The little monk said: "Don't benefactor, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and in such a continuous autumn rain, the mountain road is slippery, and you can't walk." The white-haired man smiled and said, "That's okay, I'm also used to walking mountain roads, and the little master only needs to tell me where the abbot is in the mountains." The little monk was helpless, went out and pointed to a cluster of greenery on the mountain and said, "Only over there, the donor will go, be careful of your step." ”

The white-haired man held up a bamboo paper umbrella and went out through the side door, and a winding and narrow stone hewn mountain road steps were in front of the door, and he walked up the steps, not knowing that the mountain peaks that did not look very high seemed to be endless.

That piece of verdant is a pine forest, which was also planted by Qian Chengkong alone for more than ten years, and now it is the thickness of the bowl, and there are countless pine needles and pine nuts scattered underground, which are soft when stepped on.

Walking through the pine forest, I saw an old monk picking up pine cones under the tree, and I saw him coming up from a distance, straightened up, and smiled peacefully: "Where did the guest come from?" The white-haired man nodded as a salute: "The name of Master Jiumu is from thousands of miles away, from Qianzhong, just for a glimpse of the master's demeanor." ”

Monk Chengkong clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, the monks were originally practicing to escape the world, why did they have any reputation? The white-haired man smiled, took a big gourd from his back and handed it to Chengkong: "Does the master drink?" Chengkong smiled and said: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. The poor monk's Taoism is low, and it can't be compared to the dragon arhat!"

The white-haired man laughed again, opened the gourd by himself, and poured a large sip of wine. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and squirted, and a wine arrow shot through the rain curtain and shot towards the clear front door. Chengkong was stunned, but he recited a Buddha name in a low voice: "Amitabha." The wine arrow was about to reach the end of his nose, and suddenly with a thud he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The old monk of Chengkong did not change his face, and still smiled: "What a handsome martial arts, this trick flies down three thousand feet, as far as the poor monk knows, only Chun Yu Chunshu can do it in the world...... Is that you?" the white-haired man didn't answer, but took another big sip of wine, and shot an arrow into the air on his back, like a white lightning bolt, through the sky.

The white-haired man is Wang Feng's uncle, Ji Tiansheng's uncle Chun Yu Chunshu, he just saw the plum blossom at the gate of the temple, and he had doubts in his heart, could it be that this Chengkong monk turned out to be that person? That person's disguise technique is unparalleled in the world, even if he pretends to be an old monk, he may not be able to see it, so as soon as he comes up, he first uses wine arrows to test Chengkong.

Seeing that Chengkong did not dodge or dodge, he went to the suspicion in his heart. Because if that person sees him coming, even if he does not panic, he will inevitably show a trace of uneasiness. Seeing that his own shot is a ruthless move, and it is impossible not to dodge. But this Chengkong monk is really amazing, he clearly recognizes his unique tricks, and dares to deal with it so calmly.

Chengkong stroked his palms and smiled: "Sure enough, Mr. Chun Yu is here, Mr. Chun Yu shot at the poor monk without saying a word, presumably he also saw the plum blossom mark on the plaque at the entrance of the temple, so he was a little suspicious?" Chun Yu Chunshu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled: "The master even recognizes the origin of that plum blossom?"

Chengkong nodded and smiled: "The eldest grandson Shen Zhen old man is also in Baichuan, hehe, how did so many masters come to the small Baichuan City?" he clapped his hands as he spoke, beckoned Chun Yuchun to go under a big pine tree with lush foliage, moved two big stones with his hand, and found a square one to put in the middle.

These stones are not big, but they are not small, they always look like they are one hundred and eighty pounds, he is thin and weak, but he moves with his hands, and his martial arts can also be seen. Chun Yu Chunshu smiled, and the big lama walked over and sat down on a stone, no matter what the origin of this Chengkong monk was, just sit and watch the changes.

Chengkong took out a purple sand teapot from the bamboo basket on one side, and two teacups, both of which were placed on the square stone in the middle. He took out some tea leaves and put them in the teapot, and went to pick up a pot of mountain spring water. But he didn't collect firewood to boil water, in fact, it was raining continuously, and there was nowhere to look for dry firewood, just holding it in his hand.

Chun Yu Chunshu saw that his right hand holding the teapot suddenly turned red like a flame, and couldn't help but be taken aback, could it be that this is the legendary flame palm? But after a while, the teapot in the hand of the monk Chengkong made a sneering sound, and after a while, it was the sound of boiling water, the lid of the pot was flipped, and bursts of white gas rushed out.

He actually boiled a pot of water with the palm of his hand, and this martial art was really shocking. Chun Yu Chunshu said: "This is the flame palm, hehe, the master of Chengkong is surnamed Zhang?" Chengkong smiled: "Zhang Baikong in the world, the Chengkong monk of Dongshan Temple, are just a passing name, why should Mr. Chun Yu care?"

Chun Yu Chunshu nodded and smiled: "That's right, the master is not Zhang Baikong, nor is it a clear sky, but just a pine cone on the ground, and this pot of tea in the cup." Monk Chengkong smiled silently, poured the tea into the teacup, and the aroma immediately lingered, it was really good tea!

