The honest monk did want to go to the north of the village, but he didn't want to join in the fun, but to go to the temple in the north of the village.

Along the way, the honest monk looked at the scenery in the village and always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness.

In most cases, the house is built on the south side and the north side, emphasizing the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, the red bird in the front, and the Xuanwu in the back. But the houses in Yashang Village are unifiedly oriented to east and west, built against the wind and water.

The people I met were even more strange, looking at their clothes, they should all be from the village, but looking at their body shape and footwork, they all seemed to have skills.

You'll have to find a way to verify it!

In front of him was a downhill step, and a middle-aged man walked in front of him, no more than two or three steps apart.

The honest monk rolled his eyes and had an idea in his heart.

He took out his mobile phone and pretended to take pictures, but his feet were empty, and his body staggered and pounced on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't look back, took a step to the left, and his two arms reached out, already supporting the honest monk.

"Thank you so much. The honest monk said busily, the expression on his face was indeed very sincere.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "You're here to play, the roads in the village are not easy to walk, so be careful." ”

The honest monk thanked him again, and the middle-aged man waved his hand and left.

The honest monk looked at his figure, thoughtful, quick and agile, his arms were solid and powerful, and there was a thick layer of calluses on both sides of his palm, which was really kung fu.

After turning another corner, the entrance of the temple appeared in front of him, the temple door was open, and the honest monk stepped in.

Most of the temples in mountain villages are dedicated to Bodhisattvas or land, in order to bless the villagers with peace and health, wind and rain, but this temple is actually a pair of official puppets. This pair of official puppets is not a god, but a male and female statue in ancient costumes. Even more strange is that the statues are not human figures but ghost statues.

In front of the statue, there is an offering table, on which there are incense candles, tributes, and a few budding apricot blossoms.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, the honest monk untied a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, which was given to him by the old monk three months ago.

Three months ago, Xingdian knew that he was not far from the deadline, so he called the honest monk to his side: "Honest, I have a best friend in the rivers and lakes for the teacher, and the people in the rivers and lakes call the half-human and half-ghost Xuanyuan Three Swords......"

"Why is he called Xuanyuan Three Swords, is it because he can only have three swords?" Before Xing Dian's words could be finished, he was interrupted by the honest monk.

"No, it's because he's only lost twice in his life. ”

The honest monk blinked and said with a smile: "If he loses again, won't he be called Xuanyuan Four Swords?"

Xingdian smiled and said, "I asked him the same question, and he said that the name Xuanyuan Sanjian is very good, and he doesn't want to change it anymore." ”

"And what kind of person is he?"

"Grave keeper. ”

"Grave keeper?" repeated the honest monk puzzled.

"There is a tiger head mountain in the southwest of Beijing, which is named because its peak resembles a tiger's head. There is a small village on Hutou Mountain, called Yashang Village, and Yashang Village is the place where the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes bury their swords. Gai Nie of the Warring States, Worm Da of the Western Han Dynasty, Pei Min of the Tang Dynasty and other swordsmanship masters have buried their swords here. Therefore, burying a sword in Yashang Village has become the dream of all sword masters on the rivers and lakes. ”

"What does this have to do with the grave keeper?"

"The swords buried there can be called divine weapons, and they will inevitably arouse the covetousness of others, and the mission of the Xuanyuan family is to protect the sword mound and protect these famous swords, so they are called tomb keepers. ”

He reached out and took a string of Buddhist beads and handed it to the honest monk: "Honest, you listen to me first, and if you encounter trouble that you can't solve in the future, go to Yashang Village to find Xuanyuan Sanjian." There is a temple entrance in the north of the cliff village, three steps to the left hand of the entrance, there is a dark grid on the wall, put this string of Buddhist beads, he will leave the time and place of meeting. ”

The honest monk frowned: "Old monk, what do you mean by this, how do I feel that you seem to be arranging the aftermath." ”

Xingdian nodded and said, "Time is running out for the teacher, and I have to go to meet my Buddha." ”

"Old monk, you must be joking with me, you must be lying to me, right?"

"Life is not joyful, and death is not sad. Xingdian sighed, and then said: "Although you grew up in the temple since you were a child, you can stand on the threshold with the Buddha even if the fate is over, if you don't enter or leave, it is both evil and good. As a teacher, I only hope that you will be honest in the future, do things honestly, and never forget your original intention. ”

The honest monk retracted his thoughts, took three steps to the left, faced the wall, and gently patted it with his hand.

Suddenly, a stone brick popped out of the wall two inches, and there was a groove in the stone brick. The honest monk put the beads into the groove and then pushed the stone bricks back into place.

After doing all this, the honest monk withdrew from the temple gate. Because he thought of the old monk, he looked a little dazed, and accidentally knocked down a person.

It's a woman!

Only a woman's chest would be so full.

"I'm sorry. The honest monk stretched out his hand and instinctively wanted to pull her.

The moment she saw the honest monk, Xia Qianxue's face changed suddenly.

"Bastard, it's you!"

At the same time, the honest monk also noticed Xia Qianxue, he was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly: "Are you Xia Qianxue?" Then his eyes widened, and he shouted incredibly: "You are really Xia Qianxue......!

Xia Qianxue was a little stunned, isn't this person the damn little monk, but looking at his appearance, it is clearly the first time he has seen me, but he is still a brainless fan.

"It's so touching to be so close to an idol. ”

Is he really not a little monk, but how can there be two people in the world who look so similar.

"Yes...... Can you sign it for me?"

Xia Qianxue stood up from the ground and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring a pen." ”

"It's okay, if you can talk to me for a while, I feel the greatest happiness. ”

"I'm still in a hurry to film, you see?"

"How can I let you go alone, this poor country, if you encounter a robbery, how dangerous it is. ”

It's really a headache to meet such a fan, Xia Qianxue helplessly explained: "The director has a request, you can't take people to visit casually." ”

The honest monk scolded angrily: "Which bastard director is this?"

"My dad. Xia Qianxue said with some displeasure.

The anger on the honest monk's face disappeared, and he was replaced with a flattering smile: "I didn't expect it to be his old man, if he said it, it naturally makes sense." ”

Xia Qianxue sighed and said, "That's it, I'll take you over, you can only watch from a distance, you can't go to the crew." ”

"That's wonderful!" exclaimed the honest monk happily.

Xia Qianxue stared at the honest monk, and suddenly said coldly: "Little monk, stop acting, you have been seen through by me!"