The back mountain of Shaolin Temple, inside the abbot's Zen room.

Although Kong Wen was the supreme leader of a sect, his room was extremely simple and simple. Except for a pair of words hanging on the wall, there were only a bed, a table, a chair, and three or five Buddhist scriptures. Chen Fei was very fresh when he arrived, but after a long time, he was a little less interested. He was sitting slanted on the rattan chair, holding a volume of Diamond Sutra in his hand, with his handwriting being elegant and ink marks not dry. It was thought that it was the abbot who copied and recited himself, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the afternoon sun shone diagonally from the open window on his face, as if it was a layer of gold, and his face was lazy, but he looked a bit like a monk. However, the volume of scriptures that had not been turned on for a long time and the slightly ups and downs of the young man seemed to indicate something.

Hu~hu~huhu~hu~

He fell asleep in this meditation room!

The old monk sweeping the floor saw this when he walked into the Zen room. Even though he had been practicing for a hundred years, his heart was as iron as iron, he couldn't help but smile bitterly at this moment. Such a lazy person had a wonderful Zen theory every word and sentence, and he had achieved the wonderful realm of Buddhism, but he was really strange. Could it be that he was really innocent and naturally understood the true meaning of all Buddhist teachings in the world?

He shook his head and did not think of him. Seeing that Chen Fei was sleeping quietly, he also wanted to punish him for his actions in the monk's hall. He immediately walked towards him, his figure seemed a little unstable, just like an ordinary old man staggering, but his speed was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, he arrived behind Chen Fei, and the middle was silent. Looking closely, his feet were not grounded. A thin layer of energy wrapped his feet, as if he was stepping on a layer of air cushion.

The old monk reached behind Chen Fei, without any extra movement. He reached out and lifted Chen Fei's collar. His toes slightly, and the energy under his feet immediately turned into a light breeze and dispersed. The old monk's thin body floated out of the house with this force, and his whole body was light and weak, as if he was a fallen leaf without weight, extremely gentle and graceful. After his body fell outside the Zen room, the old monk's eyes drooped, looking at Chen Fei's still sleeping face, a strange smile appeared on his thin old face, and he said intimately that Amitabha Buddha, his left foot stepped on the ground lightly, but his ordinary movement made a loud noise. The fine cracks on the bluestone ground instantly expanded with it as the center.

The old monk, carrying Chen Fei's figure, also turned into a blurry afterimage under this terrifying reaction force, shot directly into the top of the mountain behind Shaolin Mountain. His body was like a sharp arrow and broke through the air. In an instant, he had climbed more than ten feet high. His robe was rushing under the strong wind. Such a light skill was no longer like a person in the mortal world! His body stretched freely like a loose spring, and his left foot stepped on him, and suddenly a burst of thunder-like explosion sounded in the air. The speed of the sweeping monk who had already slowed up suddenly increased, and he pulled out a series of afterimages, disappearing in the air with screams all the way, leaving a ball of trampled air that was still in place like a white cloud, which had not dissipated for a long time!

Seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin - Eight steps to drive Zen!

Realm: supreme realm.

Every sand and one realm, every dust and one disaster, the void can be crossed, and the golden cicada can be taken eight steps!

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Shaolin Temple, the top of the back mountain.

Chen Fei, with a postmodern style hairstyle, looked at the old monk who was drinking tea in front of him with a painful face. His calves were a little soft-sleeping. He was just sleeping soundly, but he was awakened by a loud thunderous sound. Then it seemed like a strong wind was blowing. He opened his eyes in a daze, but found that everything in his vision was getting smaller quickly. A thin hand held his collar firmly, and his neck was a little uncomfortable. Chen Fei, whose brain was confused, was not aware of his current situation at all. He turned around and glared hard, but saw an old monk showing a strange smile to him, and then......

Chen Fei shivered hard - he was a nightmare!

The rapid flight, 360-degree rotation and Thomas slew, finally had a sharp turn and a sudden stop!

......To be honest, you are actually a plane...

Looking at the old monk sitting cross-legged on the big rock not far away, Chen Fei took a fierce breath, calmed down the fierce heartbeat in his chest, then slowly stepped forward, imitated the monk's hands to fold his eleven, and pretended to be calm, "I have seen the master, but I don't know why senior brought the boy here?" But there was a swell of drumming in his heart - the person in front of him can be said to be an inhuman existence, and he could crush him to death with a finger. If it weren't for him, Chen Fei would definitely not say anything, turn around and run away. If he could run away, then say it, in short, he didn't want to stay here for too long. The feeling of life and death is so frustrating!

Hearing Chen Fei's words, the sweeping monk slowly raised his eyebrows, looking at the young man's nervous face, and he felt a little funny, but his face was still as wavy as a thousand-year-old well. He said lightly: "Donor, don't you just want to have a time with the old monk? At this moment, the old monk was in front of him, but why was hesitant? What about the thoughts in his heart that were confused and obsessed? It's better to say it. The old monk may be able to help the donor." Chen Fei had already guessed that the sweeping monk had several possible reactions, either pretending to be deaf but not hearing, or making a mysterious and mysterious Zen word, but he did not expect that the old monk would say such words. He was stunned in his place, but then he reacted-

Isn't this just you have any trouble? Let me solve it for you? Although I was confused, the situation of fighting spirit in my body could no longer be delayed. Since the battle with Qiao Feng, the ice-blue fighting spirit had spread all over his body, and the fighting spirit that he had cultivated himself had been suppressed. It was just like this. The two were peaceful. But yesterday, Chen Fei actually felt that his fighting spirit began to dissipate. Although the speed was very slow, he never stopped every moment. If this continues, his fighting spirit would return to heaven and earth within three months. At this moment, he didn't care about anything. He immediately bent down and bowed slightly and slowly told his situation to the monk sweeping the floor.

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"So that's it, but the donor really has a connection with my Buddha. Good, so good!" The old monk's words made Chen Fei's hair suddenly rise, and his face said stiffly: "Master is joking." But the monk shook his head and sighed: "There are only a few people who can solve the injuries in the donor's body. But the donor came to Shaolin when the injuries in his body worsened. This is one of them; the donor has Prajna, and the Buddhist principles are born in nature. This is the second; the monk refuted the monks and made their floating hearts dissipate.

Three, from these three things, why doesn’t the donor have a connection with my Buddha? Besides…” Looking at the monk who sweeping the floor with serious expression, Chen Fei’s eyes twitched violently. If he continued to say this, I felt that I should be a monk! The corners of his mouth were twitching hard, and he forced a smile: “So master, you said that there are not many people in the world who can cure this injury. I don’t know what the master wants to deal with it, should I take medicine or use acupuncture?”

"It's very easy to cure!" Before he finished speaking with a calm smile, the figure of the sweeping monk suddenly disappeared from the spot, slapped Chen Fei with a palm. Above his thin five fingers, the heavy breath was flowing, and Chen Fei was still...

A look of confusion!
Chapter completed!