As soon as the two met, they were actually wary of each other, Chun Yu Chunshu suspected that he was the eldest grandson, and the Chengkong monk felt the fierce murderous aura on his body, and the reason why he forbearance and did not make a move was because he saw this trick flying down, and he guessed Chun Yu's identity when he landed, although Chun was acting in this person was both righteous and evil, but he was by no means indiscriminately killing innocent people, so he did not dodge, and it was indeed a false move.

At this moment, both of them knew each other's details, so they also put aside their suspicions, and they spoke much more casually. Chun Yu said: "Since you have seen the mark of that old guy, why are you not allowed to erase it from the apprentices, and how can you endure him being presumptuous here? Even if you escape into the empty door, won't the Buddhist family have an Arhat to eliminate evil and subdue demons?"

Monk Chengkong said: "This person is out of nowhere, and I am a monk, how can I look for him all over the city? He left a mark at the gate of my temple, but it may not be aimed at me, but it just means that he is active in the vicinity and warns idlers not to disturb, hehe, this eldest grandson is scabies, and he is even more shameless when he gets old, isn't this equivalent to a dog peeing and demarcating the territory?"

Chun Yu Chunshu smiled: "Even so, can you bear him peeing in front of your door?" Chengkong monk smiled: "You don't have to provoke me, I have been a monk for more than ten years, and I will not be angry for such a trivial matter? That's what he said, but his long eyebrows were flying, his mouth was foaming, and the majestic spirit of the year was still there.

It has been more than ten years since he escaped into the empty door, but he felt guilty because he had done a big wrong thing. Feeling that only by being a monk and worshipping the Buddha every day can he eliminate his sins, so he simply shaved his hair and asked a senior monk in Wutai Mountain to help him light the ring scar, and since then he has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and devoted himself to penance.

But others have indeed done a lot of good deeds in Buddhism, but their hearts have never been able to settle down. Everyone said that he was a high monk, but he knew that this was all superficial work, and he was far from enlightenment and meditation. Today, it is rare to meet the old people in the rivers and lakes, so I no longer pretend, and when I talk and laugh, the heroic spirit has been revealed.

At the beginning, Zhang Baikong was a famous prodigal son in Jiangnan, and his actions were also bohemian, but they were nothing more than some romantic stories, and he never lost money on the big festivals, so his reputation was still quite good. At that time, Chun Yu Chunshu was also not long after his debut, one of the two was in Jiangnan and the other was in Guizhou, they had been famous for a long time, and they both admired each other, but they had never met. When I see it today, it is inevitable that it will be a bit of a reunion of old friends.

When he was young, he was a powerful figure, but now although he is in his twilight years, his ambition is still unfinished. He saw Chun Yu Chunshu revealing his peerless learning, which was so subtle, and he admired it in his heart, but he couldn't help but reveal his flame palm kung fu, which was considered to be a lesson or two with him, and the heart of winning was still like when he was young, and what kind of pure heart cultivation was originally pretended.

He was actually quite angry when he saw the plum blossom at the gate of the temple, but in front of his apprentices, he was naturally not angry, and he really sulked after going back. The eldest grandson Shen Zhen, this ghost, actually bullied me in front of my empty door, is it unbearable!

But after thinking about it again, I was already a monk, and I couldn't care about anything anymore. If he knew that he was Zhang Baikong, he would not dare to be so reckless, although your eldest grandson Shen Zhen is strong in martial arts and full of wisdom, but I am not so easy to provoke!

After thinking about it, I decided to put up with it. I've been here for more than ten years, and I've been away from the rivers and lakes for so long, and I really don't want to get involved in these inexplicable battles anymore. As long as your eldest grandson Shen Ji doesn't come to my Dongshan Temple anymore to make trouble, I will just turn a blind eye.

It's just that I wonder why this notorious old devil will appear in the small Shirakawa City, and today I was even more surprised to see Chunyu Haruki also coming, these two people are natural opponents, and the grievances and grievances between them have been going on for a long time. Zhang Baikong also knows some rumors in the rivers and lakes, but this is a matter of people's privacy, he is extremely curious, but it is not easy to ask in person.

It's just that these two people are incompatible, and they appear in this small city at the same time, so I'm afraid that it will cause a big fight again. I have been lonely for a long time, and I haven't seen such a lively scene for a long time, and I can't help but feel a little excited when I think about it. What does Chun Yu Haruki mean that he doesn't know, he just wants him to help and deal with this old devil together.

The eldest grandson has done a lot of evil, and he has died innocently, and there is no problem for everyone to be punished. But since you're Chun Yu Chun came forward, then why don't I sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight? Watching a play is always more comfortable than acting. So no matter how Chun Yu Chunshu instigated him, he always smiled and didn't answer, or he just gave him a monk to talk about him......

Chun Yu Chunshu came to Dongshan Temple, originally heard that this Chengkong monk's good name came to visit the meeting, saw the plum blossom at the door, and suspected that he was the eldest grandson Shen Zhen, but did not want this monk to be the prodigal son Zhang Baikong, who was famous in the past, and it was really unexpected.

He knew Zhang Baikong's ability, and with his help, it would be easy to deal with the eldest grandson, but this guy was as slippery as a loach, and he just didn't give him the truth. I don't know if he was so slippery before, or if he became bad after becoming a monk? But of course, this matter cannot be forced, so I have to chat with him and never mention the matter of the eldest grandson Shen Ji again.