is overrated. Meng Zuo also responded politely, "The name of the master is well-known all over the country, I Meng Zuo has heard of it a long time ago, today I saw the master of the pine-shaped crane bone, the dragon walks and the tiger step, the instrument is extraordinary, it is really an extraordinary person!"

This set of sets stunned Wen Zhi and Yamamoto Tomokazu on the side.

However, the so-called person who stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face was praised by Meng Zuo like this, and the master of empty news was also in a good mood and laughed a few times.

"Hahaha, it's cold dew today, and the temperature outside is very low, so please come in. ”

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