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Daisetsuzan Mountain. Before the morning sun rises, the low chanting sound has resounded on the shore of Cangyang Lake. In the morning class, the lamas bow down in the direction of the rising sun.

The handsome young lama walked out of the room where the elder lived, looked at the sky, looked back at the top of the snow-capped mountain, and said to himself, "It's time to rain again!"

After speaking, a gentle drizzle fell from the sky. The rain has never been able to stop the lamas' pilgrimage to the Buddha.

A morning rain.

The young lama walked alone from the main hall to the shore of Nachangyang Lake, the rain stopped, and the sun rose in the east.

A seven-colored rainbow stood in the distance on the lake, as colorful and colorful as the world below the mountain.

Before he had dropped his shoes and socks, he stepped into the water, and the cool water flooded his ankles, and then his knees, and finally to his waist.

He took a handful of water from the lake and threw it in his face.

It is as cool as the stream at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, but it is less sweet and more Buddha-like.

Countless ripples suddenly rippled on the surface of the water, and the surface of the lake, which was originally as flat as a mirror, shook violently, like an earthquake.

"Wow"!

From the surface of the water stood a big white-haired fellow, with his feet erect, standing in front of the young lama, like a giant beast in ancient mythology.

The young lama was not afraid at all, stretched out his hand and snapped his hand, and the big guy with white hair actually roared in a low voice and leaned up, and finally put his huge head on the young lama's palm, like a spoiled child to his family.

"From Kunlun to Daxue Mountain, the distance of thousands of miles can be regarded as difficult for you. The young lama, whose lips were getting denser, gently stroked the white bear's head, and the white bear squinted at the bear's eyes as if he understood, and rubbed his huge head in the palm of the boy's palm.

The young man who had been thinking about Li Yundao, who was thousands of miles away, returned to the shore and thought about the unique thoughts of young people. The white bear sat by in his mimic, holding his cheeks, but perhaps it was thinking of the fat fish under the lake.

"Xiaobai, what do you say Brother Yun Dao is doing now?" Shili Gyatso thought for a long time, and finally threw the question to Bai Xiong, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

The white bear came up, his thick nostrils spewed a hot breath, but he was gently pushed away by Shili: "You live a simple life, so it's actually good, don't think about the place in the past, don't think about the people in the past." So, you see it or not, I'm right there, not sad or happy!"

The white bear seemed to understand again, and the huge head and clumsy movements made the young lama who took off his shoes and socks and sat on the shore of Cangyang Lake laugh.

One man and one beast, after playing for a while, the white bear dived back into the water to fish, and Shili sat on the shore, reaching out to catch the rising sun, squinting and smiling.

Everything is fine here, have you ever thought of me, the greatest king of the snowy lands?

Sorrow spread on the shore of the lake, and the bright sun seemed to be light, and even the lake began to rise like a mist.

Wow, it was the white bear that surfaced again.

It's just that this time the bear has a fat fish in its mouth.

With its four paws moving, it swam over, its small round eyes looking at the young lama in front of it. It placed the fish next to Shili and quietly dived into the water.

The action is funny, but the emotion is simple and sincere.

The sorrow slowly faded with the sun, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The white bear, which had been chasing the fish in the lake when it was full, finally climbed ashore and lay down beside Shili, the lake water dripping from its fur. It stuck out its tongue, and wanted to lick the young man next to it with its tongue several times, but it was blocked by the soft force of the ten forces.

"I told you that you have barbs on your tongue that hurt people. Shili gently patted the big white bear he called Xiaobai, "Don't worry, in a few moments, in a few moments, I can go down the mountain and cultivate the merits of the red world." ”

Jiangxi, a mountain on the bank of a river, a ladder stretches from the river to the blue sky. The white clouds floated past the mountainside, and a tall man was on the ladder of the sky, and he could cross more than ten steps in one step, walking like flying. Immediately behind him was a huge Caucasian fighting dog, with strong hind legs, and a slight kick was more than ten steps.

Finally, the man and the dog came to a platform on the mountainside, and watched the clouds float in front of them, their faces were not red, and their hearts were not beating.

At the foot of the mountain, a white-bearded man with a hunched waist walked up the ladder step by step, as if doing a very pious thing.

The Caucasian dog lay on the edge of the platform, stretched out its tongue and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The man also stood on the platform, his arms hanging down at his side, and his expression was simple.

The old road walked leisurely, and the one person and one dog were not in a hurry or impatient.

A figure shot straight down from the blue clouds on the top of the mountain, and almost instantly came to the platform.

The man and the dog seemed to be extremely afraid of the cute little Dao Gu who had just appeared on the platform, and moved a few more steps in the direction of the mountain.

A carved wooden hairpin inserted into the bun of the little Daogu leaned her hands next to her mouth in the shape of a trumpet: "Zhang Wuji, you hurry up for me, rubbing the ground, aren't you afraid that I will rob you of the things in your arms." ”

The old man on the mountain road suddenly had a touch of surprise on his originally extremely leisurely face, and then his body was slightly short, and he was on one foot, and in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed hundreds of steps and came to the mountainside platform, with a smile on his face: "Little aunt, the third volume of the Book of Heaven?"

Xiao Daogu, who already looked like a girl, frowned slightly: "It's still a little close." Tell me about the situation first. ”

Lao Dao didn't know why, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not bad, this trip to Daxue Mountain was not in vain." ”

The girl grabbed Lao Dao's sleeve: "Letter to him?"

