At night, a round of bright disc hangs high in the night sky, the mountain wind is strong, the shadow of the tree moves, and there is quite a Zen rhyme artistic conception of the moon shadow. Kunlun deep mountain, giant tree ancient temple, under the tree in front of the temple, four people sit on the ground.

The young man with a typical southern man's face was the one who drank the barley wine heavily, and the cynicism on the jade road disappeared without a trace at this moment, replaced by the solemn expressions that the three people around him were accustomed to.

The Jade Bodhisattva still glowed with a faint white luster in the hands of the long-haired handsome young man named Hui You, and a jet-black green silk fluttered in the wind, but far from the expressionless face before, this young man who didn't like to talk was actually smiling at this moment.

It hasn't changed, but it's that honest and sincere smile. The back is much wider than ordinary people, leaning leisurely on the towering giant tree in front of the Buddhist temple, and the two eyes sometimes look at the cloud road that looks up and drinks, and sometimes looks at the silent Huiyou, as if sitting next to him are two deep treasures that he can't dig up in his life.

The barrel engraved with Xuanao Sanskrit scriptures never stopped for a moment, and the vastness of the sword from the edge of the jade cliff to the front of the temple was exactly a full volume and three paragraphs. The three older men sitting next to him didn't care in the slightest about why the little boy named Shili Gyatso was able to follow them back to the temple from the jade path without pulling a step while reciting the Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed, because they had long been accustomed to the boy beside him who was like a Taoist lama, and from time to time he would burst out with some miracles that stunned them.

There are many miracles, and it is not strange to see them.

The first to break the silence was the tall, sturdy young man: "How much is that piece of jade worth?

"Ten skins, you little boy......" Yun Dao, who was lying beside him and used his thighs as pillows, laughed wildly.

The big man named Gongjiao touched his head embarrassedly: "Yundao, I'm stupid!"

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

A southern face, a pure northeast accent: "No matter how stupid you are, it's my brother! Only I can laugh at you in this world, if anyone else dares to laugh at you, I will definitely cut his thing like cutting deer antlers!"

Hui You, who was better looking than a woman, was originally also smiling, but when he heard this, he quickly put away the smile on his face, and then seemed to deliberately turn his face away, revealing his flawless solemn face to Yun Dao, but in exchange for the latter teasingly pinching his face, which can be described as "fine skin and tender meat".

The man who smiled almost wickedly slowly approached the face that was even more delicate than a woman: "Niu'er, give Uncle a smile!"

The little boy Shili Gyatso who was entering the state of reciting the mantra leaned forward and backwards with laughter, and the sturdy young man with his back against the towering giant tree slammed into the towering giant tree with a "boom" in laughter.

Peach blossom eyes, willow eyebrows. The bewitching face that overshadowed the ordinary woman actually smiled at the southern Diao Min, and then regained a stern face.

"Tomorrow all vegetarian!"

This was the only thing he said today, but he directly dragged the two men around him and the little lama directly into the abyss of love.

The innocent bow horn cried and said: "I finally hunted a bison today, Hui You ......" The more he said, the lower his voice became, because although the sturdy young man was honest, he was not really stupid, and he naturally knew that although this man who grew up together since childhood had a woman's face, he always spoke the same thing.

As soon as the little lama Shili Gyatso heard the word "bison" for two years, his eyes immediately lit up, he straightened up, and asked Gongjiao pitifully: "Brother Gongjiao, is it the kind of bison you ate the summer before last?"

The bow horn nodded vigorously, and did not forget to swallow his saliva lightly, and looked at the cloud road that had ravaged Hui You's jet-black hair into a grass nest like a nest of grass for help.

"Okay, you emblem, you actually dare to threaten me, this trick is just right to borrow a knife to kill people, it seems that what I lent you is not in vain! It's okay to be a vegetarian, as long as you kid is not afraid that when you go to bed tonight, some snakes, insects, rats, and ants will crawl into your bed, hum!" Diao Min's true form was revealed.

The young man named Hui You originally looked like he would rather die than give in, but as soon as he heard the "snakes, insects, rats and ants", his face immediately changed greatly, and he looked at the southern face with a wicked smile on the opposite side, and seemed to recall some extremely terrifying past.

"Tomorrow be a bison!"

Hearing this, Bow Horn and Shili Gyatso let out a long sigh of relief and looked gratefully at the cloud path that had a solemn face.

