Bamboo forest, thatched house. A grass and a tree return to the basics, this place seems to be a fairyland out of the world, making people reverie and stunned.

"Is there really a spirit in the deep mountains, is it a fairy? or a ghost?" Mo Cang couldn't help but be apprehensive, the immortal forbidden life and death were only in a moment, even if she was afraid in her heart.

The three of them walked through the bamboo forest to the thatched house, and in front of them was a courtyard surrounded by a small fence.

In front of the door, there is a doll. He was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a red shirt and blue shorts, with a sagging belt, covered in dirt, like a little landlord. There are two fluffy hair balls tied on the top of his head, lined with a white little round face, childish, red mouth and white teeth, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, porcelain doll-like, and he is very handsome.

The boy raised his eyebrows and pinched his waist to look at the two of them and Mo Cang, who condensed the black shadow, and was not surprised at the appearance of the three "people".

"Women have seen a few, but this is the first time I have seen a female soul of such an age......"

The milky and old-fashioned words made the three of them petrified on the spot, and Mo Cang was so angry that he scolded Huangkou Xiaoer, and he wanted to teach him a hard lesson.

The boy didn't care, and said casually: "I'm not called Huangkou Xiao'er, I have a name, called Zhengjue, which is much better than the name of an old woman like you." ”

"Old woman...... Auntie and grandma have to slaughter your kid today to drink, can't ......" Mo Cang gritted his teeth in anger, if it wasn't for Jiang Chang'an to stop him, the Dao technique in his hand would have been sealed.

Ignoring the angry Mo Cang, Zhengjue's gaze fell directly on the face of the monk Yinian, and he looked at it for a long time, and said to himself in surprise: "It's really strange, the handsome monk not only really has, but also has exactly the same ......."

Yi Nian asked in surprise: "Exactly the same?

Unexpectedly, the little boy also ignored him at all, and turned his gaze to Jiang Chang'an again, looking back and forth from head to toe three or two times, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared on his face.

After circling around twice, he jumped in front of Jiang Changan, facing each other at a distance of only half a foot, and looked at it for a long time before shaking his head and retreating, the childish joke on his face seemed to disappear in an instant, his posture was respectful, he pointed to the sky with one hand, and asked:

"Dare to ask this son, on this day, is it white or black?"

God, is it white? Is it black?

Since ancient times, no one has asked this question, and no one has thought about it, after all, where the sky is, no matter how many years have passed, the sun rises and the moon sets, and black and white change.

It's like a question that a three-year-old can answer, but no adult can easily answer.

The three of them instinctively looked up, and the sky was clear for 90,000 miles near dusk, on the side of the west mountain

A little crimson dyes the green forest.

The boy seemed to have turned back into an innocent child in an instant, scratching his head embarrassedly and laughing: "This question was once asked to me by a strange person, I have never been able to think of an answer, this day, is it white or black? If you answer, I will take you to see Mr., if you can't answer, you will be eaten alive by A-Qing, I promise, there will be no bones left." ”

Saying that, Zhengjue pointed to a towering mountain peak behind several people, and everyone found that the peak that pierced into the clouds was densely covered with green scales, bright as golden armor, with a lilac halo under the afterglow of the sunset, and the green tendons on it were like dragons all over, towering into the sky, in the hazy clouds, it was faintly visible that Fang Cai was still holding the Buddha shrine, and now Jiang Chang'an had shaved off a scaly cyan claw, rolling in the sea of clouds, which was terrifying.

This mountain peak is only one foot of a strange beast, and the name of this strange beast must be "Ah Qing" in the mouth of the child.

Yi Nian muttered in a low voice: "The 'sir' in this thatched house is really so powerful, even if we would have appeared here, what is the purpose of using this strange beast to take us captive?

"Name...... Oh, Mr. is sir, sir prophet, everything in the world is unknown, you weird person why do you ask so much, just answer the questions honestly. The boy was a little impatient, obviously he didn't know the names, ages, causes, and consequences of the people in the thatched house.

"Whatever, the deity has to answer the question, and personally go and question the wild ghost in this house to see what kind of goods it is. Mo Cang snorted: "Is the sky black or white? It's also daytime now, of course it's white." ”

"Wrong. Xiao Tong said directly.

Yi Nian chuckled and said: "Heaven is colorless, but in fact, it is chaotic yin and yang, giving birth to all things, and it is the true color of all things." ”

"Or how to say that he is a monk, the sophistic argument is really very human, but unfortunately, it is also wrong. The child just smiled and shook his head, staring intently at the white-haired young man in front of him, who had remained silent, expecting him to give a satisfactory answer.

Jiang Changan was also looking up at the sky, the sun was setting, and the sky was as red as the fire, but it was extremely cold on his body.

After a long pause, he asked rhetorically, "Is man born good or evil?"

The boy was slightly stunned, his facial features suddenly twisted again, and his eyes glanced around: "This ...... You...... You are really, I want you to solve my doubts, but instead of answering, you have made me have one more thing on my mind, hmph, come in with me, sir is waiting for you. ”

Say goodbye, turn around

leaned his waist and walked towards the thatched house, muttering to himself: "It turned out to be half blind, no wonder you can't even tell if the sky is white or black, look at how you look like a talent, it's a pity, alas...... A woman who has lived for 100,000 years, the most handsome monk, a white-haired one-eyed monster, today is really weird, it's weird......"

The inside of the thatched hut is more simple than the outside of the thatched hut, with a colorful incense burner and a hay futon, but there is more than one person in the thatched hut.

One old and one young.

An elderly Taoist priest, a young monk.

The old Taoist man had white hair, sat cross-legged on a futon, saw a few people coming, got up and said: "Your guests are coming, I can't welcome you from afar." ”

Only then did the three of them understand the meaning of these words, the old man's white robe was empty, and he had no feet, so he naturally couldn't go out to greet him.

But this doesn't make anyone underestimate him, the immortal forbidden to build such a thatched house, just like walking on the top of Mount Tai, this is definitely a generation of strange people, not like the thousand eyes of the immortal spirit is disclosed, more like has reached the realm of returning to the basics, not touching the world but standing in the world, not belonging to the red dust but is the red dust, several people are afraid of the unknown, at this time they are surprisingly calm.

Looking at the young monk standing beside him, who was obviously also a guest, his handsome face was exactly the same as Yinian.

"This ...... No wonder the doll said that there were not only handsome monks, but also exactly the same. Mo Cang looked at it, then looked at the monk standing beside Lao Dao, looked back and forth a few times, and finally found the difference between the three people.

The Buddha's clothes are no different from ordinary people, if it were not for a monk's posture and the Buddhist beads around his neck, he would not be able to see that he was a monk at all, just like a pious pilgrim.

And the monk always wore a dark yellow robe without interruption, although it was spotless, it had long been worn out like a beggar, and even then he was unaware of it, but he enjoyed it, like an ascetic with an optimistic heart.

But the monk in front of him is different, with short hair, wearing a gold-threaded silkworm robe inside, a brocade robe outside, tiger skin boots, a jade belt around his waist, and a copper smell.

If you have to say one thing in common, that is, behind the luxuriously dressed, there is also a bamboo basket bookcase, from which the breath of Zu Bodhi vaguely seeps out.

The monk smiled evilly and said: "I didn't expect you and I to meet again after tens of thousands of years in this immortal forbidden desperate situation. ”

His style and speech are all contrary to the "Buddha".

"Long time no see, please. ”