Just as Gan Ningyuan was about to jump on the tree again to chop pine nuts, Jue Yin moved his fingertips, and a small stone flew out and hit the trunk of the tree, and hundreds of pine nuts fell from the tree in an instant.

"You eat pine nuts, why do you need to hurt the pine trees again?" said only one word, and continued to meditate.

Gan Ningyuan was stunned in his heart, he hadn't seen a little meat in half a month, and now he even had to say that he had to eat a pine nut, which was too pedantic.

Although he felt that the monk was pedantic, he didn't dare to show it on the surface, but squatted on the ground and picked up pine nuts.

The middle-aged man seems to be really asleep, but from time to time his stomach has some disobedient screams.

Gan Ning took a large bag of pine nuts from afar, and then sat down cross-legged to rest for a while.

"Let's go!" said Kyaw Yin as he got up, he didn't say much, so it was dull and terrible along the way.

Gan Ningyuan knocked on the pine nuts all the way, and the hunger in his stomach decreased slightly.

After walking like this for another two days, Gan Ningyuan and the middle-aged man saw some buildings not far in front of them, and after walking for a quarter of an hour, they saw an ancient temple standing majestically under the mountain, and the houses spread to the mountain behind, densely packed and countless.

There is a bare boulder on the mountain, and the three big characters of Hannyo Temple are written on the rock wall. Each word is tens of zhang in size.

Following Jueyin, the three of them did not go through the mountain gate, but followed a path into the temple.

Gan Ning has seen the Jingyue Gate built according to the danger, and has also seen the flooded water of the Shuangji Island, and now when he sees the Panruo Temple, he only feels that the momentum is magnificent, and the ordinary buildings are comparable.

Maybe it's because the path is remote, and I haven't seen a single monk along the way. Just wondering, there has been a small thatched hut in front of me, the sound of water behind the house, there is a crystal clear stream, there are stone steps on the opposite side of the stream, count up, there are eighty-one steps, and then there is a blurry small hole, the size of the hole, only one person can pass.

"You two will live here from now on, and you will go to meditation with me. Jue Yin slowly walked up the stone steps, leaving the middle-aged and Gan Ningyuan.

Gan Ningyuan was injured by middle age before, and he didn't talk to him along the way, but now that he arrived at his destination, he felt even more unnecessary to talk, so he turned around and went into the hut.

The hut was empty, there wasn't even a bed, and it wasn't as spacious as outside.

Knocking on the pine nuts, Gan Ning wandered around the thatched hut, looking at the refreshing scenery in front of him, but he was worried about the comfort of Su Yao and the others.

Looking at the middle-aged man again, he was forcibly brought here by Jueyin, turned around, and entered the hut and never came out.

Gan Ningyuan drank a full water by the stream with pine nuts, sighed, his eyes lit up, and he found that there was also a thatched hut in the lower reaches of the stream, but the thatched hut was short and blocked by a few trees that were growing just right.

Like the hut above, it was empty.

"The scenery is beautiful, but I'm hungry and uncomfortable, and I have to find a way to fill my stomach. Gan Ningyuan rubbed his poor stomach and walked around the small forest.

"If no one sends him food, wouldn't he have to starve to death here? No wonder the old monk is so thin, he turns out to be hungry. Gan Ningyuan leaned on a tree, chewing on a slightly bitter leaf in his mouth, and said with a sad face.

When night falls, the stars in the sky are faintly visible through the trees, and the blink is very interesting, and the moon is greedily reflected in the stream, disappearing with the flowing water.

Gan Ningyuan sat cross-legged in the thatched hut, practicing the nameless mind method.

For some reason, he felt that the internal force in his body had increased a lot, and he could only feel a faint trace of qi in the dantian before, but now it was different, and he could feel a cloud of gas the size of a quail egg.

"Is it possible to cultivate internal strength when you are hungry?" Gan Ningyuan guessed with a bitter face.

It turned out that Gan Ningyuan was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and his body would unconsciously resist with internal force, and he didn't feel that it was short, but after a long time, the internal force in his body would accumulate a lot.

"It seems that being hungry is not a bad thing. Gan Ningyuan ran the reverse pulse ice power, and a strong reverse pulse force rushed out along the palm force, making an explosion in the air.

After being hungry all night, Gan Ningyuan still couldn't help but run out of the hut, this feeling was too uncomfortable. If you continue to practice like this, you won't succeed in martial arts, and you will starve yourself to death first.

Out of the hut, I saw a little monk coming from the path, carrying three steamed buns.

Seeing the steamed buns, Gan Ningyuan hurriedly ran over, but only ran a few steps, and was given a head start by the middle-aged man in the other thatched hut. He flew to the little monk's side, first picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it in his mouth, and then grabbed the little monk's neck with his other hand.

The little monk was so frightened that he couldn't get away and cried out loudly.

Jue Yin walked out of the cave and saw this scene, he had always been expressionless, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Old bald donkey, if you don't let me go, I will kill this little monk immediately. The middle-aged man said viciously, his arm was forced, and the little monk was pinched by the neck and picked up, his face was flushed, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe but couldn't.

"Do you want to kill again?" Jue Yin walked down the stone steps, he was obviously very slow to lift his feet, but in the blink of an eye he was already beside the hut.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression was distorted, and he pinched the little monk's hand a little harder, and the little monk was about to die.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression was dark, and he wanted to exert more force but couldn't, the little monk struggled and came out, gasping for breath, kicking and scolding the middle-aged man who couldn't move on the side.

Jue Yin comforted the little monk, and the latter wiped away his tears and went back. He came to the middle-aged man again, put one hand on the middle-aged man's head, and actually used internal force to cut his hair.

"From this day on, you are dust, and the red dust of the world has nothing to do with you anymore. As he spoke, the middle-aged man had no hair on his head, and he had become a bald monk, but he was still wearing his previous tattered robe, which looked a little nondescript.

"Master, I'm ......!" Gan Ningyuan also had his own concerns in his heart, he didn't want to be a monk like a middle-aged man.

"You and I don't have the fate of master and apprentice, your Buddha is in the rivers and lakes. Jue Yin interrupted Gan Ningyuan's words and reassured the latter.

"Then when can I leave?" Gan Ningyuan couldn't help but ask!

"When it's time to leave, you'll be able to leave. Jue Yin said, and then lit a few big holes in the dust one after another.

"Amitabha!" With the sound of the Buddha's horn, the dust shook violently, and all the martial arts of the whole body were dissolved.

Lichen stayed in place, there were still steamed buns in his mouth that he hadn't eaten, and his eyes were shining with tears, for the people in the rivers and lakes, abolishing martial arts was worse than killing him.

Gan Ningyuan picked up two steamed buns on the ground, and then put one on the stone beside him. I swallowed the steamed buns in one gulp, and returned to the hut to meditate and cultivate.

The years are ruthless, and Gan Ningyuan at this time seems to be isolated from the outside world, and a month has passed in a flash.

Xu is his talent, in the past month, his internal force has grown rapidly, and the gas in the dantian has been the size of an egg.

It is worth mentioning that he still only eats one steamed bun a day, from the beginning of the wolf, to now he is chewing slowly, he no longer has the previous impetuousness.

At the same time, the rivers and lakes have become a pot of porridge.