The buildings in the ancient temple are long and narrow, like sugar gourds, and there is a broken mountain road leading to a small canyon 100 meters away.

Ye Fan and Jiang Yue walked along the broken mountain road to the side of the canyon, on both sides of the canyon are steep peaks, there is no road in front, and further forward is a deep valley up to 100 meters deep, Ye Fan looked at both sides, and saw a path on the steep rock wall, Ye Fan said with a smile: "Jiang Yue, you and I have known each other for so long, and I have never seen you do light work." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Young Master Ben's light skills are very strong, as light as a feather, a casual jump is more than ten meters, by the way, what are you asking for?" Jiang Yue asked curiously, and at the same time looked at Ye Fan's eyes, the so-called path, the special one is carved out on the edge of the steep peak, only about twenty centimeters, close to the rock wall, especially it, even if it can do light work, it is also trembling.

Ye Fan stretched out his finger and pointed to a rock wall with traces of damage, and said, "This location is a passage, and it has been blocked by someone, and now we can only pass from here." After speaking, Ye Fan lifted his breath and floated over slowly, with a light tap on his toes, and quickly floated along the path, Jiang Yue followed cautiously.

The back mountain, located in the middle of the mountainside, above and below are steep cliffs, only the position of the mountainside, there is a more than 100 meters, more than 20 meters wide open space, the cliff is carved with a lot of Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures, the most conspicuous is a wordless stone tablet in the middle.

There were more than a dozen monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting with their eyes closed, and an old monk in his sixties with snow-white eyebrows and beard sitting at the front, his robe in tatters, and the wooden fish in front of him had been shattered.

The old monk was already skinny and skinny, and with his old skin like the bark of a dead tree, at first glance, he looked like a skeleton, but this man's eyes were blazing, like two small light bulbs, emitting a scorching light.

Sitting in front of the old monk was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in black sportswear, looking at the old monk with a gloomy face.

"Master, it's been almost ten years, do you still want to persevere?" the hall owner said in a deep voice, lit a cigar, looked at the old monk in front of him very pretendedly, and continued: "You guys are really special to boil, a bowl of water every day, a nest of heads, you are still alive and spirited. ”

The old monk said in a flat tone: "My Buddha is merciful, if you repent as soon as possible, you still have a chance to become a Buddha. ”

"Old thing, I was taken up the mountain by you at the age of eighteen, I was going to learn some martial arts from you, you let me eat fasting and chant Buddha every day, pick herbs and grow vegetables, and use me as free labor, if I didn't learn secretly, I wouldn't have learned anything at all. The hall owner said angrily, spitting at the old monk, and the disgust on his face was clear.

The old monk's expression was still kind, and he said lightly: "Shaved into the temple, dedicated to the Buddha, with compassion as the heart, and help the world, let you eat fasting and chant the Buddha, is to cultivate your heart, collect medicine is to save people and cure diseases, planting vegetables is to satisfy the stomach, do not teach you martial arts, because you have a dark heart, once you learn martial arts, you will definitely do evil." ”

"For many years, I have wanted to use the Dharma to influence you, but unfortunately, you are still obsessed. The old monk sighed slightly.

"Give me this set if you don't have him, I just want to eat big fish and meat, I just want to enjoy life, I just like to play with women, I don't want to be like you bald donkeys, eat fasting and chanting Buddha all day long, chanting hair, look at you, you have lived a special life, I guess I haven't even touched a woman's hand, right?" said the owner with a fierce face.

"Senior brothers, as long as you are willing to submit to me, I guarantee that you will eat and drink spicy food, and there will be beautiful women to play with, and foreign girls will also be fine. Do you want to die again? waste all your martial arts?" The pavilion owner said loudly, he said this more than a hundred times, and the effect was the same every time, no one birded him, but the pavilion master still did not give up, these monks are very strong, the worst is also a quasi-yellow-level martial artist, and the strongest has reached the level of the upper level of the yellow-level.

So many masters, if placed in Suzhou and Hangzhou City, it is definitely the level of sweeping everything, specially, these bald donkeys are too bad, but they don't appreciate it, they have been imprisoned here for ten years, and they still chant the Buddha every day, without the slightest boredom, it seems that these people live very happily, they don't care about material enjoyment at all, and they are immersed in their own spiritual world.

The owner of the pavilion really can't understand, isn't this group of monks annoying? For ten years, if they only eat one nest head and a bowl of water every day, ordinary people have already gone crazy.

Even in order to tempt these people, the owner of the restaurant also made a special banquet, all kinds of seafood and meat dishes, as well as wine and beauties, eating and drinking in front of these people, and also enjoying the hot dance of the beauties by the way.

In the face of the warm invitation and temptation of the hall owner, more than a dozen monks, none of whom were moved, as if nothing had happened, still closed their eyes and chanted, maintaining a calm state of mind.