Lao Dao nodded hurriedly: "Of course, of course." ”

The girl stretched out her hand and said, "Reply." ”

Lao Dao looked dazed: "What reply?"

The girl's face began to turn pale: "It's a reply!"

Lao Dao scratched his head, suddenly sighed, and took out a pocket jade carving from his sleeve, the jade carving was lifelike, and it was no different from the girl in the Taoist robe at this time.

The girl happily took the jade carving, carefully studied it, and then carefully put it into her arms, and looked at the old Wuji Dao: "What did he say?"

Lao Dao said: "Then he can't go to the capital conference this time." ”

The girl sighed: "What else?"

Lao Dao scratched his ears and cheeks: "Hmm...... This one...... That ......"

The girl frowned: "Have you seen anyone?"

Lao Dao nodded hurriedly: "Of course I saw it." ”

The girl looked at Lao Dao suspiciously: "Really?"

Lao Dao scratched his head: "I saw it, but it was too far away......"

If it weren't for the ups and downs of watching him go through the ups and downs all the way, the girl almost smashed a few thunderbolts on the head of this old man: "Why don't you get closer?"

Lao Dao smiled bitterly: "I ...... the rules that outsiders are not allowed to enter under the rules laid down by the first master of the Kagyu sect I...... Alas, it's not that you can't force in, but there's no need for it!"

Zhang Xiaoman tilted his head and thought for a while: "I see, then how did this jade carving give it to you?"

Lao Dao laughed: "The little guy has a big white bear, which is twice as big as this guy's size. Lao Dao pointed to the Caucasian dog.

Zhang Xiaoman clapped his hands and shouted: "Big White Bear, okay, okay, next time let him take the Big White Bear down the mountain to play." ”

Lao Dao smiled bitterly, but he could only nod yes.

"By the way, what about the other people under the mountain, is Li Yundao's official a big deal?" Zhang Xiaoman said with a smile, "He promised me, in the future, when he becomes a big official, under his rule, he will build a dragon and tiger temple for us, and when the time comes, we will collectively move to the dragon and tiger temple." ”

Lao Dao's eyes widened, and he didn't know when the kid gave the promise, the aunt and grandmother actually took it seriously, you must know that there are countless Taoist priests on this Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and the incense is prosperous, if you really move away, wouldn't the ancestor be punished by heaven?

"It's not bad, it's not big, it's not too small, but if you want to build a dragon and tiger view, you have to wait for another seventy or eighty years. Zhang Wuji smiled.

"Okay, I'll wait for a hundred years. Zhang Xiaoman smiled, turned around and went up the mountain, and in a blink of an eye, more than 100 steps were already behind him.

The old Dao looked at the figure of Xiao Dao Gu who was like a fairy, and stroked his beard with great satisfaction and smiled: "The three volumes of the Book of Heaven are really extraordinary. ”

Glancing at the man and the dog again, the old man smiled and said, "Let's go, go back, just in time for dinner." ”

It was also the word dinner that stimulated the person and the dog, and without waiting for the old way to give an order, he stepped on the ladder mountain road.

The mountain top Tibetan scripture pavilion, the ninth floor of nine turns and eighteen turns, idlers are not close.

The little Taoist boy who won the favor of the little ancestor nibbled on a plump pear, and a gust of wind passed in front of him, and the cute and elegant little Taoist boy looked up at the little ancestor who was sitting next to the dressing mirror.

Dao Tong, who was not yet three years old, leaned over curiously.

"Little Ancestor!" Dao Tong pointed to the jade carving, and he recognized that it was exactly what the master looked like, "It's so beautiful!"

The corners of Xiaoman's lips lifted slightly, and he hugged the childish boy on his lap: "Is it really beautiful?"

Dao Tong nodded firmly: "It's as beautiful as the little ancestor." ”

Xiaoman laughed happily: "Count him as having a conscience." ”

Xiao Daotong was puzzled, but his attention was quickly attracted by a silk scroll on the table.

He stretched out his small pink hand to touch the scroll, but at the moment when he was about to touch it, he was blocked by a soft force.

Xiao Man pinched Xiao Daotong's nose: "This is not something you can watch now." ”

She let Xiao Daotong put it down, put the jade carving on the silk scroll, folded her hands together, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and playfully spat a few saliva bubbles.

A young Taoist priest who is not of high rank but very talented in alchemy called downstairs: "Little leather ball, small leather ball......"

Xiao Daotong climbed to her lap again, and said with a look of grievance: "Last night...... Again...... I was ordered to wet the bed again......"

The little ancestor in his eyes leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, picked up the little guy and walked downstairs.

The eighth floor, a place where ordinary Taoists would not normally come.

When the young Taoist saw the little guy shrunk in the arms of the Zhangjiao, he was anxious: "Little leather ball, don't be rude......"

This little ancestor, who was extremely tall in Dragon Tiger Mountain, smiled: "It's okay. ”

She put the little leather ball down, and the little one glanced timidly at his master, but found that the master, who would always beat his ass after wetting the bed, would always bend very low in front of the little grandfather.

When he got down from the tower, the young master carried the little Taoist boy on his back.

Xiao Piqiu asked, "Master, is the little ancestor very powerful?"

The master said, "That's natural, and the master is a master." ”

Little Ball asked, "How tall?"

Master said, "It's about as high as this mountain." ”

Little Leather Ball nodded happily: "That's really high!"

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