The person on the couch was naturally Ling Feng.

When the salty sea water poured into his mouth, Ling Feng's heart was full of resentment and remorse......

Ling Feng felt that it was a gift from God to him that he could not die this time, and he also took this opportunity to leave the community and live a good life from now on.

For the next few days, Ling Feng lay on the bed and recuperate. The daily sleep time is very long, and the three meals a day are sent to him by the little monk Huijing and Huiming in turn, and of course the porridge and white rice, green vegetables and tofu are sent. Except for the time when the meal was delivered, the two little monks were almost not seen, and the old monk did not show his face.

When he couldn't sleep, Ling Feng would also recall his past and miss Xiao Lin. Whenever I think of the fact that I have worked hard for the club for all these years, but in the end I end up like this, the resentment in my heart can't help but increase a little. But what can you do if you kill the poisonous snake, Zheng Tianle, and Lei Bao, it is nothing more than bringing endless trouble to yourself. It's only to blame yourself for choosing the wrong path in the first place, and now you can start again, so why not!

After a few more days, as time passed, Ling Feng's body gradually recovered. Because Ling Feng had also exercised regularly before, his physique was better than ordinary people, and he was young, so he recovered relatively quickly.

On this day, Ling Feng felt much better, so he tried to move on the ground, and the effect was not bad. As soon as he sat back on the edge of the bed, the old monk who hadn't shown up for a long time actually came to see him alone, and Ling Feng hurriedly stood up.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the donor's complexion is much better, and he is good." ”

looked at the old monk in front of him, although he was very fat, he spoke kindly, looked kind, and was his life-saving benefactor. Ling Feng couldn't help but feel close in his heart, and also followed the example of the old monk, and put his hands together and said, "Thank you, master, for saving me, boy, I can't thank you enough!" ”

The old monk was also looking at Ling Feng carefully, only to see the person in front of him, tall and tall, with strong muscles exposed in the gaps in his ragged clothes. The heavens are vast, although the face is full of mud stains, but it is also vaguely arguable, with eight-character eyebrows, high nose bridge, thick lips, a pair of attractive ears, especially the pair of eyes, which now seem to be bright and profound. At first glance, he is the kind of person who dares to act and is bold.

"Hehe, the donor's words are serious. Isn't it boring to stay in the house these days? How about I talk to the benefactor? The old monk watched for a long time, sat down on the only chair in the meditation room, and said kindly.

"Yes, Master. It's really suffocating me these days. Ling Feng said happily.

The old monk asked, "Dare to ask the donor, your honorable surname, where is the fairy town?" ”

Ling Feng sounded so awkward, didn't he just ask me what my name was and where did I come from? It's so chewy, how can you continue to talk about it this day? But he couldn't help but answer, and hurriedly said: "My name is Ling Feng, and I'm from T City." ”

The old monk looked at Ling Feng suspiciously, and said, "It turned out to be Ling Feng, Lord Ling!" Why has the poor monk never heard of the place that Ling Shi said, it must be a far away place, so how did the donor get here? ”

Ling Fengxin said: Why doesn't this old monk even know about T City, isn't he in T City anymore? Of course, he can't say that he is a member of the community, and he was thrown into the sea by the community's implementation of family law, mainly because he was afraid that the old monk would call the police, so he had to reply: "I accidentally fell into the sea and was rescued by you, the master." ”

The old monk was even more puzzled and said, "The sea? There's no sea here. ”

Ling Feng was shocked in his heart, and took the opportunity to ask, "May I ask Master, where am I now?" ”

The old monk said: "The old man's name is empty, and here is the small temple of the old man, called the 'Pure Zen Forest', where the old man and two apprentices live, and there is a subordinate who cooks on the fire. The two apprentice benefactors of the old man have already seen it. ”

Ling Feng didn't have time to pay attention to these introductions of the empty old monk, he just wanted to figure out where he was as soon as possible, so he continued to ask, "Then may I ask the master, which city is this temple in?" ”

The empty monk replied slowly: "This place is a barren valley, the nearest town is 'Qingshui Town', out of the valley to the north, there are more than thirty miles, here to the south is Hangzhou City. ”

"What? A barren valley outside Hangzhou? Ling Feng was taken aback.

The empty monk nodded affirmatively.

"Oh my God, how did you run so far." Ling Feng muttered in his heart.

Ling Feng searched hard for his memories, but no matter how he recalled, he still couldn't remember anything after being thrown into the sea. I had to continue to ask: "Master, how did I come to your temple?" ”

He replied: "The day before yesterday, the little apprentice Huiming went to the stream in the valley to fetch water, and saw the donor lying unconscious by the stream, so he carried the donor back. ”

Ling Feng frowned, and said in his heart, then how did I get to the stream in this barren valley? It is estimated that this old monk has no answer.

Sure enough, he said: "Amitabha, the donor will not die in great calamity, and there will be blessings in the future!" Dare to ask how the benefactor got to this barren valley? ”

"This ...... I don't know, I can't remember it at all. All I remember was falling into the sea, and I couldn't remember anything else. Ling Feng didn't know how to explain, and his heart was full of surprise.

Monk Kong's eyes suddenly shot out two rays of essence, like a substance, shooting onto Ling Feng's face, and after a while, the essence disappeared. Seeing that Ling Feng's heart was empty, he said in his heart: Why are the eyes of this old monk so bright.

He listened to the empty and said: "According to the old man, the donor is probably suffering from amnesia, but the donor doesn't have to be too persistent." As the saying goes, everything is like the law, like a dream bubble. Everything in the world is just an illusion, forget it, forget it. Amitabha, the old man said goodbye. As he spoke, the monk stood up and walked out of the meditation room. Leaving Ling Feng with a dazed face sitting there alone.

At lunchtime, the little monk Huiming brought a meal and a set of clothes, shoes and socks. Huiming put the food on the table, then took the clothes to Ling Feng and said, "Donor, this is the clothes that Master asked Uncle Gu to buy for you from the town, you can change them quickly." ”

Ling Fengxin said: Who is Uncle Gu? Oh, I guess it's the old monk who said about it. I didn't pay much attention to it. Hurriedly took the clothes and said, "Thank you, little master." ”

After Ling Feng took the clothes, he was ready to take off his clothes. In fact, he had long wanted to change the ragged clothes on his body, but the owner didn't mention it, and he was embarrassed to say anything.

Huiming hurriedly stopped: "Donor, you better take a shower before changing." With that, he covered his mouth and laughed.

Ling Feng was puzzled, "What's wrong?" Little Master. ”

Hui Ming took out a bronze mirror from his waist and handed it to Ling Feng like a trick, and said, "See for yourself." ”