Among the pilgrims who had just arrived with the man who had just died, it was clear that there were a few people who had arranged it, and when they saw that the events were proceeding according to the predetermined track, they began to shout: "Come and see! The monk of Jinguang Temple killed and took his wife! Everyone hurry up and run, the monk is going to kill people! "As for the death of the old monk, it is not the scope of their propaganda. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The pilgrims slowly became confused, and gradually pilgrims came into the procession, but not many people left, but the crowd of onlookers and shouters from afar grew louder.

Where had the few little novices who came with the old monk seen this kind of battle, their faces were already pale, and they hurriedly crawled and cried and called the abbot in the temple.

Chen Feng was standing far away at this time, frowning, unable to figure out why things had developed like this. Even if the man had a plan, he wouldn't trade his life for it.

At this moment, another voice came from Chen Feng's ears: "Amitabha! The voice was not high, but it was as clear as thunder in the ears.

An old monk in gray had already come to the two corpses, he was very old, his body was small, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be piled up.

Ignoring the shouts of the crowd, the gray-clothed old monk calmly walked up to the dead "bridegroom", looked at the deceased's dark face, sniffed the smell of black foam spit out by the deceased, and frowned slightly. The gray-clothed old monk came to the dead old monk's side again, examined it with a sad face, and then pulled out two hair-like things from the dead old monk's body.

"Huh, Evil Spirit?!" The gray-clothed old monk's voice was very hoarse, as if it had been torn apart. The voice was not loud, but it was still heard by Chen Feng, who was secretly approaching just now.

The gray-clothed old monk thought for a while, and asked his monks to protect the body and report it to the official. Just as he was about to leave, he inadvertently glanced around at the pilgrims, and when he saw Chen Feng, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and his frowning brows relaxed.

He walked up to Chen Feng and said, "Little donor, can you please go to the meditation room for a while?" ”

The old monk's words were very polite, and Chen Feng naturally returned the salute and said: "The master is polite, how dare the kid be?" After speaking, he nodded and followed the old monk all the way to the meditation room.

The meditation room of the gray-clothed old monk is very quaint, and it is not in the Buddha hall, but in a flower garden not far from the Tibetan scripture building, through the moon stone gate.

Compared with the bustle and solemnity in front of the main hall of Jinguang Temple, this place seems to be another world, very indifferent, isolated from all the hustle and bustle.

A lot of flowers and plants are planted in front of the meditation room, and the breeze blows, and a burst of fragrance wafts away. A few unknown birds flew up and down the flowers, decorating this very peaceful environment.

Before coming to the meditation room with Chen Feng, the gray-clothed old monk did not invite Chen Feng in, but stood in front of the flower, staring at a bud that was about to bloom for a long time. The gray-clothed old monk was not tall, and he was a little rickety, and his face was full of wrinkles, but when he stared at the flowers, his dark eyes were as simple and bright as a child's eyes.

Chen Feng looked at the gray-clothed old monk's behavior very strangely at first, but when he touched the old monk's gaze, he couldn't help but feel that every flower, every leaf, and every dust in this flowerbed was fused with the gray-clothed old monk.

This feeling is very peculiar, if you force Chen Feng to say it, Chen Feng feels that this is a Zen taste.

A few butterflies flew lightly, lingering around the gray-clothed old monk, without fear, and seemed to regard the gray-clothed old monk as a part of the whole flower garden.

After a long time, the gray-clothed old monk raised his head, his eyes fell on Chen Feng's body, and said, "The donor must have had an adventure recently, right?" ”

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how the gray-clothed old monk saw it, but in the gray-clothed old monk's gaze, Chen Feng had a feeling that he was directly seen by the other party, so he didn't hide it, nodded directly, and asked suspiciously: "How did the master see it?" ”

The gray-clothed old monk smiled and said: "The donor has abundant secret power, but looking at the donor's behavior, the control of these secret powers is not skillful, but the secret power on his body overflows a lot, which is caused by the lack of cultivation time and lack of experience." However, in ordinary sects or families, disciples at the secret disciple stage, especially those who belong to beginner secret disciples like the donor, rarely travel alone. So I guess the donor doesn't have a mentor yet.

There is no sect and family, but the secret power has grown rapidly, which shows that the donor must have an adventure. ”

Chen Feng was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that the gray-clothed old monk could see so many doorways just by relying on the overflow of his secret power. Moreover, Chen Feng has been running the secret technique of breathing in Jinguang Temple, and he can hide his identity, but he is still seen through by the gray-clothed old monk at a glance, which shows that the other party's cultivation is far above him.

Chen Feng asked, "Master, it seems that you are also from the Secret Realm?" At this time, Chen Feng's words were already more polite than before, and he no longer operated the Breath Gathering Secret Technique, because there was no longer such a need.

The gray-clothed old monk sighed, but the content of the answer was a little wrong and said: "The poor monk is an outsider, how can this temple have always been troubled, and he has to deal with the secret, so he is willing to ask the donor to come to help relieve his worries." ”

Chen Feng looked puzzled, but the gray-clothed old monk said: "Please go to the teahouse to taste a bowl of inferior tea first, and then let the old monk explain the reason in detail." ”

The gray-clothed old monk led Chen Feng into the tea room. This tea room is next to the old monk's meditation room, and the setting inside is very simple and tidy. A few futons and a few Buddhist scriptures are placed in it haphazardly, and there are no calligraphy and paintings left on the walls for decoration.

Chen Feng walked for a long time, and he was also a little thirsty, and he was about to drink the tea bowl on the table, but he heard the gray-clothed old monk say: "Drinking tea is very particular, whether it is boiling or brewing, it must be perfect. The donor may wish to taste it carefully, maybe there is something else. ”

Chen Feng was slightly stunned and smiled embarrassedly. Chen Feng's grandfather also used to drink tea, but because he was a fisherman, he couldn't afford to buy tea from outside, so he drank bitter tea picked by the river. It is said to be a bitter tea, but it is just for the sake of sounding, but in fact, this tea is just some leaves that are not too bitter.

Seeing Chen Feng's embarrassed expression, the gray-clothed old monk said: "In addition to reciting Buddhist scriptures, the poor monk is a tea lover, and is called a 'tea idiot', and the Buddha name is also related to tea, called Mingyuan." The donor was thirsty, so he just offered herbal tea, and it was too late to re-boil. Please forgive me for being rude. However, the tea of the poor monk comes from the Northern Han Dynasty, which is not the same as the tea of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and it is even more different from the soil tea on Hongfeng Island. After speaking, Mingyuan looked at the south, with yearning on his face.

Suddenly, Ming Yuan smiled heartily and said: "It is also fate to see the donor today, so the poor monk will pour a bowl of tea for the donor."

After speaking, Ming Yuan first poured out the boiling water in the teapot, warmed the tea bowl, then poured out the water, then dried the tea bowl, put in the tea leaves, and poured into the tea bowl to make tea.