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In a moment of dizziness, Leng Fengye almost fell to the ground.

Gritting his teeth and holding on to the wall, Leng Fengye secretly said to himself:

"If you want to be a master, you have to endure hardships. If you want to learn amazing martial arts, how can you not avoid some hardships? You must persevere."

After swaying and climbing to the third bluestone level, Leng Fengye gently knocked on the door three times.

After a while, the young monk came out again. When he saw Leng Fengye, he was shocked and said:

"Look at your face, how swollen it is like a big steamed bun. I almost didn't recognize you. Why did you come just now? The old abbot left after having breakfast before you came."

Leng Fengye asked anxiously:

"Where did the master come from? I haven't left this gate all night. Why didn't I see anyone coming out?"

The young monk looked at him and said:

"I don't know either. Anyway, the abbot was nowhere to be seen when he got up early in the morning."

Leng Fengye asked again when the abbot would come back. The young monk said:

"I can't say for sure. Maybe I won't be able to come back in three to five days, maybe ten and a half months. Donor, please go back first and come back after a while."

Leng Fengye sighed after hearing this, feeling very sad. He failed to become a disciple and lost his money and belongings. What should he do next?

Thinking about it, Leng Fengye lowered his head, his eyes were red, and he held back the tears.

But then I thought, now that I don’t have any marks on my body, where can I eat?

What would you do if you starved to death in Mount Wutai?

Feeling sour in his heart, Leng Fengye immediately thought of his mother.

In infinite frustration, Leng Fengye was about to turn around when his vision suddenly went dark again. He immediately felt like the world was spinning and he fell down in front of the door.

I don't know how long it took before Leng Fengye woke up from his dizziness and saw that he was already lying on a wooden bed. The little monk standing in front of him said:

"Donor, you have woken up, but you scared me so much. If you died in front of the door, wouldn't it be my fault? To tell you the truth, the abbot has not been at home since yesterday."

When Leng Fengye heard this, he thought to himself that this little monk was lying to others with his inconsistent words and he was very angry. But how could he not bow his head and ask for help when he was under the eaves? He had to plead:

"Okay, little master, if you don't help me find the old abbot, I will have to die here."

The young monk heard this and said quickly:

"Donor, you can't say that. You'd better drink this bowl of porridge first, and then I'll take you to Wenshu Monastery. There are places to eat and live there. You can rest there for a few days. I'll tell you when the old abbot comes back. You."

"Thank you, little master," Leng Fengye said gratefully, then wolfed down the porridge.

After a while, seeing that Leng Fengye had returned to normal, the young monk was about to take him to Wenshu Monastery.

At this time, Leng Fengye was completely awake, but he refused, saying that he would wait here until Fang came back.

Seeing his stubbornness, the young monk said:

"There is food and drink there, and you don't have to work. I am the only one here. I have to chop wood, carry water, cook and wash, but there is no one to wait on you."

Leng Fengye pleaded again:

"Little master, just keep me and let me do whatever you want."

Okay, then you stay here, but I can't say when the old abbot will come back. Maybe one, two, three or four years. If he doesn't come back, don't blame me. "

"Don't complain, don't complain, promise not to complain," Leng Fengye replied hurriedly.

"Well, in that case, get up quickly and pick firewood with me." The young monk immediately led Leng Fengye up the mountain.

The two of them followed a winding path, turned several corners, and saw a tree in front of them.

There are stacks of firewood piled beside the forest.

Without further explanation, Leng Fengye went up and tied a large bundle of firewood with a rope, picked up the pole and left.

Unexpectedly, he was exhausted from the past few days, and now he was walking uphill. Naturally, he was swaying this way and that as he walked, and he was out of breath.

Gritting his teeth, Leng Fengye insisted on carrying the firewood to the small corner door. He didn't want to fall down when he took the stone steps.

The young monk who was following saw him and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I carry it five or six times a day. You can't carry it anymore after just one load. You can't be here anymore. I'd better send you to Wenshu Monastery and keep you there for the time being."

Panting, Leng Fengye begged again and spent a lot of words before finally staying. Then every day before dawn, he got up to carry water and firewood.

But the water-carrying place is far away and is on a mountain climbing path. It takes a whole morning to complete it.

In this way, after working for more than twenty days, the abbot still did not come back.

On this day, the young monk took Leng Fengye down the mountain to carry food. He thought that it would not be too far to carry food. He did not expect that although the seventy or eighty kilograms of rice was not a problem at all, it was all uphill. He had blood blisters on his feet and bruises on his shoulders from walking. When he came back in the evening, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even eat. He lay alone on the bluestone and sighed:

"When can I see Elder Daoyue?"

While looking at the sky and thinking, Leng Fengye heard the little monk shouting:

"Amitabha, why don't you sleep? You can't stand it anymore. I told you to go to Wenshu Monastery but you refused. Where you can eat well and don't work, just find a master to learn a few skills. You have to stay here on your own." Why bother asking for hardship?”

Leng Fengye was shocked after hearing this and said:

"I heard from my mentor that Elder Daoyue has profound martial arts skills and is quite famous in the martial arts world. I came here specifically because of his reputation. I will never go back until I see Elder Daoyue."

The young monk said disapprovingly:

"Little donor, I kindly advised you, but you didn't listen. I think you are possessed. Elder Daoyue's martial arts is very good, but he does not accept disciples easily. Even if he sees him, he will not accept you as his disciple. , what's the use, this place is tired, dirty and not full to eat. In the past ten days, you have become skinny and bones. If you wait any longer, I think you will have to risk your life, then it will be in vain. "

After hearing what the young monk said, Leng Fengye suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't help thinking about his old mother. He didn't know how her mother was at home during this period. He couldn't fulfill his filial piety, but he was far away in a foreign country. He was really worried. Heartbroken.

However, I then thought about it. I had made a great oath in front of my mother and mentor when I was leaving. How could I go back on it so easily? A man can only move forward, not back. He knows that there are tigers in the mountains, so he will go to the tiger mountain. It is the true nature of a hero.

So he said to the young monk:

"Thank you for your kindness, little master. I have a stubborn temper and will never give up until I achieve my goal. I must wait for Elder Daoyue to come back and worship him as my teacher. If little master can help me meet with the old abbot, I will do it for the rest of my life. Can not forget you."

The young monk thought that what he said just now would always shake Leng Fengye's determination, but unexpectedly he became even more energetic.

So the little monk sighed deeply, looked at Leng Fengye with sympathetic eyes, and left.

A few days later, the young monk asked Leng Fengye to go down the mountain alone to do something. Passing by Wenshu Monastery, he heard loud shouts inside. He hurriedly stood on a high place and took a look. It turned out that the monks in the temple were practicing martial arts.

At that time, Leng Fengye felt envious in his heart. When would I be able to meet Elder Daoyue and start practicing martial arts? So he secretly made up his mind to learn his true skills and avenge his father.

Just like that, he was thinking as he walked. Leng Fengye turned a corner of the mountain and suddenly saw a blue bundle on the roadside in front of him.

He went over to lift it with his hands and found that the baggage was very heavy. He hurriedly bent down and opened the baggage to take a look.

In this baggage, there is actually a huge ingot of yellow gold.