"Father-in-law, that monk has really cultivated his mind and can know what others are thinking?" Ye Feihua asked Ye Feng.

She was a little reluctant to believe it.

People's hearts are the most unpredictable, what people think, how can you see everything?

It's not as simple as looking at your face!

"I don't know."

Ye Feng shook his head slightly, "But the six divine powers she said should be theoretically feasible." ”

"It's a pity that I don't know how to cultivate."

"Whether he has practiced or not, I'm afraid only he knows."

"Then do you think that if he cultivates his psychic powers, does it also mean that it is possible to practice other supernatural powers?" Ye Feihua asked again.

"Why don't we arrest him and torture him?"

Ye Feihua's own bad character, coupled with today's characteristics after transformation, is cruel.

"Recite Buddhist scriptures."

Ye Feng glanced at Ye Feihua and said.

"But I don't think it's useful." Frowning, Ye Feihua felt that reciting Buddhist scriptures was useless to herself, it had been better for more than a year, and the situation in her body was still like that, and she had not improved significantly at all.

It's still a delicate balance of tightrope walking, and it may crumble at any point.

"Be calm!"

Glancing at Ye Feihua, Ye Feng said, "If you can't read Buddhist scriptures, then change to copying, keep copying, and copy until your hands are tired and sleepy." ”

"Okay."

Pouted, although full of thoughts, but for Ye Feng's orders, Ye Feihua has always obeyed.

Pick up the lamp, copy the Buddhist scriptures, one word and one painting, Ye Feihua can copy it seriously.

Of course, this is also because Ye Feng accompanied her to copy it.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

At the moment, even the things on paper are not yet ripe, let alone understand the truth.

Ye Feng was very familiar with such a thing, when he was practicing martial arts before, he had to copy martial arts cheats and Taoist classics every day.

When the transcription is finished, the dictation begins.

In short, over and over again, keep writing.

Now that he has come to be a monk, he will do the same.

The silky flow on the nib and paper is easy to get caught up in and lose track of time.

On the second day, Ye Feng got up and prepared to go to the Buddha Hall to do a morning class, and he was no different from ordinary monks in terms of abiding by the rules.

But!

Just when he pushed open the door, Dao Yan was actually standing at the door.

"Abbot, you've scared me." Ye Feng smiled and opened the door and let Dao Yan enter the room.

Blocking the door early in the morning, it is obvious that there is something.

"Nope."

Shaking his head slightly, Dao Yan refused to enter the room, but just said, "Lao Wei has something to entrust to Senior Brother Daosheng. ”

Usually the two of them are called brothers, and Ye Feng did not dislike this kid and himself as a senior.

"Lao Wei plans to go to the south, the things in this Qingshou Temple have been arranged, but I am not afraid of 10,000, I am afraid of what happens, if something happens, I also ask the Taoist junior brother to be able to make a move."

Hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, "You're going to the south?" Where to? Why? ”

"Forget it, don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it." Seeing Dao Yan open his mouth to speak, Ye Feng waved his hand, he had suppressed his curiosity for a moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang is dead, this monk is going to the south at this time?

Can that be a good thing?

"If it's just something I can do, I'll take action, but if it's a catastrophe, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it." Ye Feng said to Dao Yan.

"If it's a great calamity, it's a calamity, and it depends on their own lives." Dao Yan performed a Buddha salute to Ye Feng and recited Amitabha Buddha, which was regarded as satisfaction with Ye Feng's promise.

"Senior Brother Daosheng, this is some of the experiences of Lao Wei after reaching his heart over the years, you can try to see it, but it may not be useful." Dao Yan handed a booklet to Ye Feng, then turned around to leave.

But before he got out of Ye Feng's small courtyard, he immediately turned around again, and suddenly said, "If Lao Wei didn't come back from the south, would Senior Brother Daosheng be willing to be the host of this Qingshou Temple?" ”

"I don't want to." Ye Feng directly shook his head and refused.

"Amitabha." Shaking his head slightly, Dao Yan looked pityful, "It's a pity that although the two of them are related to the Buddha, they have no share." ”

This time, Dao Yan walked away completely.

"Is this old monk going out to make the wind and rain? It won't be bad for them, right? Looking at the back of Dao Yan leaving, Ye Feihua said in a deep voice, "This guy knows how to understand his heart, this ability is very dangerous, and he has to guard against it." ”

"The Great Age of Genes"

"She should have taken Zhu Di back to Beiping." Ye Feng said leisurely.

Who is Daoyan?

Ye Feng didn't care, but he was just a monk's name.

But during these days, Ye Feng happened to hear something in the small talk of these monks, Dao Yan's real name is Yao Guangxiao.

Who is Yao Guangxiao?

That's the name.

"Don't worry about it that much." Ye Feng shook his head slightly, "You and I are both such old people, don't get involved in everything." ”

"This era is the world of young people, whether they succeed or fail, let them go by themselves."

Ye Feng is very open-minded, and he will do whatever he wants.

Interfering in everything seems to help others, but will people really be grateful?

And!

His situation is also different from Zhang Sanfeng, and he really needs to hide it.

"Then let's not interfere and see what kind of changes will happen in this world." Ye Feihua also doesn't care.

The days passed, Ye Feng was a monk for a day, and he really didn't know what was going on outside.

There are no previous briefings here, and this is just a place where you can live your own little life and do your own work every day, which is very closed.

The only thing I can know is probably that there has been some commotion in Beiping City recently.

On this day, Ye Feng went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow Buddhist scriptures as always, and then prepared to go back to copy them, but when he was going back, he passed by a small courtyard with an open gate on the way and noticed that a little monk was practicing inside.

It's not too small to say it's small.

This little monk is also sixteen or seventeen years old.

It is Daoyan's apprentice, whose name is Ma He.

Before Dao Yan left, he let this little guy preside over the temple instead of himself.

As for why he was attracted to him today, it was just because his martial arts attracted Ye Feng's attention.

The true qi runs and the aura is emanated, which is the pure Taoist internal strength.

This is nothing, but when you raise your hands and feet, your aura is a bit congenital.

Innate is the ultimate of true internal strength.

Ye Feng's current exercise system naturally contains all-true internal strength, but he has never been able to touch the threshold of the innate word of all-true internal strength, and can only follow the path of internal strength step by step.

But feeling the aura of this little monk today, he was inexplicably touched.

Looking up, I saw that the little monk flicked his fingers, and a silver needle shot out directly, not only piercing the wooden stake in front of him, but also nailing it to the stone behind the wooden stake.

Sharp!

"Ma He, what kind of martial arts are you?" Ye Feng stopped, saw Ma He, and asked.

"I've seen Uncle Daosheng." Ma He saluted Ye Feng, very respectful, "Back to my uncle's words, I once served by King Yan's side, and was taught martial arts by King Yan, and later learned Buddhist exercises with my master. ”

"No smile, you're doing well." Ye Feng expressed his appreciation, "A small silver needle, you can control it to that extent, it's amazing." ”

"I want to see your exercises, I wonder if you want to?" Ye Feng wanted to see the true face of Lushan in his exercises.

PS: I've always wanted to have an outbreak of ten chapters, but I'm always a little less passionate, alas...... It may not be the right week to do so