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Rocky beach, by the stream.

A figure wearing a hat came from a distance.

It was a handsome young man with a golden tin in his hand, stepping on the gravel step by step, but he didn't make the slightest sound.

It was the monk who met Yan Ning in the Black Wind Valley.

The monk walked by the stream, and the speed did not seem to be very fast, but in just a few moments, he had already walked a few hundred meters.

"Click!"

At that moment, a soft sound sounded.

Because, the monk stopped.

Five meters in front of him, a young girl was lying at the moment.

The girl was wearing a long snow-white dress, her hair was scattered over her shoulders, wet, and she looked as if she had stumbled into the water.

However, it is very strange that the snow-white dress seems to have been deliberately draped on the girl's body.

Moreover, in addition, on the girl's neck, there is also a wooden plaque with eight big characters clearly written on it, "Supreme Immortal Master, Peerless Sword Immortal".

"My Buddha is compassionate. The monk recited a Buddha name, and then, taking out a bowl from his body, he walked to the stream and filled it with some water.

Immediately, the monk walked in front of the woman.

"Whew!"

At this moment, a mountain wind struck.

The long white dress that covered the girl's body was blown by the wind.

The stunning scenery inside is undoubtedly revealed in an instant.

The monk was stunned for a moment, his face was slightly red, but he still walked over, tilted his head to the side, and groped for the blown white skirt with his hand, trying to cover the girl's body again.

However, when I touched it, something suddenly wasn't quite right.

Because, he seems to have touched something?

"Let go of me, you lewd, shameless, despicable villain!!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and then a hand grabbed the monk's hand.

The monk was shocked.

Almost instinctively, he stepped back.

However, a dark wind suddenly came towards his step.

This made the monk's face change slightly, and the bowl in his hand shook, and a bowl of stream water spilled down, and fell on the girl's body with a sprinkle.

"Bang!"

The monk was kicked away.

Thankfully, at the last moment, his legs were clamped very tightly, so that he did not receive the fatal blow.

"Amitabha!" the monk hit a rock by the stream, but immediately stood up straight, and at the same time, the hat on his head fell to the ground.

"It turned out to be a lewd monk?!" the girl got up from the ground, the white dress on her body naturally slipped to the ground, and the sun shone on the water droplets stained on her body, shining with a faint light.

"Is it a demon?" the monk glanced at it, but he didn't dare to look any more, and immediately closed his eyes again.

"You're the demon!"

"If it's not a demon, why are you here...... Skirt doesn't stick to the body?"

"I am a disciple of the Holy Maiden's Palace! Where did you come from, a lewd monk, look at the sword...... Huh, where's my sword?!" The girl was about to make a move, when she suddenly noticed that the sword was missing.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Holy Maiden, and the little monk didn't see a sword when he came here, so he probably fell into the river. As the monk spoke, he opened his eyes again, and then found that the girl still hadn't put on the white dress, so he immediately closed his eyes and added, "Would the donor like to put on the dress first?"

"Ah, you monk still dare to peek?!" The girl's eyes were stunned, and she was just about to pick up the white dress, when suddenly her eyes moved slightly: "Monk, I'm going to wear a skirt, you must not open your eyes!"

"Good, good!" the monk nodded.

But just as he nodded, a cold wind struck again.

This shocked the monk's heart again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the girl had come to him, and that she was holding a stone as thin as a knife in her hand.

"Huh!"

The girl used the stone as a knife and cut directly at the monk's throat.

"My Buddha is compassionate!!!" The monk finally became angry, and a Buddha horn was recited, and a huge golden bell lit up on his body.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The girl was catapulted.

"Plop!"

Fell into the stream.

"Lewd monk, you are shameless, you despicable, you are lewd! You said that you don't open your eyes?!" the girl who fell into the river immediately scolded.

"The donor is so rude! The little monk saw the donor unconscious by the stream before he wanted to come to the rescue, because he saw that the donor's skirt did not cover his body, so he was offended, and he didn't want a good thought, but he was attacked by the donor several times, and the little monk had to protect himself and leave!" After the monk finished speaking, he didn't stay anymore, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" the girl shouted again at once.

"What else is the matter with the benefactor?"

"Since it was a misunderstanding, the monk turned his back, and I want to go ashore and dress!"

"Amitabha, good, good. When the monk heard this, he finally turned around again, turned his back to the girl, and chanted softly.

The girl's hand was raised from the stream.

Holding a sharp stone in his hand.

She waved her hand twice, but after seeing that the monk had never turned around again, she finally put the stone back down in her hand.

"Whoa!"

The girl walked out of the stream and quickly put on her white dress.

After everything is dressed.

The girl looked at the monk again and found that the monk had not moved a single inch from beginning to end, just standing in the distance, like a Buddha statue.