"Don't forget to leave me some bison tomorrow, I just told Abazar that tomorrow he will bring the jade collectors, and I will come back after taking care of this matter." None of you are allowed to tell the old monk about this, especially you, hum, Shili Gyatso, if you dare to betray me, I will tell the old monk about the last time you climbed the wall with me to watch the widow take a bath. ”

Shili Gyatso's cute little face flushed, and he pouted and whispered: "Obviously, Brother Yundao, you lied to me that there was a scroll in the house that had been lost for many years, so I went with you, otherwise ......"

This southern Diao Min didn't argue much with the little lama, but just looked up at the endless night sky with a stern face, and only after a long time suddenly let out a long sigh and said: "This world is so big, but we can only guard this one-third of an acre of land......

"It's yours after all, it's yours, and it's useless if it's not your imposing. Everything is about a fate, the cause arises and the cause disappears, and thinking too much about it will only add trouble to yourself!"

An elderly lama who looked to be in his old age didn't know when he had appeared behind the four of them, and the vast Buddha sound that had experienced the vicissitudes of life made several people in Yundao feel cool in their hearts at the same time.

"Master!" Shili Gyatso shouted as if he were a thief, not daring to look at the kind-eyed old lama in front of him.

The old lama just nodded and smiled at him, looked around at the four of them, and said, "Let's rest early! Tomorrow there will be good karma for tomorrow, and if you don't work hard, even good karma will be wasted." His gaze finally fell on Yun Dao, and he smiled meaningfully and nodded before leaving.

"Good fate?" the young man named Yundao lay on the ground again, and the thighs of the honest and strong man once again gloriously became someone's pillow. "Huiyou, how old are our three brothers this year?"

The bewitching man smiled indifferently at the bright moon in the night sky and said, "Twenty and four!"

"Twenty-four, it's not small, you see that the promising young people of the ancient twenty-four have all entered the hall and the children are full, and we are still in the deep mountains of Kunlun all day long, or this time, this jade is sold for a high price, and we will go out for a walk?"

"I listen to Yundao, what about you, second brother?"

The bewitching face that could not be described as a sinking fish and a goose smiled extremely brightly.

"Is it possible that the elder brother still has to stand in the way of the younger brother's growth?"

Only the little lama, Shili Gyatso, looked downcast.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yun Dao gently nudged the teary-eyed little lama.

The little guy cried: "Brother Yun Dao, you are gone, who will tell me stories every day? Brother Huiyou, you are gone, who will cook for me and Master every day? Brother Gongjiao, you are gone, who will go up the mountain to hunt and bring me wild fruits every day? Shili is reluctant to give you up!"

Diao Min, who is called Yundao, has an unprecedentedly gentle face, hugs the boy into his arms, and says softly: "The three elder brothers will go to give you the lead first, and when it is stable, my brother will take you over, and I will marry you a daughter-in-law in ten rooms!"

The little lama sobbed aggrievedly, the night sky was windy, and a wolf howl came from the valley in the distance, and then one after another.

The mountain people who hugged the little lama whispered: "Even if I am a beast, do I not have the right to live? Even if I am a beast, I do not have the right to become a king and worship!"

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Kunlun deep mountains, the bright moon in the sky, the night wind is strong, and the beasts howl and insects. Halfway up the mountain, not too far from Liushui Village and the backpackers' camp, the moonlight made the long shadow cast by the towering giant trees in front of the Buddhist temple just split the small Tantric Buddhist temple in half from the gate. Mountains, water, trees, and temples form a bizarre feng shui layout, and the qi veins that branch out from the main dragon vein of Kunlun converge on a line, which seems to lead to only one place, and the only room in the Buddhist temple that is still lit in the early hours of the night is the convergence point of this qi vein.

The space of the wing room is not large, and it is about ten square meters, and the bluestone wall and red brick floor seem to really follow the principle of being simple and simple. A bed, a table and a chair, the rest are all ancient rattan bookshelves, if there is not a place to enter the door, the entire space is almost completely occupied by books. The books on the shelves are also breathtaking, not only are there such professional bestsellers that exude antique traditional manuscripts, but it is not enough to fill the shelves with all kinds of books, and the top of the bookshelves that are one and a half high has been piled up to the roof, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a huge volume of sweat and sweat.

The young man standing at the desk beside the small bed has a great realm and demeanor of the eight winds. After a long time, the young man took a deep breath, picked up the wolf on the table, and waved his pen.

"Accumulate a lot. ”

The simple and clear four cursive scripts are dripping and smooth without pause, and vaguely, there is already a self-contained cursive style. Writing cursive is not as good as the regular script and the line of writing connected with the regular script and the tick point, without a big experience and big mind, it is completely impossible to write a great realm that only cursive can express.

