Wan Lin heard the old monk's question, and he quickly replied: "Senior, you are right to what you have gained. Our Wan family's internal strength is indeed known for its purity and has not practiced the mental method of cold martial arts. I benefited from chance. An old senior put the yin and cold true qi that he had practiced throughout his life into his body, so there was also a yin and cold true qi in my body."
"Well? You actually have such an adventure. Then you are a master of Yin and Yang dual cultivation now. It's a joyful congratulation!" The old monk shouted in surprise with wide eyes.
He then looked up at the dark mountains in the distance and sighed: "Chinese martial arts are unfathomable. I think I have been practicing in the deep mountains for decades, but I can live for a hundred years and still be a frog in the well. It's so sad, I’m defeated today!”
He then let go of Wan Lin's arm and took a step back to bow. Wan Lin quickly grabbed the old monk's arm and said hurriedly: "Young senior, you are too polite. You are defeated by the senior!"
At this time, the old monk had already understood that this young man was indeed a rare master. He did not use his full strength just now. If the other party came up and carried this cold true energy into the true energy, he might have been defeated long ago, so he was calm and unhappy. He admitted that he had lost. He followed Zhang Kai to ask about the origin of the senior Han Gong, but saw Feng Dao walking towards this side with an assault rifle.
The old monk looked at Wan Lin and shook his head. He quickly closed his mouth, looked at Feng Dao who was walking towards him and asked, "Little Donor Wan, this donor should be your senior brother, right? I should go to this little guy first. The donor apologized. If it weren't for his mercy, my disciple would have already been scattered."
Wan Lin smiled when he saw the old monk's generous look. He reached out and grabbed the old monk and said, "Old senior, this is just a misunderstanding, you don't have to be polite. His name is Feng Dao, and he is my comrade in the army who shares life and death, and a Feng family. The direct descendant of
When the old monk heard Wan Lin's introduction, his gray eyebrows suddenly raised: "Is this little donor from the Feng family?" Wan Lin's eyes flashed: "Do you know the Feng family too?"
He knew that the Feng family was like their ten thousand families, and martial arts were taught in the family, and very few people inside the sect were involved in the martial arts world, so few people knew about the Feng family's martial arts.
When the old monk heard Wan Lin’s question, he laughed and replied: “Amitabha, my Supernatural Temple has a lot of connection with the Feng family. I really didn’t expect to see it in the wilderness of the Supernatural Temple. After the old friend, I'm happy!" He ran towards the wind knife in ecstasy.
Feng Dao had already run to Wan Lin. He heard the old monk's surprise words, widened his eyes and turned his head to look at the old monk in surprise and shouted: "Are you a supernatural temple here?"
"Yes!" the old monk grabbed Feng Dao's arm and shouted. He then looked at Feng Dao carefully and said, "Look at your age, you should be the most famous successor of the Feng family, the grandson of Feng Xiaotian, the Kuangshou. ?”
Feng Dao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old monk and shouted, "No, no, Feng Xiaotian is my Taizu, I am his great-grandson, are you the Master Changtian of the Supernatural Temple?"
"Hahahaha, that should be what your grandfather told you. My name Changtian has long disappeared from the world. Xiaotian can tell you my name, which means that he has not forgotten this old bald donkey. Your great grandfather is okay?" the old monk replied cheerfully.
Feng Dao heard this and quickly withdrew his hand. He handed the assault rifle to Wan Lin and replied: "Old senior, Feng Xiaotian is my great-grandfather. He passed away when I was very young. I am his great-grandson. You
I heard from my grandfather, and there are also records in the genealogy of our Feng family.”
He followed with his hands clasped his fists and bowed and said, "Taizu left behind the descendants of the Feng family, and ordered the descendants of the Feng family to remember the Supernatural Temple and the Changtian Master, saying that you and the Supernatural Temple have goodwill to our Feng family, once the Supernatural Temple is the first to be a good example.
If you have something to ask for, the Feng family must do their best. Feng Dao, a descendant of the Feng family, pays homage to Senior Changtian." As he said that, he was lying on the ground and was about to kowtow.
The old monk was stunned when he heard Feng Dao's answer. He understood from Feng Dao's words that his old friend's crazy hands had already passed away! His gray eyebrows were trembling violently, and two lines of tears suddenly surged out of his eyes.
He grabbed Feng Dao's arm and lifted it up, murmured in his mouth: "Amitabha, all old friends have left me. It seems that my relationship has come true and will soon be in this world."
His body shook suddenly. Wan Lin and Feng Dao quickly reached out to support the old monk.
The fire in the temple was dim, and the stars had already passed through the treetops, scattered on the broken brick floor of the temple. At this time, the three fainted young monks gradually got up from the ground.
They looked around blankly, then they saw the master shaking, and ran towards their master in panic. The little monk grabbed the master's arm and shouted, "Master, what's wrong with you?" He then looked at him again
Wan Lin shouted angrily: "Did you harm my master again?" As he said that, he quickly touched his waist with his right hand.
At this time, Wan Lin had already grabbed the old monk's left hand and inputted an internal force. The old monk took a deep breath. He shook the Feng Dao's arm and pushed the little disciple in front of him away and shouted: "Get out of the way,"
Don't talk to your benefactor like this!"
He then looked at the two apprentices around him and shouted, "Look up all the torches around me!" The two monks quickly ran to a small house around them. They picked up a few torches and ran toward the wall.
A torch lit up from the wall, and the dim temple was once again shrouded in a red flame.
The old monk raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes. He looked at Wan Lin and the other two wearing camouflage uniforms and helmets on his head. He asked in surprise: "By the way, for a hundred years, this mountain has been apart from us."
The people from the Supernatural Temple have been missing. Why did you suddenly appear here? How could you dress like this?"
Wan Lin let go of the old monk's arm, and he bowed and replied: "Old senior, we are Chinese soldiers. We are now tracking three criminals who have sneaked in from abroad. They not only killed several soldiers, but also stole us.
China's confidential information, and during the escape, killed more than a dozen big wolves."
He then raised his hand and pointed to the dark hall top and said, "We are following the wolf pack led by Xiaohua and Xiaohua, and we have been tracking here day and night. Judging from the current situation, the three bastards should have escaped here and are heading towards the border.
Escape."
He followed and looked at the old monk and said, "Senior, we can't stay here for a long time. We must kill these three bastards! You will come back to see the old master when we finish our mission."