The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 172 The Mysterious and Terrifying Old Blind Monk

Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan went out after making some preparations. The two walked on the streets lined with sycamore trees. It was late autumn and the sycamore trees were golden. It seemed refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

This time, Ye Feng no longer needed a wheelchair, and the two of them cuddled together for a stroll, but even if they were the kings of a generation, Ye Feng didn't need any famous brand in his clothes. Like an ordinary couple on the street.

In fact, Hong Qingyan likes this kind of feeling the most. She thinks that she is just an ordinary woman with a gentle temperament, so every time she faces Ye Feng's royal aura, she will undoubtedly feel it. A great pressure.

Only now did she really feel a kind of peaceful happiness.

"Brother Ye, where are we going next?" Hong Qingyan asked softly.

In the evening, the setting sun shrouded, dyeing Jiangcheng and the river golden.

Ye Feng said: "Let's go eat something first. It is said that there will be lights here at night, and you can go boating on the lake here. In addition, there is a Tieshan Temple opposite the lake, which is a historic site. We can visit there."

"Okay, I'll follow Brother Ye's arrangement!" Hong Qingyan smiled softly.

The two found a clean and secluded noodle restaurant on the pedestrian street, tasted the local special rice noodles, and after dinner, they went to the lake to prepare for boating.

But at this moment, Ye Feng frowned slightly, and immediately felt that someone seemed to be following behind him.

Hong Qingyan couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, Brother Ye?"

Ye Feng immediately relaxed his brows, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, let's go swimming in the lake."

In fact, he had already sensed that there was indeed someone following behind him, and if he expected it to be correct, it should be the so-called wealthy families in Jiangcheng.

However, Ye Feng didn't bother to pay attention to them. These giants might be high in the eyes of ordinary people, but to him they were just ants. Ye Feng's real goal was the Jiang Zuo League.

As night fell, it was a good time for couples to go out for a tryst. A black-covered boat quickly rowed over, and after negotiating to add money, the two boarded the boat.

"Guest officer, what kind of tour do you plan to do next, do you go along the lake to enjoy the street lights on both sides of the lake, or go to the Tieshan Temple opposite?" the boatman asked.

"Walk around the lake first, and then go to the other side!" Ye Feng was sitting on the bow of the boat, and Hong Qingyan was snuggling beside him.

"Okay!" The boatman yelled, and the boat rowed out like an arrow. After swimming half a circle around the lake, it began to head for the opposite Tieshan Temple.

Even though it was getting dark, there were still a steady stream of tourists at Tieshan Temple. Of course, most of them came here to offer incense and pray for blessings. It is said that Tieshan Temple has a virtuous and eminent monk sitting in the town, which is very effective. Basically, you get what you ask for.

"Brother Ye, let's go in and pay our respects too?" Hong Qingyan seemed very interested in these things.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and then the two stepped into a seven-storey ancient temple that seemed to have gone through hundreds of years.

Only the bottom floor of the temple is open, and the upper floors are closed. As for the fifth floor and above, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to enter, even the dozen or so monks in the temple are not allowed to set foot inside.

According to what the boatman said just now, this Tieshan Temple has a lot of history. There are countless demons and ghosts suppressed inside, and even a big snake is suppressed underground.

Of course Ye Feng just smiled and ignored this kind of folklore, but when he stepped into the inner courtyard, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly sensed a powerful aura.

This aura is as strong as a bright moon in the sky, very chilling.

Ye Feng's eyes instantly locked onto a monk in gray long cloth who was sweeping the floor at the corner of the inner courtyard, because this majestic and sharp aura came from this monk.

However, what Ye Feng never expected was that this tall and thin monk was blind, and he was just cleaning the courtyard leisurely.

There are endless pilgrims in the inner courtyard, but no one will notice such an ordinary blind monk, but who would have thought that such a blind monk who looks ordinary on the surface is actually a peerless monk? master.

If Ye Feng expected it to be true, the opponent should be a king, and a high-ranking Martial King!
"I really didn't expect that there are such people in places like Jiangdong, it really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Ye Feng sighed in his heart.

In fact, if you observe carefully, you can see that this blind monk is not vulgar. Although the other party is seventy or eighty years old, his body is still quite strong. What's more, he is already blind, but he can clean it up. The inner courtyard is spotless.

Two tall sycamore trees were planted on both sides of the inner courtyard. It was late autumn at this time, and there were many fallen leaves, but there was not even a single fallen leaf in the place that the blind monk had cleaned.

It's just that these blind monks do it every day, and everyone is not surprised. The instinct means that the other party is proficient.

And while Ye Feng was sizing up the opponent, the blind monk seemed to have sensed it, although he was still cleaning, he had already raised his head to look at Ye Feng.

Although the blind monk was already blind, Ye Feng had a feeling that the other party seemed to be able to see him, as if he was scanning him with a burning light.

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze. After all, it would be impolite to look at a person for such a long time. After thinking for a while, he stepped over, clasped his hands together and said, "Master, I'm a little thirsty, can I have some tea?"

In fact, this is a temptation.

The blind monk leaned on the broom in front of his chest, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a little sweeping monk, deaf and blind, the donor is noble, the poor monk can't serve you any good tea, old monk It's better to ask the abbot of Jinshan Temple to come out."

Ye Feng waved his hand slightly and said with a smile: "Master, you are being polite. As the so-called Great Hermit hides in the city, from my point of view, not to mention the Jinshan Temple, maybe even the entire Jiangdong, there is no one who can be compared with the master, right?"

The blind monk was slightly taken aback, and then smiled and said: "Thanks to the benefactor, please come here, but the old monk's eyes are not convenient after all, so I still have to ask the abbot to come over."

After speaking, he turned around and walked inside. Although the old blind monk couldn't see, his steps were very steady, his face was rosy, and his breath was very long.

Hong Qingyan stepped in without knowing it, and asked, "Brother Ye, why do you insist on asking this master to treat you to tea? Is there anything special about him?"

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing: "Actually, there is something special about it. I can assure you that in Jiangdong, only this old master's tea is the best. Let's go in."

As they spoke, the two walked through the side door of the yard, and then entered the meditation room inside.

The three meditation rooms enclose a small courtyard. There is a stone table in the courtyard, and a set of simple tea sets are placed on the table. The courtyard is surrounded by green bamboos, which gives a sense of tranquility.

When Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan stepped into this green bamboo courtyard, besides the blind monk, three people had already appeared in the courtyard. The three monks were wearing gorgeous monk robes and cassocks. The host and steward of the mountain temple.

(End of this chapter)