"Back then, I took you up the mountain, just to let you concentrate on studying Buddhism and dissolve the anger in your heart, but now you choose to return to the world, I won't stop you, you go, I don't want to see you again. The old monk said lightly, sighed slightly, closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and began to recite the scriptures silently.

The owner of the hall was angry on the spot, specially, every time he was like this, he persuaded hard for a long time, but none of them were moved, these bald donkeys were really unreasonable. The owner took a deep puff of his cigar and looked at the old monk with a cold gaze, he had been waiting for ten years, he was about to be fifty years old, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Tell me right away, what secrets are hidden in the wordless stele?" said the hall owner in a cold voice.

The old monk replied, "I have told you countless times, five hundred years ago, when the temple was built, the wordless stele already existed, and we have no way of knowing what secrets are hidden. ”

"Fart, I once heard you and the previous abbot say, you have studied some doorways for this thing, what can increase the life of a Jiazi or something, and can improve strength and so on, I have been studying it for more than ten years, and I haven't seen any doorways, you must explain it to me now, otherwise I will kill you." The hall owner said angrily, he was already impatient.

The hearts of these monks are too strong, they have survived for ten whole years, and the life of captivity does not seem to affect them at all, they still do what they should do, they can't sleep enough, they drink rainwater, and they don't have enough to eat, so they eat wild vegetables, they just persever, and still chant sutras every day, it seems that for them, there is no difference from living in a temple.

The owner of the pavilion was even worried that he would not be able to survive these monks, maybe one day he would hang up, and these monks would still be alive and well.

"Master, I think so, you and I each take a step back, I only ask for the secret on the wordless stele, and then I will cure your poison and let you go back to the temple and continue to live the life you want. The hall owner suddenly said softly, no way, he is really stubborn but the old monk, this guy's realm is too high, and oil and salt are not entered.

The old monk raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the hall master, and then said lightly: "We are very good here, compared to many ascetics, we are actually living a very luxurious life." Also, you don't expect to crack the secret of the wordless stele, I won't let you go out and hurt people. ”

No way!

The owner of the hall has a feeling of collapse, these monks are too perverted, in this broken place, the wind and the sun are blowing, the winter is cold and the summer is hot, eating and drinking are all special problems, and they even say luxury, isn't this crazy?

Although the owner of the hall wanted to slap the old monk to death, in order to crack the wordless stone stele, he had to forcibly suppress his anger, tried to show a pleasant expression, and said with a smile: "Master, I just want to increase the life of Yijiazi, and I won't go out to harm people." ”

"You've lost your way, don't say I don't know, even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, you'd better die of this heart. The old monk said indifferently, completely ignoring the angry expression of the hall owner.

"You forced me, today I will kill all of you bald asses and send you to the Western Heaven Elysium. The hall owner, whose patience had been exhausted, finally broke out, grabbed the old monk's neck, and said angrily: "I'll strangle you old bald donkey right now." ”

The old monk said fearlessly: "Death is not the end of life, why be afraid?"

"I'll you. The hall owner yelled angrily.

Suddenly, the owner of the pavilion tilted his head sharply, and a hidden weapon flew past his scalp and hit the ground, hitting the hard rocky ground.

The hall owner gave up the idea of killing the old monk very decisively, quickly retreated behind the old monk, and looked coldly at the two young people in front of him, one of whom was the target that Tang Haotian arranged for him, Ye Fan.

The hall master said secretly, didn't he already send a quasi-yellow-level martial artist to assassinate Ye Fan?

It turned out that Ye Fan was fine, and the person he sent out must have hung up.

"Ye Fan, you come to this troubled water, aren't you afraid of drowning?" The hall owner said coldly, turned his head again to look at the steel balls that hit the ground, and secretly said with such a strong force, if it wasn't for the quick reaction, it is estimated that his head would have been blown up.

Ye Fan was also surprised, he was still dodged by the other party, and according to Ye Fan's observation, the strength of the hall master had reached the terrifying yellow level, this was the strongest martial artist Ye Fan had seen so far, it seemed that he was really going to challenge this time.

Even if you can't beat it, you have to find a way to help these monks detoxify, Ye Fan heard the conversation just now, Ye Fan heard it clearly, the spiritual realm of that old monk is too high, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a high-ranking monk.

"Let go of these monks, and then the two of us will go head-to-head. Ye Fan said lightly, and turned his head to look at the wordless stele dozens of meters away, Ye Fan felt that the wordless stele had an attraction and was attracting him, but now if you want to get close to the wordless stele, you have to solve the hall owner first.

The pavilion owner laughed loudly: "It's up to you, don't think that if you defeat my unsuccessful subordinates, you dare to scream in front of me." ”

"Your subordinates are really not successful, they have all gone to see Hades, and now it's your turn. Ye Fan said in a deep voice.