Evil Master and Disciple

A new day, a new beginning.

New troubles.

Yun Shuang'er was startled when she pushed open the door and walked out.

Ye Feng was seen squatting on the stone steps in front of the door, with disheveled hair and dull eyes, as if he had been lined up by General Yuwen's men.

The little green-haired Sanzhier was lying on Ye Feng's shoulder, also looking listless as if he had been waiting in a queue.

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Xiao Feng...what's wrong with you?"

Ye Feng reached out and grabbed his disheveled hair, saying, "I'm almost driven crazy by these monks! They're chanting before daybreak and ringing the bell. I can't even take a break! I'm almost being tortured to death by these bald monks!"

"what?"

Yun Shuang'er thought Ye Feng had gone crazy again like last time in the capital, and she was worried to death.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Yun Shuang'er was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She said, "Xiao Feng, if you don't want to hear the sounds of those masters doing morning prayers, why don't you set up a few soundproofing barriers in the room to isolate the sounds from outside the room?"

"Forehead……"

Ye Feng's body trembled, and his dull eyes quickly gathered luster.

He stood up suddenly.

Sanzhier, who was lying on his shoulder, was caught off guard and rolled to the ground.

As if feeling that his young master was in too much danger, the little lecher Sanzhier immediately jumped into the arms of the beautiful Yunshuanger to seek comfort.

At this moment, Ye Feng said with an annoyed look on his face: "Why didn't I think of this! I'm so stupid!"

Seeing that Ye Feng had not lost his mind, Yun Shuang'er felt relieved and said, "Xiao Feng, we have been staying in Lingtai Temple for two days. Now that our business has been settled and you don't like it here, let's leave."

Ye Feng nodded immediately.

He really didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a moment longer.

He really couldn't understand why the great monks in Lingtai Temple always liked to chant scriptures.

Life is only a few decades long. Wouldn’t it be boring to meditate and chant scriptures all day long?

Ye Feng immediately said: "Let's go, let's go now."

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Should we go and tell Master Xuanzhi before we leave?"

Ye Feng wanted to escape immediately from this cage that made his head explode.

He came back to his senses after hearing Yun Shuang'er's words. He smiled bitterly and said, "I really need to say goodbye to Master Xuanzhi. Let's go now."

"Are you going just like that?"

"Well, how else can I go?"

"Master Xuanzhi is the most eminent monk in the world. You are so disheveled and dirty now, it's really unsightly. Please go inside and freshen up."

Ye Feng reached out and touched his hair. He was almost turning into a non-mainstream afro.

So he nodded and said, "It's time to freshen up. Young Pavilion Master's appearance is so-so to begin with. If he doesn't have a good hairstyle, how can he even meet people?"

After a while.

In the room, Ye Feng was sitting on a stool and Yun Shuang'er was combing his hair.

This was the first time in Yun Shuang'er's life that she combed a man's hair.

The movements seemed a little unfamiliar.

Ye Feng hadn't washed his hair for a long time, and his hair was very oily. Moreover, except for Fu Jinghong, other men in this world didn't seem to like getting a haircut, so their hair was very long.

Yun Shuang'er took great effort and almost broke her beloved wooden comb before she finally combed Ye Feng's hair.

Yun Shuang'er said, "Xiao Feng, how long have you not washed your hair? It's all tangled!"

"It won't be long, only two months at most..."

"What? Ugh..."

Yun Shuang'er, who is known for her mysophobia, changed her pretty face slightly when she heard that Ye Feng hadn't washed his hair for two months, and she seemed to want to vomit.

Ye Feng didn't care about it at all.

He took a bronze mirror and compared it with his hair. He said, "Shuang'er, I have to say you girls are really skilled. This hairstyle is really nice. I declare that you will be my exclusive hairstylist from now on... Uh, why are you still retching? I was kidding. I haven't washed my hair for two months."

"That's good……"

"I haven't washed my hair for three months, hehe..."

Ye Feng, who was fully recovered, began to tease Yun Shuang'er again.

After washing up, the two left the wing room and courtyard.

The edge of the wing where they lived was not far from the Buddhist temple where Master Xuanzhi was meditating.

It was probably around three quarters past noon, and there were not many people on the mountain. Almost all the monks and young novices were doing morning lessons in the meditation rooms.

Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er came to the Buddhist temple where they had met Master Xuanzhi before, playing and joking.

Unlike the last time I came, there were actually three great monks sitting in the open space outside the Buddhist temple, and among them was the great monk Xuanyi.

Ye Feng found it very strange. Aren't all the monks doing their homework in the meditation room or the Buddha Hall? Why were these three monks sitting on the ground outside the hall?

Moreover, the three monks just sat there, without beating the wooden fish or chanting scriptures. It seemed more like they were resting with their eyes closed.

Hearing the footsteps of the two men, the three monks opened their eyes.

Ye Feng only knew the Master Xuanyi who had received the two of them.

He quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master Xuanyi, my sister and I wish to leave today, and have come to ask for our leave from the Divine Monk Xuanzhi."

Monk Xuanyi said, "The abbot is currently meeting an important guest in the hall. Please wait a moment, donors."

Ye Feng said, "Oh, so the Divine Monk Xuanzhi has guests. I won't disturb you then."

Just as he was about to leave, the tightly closed door of the Buddhist temple suddenly creaked and slowly opened.

Ye Feng thought that Master Xuanzhi heard their voices and wanted to invite them in.

When I looked up, I was stunned.

I saw a man walking out of the Buddhist temple.

That person is very strange.

He was dressed in colorful clothes and was no more than 1.4 meters tall. He looked like a young boy, but his hair was very pale, making him look like an old man. However, his face had no wrinkles...

Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er looked at this dwarf with a childlike face and white hair in surprise.

The dwarf struggled to step over the high threshold of the Buddhist temple.

He also saw Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er.

Seeing these two people staring at him, his temper immediately flared up.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a strong man before? Look again or I'll dig out your eyes!"

Ye Feng was very surprised. He didn't expect that the important guest that Master Xuanzhi would meet in person was an old dwarf with strange clothes and a heavy accent.

Especially when this person called himself "old man", Ye Feng almost laughed.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "You may not be very old, but you have a big temper!"

"You little brat, did you say I'm short? No one has dared to laugh at my shortness in front of me for four or five hundred years. You've successfully caught my attention. Write your last words. This is a quiet Buddhist place, and you can't kill. Once you leave Lingtai Temple, I'll plant 108 different kinds of poison in you and torture you for 7781 days, making you die miserably."

"Ahem, it's forty-nine!"

"What forty-nine?"

"Seventy-seven is forty-nine, and ninety-nine is eighty-one!"

"You little brat, you laughed at me! I'll kill you right now!"

The hot-tempered dwarf immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Ye Feng and the others angrily with his short legs.