362: C362 Meat and Wine Passed Through the Intestines

C362 Meat and Wine Passed Through the Intestines

The wind carried a few pieces of maple leaves, and a piece of the maple leaf gently landed on the old monk's head. There was also a piece of the maple leaf that landed on the old monk's shoulder, but after the maple leaf settled down, it did not move, as if it had stopped moving. The corner of the yellow robe slightly rose up with the wind, giving off a sense of immortality.

The old monk's posture made Yan Feng feel that the old monk should be an expert. The reason he was beaten by the four youths was because he didn't want to fight back.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. If we don't beat this old man up, he will come back next time!" The afro-head glared at Yan Feng. The veins on the thick arm that he clenched his fist with were popping out.

"Isn't it just a regular snack? There's no need to be so ruthless, right? " Before Yan Feng fought, he always talked reason with the other party. He would not understand reason and use his fists to talk.

"Isn't it just a snack?!" The afro-head turned around and pointed at a huge black plastic bag. It was filled with chicken wings, beef balls, squid whiskers, leeks and the like.

The big black bag was big enough to hold the adult fat pigs. From this, it could be seen how much food the four youths had brought along. However, there was not much left in the bag.

The afro-head continued, "This old thing came up and took half of our bag of food. We said that he wouldn't give it back to us, but don't you think this is a robbery?"

This … Yan Feng turned around and looked at the old monk. The old monk still had his eyes closed, the two maple leaves on his head and shoulders were still motionless, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

On Luo Ning's side, Nie Zhenwei was talking about the old monk, but Nie Zhenwei called the old monk his abbot.

"Because the Red Mountain scenic area does not allow barbecues, many people will be going to the edge of the cliff to barbecue there. Because that place will not be discovered by the stadium's attendants, and the scenery there …" Nie Zhenwei looked into the distance and saw the endless blue sky outside the glass window. He seemed to see the mountains and red leaves as if they were in a sea of fire.

Nie Zhenwei continued to say, "Few people know that it can be roasted. Because we are afraid that if the news spread, it will be blocked by the people in the scenic area, so people would go there from time to time and meet that abbot. That abbot often steals barbecue there, so he is often beaten up."

As Luo Ning listened, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Isn't Reverend just the abbot of the Buddhist temple? You're even taking the lead to eat meat? "

Nie Zhenwei's eyes were suddenly filled with reverence as he said: "Master Fang said that his mind has already reached the level of the Lord of Ji, allowing him to pierce the intestines and intestines of the Buddha. Even if he eats and drinks the meat, he still has the Buddha in his heart, and under the temptation of the meat and wine, the Buddha's heart is still as clear as ever, a realm higher than abstinence."

Luo Ning was speechless, "Hehe, no wonder all monks nowadays can eat meat and drink wine. So they have all cultivated to such a stage."

As the saying goes, everything was progressing according to the times, or else one would be eliminated. Monks were the same as well. Ancient monks were people who had seen through the mundane world and had come up the mountain.

Most monks nowadays spent money to help manage the temples. Just by shaving their heads and saying that they were monks, their monthly salary was not low, and they also had beautiful food and wine.

This was how monks moved forward with the times. Monks nowadays did not eat as many meals as those women who lost weight.

"What happened to that abbot?" Luo Ning knew that Nie Zhenwei wouldn't talk about a abbot for no reason. The abbot that Nie Zhenwei talked about must be closely related to the Devil's training camp.

Nie Zhenwei was still looking at the blue sky and white clouds. However, at this time, the longing in his eyes had turned into a serious look, "Master Fang, he's the one who brought me to the training camp of the Devils."

"Ah?!" Luo Ning couldn't turn around all of a sudden, and asked in surprise: "Could the Devil's training camp be a Buddhist temple?"

"To be exact." Nie Zhenwei sternly corrected Luo Ning, and said: "The most terrifying Demon Training Camp is actually the Red Mountain!"

At Red Mountain Cliff, Yan Feng had completely convinced the four youths who were being led by the afro-head. Of course, Yan Feng wasn't unharmed, he was also punched a few times, and the corner of his mouth was colored.

Although it was the old monk's fault, Yan Feng couldn't just watch the old monk get beaten to death. He originally wanted to let the old monk get beaten up by the old monk for a round, but the old monk refused to let the old monk go.

According to what the afro-head said, this was the 49th time the old monk had come to rob them. They had also beaten this old monk up a total of 49 times, but this old monk did not change his ways, and he kept making mistakes, which was why the afro-head was so angry this time.

Yan Feng had his hands on his waist, he was panting and covered in sweat. The four young men who were beaten black and blue said that they remembered Yan Feng's look and then angrily packed up their stuff and left.

Yan Feng 1: 4, not as tough as Luo Ning, was beaten to a pulp. He turned around and saw that the old monk was still motionless. The red leaves on his head and shoulders were still there.

Yan Feng also didn't understand, was this really a master of the dao? Or was it just a coincidence?

Yan Feng shook his head. This wasn't the first time he felt bad after doing something good. As Yan Feng was about to leave, the old monk suddenly said, "Sir, if you don't mind, can you send Old Na back?"

"Why?" Yan Feng asked with a frown.

The old monk said lightly, "This old monk has meditated for too long and his legs are sore. He won't be able to walk for too long. Since benefactor wants to go forward, why don't we just send him off."

Yan Feng tilted his head and squinted at the old monk for a while, feeling a bit confused. The old monk had obviously kept his eyes closed, so why did the old monk know where he was going? It seemed that he was indeed a master of concealment.2

Yan Feng hesitated for a moment before he turned around and walked towards the old monk. He thought to himself that asking the old monk about the training camp would be good, but just as he got close to the old monk, he heard the old monk's soft snoring.

Hm? Did he fall asleep? Yan Feng was shocked. This old monk was just talking to him a second ago, and Yan Feng had only walked a few steps over, yet the old monk had already fallen asleep? At this moment, the speed at which he was falling asleep was almost as fast as a human show.

"Hey!" "Hey!" Yan Feng shouted twice, but the old monk didn't move at all. Yan Feng murmured, "It doesn't look like he was pretending to be asleep. He really is a master. He fell asleep right away, and he even fell asleep while sitting down."

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