Sister, you miss me

After this battle, Yang Feng's position in the Xuankong Temple became aloof, faintly surpassing Mingguang, the disciple of the predestined mantle and bowl, and it can be said that one person is less than 10,000.

The monks who besieged Yang Feng also broke out in a cold sweat. For whatever reason, Yang Feng didn't do all they could to retreat. Otherwise, it would be light to break an arm or a leg.

Everyone tweeted around Yang Feng, using martial arts questions as an excuse to pull in the relationship.

Yang Feng did not hesitate to enlighten him, and he would answer every question, of course, if he could answer it.

There were many problems, Yang Feng said in a few words, and was stunned by the convenience.

Ever since, I once again admired Yang Feng's insights.

What is particularly rare is generosity. Yang Feng has no ill feeling towards Mingguang, and he is completely unaffected by Mingguang's father, and he personally treated that little novice monk.

In this way, Yang Feng was greatly respected, and even Junko Liu Sheng followed and received great courtesy.

With such a miraculous elixir as Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, Red Sun was punished by only suffering the pain of breaking his limbs once. With the plaster, he could move freely after three months.

Therefore, Mingguang is not worried.

One day after the incident, Sang Mahjong Yang Feng and Ming Guang called to the front and said: "The old lamp is dry and the gods are lacking skills. For the sake of fairness, teach the two secret techniques for your teacher at the same time. Good luck."

"Teacher," Mingguang's eyes were red, "the disciple is dull, and I still need you to teach you day and night!"

"The laws of nature must not be violated. I am already 135 years old as a teacher."

"However, the disciple has never felt that there is any unfairness. Although you teach Yang Shizhu alone, the disciple will never complain. In this way, the teacher may be able to spend a little less effort."

"No need to say more, listen to the teacher." Sang Ma immediately sat up straight, his aura continued to rise, and his dim eyes became like electricity. "Xiao Feng, I teach you the secret technique. You must promise me one. thing."

"Master, please speak."

"It takes about three years for the secret technique to be successful. I want you to stay in my temple for three years."

"Follow the orders of your teacher." Yang Feng said without hesitation. In this situation, he still doesn't want to see his relatives and friends.

Sangma nodded slightly, then turned to look at Mingguang: "Mingguang, after dying as a teacher, give my Gabala to Xiaofeng."

Mingguang's complexion changed, and Sang Ma's voice came up again: "Xiao Feng, you must keep it safe."

Yang Feng looked suspicious, still nodded.

After the explanation, Sang Ma began to teach.

A palm is pressed on top of a person's head, and a word is spoken in the mouth.

This is the method of tantric teaching-oral teaching.

At the same time, Yang Feng and Ming Guang felt a breath of awe-inspiring air from the top of the heart, and went straight to the dantian, and then took the two people's thoughts and walked out a special path unheard of in the eight meridians.

The internal power taught by Sang Ma is called "Marrow Washing Sutra" and the external power is "Cracking Ice Palm".

Such a method of spreading Gong is more than twice the result with half the effort, it is a thousand miles in a day.

However, Yang Feng was wrong. Sang Ma said that the transmission of power is divided into three stages and it takes three days to complete.

On the first day of passing the practice, Sang Ma said that he would take a break and drove away the two young men.

Yang Feng walked behind, and he checked Sang Ma's body again. Indeed, all his organs were exhausted. He tried to give the old monk some internal force, and he still felt like a mud cow entered the sea.

Sang Ma understood his intentions and shook his head and said, "It's useless, don't waste your effort."

Yang Feng died and walked out of the hall.

In the end, the old monk died of his life, and he cultivated a righteous fruit. Yang Feng didn't feel so sad.

In the past few days, Yang Feng has walked out of the hall for the first time.

At this time, the sun was setting, a ray of golden sunlight penetrated the gap, and the entire Xuankong Temple was golden.

"Sir." Junko Liu Sheng, still wearing a pale pink bathrobe, walked in small steps with joy, and naturally took Yang Feng's right arm.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the beautiful and beautiful woman beside him, and said softly: "Chunzi, why are you..."

"Because Mr. is worth it." Junko Liu interrupted Yang Feng and confessed directly and simply.

Yang Feng smiled slightly and said, "What if I stay as a monk?"

"The monks here can marry wives and have children. How many young monks do you want me to give you?"

Yang Feng couldn't laugh or cry, and was really defeated by this bold and hot girl.

"Why isn't this place cold?" Yang Feng changed the subject. Of course, it was something he had been wondering. Sang Ma said that the altitude here is higher than Rongbuk Temple. Then, even if it is surrounded by mountains, there is only a blue sky and the temperature is It shouldn't be higher than Rongbuk Monastery, what's more, she is hidden in the belly of the iceberg.

"Master Sangma and Master Mingguang have both told me that the temple was built on a volcanic crater, and hot springs continued to emerge from the extinct volcano all year round."

Yang Feng suddenly realized: "That's it." Then he cast his gaze on the square.

On the square outside the main hall, the monks were all practicing their kung fu, each with strange shapes. Some stood upside down with their heads supported, some stood upside down with two-finger Zen, some were rolled up in the front, and some were rolled up in reverse, just like cheese rolls.

In short, everyone seemed to be boneless, Yang Feng understood that they were practicing yoga.

