The trees are shaded and the breeze blows, causing the leaves to rust, giving the already hot weather a hint of coolness.

Lin Feng looked up at the "Thousand-year Treasure Sha" in front of him, and felt that it seemed to be somewhat different from what he imagined.

The wooden door plaque is carved in regular script, with some dilapidated door frames and two very small stone sculptures.

To be honest, except for the door plaque carved in regular script on the door, it is a bit decent, and all other things are not suitable for Bao Temple and ancient temples.

After looking around, Lin Feng did not see any other figures. I thought that there would be no other outsiders in this place except the monks in this temple.

Lin Feng hugged Meow Meow, walked up the stairs, stepped on the cracked moss and stone slabs, and slowly walked towards this ancient temple with a long history.

At first, Lin Feng could still feel the sun exposure, but when he was halfway through, he suddenly felt that it was not so hot. When Lin Feng reached the last step, he could no longer feel the heat.

The comfortable temperature made Lin Feng feel refreshed and made Meow Miao moan comfortably.

Looking at the red and black wooden door in front of him, Lin Feng took a deep breath, stepped forward and grabbed the door knocker, and knocked on the frame.

"Dangdangdangdang~"

Lin Feng knocked three times quickly and vigorously, which was not polite, but also let the host know that there were visitors.

"Squeak~~"

Soon, the wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

A middle-aged man in monk's robe walked out with a broom.

Looking at Lin Feng outside the door, the middle-aged monk was stunned, then smiled and walked forward, and called the Buddha's name, and asked with a smile: "Amitabha, what's the reason for the donor to visit this temple?"

Lin Feng glanced at the other party, quickly folded his hands together and returned the salute respectfully, "Hello, Master, I am here to visit the abbot of the temple, because I want to ask him for some things."

"Oh?, what's the donor asking him to be the abbot?" The middle-aged monk seemed very interested.

After all, they are not very famous temples. They burn incense and worship Buddha, pray for children and promoted their children. No matter how they say they have temples that are more famous than them. Middle-aged monks don’t understand why Lin Feng chose their temples.

"Well..." Lin Feng didn't know how to explain to the middle-aged monk, "Anyway, I'll just ask the abbot to ask the abbot for something."

After Lin Feng said this, he bowed deeply and said, "Human life is at stake, so please be compatible with the master."

"I understand!" the middle-aged monk nodded, "Please wait here, I will go back."

After saying that, the middle-aged monk turned around and left, leaving Lin Feng alone at the door.

The middle-aged monk did not close the door and let Lin Feng stand there.

Through the crack of the door, Lin Feng looked inside. Two rows of sycamore trees standing in the wind. The ancient trail mixed in the middle looked full of charm. It looked like a platform upwards. From above, Lin Feng could vaguely hear the humming sound of practice.

A glimpse of the leopard can be seen. Whether it is the overall decoration of the storefront, the hard work and simplicity of the monks who open the door, or the simple path in front of you, it can fully prove that this is a group of real monks, a group of real monks who can endure hardships, endure loneliness, and endure prosperity.

This kind of monk is much better than the monks who seek fame and fame and fortune in later generations. Lin Feng likes the environment here very much, and he feels very calm here.

The breeze blew across his face from time to time, and the coolness coming from the mountain made people feel comfortable. Just as Lin Feng was about to find a place to rest, he happened to see the middle-aged monk who was going to report the news and was walking slowly with an old monk.

Looking at the careful appearance of the middle-aged monk, he looked at the calm and composed attitude of the old monk. As a preconceived idea, Lin Feng believed that the old monk was the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"I remember that the abbot in the original work should not be so old~" Lin Feng murmured and quickly met.

When he was two meters away from the old monk, Lin Feng had already reached out to say hello, "Hello, Abbot, my name is Lin Feng. Today I came to the temple to disturb you because I had something to ask for, so I would like to forgive me."

Lin Feng said, then stretched out his hands and held the old monk's hands, and held them very skillfully, with the smile on his face very approachable.

The old monk looked tight and wanted to pull out his palm. However, Lin Feng was quite powerful. After trying twice without success, the old monk said gently: "This donor, please ask you."

"Going up the mountain as a guest" Lin Feng thought the abbot was going to invite him up the mountain, so he hurriedly refused: "Thank you for your kindness, I still have something to do, so I won't be bothered. I just need to explain what I want to ask for here."

"No, the donor, the little monk didn't mean that." The old monk's face became more and more anxious, and he hurriedly wanted to explain something.

"Ah?" Lin Feng's brain twitched, and he didn't notice the expressions of the two monks at all. He said to himself: "I don't need to eat or something. Let's talk about the problem first."

"I didn't expect that the abbot was so easy-going. To be honest, I was worried when I came here, for fear that the abbot would be as petty as the rumor, and would easily hold grudges. It seems that I was too worried, and the rumors were indeed unreliable~"

Lin Feng laughed loudly, praising the old monk in front of him as if he was a flower.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, the old monk's face suddenly burst into cold sweat, and he tried his best to break free from Lin Feng's hand. He said to the middle-aged monk next to him in a trembling voice: "Abbot, I,,, I didn't say anything, I'll go sweep the floor first."

After saying that, the old monk picked up the broom beside him and flew away like a flying man. His legs and feet were so tight that he didn't look like an old man in his sixties at all.

"ha???"

Lin Feng stared at the old man's escaped back in surprise, and shouted in his heart. It turned out that he was confused, and he was wondering why the abbot was so old? It turned out that it was not the abbot, but he made a mistake!

Thinking of the previous rumors about the abbot, Lin Feng turned his neck stiffly to the middle-aged monk, and just saw the smiling abbot facing him.

"My Dharma name is Mengyi. I am the abbot of this temple. Hello, donor!" Master Mengyi smiled like a flower, his eyes became a crack, and he said hello happily.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!