"Monk, turn around. The girl spoke.

"Amitabha. The monk turned and looked back at the girl in front of him.

The girl's gaze also looked at the face of the monk in front of her.

Inexplicably, she found that the little monk in front of her was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, just like the handsome and heroic person in the painting.

This made her eyes light up gradually.

What a handsome monk!

Now that the benefactor has no lambs, the little monk is gone. The monk glanced at the girl and prepared to leave again.

"Wait a minute, this nameless black mountain is very dangerous, and my sisters and I are lost. The girl immediately stopped the monk with a look of shame on her face.

"This ...... The little monk couldn't do anything. ”

"I think the monk's cultivation is very high, but he has reached the peak of the upper grade realm?"

"Amitabha, the donor has good eyesight. ”

"I don't know where the monk is going to go when he comes to the nameless Black Mountain on this trip?"

"The little monk wants to go to the mountain. ”

"Are you going to take the spiritual treasure too?"

"No, the little monk is here to apprentice. The monk shook his head.

He wanted to worship Yan Ning as a teacher in Qingshan City, but he refused, but he never left, and heard that Yan Ning had entered the nameless Black Mountain and wanted to seize the spiritual treasure.

So he followed.

"Apprentice, this nameless black mountain is full of monsters, where is the teacher that the monk wants to worship?" The girl was obviously a little surprised when she heard the monk's words.

"The wooden plaque hanging around the donor's neck reads 'Supreme Immortal Master, Peerless Sword Immortal' is the master that the little monk wants to worship. The monk pointed to the wooden sign around the girl's neck.

"Wooden card?" the girl touched her neck with her hand, and then, with a look of surprise on her face, she immediately took off the wooden card, and there were indeed eight big characters on it.

What does this mean?

It shows that the monk has seen her body before she wakes up!

Boom!!

The girl's heart was beating wildly.

However, she quickly calmed down.

She was bathing by the river, and she met a young girl, and then, she was knocked unconscious, and this sign ...... It should be the beautiful girl who stunned her.

"The monk misunderstood, this wooden sign is not mine, and I don't know who the immortal master is written on it. The girl shook her head slightly.

That being the case, the little monk took his leave. Once again, the monk was ready to leave.

"Wait, I'm also going to Bishan, this is a dangerous journey, can the monk be willing to go with me?"

"This ......," the monk hesitated.

"My name is Ah Luo, a third-generation disciple of the Holy Maiden Palace, and I have cultivated in the late stage of the Upper Grade Realm!" the girl looked at the monk's hesitant appearance and immediately opened her mouth to introduce herself.

"It turned out to be Lord Alo, and I am fortunate to be happy. The monk nodded slightly.

"What's the monk's name?" Luo asked again.

"What is the name of the little monk?" the monk was just about to speak, when suddenly a question occurred to him, his name was given by the previous 'master'.

But in fact, this master is not his master.

To put it simply, his master only taught him the Dharma, but was unwilling to accept his apprenticeship, and the reasons for this are somewhat complicated.

And now he wants to worship Yan Ning as a teacher again.

So, this name can't be used again, right?

At this moment, he thought a lot, the silver Jiao in the Black Wind Valley crossed the catastrophe, turned Jiao into an attack, and when Yan Ning appeared, the Arhat figure of the heavens made him feel like a new life.

It is a new ......

It is reborn, no different from the silver dragon.

But I'm not a dragon, I'm not a dragon.

What am I?

The monk raised his head, and the thoughts in his heart turned.

Although I have been reborn, I still have a Buddha in my heart, and this is Zen ...... By the way, Zen through the cicada, it is rumored that it is an insect when it is young, and it can be a cicada after six molts!

"Monk, can't you tell Ah Luo your name?" Ah Luo saw that the monk didn't speak for a long time, and then spoke again.

"The little monk's name is ......" The monk looked at the golden tin battle in his hand again, and then said with relief: "The little monk has no name, only a law name 'Golden Cicada'." ”

"Buzz!"

The monk's voice just fell.

In the distance, a white light suddenly burst out of the sky.

The light is like a pillar.

Soar to the sky!

Then, there were bursts of Buddha sounds that resounded through the sky.

"Hmmm...... Well...... This...... Trumpet...... Cat’s meow...... Hum ......"

"Boom!"

In the sky, auspicious clouds are blooming.

An Arhat emerges from the auspicious clouds in the sky.

They may stand, or sit, or fold their hands, or they may not be angry, and they have different expressions and postures, but one thing is exactly the same.

That is, their eyes are focused on a mountain.

The fire on the hill was bright.

Red as blood.

"Yo !!"

A clear birdsong rang out from the firelight.

The arhats in the sky all bowed down at this moment, as if they were greeting, as if they were congratulating, and the whole sky became bright at this moment.

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