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Entrusted to the horse, taking advantage of the twilight, Lan Feng took off the mask on his face, since he entered the holy land of Buddhism, he didn't need these, and when he entered the Shaolin Temple, the time was very urgent, and it was too late to wait for the report.

The three of them blindly searched, the three of them stopped, flashed out four figures to surround the three of them, the four monks couldn't help but look at Lan Feng, they had never seen such a dusty woman, Lan Feng stayed in the air at this time, the blue ethereal fairy dress fluttered in the wind, a faint smile, the body seemed to glow with white light, the monk couldn't help but salute to Lan Feng "Amitabha" and said: "Female Bodhisattva".

Listening to the monk's title, Lan Fengtian, Chu Liuxiang, and a little red couldn't help but be stunned, Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "It turns out that my Feng'er is still a Bodhisattva!" ”。

The older man on the left looked away and said in a deep voice: "In the past thirty years, people have stepped on the roof of the Shaolin Temple from no one in the rivers and lakes. "

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Two, it seems that Feng'er is no longer on the list, even if the next intention is said, the masters will not believe it." The gray-robed monk said sharply: "If the donor refuses to tell his intentions, then don't blame the poor and others for being rude."

It is inconvenient for monks to carry blades beside them, this pair of long uranium is usually their self-defense weapon, the world only knows that "Liuyun Iron Sleeve" is a martial arts stunt, but they don't know that the Shaolin Door Sleeve Kung Fu can also be soft, soft can roll the blade in the opponent's palm, just can break the opponent's heart with a palm.

Lan Feng summoned the ethereal Aya to intercept Liuyun Tie Sleeve and the four monks, Lan Feng moved his hand to be even more ethereal, making the four monks stunned again, unwilling to make a move on the "female bodhisattva", Lan Feng took advantage of their stunned efforts to retract the ethereal Aya and swept out to catch up with Chu Liuxiang and a little red, the four monks reacted, and the oldest monk led people to chase after him.

The three of them stayed in a dark place, and Chu Liuxiang said slowly: "If you want to hurry, you can't reach it." A little red looked in one direction and said, "Someone is coming." Lan Feng said: "Leave the fragrance, tune the tiger from the mountain!" Chu Liuxiang turned over and said: "The Shaolin Hidden Scripture is famous all over the world, can the masters borrow me to take a look?" ”。 After turning around, they returned to Lan Feng and a little red, and the three of them waited for a while, no longer flying to the eaves of the roof, but just shuttling under the eaves of the palace, in the shadows of the trees, most of the lamps in the meditation room were not lit, and there were occasional cicadas between the branches and leaves.

The three of them were about to continue walking, but they were stopped by a monk, who looked at Lan Feng's body and said with piety: "Female Bodhisattva, what are the instructions for entering the temple." Lan Feng looked at the monks who were extremely polite to him, a little embarrassed, after all, he really didn't do anything, smiled slightly, and said softly: "The master is too polite, we are rude first, there is a reason for it, I hope the master will not be surprised." After speaking, he retreated behind Chu Liuxiang and a little red.

The gray-eyed monk looked at Chu Liuxiang and a little red and said slowly, "I don't know if I can tell the names of the three." Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "If you say your name and surname, the master is afraid that you will think that you are here for the Tao Sutra." The gray-eyed monk said: "If the donors come for the Taoist scriptures, they will not go here." Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "Under Chu Liuxiang", a little red still said coldly: "A little red". Lan Feng said: "Lan Feng leans."

The gray-eyed monk said movingly: "Could it be that the thief Chu Liuxiang, the Central Plains is a little red, and the city is blue-clothed and blue-maple."

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose and said, "The master is far away from the red dust, and I don't want to know this unsightly nickname."

A little red was still silent, and Lan Fengtian just smiled faintly and said, "The master seems to be very happy to see us."