After the god worked hard to write, this young man who looked like a fool on the jade mining road during the day did not immediately turn off the lights and rest, but picked up a bookmark with green leaves, and the warning sentence was short and one paragraph every night, which was a habit that he had formed for many years.

"The wise man will be obscure in small things, and the ignorant will observe small things. Covering the service is the root of ignorance, and the hole of hazy wisdom is also. When he read this, this young man with the face of a southern man actually smiled happily, patted his palm, and said: "According to this statement, Gongjiao is a very smart person, and Huiyou is a very ignorant person?

Thinking of this, this young man, who could also enjoy reading a book, gently closed the book, took out a dead leaf, and wrote the warning sentence he had just read on the dead leaf with a very fine small brush, and finally blew the lamp to rest with an endless aftertaste.

A quaint bedroom not far from this wing room, the furnishings are simpler, there is a bed in the whole room, and this bed is also so simple that it is staggering, a mat and a blanket are all the whole bed, and it is also the whole room of the whole room.

In the dead of night, the moonlight shines through the window into the bedroom, and the hazy light stays on the old lama in a red robe, making the old lama, who is already as thin as a twig, look more like a Buddhist monk who has taken the path of asceticism.

The sandalwood in the bedroom floats, and the hands of the old lama who sit still are constantly changing, forming one complex and changeable Buddhist mudra after another, and the speed is so fast that the mysteries of the technique are enough to make countless people who claim to be the great masters of the world ashamed.

In just one cup of tea, the old lama had already produced nearly 9,999 completely different handprints, and finally ended the complicated sealing techniques with a symbolic thinking and wisdom fist seal, and slowly entered the realm of Dading.

I don't know how long it took, when the eastern sky began to light slightly, and the rooster at the foot of the mountain began to crow, the old lama slowly opened his eyes and sighed lightly: "Is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and it is only up to you to uncover the mystery. Now, only you can verify whether what you planted back then is a good cause or a bad cause. ”

The old lama who got up slowly walked out of the side room, and happened to meet the four people who were about to go out.

"Master!" the little lama Shili Gyatso was already flustered, and he was even more frightened when he saw the old lama who suddenly walked out of the wing.

The other three were also taken aback, Hui Xuan smiled silently, and the bow horn touched the bare head, leaving only a solemn Yun Dao face without any expression change.

"Master, let's go down the mountain for a walk!" It can't be said that Yun Dao is not panicked, but there is no flaw in his actions.

The old lama smiled and nodded: "Take Lao Mo, the jade is too heavy, you four dolls want to carry it to the bottom of the mountain, it is better to let Lao Mo contribute? ”

The faces of Huiyou, Gongjiao, and Shili Gyatso changed together, and only Nayun Dao took the thin donkey in the barn with a normal face, said "Thank you, Master", and walked out of the temple gate with the three of them.

The old lama was smiling from beginning to end, and it was only after the four of them stepped out of the temple gate that he sighed softly: "If you don't become a dragon, you will also be a hero, but the world is not peaceful." That's it, I have kept this peace for more than 20 years, and the rest is a troubled era or a prosperous world, or leave it to the Buddha and his old man to think about it. ”

A dead leaf slowly fell from the air, and when it passed by the old lama, the old lama received the dead leaf and sighed softly: "One flower and one world, one year old and one withered glory, why don't I let you blossom and bear fruit?"

Not long after the four of them opened the temple door, the bow horn and the emblem gently lifted the ear of each side of the little lama.

"Shili, are you telling the secret?" Gong Jiao deliberately made a somewhat fierce appearance, but this strange expression appeared on the face that had always only had a smile, and it only made the little lama laugh.

Riding on the skinny donkey, Yun Daodao, who deliberately restrained the excitement in his heart, said: "Let go of the ten forces, it's not the secret of the ten forces." The master's magical powers are vast, and we have seen it many times since we were children, so it is not surprising that there will be one more time!"

Hearing this, Hui You and Gongjiao let go of the little lama with an aggrieved face, Gongjiao was a sincere person, in order to make up for the wronged little lama, he directly grabbed the little guy and let him sit on his shoulder that had carried the wild boar and the snow wolf. As soon as he sat on the shoulder of the bow horn, the little lama, who had originally looked aggrieved, suddenly looked relaxed, and this treatment was obviously his patent before he was five years old.

Four people, four irrepressible excited hearts: that is the best jade they have ever seen, and perhaps after processing and forming, it will be more valuable than the priceless ancient jade that Hui You keeps playing with.

However, when the four of them came to the place where they had hidden the jade last night, they looked at each other.

The priceless jade was gone.