Chapter 53 Death

Chapter 53 Death

Pan Hongsheng, who hung up the phone, took a shower and changed his clothes without saying a word. He picked several clothes and finally chose a yellowed sweatshirt with a collar, a woolen sweater, and the outermost leather worn leather jacket. Below is a piece of earthy dark blue sweatpants. A pair of white sneakers looks like they have just come out of the countryside. Su Ya, who was beside her, was stunned and blank.

To be honest, he has never seen Pan Hongsheng dress up himself. Every time he casually finds clothes and puts them on, he goes out. It's easy to look at wearing them. Today, this guy's taste is so heavy that he can't be described as dirt.

Su Ya, who was stunned, changed her clothes. Pan Hongsheng drove Encore, who had not driven for a long time, and rushed straight to Tang Jiajia's house, threw down the car and said a few words to Zhao Qing and others, and then rushed to Yingshan without stopping.

Pan Hongsheng is still curious about why the old man chose to let Pan Hongsheng go to this place, but after thinking about it, he still didn't come up with any result. In his impression, the old man and the old monk of Yingshan must know each other, and the extent to which he is familiar with it is unknown.

The last time he went to Yingshan Mountain was driven by Zhang Bowen. This time, Pan Hongsheng directly found a deserted road and ran wildly. With the current level of refining God as the early stage, he saw the peak of Yingshan Mountain in the distance after nearly half an hour.

The beauty is still the same. Compared with the past, Eagle Mountain is still piled up in winter, but it gives people a sense of nothingness.

As soon as Pan Hongsheng took two steps, he saw a figure in a black sportswear on the hillside. He was a thin figure of more than 1.6 meters, and his face immediately smiled.

The old man, who hasn't seen him for such a long time, looks at himself from afar, and the smile on his face is extremely obscene.

"Dad, when did you get here?" Scratching his head awkwardly, Pan Hongsheng called twice affectionately, and then walked to the old man with a flattery face.

Pan Hongsheng is not a bully, but Pan Hongsheng has never been embarrassed in front of the old man. On the one hand, he has the habit of growing up, and on the other hand, he really understands how much his father has done for him. No matter how pretentious he is, he can only show his own character.

"I've been waiting for you here every day for a long time." Listening to Pan Hongsheng looking at himself with a hippie face, the old man snorted with his nose, and then said strangely.

"Yo, it's good for you to come to me directly. Our house is big and comfortable now, much better than the previous small firewood house!" Pan Hongsheng said with a regretful face.

"Ok, don't pretend to be a grandson, boy. If I go, you must be shrugged. They are all big flower girls. What are I going to do? Where do you put my old face?" After kicking Pan Hongsheng's buttocks, the old man stepped forward gently, but each step could hang a distance of more than ten meters.

Rubbing his buttocks, Pan Hongsheng quickly caught up with him cheaply.

He knew that the old man didn't want to interfere in his life for him, but it was really uncomfortable to hear that his father was waiting for him like this every day.

"Have you seen a lot of kung fu recently? Are there so many big girls with you every day? Looking at Pan Hongsheng, who followed him easily, an unconscious smile appeared on the old man's face, and then joked and asked.

"Look at you, how can I do that kind of thing? Before I'm 22 years old, I must strictly follow your instructions..." Pan Hongsheng repeated the old man's instructions word for word with a dry smile, and then looked at the old face that seemed to be smiling, and he couldn't help but look old. Red.

"Ok, I really want to tell you something to tell you this time. In the early stage of refining the spirit, plus..." There was no trace. The old man looked at Pan Hongsheng's wrist and seemed to see the bracelet inside through the leather jacket.

"What's the matter? What's your matter?" Flinted for a moment, Pan Hongsheng quickly asked.

Pan Hongsheng is extremely curious about the life of the old man. He has heard the old master of the Pan family talk about Liu Chongru's name many times, but there are still many things that are unknown.

"It's not only my business, but also your Pan family's business, as well as the hidden dangers of China." With a sigh, the old man's face was a little tired.

From the Qing Dynasty to now, the old man has strong strength and can resist the past physically, but he has been tired mentally.

"If you want to do anything, just let me go. Take a rest at such an old age!" After a moment of hesitation, Pan Hongsheng said such a sentence from the bottom of his heart, but after saying that, he immediately covered his mouth.

He has never said such a thing to the old man since he has grown up. He has always nodded and bowed. Pan Hongsheng dares not say such comforting words and there is no need to say that his father will always be an invincible image in his heart.

"Your boy competes for it and makes your father feel comfortable." Listening to Pan Hongsheng's words, the old man was also slightly stunned, and then suddenly squeezed his mouth and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

I have to say that there are too few people climbing mountains in winter, and there are very few people who go to Yingshan in the suburbs. It's good for some enthusiasts to climb halfway up the mountain. Pan Hongsheng and the old man walked for nearly half an hour, and then finally stopped when they saw a temple in the distance.

This temple is not the same as the one where Pan Hongsheng lived here before. The last time he came, the temple was very good for tourists to watch. This time, the road the old man took him was a little strange, and he was even more confused when he looked at the temple.

It is said that it is a temple. There is nothing but an open-air mud and stone statue. There is a fence outside, an open-air pavilion, and a small house of about ten square meters. Pan Hongsheng looked at the poor appearance and almost felt that there was a possibility of collapse every minute.

"Come in and sit down." Gently opening the fence door, the old man looked around and then pushed open the door that was only made of wood. Pan Hongsheng followed without saying a word.

"Have you ever been to this place?"

The decoration in the room is very simple. There is a bed, a table, a chair, a fan, and a cabinet. There is nothing else. Pan Hongsheng looked around the house.

"No, but I feel that this place seems to have something to do with the old monk of Eagle Mountain." After a moment of hesitation, Pan Hongsheng looked at the decorations around him, and the ascetic appearance immediately appeared in his mind.

"Indeed, this is the place to practice arrogantly." With a sigh, the old monk sat gently, looking at everything in the room.

"Two days ago, I saw the old monk in Zhoushui Jing'an Temple, but it seemed that he was burned when he came back." Pan Hongsheng scratched his head, and he never seemed to have seen the old man's expression.

"Is it because of Zhang Bowen? Then you have a string of Buddha beads in your hand? With a grin, the old man seemed to want to laugh but couldn't laugh.

"Do you know? The old monk knows you. Where is he now? Suddenly disappeared." Pan Hongsheng suddenly beat a drum in his heart and tried to relax the muscles on his face.

"Now? Already dead." With a gentle move of the dry old hand, the Buddha beads at Pan Hongsheng's wrist flew out in an instant and fell into the old man's hand.