Chapter 15 Mysterious Monk!

Zhang Bowen, who had almost the same meal, made a statistics. Most people chose to stay for one night. Some people who were hesitant also accepted it after calling home, and then lived on the first and second floors respectively according to men and women.

Because of climbing the mountain today and tossing around for a day, many people got up and walked towards their room after eating and chatting for a while. At about nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Bowen and Pan Hongsheng also walked towards the room after paying the bill.

A standard two-person room. Because the hotel on the mountain is relatively simple, there are only two beds, a cabinet and an old-fashioned TV in the whole room. The two chatted for a while and then lay down to rest.

The whole night was quiet and peaceful.

Because of living on the mountain, the temperature difference between day and night is very large. Zhang Bowen, who was sleeping, was suddenly woken up by a chill. Then he smashed his mouth and turned his head to continue to sleep. Suddenly, he saw two table tennis-sized yellow lights floating around from the window and woke up a lot in an instant.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Bowen swallowed his saliva dryly. After making sure that he was not a dazzle, he quickly poked Pan Hongsheng. Pan Hongsheng, who was stabbed, opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Zhang Bowen, but the next moment, a trace of light suddenly flashed at the bottom of his eyes. He put on his shoes and opened the window and jumped out.

"Brother Pan, wait for me!" Looking at the sudden only room left, Zhang Bowen shouted in a low voice, and then quickly put on his shoes and turned over the balcony to chase Pan Hongsheng.

It's about one o'clock at night now. The whole mountain is dark and nothing can be seen clearly seen, but Zhang Bowen can clearly see two eyes like night pearls not far away constantly shaking.

"FUCK, it won't be a monster!" Zhang Bowen was a little scared in his heart, but Pan Hongsheng had followed him and he could only run wildly. He ran for more than ten minutes. At this moment, Zhang Bowen looked farther and farther and farther, and his head felt bloated. Running for a long time on the mountain had made him a little oxygen deficient.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Bowen stared at Pan Hongsheng's back with red eyes and imagined that the man in front of him was his father-killing enemy. After running again with faith for 5 minutes, he suddenly looked at the two yellow eyeballs not far away and moved quietly. His face was happy and hurriedly chased after him.

"The old gentleman didn't know that you asked me to come here?" Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhang Bowen gasping and chasing after him with a trace of surprise, and then looked at the gray old monk not far away under the light and asked.

"Ha ha, Lao Kun just wants to see your strength." The old monk looked at Pan Hongsheng with bright eyes, but he also looked at Zhang Bowen behind him in surprise.

The two of them did not increase their speed to the extreme, but in fact, the speed just now was definitely the speed of an ordinary person running desperately, and this ordinary person actually followed, that is to say, he has been chasing at the speed of sprinting for the past 20 minutes.

And it caught up!

"Your strength is obviously much better than mine. Is it necessary to look at my strength?" Pan Hongsheng laughed, but blocked Zhang Bowen behind him without a trace. Today, they shouted loudly in the Mingwang Temple. If the old monk really talked about one cause and one result, I'm afraid that the two of them will have an education.

"You have a bad temper, which is not good for you to practice." The old monk frowned and said, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Bowen and said, "He is also. He smells fierce all over his body, and he is likely to become a murderer in the future."

As his pupils shrank, Pan Hongsheng couldn't help looking at the old monk more carefully.

Not to mention his own situation, what he said about Zhang Bowen alone is absolutely true, and what Pan Hongsheng is now worried about is that Zhang Bowen will lose himself in the blood station again and again in his future life. In the end, he will be blindfolded by blood.

"What do you want to say, old man?" Pan Hongsheng asked in a low voice.

"I want to accept you as my disciple, but I changed my mind when I saw him." The old monk pointed to Zhang Bowen and said bluntly.

"Why?" Pan Hongsheng narrowed his eyes and asked, but he had believed it 70%.

It's no problem to defeat yourself with the strength of the other party, not to mention taking away an ordinary person like Zhang Bowen from his side.

"Why?" The old monk said with a smile, "It's better to cross a demon than to transform a person. If you can let him not harm the society, it's nothing for the old man to suffer a little!"

At this moment, if the senior management of the Municipal Party Committee saw this scene, I'm afraid that he would swallow his tongue in surprise. The real martial arts monk, who never accepted an apprentice, actually accepted an apprentice here!

Not to mention them, I'm afraid that the old man Pan Hongsheng would also frown when he knew the news and think about it with a playful face.

"Who do you think is causing harm to society?" Zhang Bowen asked angrily. He was not a fool. Naturally, he could hear the meaning of the old monk's words, and he was not happy at once. When the old monk heard his words, his face immediately changed. Suddenly, he raised his hand and a strong wind blew in the direction of Zhang Bowen.

At least in the late stage of the refining god, a gentle movement will attract the momentum around you! Pan Hongsheng's face immediately became solemn, and his whole body suddenly shook, and a cold current gushed out of his body, blocking the old monk's stormy momentum.

"Snow Fist?" The old monk was obviously stunned, and then a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his momentum suddenly stopped.

"Damn, rely on your ability to bully people..."

"Blog!" As soon as Zhang Bowen said half of his words, he was suddenly banned by Pan Hongsheng. Then he looked at the other party with a respectful face and said, "Sir, are you going to accept Bowen as an apprentice?"

That's right, it's respectful! He realized that Pan Hongsheng's respectful old monk's face was even more smiling and nodded gently.

"Bo Wen, kneel down and worship the teacher!" Pan Hongsheng's voice sounded like thunder in Zhang Bowen's ears. He quickly turned his head to look at his brother Pan, and immediately realized that he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed nine times, and his face was stained with a lot of mud.

"What a greasy boy!" The old monk smiled and touched his beard and nodded frequently.

"Master, apprentice Zhang Bowen visits the master!" Zhang Bowen walked towards the old monk, and Pan Hongsheng also followed Zhang Bowen defenselessly.

He has already known that he has no need to take precautions. If the other party really wants to take his own life, I'm afraid it will be a matter of an instant, because just as the other party said the word snow fist, Zhang Bowen suddenly thought of a strange monk in the old man's mouth!

"Hong Sheng, Xuequan learns how to play, and there is a chance to get the Four Seasons Quan back. That thing is a good way to pick up girls. You will know then!" This is what the old man said when he saw Pan Hongsheng punching the snow.

Thinking of the sudden heavy rain before, the eyes like a bright light at night, coupled with a huge wind just now, the identity of this old monk has been about to come out in Pan Hongsheng's mouth, so he hurriedly called Zhang Bowen to worship his teacher.

"Next September, I'll see you again. I still have to hide from someone!" The old monk looked at Pan Hongsheng with deep meaning, and then his whole body suddenly flew out of thin air and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving a shabby blue book on the ground.