The gloomy and heavy face of the gray-eyed monk suddenly became pleasant, and in his cold eyes, he also began to have some smiles, and said slowly: "Although the old monk has been untouched for a long time, he has a well-traveled teacher and nephew, whenever he comes here, he will always tell some novel and interesting stories for the old monk, and Chu Xiangshuai's heroic feat is the most interesting and moving of all the events, and he is full of praise for the female Bodhisattva, saying that the female Bodhisattva is very Buddha-like, and for a little red donor, he has washed his hands and faded his blood, which is a rare wonderful thing. ”

Chu Liuxiang said: "What the master said, could it be that there are no flowers?" The gray-eyed monk smiled and said: "For hundreds of years, if you talk about the vast number of disciples in Shaolin, he is only one person. ”

Chu Liuxiang said: "He...... Is he here at the moment? ”

The gray-eyed monk said: "The donors are here, are they looking for him?" ”。

Chu Liuxiang said the purpose of this visit, said a few words, and learned that Wuhua and Master Tianfeng were cooking tea in the backyard, Chu Liuxiang turned away from Master Gray Eyebrow's sight, and the three of them disappeared in an instant, and the three of them landed on the tree next to the short wall and looked at the situation in the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the bamboo leaves are forested, the grass and trees are secluded, the bamboo bushes are open to three rooms, the bamboo curtain is deep, and from the bamboo, you can vaguely see the two figures sitting cross-legged on the ground. The courtyard was silent, the wind blew the leaves, the flowers and shadows flowed on the bamboo curtains, and the two seemed to be in the sky.

The person on the right is none other than the flower. In front of him there is a small cement stove, a copper kettle, a puff fan and a set of delicate and small tea sets, at this moment three tea cups the size of wine cups, has been poured with tea, bursts of tea fragrance from the bamboo curtain, plus the fragrance of flowers, bamboo, it is really intoxicating. Sitting opposite Wuhua was a thin monk with white eyebrows, who was now taking a cup of tea from Wuhua's hand, closing his eyes, and slowly bringing it to his lips.

Chu Liuxiang shouted loudly, and rushed into the bamboo like an arrow, Lan Feng followed flutteringly, a little red and unhurriedly followed, Master Tianfeng's face still did not change at all, it seemed that even if the sky collapsed, he would not move.

Master Tianfeng slowly put down the teacup and slowly opened his eyes, Chu Liuxiang was glanced at by his eyes, and he didn't feel a little at a loss.

Lan Feng came slowly and blessed slightly: "The junior Lan Feng has seen the master of Tianfeng, and the three juniors came rashly and disturbed the master to taste tea, if the master does not give up, the junior is willing to cook a pot of tea for the master."

Master Tianfeng looked at Lan Feng and nodded frequently: "A female doll with a very Buddha nature is born with a Buddha, so there is a female doll who cooks tea for the old man." Wuhua stabilized his mind and took his eyes off Lan Feng and said, "I have heard Lan Feng's exquisite tea cooking method for a long time, and I can see it today." Get up and pour all the tea into the courtyard.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at him and said, "Isn't it a pity to pour such precious water?" ”。 Wuhua looked immobile and said: "This water is dissolved by the first snow, although it is precious, there are a lot of cellars in the temple, if Brother Chu has this hobby, you might as well take a Weng back."

Chu Liuxiang sighed secretly, watching Lan Feng sit down elegantly, a little red naturally sat on Lan Feng's side, his expression was frozen, Chu Liuxiang also sat down and took out the tea leaves and handed them to Lan Feng, Master Tianfeng looked at the tea cooking technique far above the flowerless, specialized, note, steady, quiet, pleasant, elegant, and slow cooking tea The artistic conception is integrated, and he can't help nodding and saying: "It seems that the female doll is the blue maple tilt and blue girl that the flower apprentice often talks about."

Lan Feng was silent, and Chu Liuxiang continued: "Master don't be surprised, Feng'er doesn't like to be distracted when she cooks tea." Master Tianfeng nodded with satisfaction and said: "This is the most critical point of cooking tea, then tell me your intention!" ”。

A little red stared at Lan Feng, who was concentrating, more tranquil than usual, more and more that he didn't know her earlier, Wuhua also looked at Lan Feng, and the emotions in his heart were about to overflow, Chu Liuxiang and Master Tianfeng began to talk and began to tell the story of twenty years ago, this story that was both sad and tragic, from a monk who was as quiet as a Buddha, was full of a suffocating pain and mystery.