Seeing Yang Feng, the practitioners stopped and flocked to each other again.

"Donor Yang, how about Master?"

"Sponsor Yang, I have some spiritual problems and want to ask."

"Donor Yang, when will you leave, we cannot bear you."

"Donor Yang..."

A group of monks babbled, Yang Feng smiled and pressed his hands down, "In this way, I will answer everyone's questions in one go. Master is fine for the time being." As he said, his expression became heavy, "But he is too old and his body is fully functional. Degenerate, if you say go, you will go anytime."

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Yang Feng, and Yang Feng sighed softly: "Master looks very open. This is a natural law and cannot be changed."

"I will leave, but not now. Master asked me to stay for three years, and I will also ask the seniors for yoga."

"As for the question of practice, you are welcome to discuss with each other."

Everyone was satisfied with this answer. A group of monks went to practice and Mingguang came over.

"Brother."

Yang Feng smiled: "According to the order of entry, I should call you senior brother."

"Don't dare!" Mingguang shook his head and shook his head, "there is no prioritized study, and the master is first. In fact, you can be Mingguang's master."

"Well, whatever you want." Yang Feng was defeated by him.

"Sister-in-law." Mingguang bowed to Junko Liu Sheng.

Junko Yanagi immediately smiled like a flower.

Mingguang blushed and hurriedly shifted his gaze.

Mingguang is less than twenty years old, and I was afraid that he had never been out of the mountains since he was a child. He has never seen a girl with bright eyes such as Junko Liu Sheng. No matter what, she is a rare goddess in neon forty thousand years.

Therefore, it is normal for Mingguang to have such a reaction.

Mingguang quickly changed the subject: "Brother, do you know what Gabala is?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "Master said, let you give me his Gabala and ask me to keep it. I think it should be an extremely precious thing from Master."

Mingguang nodded: "It's really precious."

Yang Feng came interested: "What the hell is it?"

"Only the skull of an eminent monk can be called Gabala."

"Oh...ah!" Yang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he couldn't help but feel a chill, "Skull?"

"Yes, the teacher's skull, you can use it to serve food, you can avoid all evil." After a pause, Mingguang sighed, "The teacher is so kind to you."

Yang Feng sweated violently and used his skull as a bowl to serve rice. This was really not an ordinary heavy taste, I was afraid he could not make it out.

However, Mingguang was full of regret and yearning. He wanted to come here very much, so he would not transfer it to him in time.

Mingguang seemed to be a mind-reader. He saw through Yang Feng's mind. He shook his head: "Although I want it very much, since it is something my teacher left for you, I would never dare to ask for it."

The meals in Xuankong Temple are quite rich, almost all meat, with Tibetan antelope lamb and yak meat being the most common.

The monks ate meat and drank from large bowls, and they were so happy.

After the meal, Yang Feng returned to the room. This room was adjacent to Sangma and was also one of the three single rooms in the entire temple. This shows that Yang Feng's treatment is high.

After washing, I was meditating next to the bed, recalling the route taught by Sang Ma, the door opened with a squeak, and a pretty figure walked in, two lights reflected in the shining bright eyes.

It's not Junko Yanagi, who else can.

"Why are you here?" Yang Feng smiled bitterly.

"Where can I go if I don't come here? You can't let me squeeze the shop with a bunch of disciples!" Junko Yanagi said slowly, and sat down next to Yang Feng, leaning generously on his shoulder, "I I want to be with you."

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the ground."

"How can that be."

"It's okay. I suddenly found that I can gradually stop eating fireworks. Meditating is often better than sleeping."

"Wherever you meditate, I will sleep." Junko Yanu said firmly, with no room for negotiation.

"So stubborn, like a donkey, be careful of my ass."

"Do you dare?" Liu Shengchunzi took Yang Feng's left hand and pressed it on the bulge behind her, her face flushed first.

The delicate and soft touch came from the fingertips, and Yang Feng couldn't help but shake his heart.

Junko Liu Sheng looked in his eyes, happy in his heart, and fit into Yang Feng's arms.

With warm fragrant nephrite and fiery trembling, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, abandoning distracting thoughts, and performed his exercises silently until he heard Sang Ma's call.

"Xiao Feng, come here."

Yang Feng escaped from the embarrassment and came to Sang Ma.

Sang Ma said: "Xiaofeng, since you call me Master, you have to know the origin of Xuankong Temple. Xuankong Temple is actually a branch of Rongbuk Temple. Our destiny is to guard the King of Heaven."

"Tiansha Mingwang?" Yang Feng had never heard of it.

"That's right, Tianshaming King is the Heavenly King of the Western Regions, and is the mansion dedicated to all the people of the Western Regions. And his idol is under my bed, in the crater."

Yang Feng nodded slightly.

Sang Ma said: "Over the past few decades, three groups of foreign explorers have discovered the golden statue of the King of the Ming, and they have developed a covetous heart, but we have solved them. Of course, their weapons are becoming more advanced, but the Hanging Temple is declining. So, if something is impossible, give it to the country!"

"Master..."

"I'm tired, go ahead."

"Yes."

Back in the room, even though Yang Feng meditated, he couldn't get into concentration for a long time.

Until Junko Liu Sheng lay on his thigh docilely and breathed evenly, Yang Feng couldn't help touching her silky satin hair, and his mood gradually returned to calm.