In Bailong Temple, the Zen Temple is the deepest.

There is a quiet courtyard without plaques or connections. There are flowers and plants planted in the courtyard and a few chickens. An old man is sitting inside basking in the sun.

The old man had aged spots on his face, his hair had fallen out, and he was wearing a monk's robe. His chair had no backrest, but he carried a wooden board on his back and tied it to himself.

Yuan Xinghan followed Qin Kun. It was the first time he had seen such an old man who could sit so straight, but the old man was old after all, with his mouth slightly open and his saliva flowing down from time to time. He had a cloth tied around his neck, and it was wet.

The first impression the old man gave Yuan Xinghan was that he seemed to be a soldier, like a retired cadre, who was old. His eyes just stopped on Yuan Xinghan for a moment before looking at Qin Kun.

The tiger-like eyes gradually turned red when they saw Qin Kun.

“Kun…”

The old man was a little struggling to speak, and the old monk who led the way sighed: "The old man had a stroke ten years ago. Usually, Junior Brother Jing would come to accompany him. I am half of the old man's disciple and I have been waiting by my side."

"After the stroke, he stopped talking and his body was still strong. He kept saying that he wanted to see you, but Junior Brother Jing couldn't say the time."

After the old monk said this, he frowned with compassion and stood aside with his hands up.

Qin Kun walked forward, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair in front of the old man.

"Uncle Ge, it's been a long time since I saw you, why are you still carrying your coffin board?"

After Qin Kun said that, he flew out like a cannonball.

"Old monk, I fuck your whole family, is this called a stroke?!"

Qin Kun was kicked into the chicken coop and rubbed his chest. A dying voice came from the chicken coop.

Yuan Xinghan was stunned!

When he learned the body structure, he asked the teacher that a person's physical strength can be summarized as ten or one. Generally, a 5-pound iron rod is required to wield a 5-pound iron rod, not to mention that Qin Kun's weight of more than 100 pounds was kicked away by this method!

This is a fucking kick, you have to have a thousand pounds of strength, right?

The old monk looked at Qin Kun's miserable appearance in the chicken coop and turned his head involuntarily.

Yuan Xinghan looked at the old man in horror and found that the old man had stood up.

He pulled the knot with one hand, and the wooden board behind him turned out to be a plaque. He leaned it in his hand and inserted it to the ground.

There are four large characters with iron-painted silver hooks written on it - "Dawei Tianlong".

"Qin Kun! You're looking for death!"

A thick and furious voice came from the old man's chest, and Yuan Xinghan felt deafening, his legs became weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

It's so scary. Who is this old man? When facing him, I felt like I saw a tiger and couldn't bear his pressure!

Qin Kun stood up with grin, rubbed his chest, and looked at the old man resentful: "Mr. Ge, you an old man with more qi and blood than me pretended to have a stroke. I believe your evil!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he found that the old man in front of him was dissipated and sat down dumbly again, his mouth trembling and saliva kept flowing out.

"Mr. Ge, don't scare me!"

Qin Kun was stunned and hurried forward.

30 years ago, Ge Zhan helped Qin Kun block a bullet. That time, Qin Kun used the Blood Emperor Pill to save Ge Zhan, but Qin Kun knew in his heart that he owed Ge Zhan a life. Although this old man had a bad temper, he respected him from the bottom of his heart.

When you are in danger, you should sacrifice yourself as others and you should have the word "predecessor".

The old monk sighed and pronounced the Buddha's chant: "Old gentleman will become more normal only when he sees people fighting and gets angry. Don't be angry with him."

Qin Kun walked forward silently, took out a tissue and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Ge Zhan.

This old man is Ge Zhan.

The former leader of Douzong was the leader of the previous generation to accompany Tiangou. Unfortunately, he was old and from an energetic old man, he had already stepped into the coffin with half his foot.

Qin Kun sighed a little, as if the last time he saw him was yesterday.

Seeing Ge Zhan unable to speak, his fingers kept holding his waist and looking at Qin Kun expectantly. After a while, Qin Kun looked at the old monk: "What do you mean?"

"He asked you to tie the plaque to him. This plaque was his life, saying that he would be buried with him after his death."

On the ground, there was a plaque that was still in motion. Yuan Xinghan wanted to come up to help, but Qin Kun said, "If you can't move, go get the rope."

Well?

Yuan Xinghan tried it. The wood was too heavy. Who would have thought that an old man in the evening would actually carry this thing on his body one day!

"Is this Iron Tan?"

Qin Kun looked at the old monk in confusion, and the old monk nodded.

"Who gave it?"

"Yang Shen."

Qin Kun stroked the plaque, and the four words "Dawei Tianlong" seemed to be announcing something to the world. It was an identity, an honor, and it seemed to be a responsibility.

Qin Kun tied a plaque for Ge Zhan, and Ge Zhan finally stopped whining and looked at Qin Kun directly, touching Qin Kun's head.

"Kun... is much more powerful..."

It took a long time to say something, and Qin Kun pointed to the footprints in his chest: "Don't tease me, you're almost kicked to death..."

"Should……"

When Ge Zhan spoke, Qin Kun was sprayed with saliva on his body and wiped it with no mind. He lit a cigarette, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a long time, Qin Kun took the lead in speaking and broke the silence.

"Uncle Ge, why have you gone north? Douzong accepted a group of disciples and grandchildren, so why don't you enjoy the peace and happiness?"

"The temple... needs to be suppressed..." Ge Zhan glanced at the old monk, "He... must not die a good death."

Qin Kun was speechless. When people were old, why would anyone scold him? The old monk had been taking care of you for so many years, so why wouldn't he die so badly?

"Kun...I'm here, no one dares to touch you..."

Qin Kun said: "Yes, Mr. Ge is here, who can bully us? How many years have you been in friendship?"

The bell continued to ring again, deafening.

Ge Zhan's old eyes became turbid, and he suddenly glared at the old monk: "Stop it... Who dares to do it today... I... die... him!"

Ge Zhan was bullied in his chest and spoke more fluently.

The old monk smiled slightly: "Old sir, don't worry, you know that ringing the bell is not my responsibility."

Qin Kun frowned slightly, feeling that their conversation was a bit strange, but he didn't know what was strange.

Take action?

To whom? Me?

Why?

Also, why?

Ge Zhan just said that the temple was strange. Qin Kun felt that this sentence should not be that Ge Zhan was confused or aimless.

Because this temple is really weird.

"Master, haven't asked for a name yet?"

"I don't want to be ruthless."

"Don't be warned? Since you don't be warned, why did you get into the monk?"

"It's just because of the evil."

The old monk was as kind as ever. Qin Kun didn't understand what he said about the evil, and the Zen strategy was too deep, so he couldn't understand it.

"Dare you ask when will the bell stop?"

The bells are getting more and more frequent, without the solemnity of the Buddha bell, but rather like a death knell, with urgent mourning.

"When people die." The old monk no longer had kind eyes.

"Who died?"

"you."

Behind Qin Kun, three young people appeared.

Qin Kun suddenly laughed: "Me?"

"By you?"

The three people looked more like three ghosts, one with a bun, one with a straw hat and a straw raincoat, and the other with a burly figure and long hair. Their faces, without exception, were all blue, and were covered with thick pink and were blushed.
Chapter completed!