In the following days, Wang Feng's life gradually tended to be calm, running to the river every morning to pick up ten jars of water, completing the task just for lunch, and then running to the mountains ten miles away in the afternoon to chop wood, and only in the evening to complete the day's task.

Of course, the Shaolin Temple's arrangement of these tasks for him is definitely not a prejudice, but a tradition, and every new monk has to undergo such a test, which usually lasts for three to five years.

So every morning, the busy villagers at the foot of the mountain would see a young man with hair among a group of young bald monks, shouting and carrying water together, and then in the evening, they would be seen carrying firewood from the distant mountains and forests back to the temple.

With the passage of two weeks, Wang Feng is not a hypocritical person, and the task of carrying water and chopping wood every day has been compressed from one day to half a day, and now it only takes three or four hours.

Even if the day's work is tiring, Wang Feng will still insist on going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he always feels that the old monk seems to have something to say to him, but two weeks have passed, Wang Feng insists on coming to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day rain or shine, and the old monk is deaf and will always have only three sentences.

These three sentences are all in the same tone or even the same order, when Wang Feng enters the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old monk will say "the oil lamp will go out", after Wang Feng fills the oil lamp, the old monk will instruct Wang Feng to find a book to read, and when Wang Feng leaves, the old monk will repeat the sentence "The oil lamp will go out".

Even if Wang Feng took the initiative to fill the oil lamp every time, the old monk would still go and repeat this sentence, which also caused Wang Feng to think about what the old monk must be hinting at, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of the oil lamp going out anyway.

Sunset on the West Mountain, the sunset dyed the mountains and forests on the horizon, Wang Feng sat quietly on the stone, for two weeks, the old monk asked him to read a scripture every day, from "Prajna Jackfruit Heart Sutra" to "Great Compassion Mantra", from "Great Compassion Mantra" to "Great Day Rulai Heart Sutra", every day after reading a scripture, even if the old monk did not say a word, Wang Feng benefited a lot from it, vaguely his right eye seemed to resonate, Xu Lin's eye seemed to be actively fused with Wang Feng's organs, and the vision became clearer and clearer, this clarity is not just a realistic picture, but the clarity of the passage of time, Wang Feng can vaguely see the flow of time, which is very vague and elusive.

"The oil lamp will go out...... What exactly does an old monk mean? The oil lamp will go out...... People are like lamps, and the oil runs out and the lamps wither...... Wipe! The old monk is not saying that I am going to die! ”

Wang Feng slapped his thigh, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but the prophecy that Wei Yan had said was fulfilled in the realm of the North Sea, Wang Feng also began to believe in this aspect, the Chinese culture is broad and profound, and the mountain doctor's fate and fortune have originated and warlocks have studied it, and there must be its mysteries.

"The monks don't speak, the old monster says you're going to die, and you won't live long."

Shi Xiaolan jumped on the big stone with a broken straw hat and sat next to Wang Feng, admiring the sunset.

"Rub! Eavesdrop on me! ”

Wang Feng was speechless for a moment, he was so focused that he ignored the safety issues beside him.

"Don't look at me, I'm also the only disciple of the Medicine King, it's not easy to eavesdrop on you, let alone you are so attentive."

Shi Xiaolan sat cross-legged, her arms on her thighs, looking at Sunset's expression so intoxicated.

"I'm too lazy to you."

Wang Feng turned his head, although the last time in the cafeteria and Shaolin Temple was a little unpleasant, but the monks were very broad-minded, knowing that this was Wang Feng's idea, he was also good for the children, and the small contradiction did not become a barrier between them.

"Wang Feng, are you afraid of death?" Shi Xiaolan suddenly turned her head and asked.

"Nonsense, people are afraid of death."

"If you are kidnapped with a group of people, you can choose to live, but that group of people must die, you can also choose to save them, but you have to die, how do you choose?"

Shi Xiaolan's expression became extremely solemn, this kind of serious expression was something Wang Feng had never seen.

Wang Feng smiled, "This question is actually very simple, the key depends on who that group of people is, if it is my family and friends, I am willing to sacrifice myself for them." ”

"What if you don't know someone? For example, the villagers under the mountain are just one side. ”

"I ......"

Wang Feng hesitated suddenly, according to the logic of his previous sentence, if it was someone he didn't know, he was absolutely unwilling to sacrifice, it didn't matter anything, why should he sacrifice for them, if Wang Feng died, then how sad his family and friends should be.

"You're hesitating, too! The master's words are always difficult to understand. ”

Shi Xiaolan sighed faintly, as if she had sighed away all her troubles, and her face returned to a carefree look.

"Master? Did the Medicine King ask you that? ”

"Well, he asks me such a question every year, the first year I replied that I was not willing to sacrifice myself, he punished me for three days in the Shaolin Temple's scripture pavilion, the second time I learned to be obedient, I replied that I was willing to sacrifice, he also let me face the wall in the scripture pavilion for three days...... No matter how I answered, it was the same punishment, and I had to spend three days every year with the old monster in the Scripture Pavilion. ”

"You've seen the old monk a long time ago?" Wang Feng asked.

"Think about the abbot of Shaolin who is perverted, that old monster died early in the morning, and he put the corpse inside, plus the weird atmosphere inside, who dares to stay inside!"

Shi Xiaolan couldn't help rubbing her arms as she spoke, and now Wang Feng was completely stunned, and the chill hit his back from the soles of his feet, dead? Who is talking to Wang Feng!

"You're kidding me! He's talking to me anyway! ”

Wang Feng reacted immediately, it must be Xiao Nizi who was deliberately scaring him.

Shi Xiaolan's face turned pale suddenly, she looked at Wang Feng in horror, her steps moved back slightly, and the muscles on her face twitched to reveal an ugly smile, "You...... Are you trying to scare me? Aunt and grandmother are possessed by gods and Buddhas...... From...... I never believed in ghosts and gods. ”

Shi Xiaolan's frightened expression was definitely not acting, Wang Feng's insight under his cracked pupils was amazing, if he could see through the lie at a glance, could it be that the old monk was really dead?

The method of distinguishing between the dead and the living is very simple, but the old monk is motionless, no different from the dead, and there is a magic circle isolated above the first floor, Wang Feng can't use the split pupil to see through his body functions, so he can't tell the difference.

"Don't talk nonsense, how do you know he's dead, could it be that you've been to the top floor?" Wang Feng thought that it must be Shi Xiaolan who misunderstood the old monk, and the other party didn't move or speak, so he was regarded as a dead man.

"You're talking nonsense! That old monk is the first abbot of this Shaolin Temple, if he is still alive, he will be hundreds of years old! ”

Shi Xiaolan glared at Wang Feng fiercely, and said dissatisfiedly: "You still hate me for asking you to invest, and find a way to scare people, a guy with no conscience!"

Hearing this, Wang Feng's face became extremely ugly, the old monk was really dead! What was it that was talking to him? Soul? Ghosts? But that ghost has never hurt Wang Feng, it is just repeating inexplicable words, what is its intention?