When the little flower heard the sound, it jumped out of Wan Lin's shoulder. It landed on the tiger on the side, lowered its head and licked it quickly a few times on the wound on the tiger's back. It then let out a low growl.
The tiger heard the command from the little flower, and it let out a low roar in excitement, got up and jumped out on the little flower, completely missing the limping after being injured just now. It then disappeared from the temple with the little flower on its back.
In the darkness behind.
The old monk stopped, looked at the tiger and the little flower who disappeared into the darkness, took a deep breath and sighed: "I have lived for a hundred years in vain. Today I only saw the legendary mountain king. Even the wounds on our tiger's body were healed.
Well. Haha, the Shanwang is indeed well-known!"
He then looked at Wan Lin and laughed: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would still be able to see the children of the Wan family who were not seen by the head and the tail, and to see the profound internal skills and martial ethics of the Wan family, and to see the Wan family's profound internal skills and martial ethics, and to know more about it.
The legendary Little Mountain King! Haha, I haven’t lived for a hundred years in vain! Hahahaha…” He then let out a string of happy and hearty laughter.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao heard the hearty laughter from the old monk, and both looked at the generous old monk in shock. They never expected that this old monk who looked at the same age as Grandpa Wan Lin,
He is actually over a hundred years old!
Feng Dao looked at Wan Lin and whispered: "According to my grandfather, Master Tianchang was once Fang Waizhijie of my grandfather. According to my grandfather's age, the master should indeed be a centenarian."
Master Tianchang smiled when he heard Feng Dao's explanation: "This little donor is right. When I was a clever man, Feng Xiaotian and I were sympathetic to each other. He was five years older than me, what a pity!"
He then looked up at the dark mountains in the distance, with tears in his eyes and said slowly: "I didn't expect that I have lived in seclusion in the mountains for decades, and my old friends in the world have left me one by one, Amitabha!
"As he said that, he closed his hands and walked forward with his feet.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao followed the old monk into a meditation room behind the hall. The old monk walked into the meditation room and lit a torch and inserted it on the wall. The dark meditation room was immediately covered by a red flame.
An ancient coffee table is placed in the middle of the Zen room, with several straw futons placed next to it, and a dark brown purple clay tea set is placed on the coffee table.
The old monk walked to the coffee table, pointed to the futon placed next to the coffee table, and said to Wan Lin and the other two with a smile: "Please sit down, two little donors, there is no people around the temple, so there is no incense money here.
,The conditions are simple, please forgive me for the two donors.”
He sat cross-legged on a futon, picked up a bamboo woven hot pot on the coffee table and filled it with water in the purple clay pot. Wan Lin and Feng Dao quickly put down the weapons in their hands, raised their hands and picked up the teapot and three purple clay cups.
Wan Lin picked up the teapot and poured half a cup into the purple clay cup in front of him. He held the cup in his hands and handed it to the old monk, and said respectfully: "Master Changtian, please use tea."
The old monk took the tea bowl and smiled: "Amitabha, you seem to be a guest, I should pour you tea. Okay, I am not polite to you, drink tea, you can also taste the tea in our deep mountains and forests, according to your city
What people in the village say is that this should be called pure natural, right?”
Wan Lin smiled and picked up the teacup in front of him and said, "You are a martial arts senior, and I should always pour tea for you. You are right. These are all pure natural drinks. My hometown is also in the deep mountains, so I am concerned about these things.
Things in the mountains are very friendly.”
Master Changtian looked at Wan Lin and nodded and said, "When I was young, I admired your Wan family's martial arts. At that time, I had traveled all over the mountains and seas to find your Wan family, but I still couldn't find your Wan family.
I knew the traces at that time that your Wan family must be like our supernatural temple, and they all hide their strength and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests."
He followed Wan Lin and clasped his hands together and said, "Haha, if you follow the martial arts generation, the martial arts generation of your Wan family has been extremely high since ancient times. I should pay homage to you in the name of my juniors."
Wan Lin quickly put down the tea bowl in his hand, stood up and bowed and replied: "You are polite, senior, times have changed, and these etiquettes are no longer paid attention to. The children of the Wan family pay homage to Senior Changtian!" The Feng family also quickly stood up and bowed to salute.
The old monk looked at Wan Lin and the others nodded, and he said with relief: "Since ancient times, the Wan family and Feng family have been the well-known Wan Lin sect. You are worthy of being the children of these two famous sects!"
At this time, the old monk's second disciple and the little disciple walked in with a bunch of things. Wan Lin and Feng Dao quickly stood up and walked over.
The two took the three assault rifles and three pistols from each other and leaned against the wall. Then they took a large package from the little monk and walked to the coffee table. Wan Lin looked at Feng Dao and said, "Old Feng, check carefully.
”
The wind knife opened the package, pushed the bulletproof vest, energy bar and dagger inside to the side, and then picked up a blood-stained USB flash drive from it. He raised the USB flash drive and shouted happily: "Leopard head, found it!"
The two apprentices heard Feng Dao's cry, and the little monk stepped in front of Feng Dao and looked at the USB flash drive in Feng Dao's hand. He looked at the small USB flash drive and shouted in surprise: "Is this USB flash drive? I thought it was
It’s such a big thing in the millstone. My second brother and I took photos in the storage room for a long time.” He said, raised his hands and gestured.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao all laughed when they saw the little monk's surprise look, knowing that they had lived in the deep mountains for a long time and were not clear about these modern things.
The old monk looked at the little disciple liked. He raised his hand and pointed at the two disciples, and smiled at Wan Lin and said, "Two little donors, I will introduce you to you formally. This is my second disciple Jingxin and my little disciple.
Jingheng.”
He followed and looked at the two apprentices and said loudly: "Jingxin, Jingheng, they are the descendants of the Wan family and Feng family that I told you before!"
He then pointed to his little apprentice and said to Feng Dao: "Feng Xiao Donor, Jingheng's hand dart hidden weapon technique comes from the teachings of your Feng family."
Feng Dao said in surprise: "How is it possible? The sword techniques and hidden weapons of our Feng family are never passed down, and even the disciples of other surnames do not accept them. How could you have the hidden weapons of our Feng family?"
At this time, the little monk had already run to Feng Dao to sit down. He picked up the assault rifle beside Feng Dao, stretched out his round head and stroked the gun body enviously, while looking at Feng Dao and said with a smile:
"No wonder you had such a deep skill in hidden weapons just now. It turns out that you are Senior Brother Feng from the Feng family."
He then pointed to Master Tianchang and said, "My master said that the Feng family's hidden weapons are famous in the Chinese martial arts world. In terms of hidden weapons, it is no wonder that you took away my hidden weapons. It's so amazing!"