When Mo Feng woke up again, he was already in an elegant room, the furnishings around him were minimalist, simple and natural, and he was lying on the wooden bed.

Mo Feng sat up and found that the ribs that were broken by Lin Zhengqing had been connected, and his technique was neat and old-fashioned, although it was still a little painful when he moved, it seemed that there should be no root cause left.

He was grateful for a moment. After many betrayals of life and death, when Mo Feng was in danger and helpless, although he didn't know who saved him, he had already remembered this kindness.

Mo Feng slowly got off the ground, he only wore a small underwear, and the rest of the clothes were neatly folded on the table, and his belongings were placed next to him, and the frost dragon sword was placed on the chair brightly, cold as before.

Mo Feng got dressed, took the matching sword, pushed the door and walked out, he wanted to thank his benefactor, and by the way, see who the sacredness was.

The sunlight after opening the door shone on Mo Feng's face, shaking him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. When he can see the surrounding landscape clearly, the tower pavilion here is solemn, and the Zen forest stone path is full of incense, which is actually a pure place for Buddhism.

Mo Feng walked out of the mansion along the stone path, and saw a fat monk sweeping the floor in the square in front of the main hall. He stepped forward to make a Buddhist salute to the monk and said, "This master, you are polite. ”

The monk stopped and looked up to see that it was him, shook the fat on his face and laughed: "Amitabha, donor, you are awake." ”

"Dare to ask Master, where is this, and how can I be here?"

The fat monk smiled heartily: "This is Maitreya Temple, which is a famous temple nearby, and it has some incense. You fell in the field not far from our temple. It was the disciple who went out to buy after the rain yesterday who found you and took you back to the temple to see the abbot. When the abbot saw that you were seriously wounded, he commanded that you should be taken care of. You were injured and tired from the rain all afternoon, and you were already weak, and we were all worried and tried our best to treat you. But now, it seems that you should be fine, just a few days of cultivation. ”

"Dare to ask the master, where is the abbot of your temple now, I want to thank him in person. Mo Feng asked gratefully.

"The abbot is now reciting scriptures in his room, so I'll take you there. ”

"Thank you, Master. The two of them walked through the square one after the other and went to the back hall.

On the way, Mo Feng asked about the fat monk's name, and he replied with a smile "fate", and Mo Feng secretly said that this master's name has a Zen meaning.

The bell rang, the release pond murmured, and the two came to a meditation room. Li Yuan knocked on the door and said, "Uncle Abbot, the benefactor who saved me yesterday woke up and said that he wanted to see you." ”

Mo Feng listened to him, and secretly said that you are the abbot's nephew, but I don't know what age this abbot is.

"Amitabha, please let him in. The two pushed the door open.

Entering the meditation room, when Mo Feng saw the abbot for the first time, he was frightened by his appearance: this abbot was too fat.

The interior was a seat, and the abbot's body was piled up on a mat like a hill, Mo Feng couldn't even imagine the abbot standing up, he believed that with this body, no one could stand.

However, the abbot was still very kind, he looked at Mo Feng with a smile and said, "Donor, please take a seat." How's the injury?"

Mo Feng knelt beside him with some restraint, Mo Feng, who was only a table away from him, was still not very comfortable seeing this wave of fat piled up there, and his performance even made him feel ashamed: he was his benefactor, what does it matter what he looks like? ”

"Well," the abbot nodded with satisfaction, "you still have to pay more attention, you can recuperate with me for a few days, and then you can wait until the injury is completely healed." ”

Mo Feng didn't want to trouble the abbot anymore, so he was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, now that Lin Zhengqing was chasing and killing him, wasn't this place of cultivation the best place to hide?

Thinking of this, Mo Feng clenched his fists and said, "So it will disturb the abbot." ”

"Well, the door to the monks is very convenient. Although the temple eats fasting and recites the Buddha, the donor's three meals a day and a place to stay can still be provided. ”

Mo Feng thanked him again and again, and then he said goodbye with Yuan and left the meditation room.

Mo Feng asked about the abbot's name and learned that his name was Huijue, and he was a well-known monk. Mo Feng knew that he couldn't judge people, but when he thought of his appearance, Mo Feng couldn't help but shudder.

After that, Mo Feng stayed temporarily, and it was no different from ordinary temples, but it was indeed as Yuan said, the incense was prosperous, and the pilgrims were like clouds.

The abbot of Huijue is kind and charitable, and the Maitreya Temple often takes in street children and helps the poor, not only for Mo Feng. Mo Feng was also greatly admired when he saw that the temple was so compassionate.

After a few more days, his injuries were basically healed, and his body gradually recovered. He practiced martial arts in the temple every day, looked at the scenery in the temple, and the days were pleasant. Lin Zhengqing also seemed to have found out his whereabouts, but there was no news at all, so he had been calm.

If he can't find himself, Lin Zhengqing should almost give up and do something else. Mo Feng thought with luck.

Seeing that his health was already good, he was embarrassed to disturb the Maitreya Temple anymore, and decided to leave the abbot tomorrow. After that, he rushed back to the Kunlun faction, hoping not to meet Lin Zhengqing along the way.

At night, Mo Feng turned off the lights and knelt on the bed to meditate, which was the basic method for the demon hunter to regain his energy, so he had to take it out and try it every now and then.

Mo Feng closed his eyes, during the meditation process, his mind was immediately clear, and even his sense of hearing and smell became extremely sensitive.

At this moment, behind the low wall not far from the house, there was a sound of talking, and every word clearly came to his ears.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" the abbot didn't seem ready to feast on him. ”

"Hmph, the abbot has been getting less and less bold lately, and he lets go of the delicacy every time. How long has he not been doing this for a living, do you know? If this continues, the Maitreya Temple has really become a good hall. He occasionally sneaks around trying to find a way to satisfy his cravings, but I really haven't tasted human flesh in months. If he doesn't do it, I'm going to do it!"

"But..."

"Don't do it, after we solve this kid, the raw rice will be cooked and cooked, and the abbot can't do anything. Do you want to eat it?"

"Think, think... Let's... Just do it this time. ”

Oh, are those two people out there trying to solve me? Interesting, I want to see who is so daring. Mo Feng couldn't help but sneer, he remained silent, waiting for the other party to slowly approach him and strike first.