On the bank of this turbulent river, to bring the voice into Chu Feng's ears, but calmly as if talking to the other side, this is not something that ordinary people can do.

Chu Feng's mind was racing, and when he looked at the man, he saw a person in a yellow robe fluttering, walked towards him, stood up, and said to the man, "I don't know...... I don't know what advice this master has?" The man got closer, and Chu Feng saw that the light above his head was recognizable, and he was a monk.

"Amitabha, old man is abrupt. It's just that this fruit is called 'snakehead fruit', and although it looks delicious, it is inedible. The monk was extremely fast, walked in front of Chu Feng in three or two steps, pointed to the fruit that Chu Feng had just taken out of his arms, and said very seriously.

Chu Feng saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and asked very sincerely, "This...... Inedible means poisonous?"

The old monk nodded very seriously, Chu Feng thought that he had eaten this fruit two hours ago, and hurriedly continued to ask, "What will happen if you eat it?" The old monk heard Chu Feng ask like this, and he already thought that he had eaten it, and sighed: "Fortunately, you met the old man's ......" Before the words fell, Chu Feng's face changed sharply.

"Snakehead fruit" is not a strange poison, but in early spring, this fruit is not yet ripe, eat three or five, and after a while, you will be nauseous and nauseated. In this barren mountains and mountains, this fruit was eaten to satisfy hunger, and it really wants to vomit to the dark, and if you encounter some jackals, tigers and leopards, a life is really not enough to toss.

The old monk easily avoided Chu Feng's "sudden attack", and looked at Chu Feng who was lying on the riverside polluting the water source very calmly, and also developed a little curiosity about this young man who was obviously dressed locally. This snakehead fruit is very common in the Wuliang Mountain area, and when the fruit is ripe and falls after two months, it is not only this strange poison, but also very delicious.

Chu Feng vomited three times in a row before he stopped, and his eyes began to look a little starry as the old monk stretched out his right hand and put the second finger on his wrist. After a while, the old monk nodded at him, signaling that he was fine, and then walked over to the water source, scooped half a bowl of water with the rice bowl, and handed him the remnants of washing the corners of his mouth.

When Chu Feng finished rinsing his mouth, the old monk took out a few leaves from the medicine basket behind him, crushed them and sprinkled them in the bowl, and motioned for him to drink them. Chu Feng drank the little residual water mixed with the leaves, and then he felt that his stomach was a little smoother, he reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and thanked the old monk: "Thank you master, if it weren't for the master's advice, I would eat a few more grains, and now I will give an explanation for this little life." ”

When the old monk saw him and thanked him, he shook his head and said, "Why bother to thank you for your efforts." ”

Chu Feng said: "The master is not concerned, but it is a life-saving grace for me. Kid Chu Feng, haven't you asked the master for the Dharma name yet?"

The old monk pointed to his burnt yellow eyebrows, which marked his surname, and said, "The old man's yellow eyebrows are." "It's a little strange in my heart, these yellow eyebrows with a surname are really unrecognizable by young people in Dali.

"It turned out to be Master Huangmei......" Chu Feng originally read it very casually, but before the words could be spoken, he replaced it with, "Unknown Master Gao Shou?" Now that he knew that the old monk in front of him was Master Huangmei, he naturally remembered the pair of eyebrows that marked his surname, remembered the game between the old monk in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations and the head of the four evildoers in the world, remembered the classic riddle he made in order to compete for the first place to hold the black, and by the way, he also remembered that the Yellow Eyebrow Monk was sixty and nine out of sixty.

Huangmei monk has lived in the "Lianhua Temple" for a long time, Buddhism is the state religion of Dali, and the guests are all Confucian heroes. Even if the lord of Dali is in person, he is also a "virtuous brother". Chu Feng's casual relative is very rare. The Huangmei monk said that he was moved by chance and came to the Wuliang Mountain to collect medicine, but he met this strange young man, let alone this abrupt question.

Hearing Chu Feng's question, the yellow-eyed monk rarely showed a hint of surprise, but he still replied: "The old monk is seventy-seven this year, I don't know why Lord Chu has this question." ”

Sixty-seven, sixty-seven...... It's no wonder that this Northern Shengong is still hidden in the blessed land of Langhuan, and Duan Yu ran away from home later, and I don't know what will happen. Chu Feng smiled maliciously in his heart, and said to the Huangmei monk: "I once heard the old man say that the Huangmei Venerable is over the age of six, and he doesn't want to say that the true Buddha is in front of him today, but he is suspicious, it really shouldn't be." As he spoke, he bowed down.

The yellow-eyed monk knows that he has practiced martial arts for many years, and naturally ages slower than ordinary people, and he is born with yellow eyebrows that are not like ordinary monks, and he turns white as soon as he reaches the age, and he looks like he has just passed the age of heaven. It's just that if Chu Feng sees him, he will kneel down and worship him. But at this time, the old monk revealed his identity, and Chu Feng knelt down again, as if he forced Chu Feng to kowtow to him.

The yellow-eyed monk flicked his right hand, Chu Feng couldn't worship anymore, and said with a smile: "Human nature, there is no need to blame yourself." The yellow-eyebrow monk smiled, and the two scorched yellow eyebrows shook back and forth, removing the solemn color of the Dharma's success a lot, "Don't blame the old man for many things, this barren mountain and wild mountain is rarely visited, what is the important thing for Lord Chu to come here?"

Chu Feng listened to the old monk's question, and he really didn't know how to answer, "he" traveled thousands of miles to Wuliang Mountain, but was forced to fall off the cliff by the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect. This kind of thing is really not enough for outsiders, so I had to smile astringently and said: "I was going to go to the 'good man's crossing' to join my relatives." When I left in the morning, the shopkeeper said that it was not very far away, who knew that it had been gone for most of the time, and it had not yet arrived. He remembered that Duan Yu came out of Langhuan's blessed land, and soon arrived at the "good man's crossing", and replied like this.

The yellow-eyed monk's face became strange, the smile in his eyes became heavier, he patted Chu Feng on the shoulder, pointed behind him and said with a smile: "You are going to the 'Good Man Crossing', this direction...... Went the other way around. The old monk was quite kind, and he didn't dwell on this matter, and continued, "The old monk is about to go to the 'good man's cross' to find a few herbs, why don't you and I go together?"

Chu Feng said: "Being able to walk with the master is a blessing for the disciple's cultivation. He knew that he had walked all the way, and under the eyes of this old monk over the years, he was only afraid that he would show a lot of horses' feet, but it was not easy to refuse. However, he made up his mind to go to Shanrendu, and found a reason to leave, and he was not timid along the way.

The yellow-eyed monk stopped talking, lifted the medicine basket that was placed aside, and had to carry it to his shoulder. Chu Feng took half a step forward, took the medicine basket from the Huangmei monk's hand, and said, "The master collects medicine to save people, let's teach this bit of strength to the young people to do." The Huangmei monk nodded, and was not polite to Chu Feng, and stepped out first.

With the preset destination, Chu Feng's footsteps also began to be brisk, but the old monk beside him was obviously walking easily, but he was always a little faster than him unhurriedly. It's okay like this, Chu Feng is afraid that the old monk will walk on the road, and some of them will ask ordinary and murderous questions such as "where are you from, young man", "why did you come to the good man to join your relatives". ps: The gambling game in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, there are still people who directly "borrowed" ...... in the recent "Fuchun";