To say that Fang Zhongjin carried 500 buckets of water in a daytime, but did not feel tired at all, it would definitely be a lie!

When he finally returned to his solitary meditation room and shut out Hong Ji and Hong Du, who had been watching him all along, he let out a deep sigh.

Fang Zhongjin twisted his shoulders, and a red mark was pressed out of each of these two shoulders.

Although he was not hurt today, he did not suffer much in physical labor.

Fang Zhongjin knew that now that he was in the game, if he didn't eat these flesh and skin bitterness, it would be difficult to break out of the cage of Shaolin Temple.

Fortunately, Fang Zhongjin is now rich in internal strength, he sat cross-legged on the bed, silently carrying out his internal strength.

The internal force in his body was still so turbulent, trying to break out of Fang Zhongjin's meridians.

It's a pity that the end of every blood vein on his body seems to be blocked by filth.

No matter how Fang Zhongjin's internal strength washes out, he will never be able to rush out!

Over and over again, he guided his inner strength to hit the end of the bloodline, trying to wash out the filth and blockage at the end of the vein.

I tried like this all night, and suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

Fang Zhongjin knew that it was already the early morning of the second day.

This time he opened the door, although Hong Ji was still waiting for him with a smile.

But Hongdu was nowhere to be seen, and was replaced by another monk whom he had never seen.

As soon as Fang Zhongjin saw this monk, he had a strange feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up and down.

Seeing him like this, Hong Ji hurriedly introduced: "This is my junior brother Hong Wen." Today, Hongdu is resting, so he and I will accompany you to do today's homework. ”

Fang Zhongjin put away his expression, and said warmly: "There is Master Lao Hongwen." ”

He said this politely, but the vigilance against Hong Wen in his heart did not loosen at all.

And the master named Hongwen also smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "Master Fang is polite, let's go." As he spoke, he lifted the stick and sandwiched Fang Zhongjin in the middle with Hong Ji one after the other.

The original Hongji and Hongdu, although one is stout and the other is thin, they are both sturdy people.

And this Hong Wen is a little more stocky.

The same stick, in the hands of Hong Ji and Hong Du, is a Qi Mei stick.

But in the hands of Hong Wen, it became a "Qi Ding Stick".

It is said that Hong Wen looks simple, and if he has hair, he looks like an old farmer.

And he was always smiling, his two little eyes were bent into two lines, and he couldn't see the pupils.

Such a person, no matter how you look at it, is an honest person with a good face and a good heart.

But Fang Zhongjin keenly felt Hong Wen's hostility!

If Hongdu's hostility is obvious, it is obvious. Then Hong Wen's hostility was deliberately hidden.

Even Hong Wen's hostility far exceeded that of Hong Du, and he seemed to hate Fang Zhongjin extremely much.

The most difficult thing is that Hong Wen has such a strong hostility, but he does not show it at all.

This man is not simple!

Fang Zhong Jinrao learned the art of watching people from Lu'er, and he couldn't find the slightest flaw on Hong Wen's face.

If it weren't for Fang Zhongjin's mind becoming extremely sharp due to an accident, he would have been deceived by Hong Wen's appearance.

If a person can be so moody and invisible, then he must be a person with a deep city.

But Hong Wen did not have a good reputation in the Shaolin Temple.

There is no Hongji outstanding in martial arts, and the authority in the temple is not as great as Hongdu, such a person may be the most dangerous!

Fang Zhongjin suppressed the doubts in his heart and followed Hong Ji and Hong Wen to do morning classes.

Today is peaceful, and the old monk Hong Yong no longer makes it difficult.

But none of the novices in the meditation hall today are as afraid of him as they were yesterday.

In the entire meditation hall, there was always hostility towards Fang Zhongjin, but only Hong Wen was left.

After finishing the morning class and eating breakfast, Fang Zhongjin still went to the self-examination hall to fetch water.

Today it is still 500 barrels of water. Because Fang Zhongjin was too violent, the two disciples on duty were even more polite to him.

Fang Zhongjin watched as the people in the Shaolin Temple who had come into contact with him slowly put their hostility behind him.

If this was a test for Abbot Chenghui, he thought he was doing quite well.

Fang Zhongjin still picked up two flat shoulders and twelve buckets of water and walked down the mountain road, and coincidentally, he met yesterday's old monk Chenghui on the road.

This old monk didn't dabble in martial arts much, and now that he is older, he is even more old.

It is not easy for an old man like him to walk this mountain road empty-handed.

What's more, he was carrying a heavy burden at this time?

It's just two buckets of water, so that Monk Chenghui can't raise his head all the way.

Fang Zhongjin also ran into him a few times on the mountain road yesterday.

Except for the initial photo, the two of them turned a blind eye to it and carried water on their own. Even if you touch each other, you won't stop.

But this time, Chenghui buried his head as usual, and after passing by him, he heard a sound in his ears.

Fang Zhongjin turned his head in surprise and looked over, it turned out that it was the old monk Chenghui who dropped the two buckets of water he was carrying on the ground for some reason.

The water in the bucket soaked the mud-stained stone steps in an instant, and for a time the mud was all over the ground, making it slippery and difficult to walk.

And the moment Fang Zhongjin turned around, he saw Hong Wen standing behind him, his two squinted eyes burst out with angry light, and he looked coldly at the old monk named Chenghui.

The expression flickered, and then changed back to smiling and swallowing.

But just for this moment, Fang Zhongjin knew that his guess was really right.

This flood temperature is not simple!

And the old monk Chenghui looked extremely panicked, trembling to pick up the bucket on the ground.

I don't know if I'm too scared, Chenghui can't stop trembling. The bucket was halfway lifted, and then fell to the ground as if it were weak.

Hong Ji was still kind-hearted, hurriedly turned back, and respectfully helped Chenghui pick up the bucket and hang it on the flat shoulder.

Due to the return of the temple, Hong Ji couldn't do more, so he had to bow to Chenghui and continue to walk down the mountain.

Fang Zhongjin followed Hong Ji and also turned back and went down the mountain.

But the scene just now was too weird, and it couldn't help but make Fang Zhongjin think deeply.

This old monk Chenghui is the group of people with the highest seniority in the temple anyway.

Although he didn't know what vows he had broken and had to suffer in the Shaolin Temple, both Hong Ji and Hong Du had great respect for him.

Only Hong Wen showed a fierce look at this old monk Chenghui, and Chenghui was obviously very afraid of him.

There are a lot of weirdness in this, I don't know if it has anything to do with my own "trial"?

Whether it matters or not, this is not a good time to explore.

Fang Zhongjin pressed the doubts in his heart and continued to pick up water for a whole day.

It wasn't until the night, when he returned to his room alone, that his mind came back to life.

Fang Zhongjin knew that Hong Ji and Hong Wen must be sleeping on both sides of him at this moment.

And the two of them have strong internal strength, and if they want to sneak out, it is not as easy as it was in the lower courtyard back then.

It's just that the opportunity waits for no one, if Fang Zhongjin wants to figure out the suspiciousness of Hong Wen, I'm afraid it's only tonight.

Fang Zhongjin closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly came to his heart.