The fifth thousand seven hundred and thirty-seventh chapters of the meditation room
Master Changtian waved his hand and said: "Donor Wan, you are too polite. Your Wan family's martial arts are superb, but I dare not compare my meager skills with your Wan family's. I can't bear the word 'asking for advice'"
." He then looked at the little monk excitedly and said: "You brat, hurry up to the Zen room and make tea, and you can sleep with me tonight."
"Yes, yes. Hehe, I...I slept with Master again...sleeping together." After hearing the Master's instructions, the little monk quickly called Huzi and ran towards the meditation room together.
Master Wan Lin and Master Changtian laughed when they saw the boy's excitement. The old Master immediately took Wan Lin's arm and they walked behind the young monk together.
Master Changtian and Wan Lin walked into the Zen room. The young monk had already lit the oil lamp and brewed a pot of hot tea. He greeted the master and Wan Lin to sit on the futon, and excitedly poured hot tea into the tea bowls in front of them.
Tea.
The boy then sat next to the master, tilting his head and stroking Hu Zi who was lying next to him. His eyes kept looking at the master and Wan Lin, looking very nervous.
Wan Lin smiled when he saw the boy's nervous look, knowing that he was afraid that he would complain to his master again. He picked up the tea bowl on the coffee table, lowered his head and smelled the steaming aroma and said, "It smells so good!"
Master Changtian said with a smile: "Yes, although we are in a remote area, there is a centuries-old tea tree growing in this mountain. This is the fragrant tea that Jingxin and the others collect from this tree every year.
It is a major specialty of our Lingyi Temple, but the annual output is very small."
Wan Lin took a sip of fragrant tea and continued: "Last time we came here, you always treated us with this kind of fragrant tea. I was very impressed."
"Haha, you are our distinguished guests, so of course we must treat you with the best fragrant tea. That's right, last time you came here, we drank this kind of fragrant tea." The old mage said and also picked up the tea bowl.
Take a sip.
The old monk put down his tea bowl and continued: "This kind of tea has a fragrant, high and long-lasting aroma. It not only has the common effects of refreshing the mind, relieving fatigue, promoting fluid production and diuresis, but also has the miraculous effect of curing diseases and anti-aging."
When Master Changtian said this, he looked up at Wan Lin and asked, "Is Wan Lao's benefactor in good health?" Wan Lin quickly replied: "My grandpa is in good health. Thank you, senior, for your concern."
"Great! Wanlao Donor is in good health, which is a blessing for our Chinese martial arts community. By the way, you can bring some fragrant tea back for me. When you go back to visit Wanlao Donor, let him have a taste of my supernatural powers.
This is a specialty of the temple." The old man said happily.
He then looked at Wan Lin and said with emotion: "Since ancient times, your Wan family has been a dragon that never sees its end. I never expected that I would meet the descendants of your Wan family twice in my lifetime.
, This is my blessing. Alas, it is a pity that I am old, otherwise I would have to visit Wan Lao, the benefactor." Master Changtian sighed and said.
Wan Lin saw the old master's sighing look, and he quickly said: "Old senior is too polite. I will definitely bring the old senior's greetings when I go back. If there is a chance in the future, I will bring grandpa over to see you."
When Master Changtian heard Wan Lin's answer, a bright light appeared in his eyes and said: "That's great! I just don't know if Changtian can wait until that day! By the way, when will you go back?"
Wan Lin was about to answer when he heard the little monk murmuring from the side: "Sister...Sister, I...I can't hold on. My master said...I'm...growing up. I need...to...
Eat more, this soybean paste pork elbow is so... so delicious."
Wan Lin and Master Changtian turned around and saw that the little monk was lying on Huzi. The man and the tiger were already fast asleep. The little monk was squirming his mouth, closing his eyes and making sleepy sounds. He was obviously dreaming.
I am eating a big elbow.
Wan Lin and Master Changtian both laughed when they saw this boy. Wan Lin quickly stood up and walked aside. He took off an old master's monk's robe from the wall and walked to the young monk. He bent down and gently covered it with the monk's robe.
On the little monk.
Master Changtian watched Wan Lin's movements quietly and nodded silently. There was a look of relief in his deep eyes. With these Wan family disciples taking care of him, his little apprentice would not be wronged.
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Wan Lin walked to the coffee table and sat down and sighed: "During this period, Jingheng has been following us in the mountains to carry out such arduous operations. He is too tired."
He then looked at Master Changtian and replied: "We happened to be on a mission in this mountain, and Jing Heng has been missing you, so after the mission is over, we will bring him over quickly to see you and the two senior brothers.
"
When Wan Lin said this, he glanced at the little monk lying on the tiger sleeping soundly, and continued: "Old senior, you have also seen that several of our team members were injured in this battle, and they need follow-up treatment.
, but they don’t want to go into the hospital.”
He picked up the tea bowl in front of him and took a sip, and said with some hesitation: "So, I want to take them back to my grandfather's place. You know, my grandfather has some research on the treatment of trauma, and Master Tianjue is also in my grandfather's house.
The masters there are also very knowledgeable in healing wounds, and by going to them, several wounded people can recover as quickly as possible."
"Then you are leaving here with Jing Heng tomorrow?" Master Changtian asked with his eyes widened. When Wan Lin saw the expression on the old master's face, he immediately understood that he was reluctant to leave Jing Heng, a young disciple who had just returned.
He quickly said: "I want to leave tomorrow. However, if you are reluctant to leave Jingheng, I can let him stay with you for a few more days and let him spend more time with you and your two senior brothers."
Wan Lin said, suddenly frowning and thinking for a moment. He looked at the old mage and said with some embarrassment: "It's just that there are no roads around our Lingyi Temple, and the surrounding mountains are high and steep. It will take at least a month to get out. But the leader of the army
We are only given a month to rest and recuperate, and I need to ask the commander of the army for instructions."
With that said, he took out the satellite phone from his pocket and was about to call Li Dongsheng. Master Changtian saw Wan Lin's embarrassment, he quickly reached out and grabbed Wan Lin's hand, shook his head and said: "Little donor Wan,
There is no need to ask for instructions. I understand your thoughts, and I am extremely grateful to you for bringing Jingheng back this time."
As the old monk spoke, he glanced affectionately at the sleeping Jingheng, and then said to Wan Lin: "Jingheng has grown up. He can't always stay by my side. He finally walked out of the mountains with you. How can I do it because of my children?"
I will keep him here out of love. You can leave tomorrow, and soldiers must obey orders. Let him come back if there is a chance in the future."