Among the pilgrims who had just died, there were obviously a few arranged characters. Seeing the incident proceeding according to the scheduled track, they began to shout: "Come on, come and see! The monk from Jinguang Temple has killed someone and taken his wife! Everyone run away quickly, the monk is going to kill someone to silence him!" As for the death of the old monk, it is not the scope of their publicity.

The pilgrims slowly became chaotic, and gradually pilgrims came to join this ranks, but not many people left, but the people watching from afar and shouting gradually became huge.

The few little monks who came with the old monk had never seen such a situation. Their faces were pale and they hurriedly rolled around and crawled, crying and calling their parents to the temple to call the abbot.

Chen Feng was standing far away at this time, frowned tightly, unable to think of why things had developed like this. Even if the man had some plans, he would not exchange his life.

At this moment, another sound came from Chen Feng's ear: "Amitabha!" The sound was not high, but it was like thunder in his ears, very clear.

An old monk in gray had already arrived in front of two corpses. He was very old and very small, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be piled up.

Ignoring the shouts of the crowd, the old monk in gray calmly walked to the dead "groom" and looked at the black face of the deceased. He sniffed the smell of black foam spitting out by the deceased, frowned slightly. The old monk in gray came to the side of the dead again, checked with sadness, and then pulled out two hair-like things from the dead monk.

"Hey, evil spirits?!" The old monk in gray had a very hoarse voice, as if he had been torn apart. The voice was not loud, but it was still heard by Chen Feng who had been approaching secretly just now.

The old monk in gray thought for a while and asked his monk to protect the body and report to the official. Just as he was about to leave, he inadvertently looked around the pilgrims around him. When he saw Chen Feng, his eyes lit up and his frown brows stretched out.

He walked to Chen Feng and bowed and said, "Little donor, can you please come to the Zen room and talk?"

The old monk said very politely, and Chen Feng naturally replied, "Master is polite, why dare you be a boy?" After that, he nodded and followed the old monk to the Zen room.

The meditation room of the old monk in gray is very simple, and it is not in the Buddhist temple, but not far from the Sutra Tower, passing through a flowerbed at the Moon Stone Gate.

Compared with the lively and solemn place in front of the Golden Light Temple Hall, this place seems to be another world, very indifferent and isolate all the hustle and bustle.

There were many flowers and plants planted in front of the Zen room. The breeze blew by and a fragrance drifted away. A few unknown birds flew around on the flowers, decorating this very peaceful environment.

When he came to the Zen room with Chen Feng, the old monk in gray did not invite Chen Feng in, but stood in front of the flower and stared at a bud about to bloom for a long time. The old monk in gray was not tall, a little hunched, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but when he stared at the flowers, his dark eyes were as simple and bright as children's eyes.

Chen Feng was very strange at first when he looked at the old monk in gray, but when he touched the old monk's gaze, he couldn't help but feel that every flower, every leaf, and every dust in the flowerbed were integrated with the old monk in gray.

This feeling is very strange. If Chen Feng insists on talking, Chen Feng feels that it is a kind of Zen flavor.

A few butterflies flew over lightly, lingering around the old monk in gray, without any fear, as if they regarded the old monk in gray as part of the entire flower garden.

After a long time, the old monk in gray raised his head, his eyes fell on Chen Feng, and said, "The donor must have had an adventure recently?"

Chen Feng was stunned. He didn't know how the old monk in gray could see it. However, in the eyes of the old monk in gray, Chen Feng felt that he was directly seen in his heart by the other party, so he did not hide it. He nodded directly and asked in confusion: "How did the master see it?"

The old monk in gray smiled and said, "The donor has a lot of secret power, but according to the donor's actions, he is not skilled in controlling these secret powers. However, the secret power on his body is overflowing a lot. This is caused by not practicing for a long time and lack of experience. However, in general sects or families, disciples at the secret disciple stage, especially those who belong to the initial secret disciples, rarely travel outside alone. So I guess the donor has no master yet. Without sects and families, the secret power has grown very quickly, which shows that the donor must have an adventure."

Chen Feng was stunned. He could not have seen so many tricks by relying on his secret power alone. Moreover, Chen Feng had been using the secret technique of breath-catching in the Golden Light Temple to hide his identity, but was seen through by the old monk in gray at first glance. It was obvious that the other party's cultivation was far above him.

Chen Feng asked, "Master, it seems that you are also from the secret world?" At this time, Chen Feng's words were already more polite than before, and he no longer used the secret technique of breath-catching, because there was no need for this.

The old monk in gray sighed, but the answer was a bit incorrect and said: "I am a man from the outside world, but my temple has always been incompetent and has to deal with secrets, so I am willing to ask the donor to come and help relieve my worries."

Chen Feng looked puzzled, but the old monk in gray said, "Please go to the tea room to taste a bowl of inferior tea first, and then let the old monk explain the reason in detail."

The old monk in gray led Chen Feng into the tea room. The tea room was next to the old monk's meditation room, and the settings inside were very simple and neat. Several cushions and several Buddhist scriptures were placed casually inside, and there were no decorations on the walls.

Chen Feng walked for a long time and was a little thirsty. He picked up the tea bowl on the table and wanted to drink it all. However, he heard the old monk in gray say, "Drinking tea is very particular. Whether it is cooking or brewing, it must be perfect. The donor may as well taste it carefully, as it may have something else."

Chen Feng was slightly stunned and smiled embarrassedly. Chen Feng's grandfather used to love drinking tea, but because he was a fisherman, he couldn't afford the tea outside, and he drank bitter tea picked by the river. It was called bitter tea, but it was just for the sake of good sound. In fact, this tea was just some not too bitter leaves.

Seeing Chen Feng's embarrassing expression, the old monk in gray said: "In addition to reciting Buddhist scriptures, I am just fond of tea. I am called 'tea illegitimate'. The Buddha's name is also related to tea, called Mingyuan. The donor was thirsty all the way, so he just worshiped herbal tea and didn't have time to cook it again. Please forgive me for the impolite place. However, the tea from the Northern Han Dynasty is different from the tea in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and even more different from the local tea on the Red Maple Island." After saying that, Mingyuan looked at the south with a sense of yearning on his face.
Chapter completed!