361: C361 It's None of My Business

C361 It's None of My Business

However, in the Red Mountain, other than the beautiful scenery of the morning, he didn't see any training camp, so he called Luo Ning to ask.

However, Luo Ning didn't know where the training camp was exactly because it wasn't marked on the satellite map. Luo Ning thought it was strange, logically speaking, it was impossible for such a terrifying training camp not to be on the map.

Luo Ning went to ask Nie Zhenwei, because Nie Zhenwei came from the training camp of the Devils.

After hearing Luo Ning's question, Nie Zhenwei's expression suddenly became meaningful. He said, "The Devil's training camp is only an alias given by us people who came out from there. Actually, it's not hard to find the tower.

Luo Ning only vaguely understood what he meant. In other words, the Devil's training camp isn't called the Devil's training camp, but what's the meaning of having it look for you? Could it be that the training camp of the Devils will run away?

Nie Zhenwei continued: "If you enter the Red Mountain, you will soon see a fork in the road. One is the steps for traveling merchants, and the other is the way to the Demon Training Camp."

Nie Zhenwei and Yan Feng were inexplicably in sync. Just as Nie Zhenwei finished speaking, a fork in the road appeared in front of Yan Feng.

"The Devil's training camp is definitely not in the scenery, right?" Yan Feng took out his phone and opened the navigation map. Going up all had to be scenic spots, but there was no sign on the map wherever the other path led to. Yan Feng decided to take the road that the map didn't show because that looked like the way to the training camp.

"However, don't tell him about this matter. Whether or not we can find the training camp for the Devils is determined by fate. If we tell him, then there will be no meaning."

Nie Zhenwei's words were getting more and more mysterious, why did Luo Ning feel that Nie Zhenwei was a Taoist master.

Yan Feng's call ended because he had reached a place where there was no signal at all.

At a place that couldn't even be seen on the satellite map, Luo Ning became very interested in that Demon Training Camp. He then asked, "Then how did it find Yan Feng?"

Nie Zhenwei said, "As he walks, he might see a group of people beating up an old abbot because that old abbot doesn't get beaten up there every day."

The stone steps were uneven, far inferior to those in the tourist attractions. Yan Feng had to be careful, otherwise he might fall down. Yan Feng looked behind him. If he fell down, even the gods would not be able to save him.

"Aiya! "Aiya!"

Yan Feng suddenly stopped because he heard a scream.

"Every day, they would pounce on porcelain here! Everyday, they would be clashing with porcelain here! Are you annoyed or not! Don't think that just because you're old we won't dare to touch you! "

"I'm afraid this old thing isn't being too teasing!" Seeing that we dared to provoke us, how many times has it been?! "

Yan Feng walked up with his back hunched over. There was a cliff on top, and on the edge of the cliff, four young men were fighting and kicking around a man wearing yellow clothes.

There was a barbecue set up beside the young man, and smoke was coming out from the charcoal on the barbecue rack. It looked like they had come here to roast, but why were they fighting?

Yan Feng heard the sound. The person who was hit should be old, and judging from his clothes, it was very likely to be a monk abbot.

Yan Feng had always been a person who didn't care about his own business. If he could be a busybody, then he should mind his own business. After all, meddling in other people's business often led to his own downfall.

"Aiya! "Oh!...!"

Yan Feng wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything and keep walking forward, but his hands remained motionless because the old man was too tragic. Yan Feng wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything and kept walking forward, but his hands remained motionless because the old man was too tragic.

Yan Feng was afraid that if they continued to fight like this, the old man would burp. As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than building a seven-layered pagoda. No matter how good Yan Feng's life was, he couldn't just watch an old man get beaten to death.

"Stop!"

Yan Feng shouted. The four youths stopped their violent punching and kicking and looked at Yan Feng.

One of them was a young man with a chocolate coloured afro. His skin was dark, with silver earrings from a skull. He wore a short-sleeved jacket, and he looked like a gangster from overseas. However, his face was that of a Chinese.

The afro-head youth stared at Yan Feng with his dark black eyes and was filled with a terrifying murderous aura. Normal people shouldn't have such an aura, so Yan Feng became vigilant.

Yan Feng thought he was dead, but the old monk suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Feng with an indifferent expression. The old monk's face was covered with yellow sand, making him look very pitiful.

The afro-head asked coldly, "What are you trying to do?"2

Seeing that the old monk was still alive, Yan Feng heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he calmly said, "I can't stand watching you bully an old monk like this."

Yan Feng had interacted with many bullies before. Those bullies were all older than these few youths, and their auras were more aggressive, because those bullies truly wandered the society. As for these bullies, they seemed more like rebellious youths who wanted to imitate them, so Yan Feng was not afraid of these four youths.

The afro-head looked down at the old monk and said coldly, "This old fogey is always trying to steal food from us. Moreover, he is just a monk trying to take advantage of our seniority. We are only going to teach him a lesson!"

"Amitabha." The old monk suddenly sat up and closed his eyes like he was meditating. He said in a low voice, "As the saying goes, meat and wine have pierced the intestines and left traces in Buddha's heart. This is our sect's great realm. My benefactors have misunderstood me."

"F * ck!" The afro-head scolded, "Misunderstanding you! We only brought so many things, yet you took more than half of them? Then what are we going to eat?! Do we have to give it to you? It wasn't the first time! Every time we come here, you appear, and you still say that you didn't do it on purpose? "

The old monk held his breath, he could not even see the rise and fall of his chest, it was as if he was not breathing, then he said: "Amitabha, this old monk comes here every day to take a walk, and you guys meet me, that is inevitable, why do you say that?"

The afro-head was at a loss for words. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then why did you steal our food?"

"Amitabha." The old monk seemed to need to add the words "Amitabha" in front of every sentence, "Where did this old monk find such delicious meat deep in the mountains and forests, so I couldn't hold it in. I just ate a little too much, please forgive me."

"Damn!" You're still talking nonsense! It seemed like the fight wasn't enough! How many times have you come here? As he spoke, the afro-head was about to attack again. It looked like he had a reason to do so, but he had to use his fists to justify his actions.

Yan Feng stepped forward and stood in front of the old monk. The old monk still had his eyes closed tightly and didn't panic at all.

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