In the far north of the continent, there is a nameless mountain, with lush trees and foggy tops, like a fairyland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info However, there is a temple on the top of the mountain, which is not too big, a little dilapidated, but there is a large hall and five or six meditation rooms. There is no Buddha statue in the main hall, only a Buddha seat is placed there.

In the backyard, a little monk is scooping water from one tank into another with a wooden scoop, while an old monk sits on a rocking chair and sways it, his eyes closed, very leisurely.

In this temple, there are only two people, the little monk and the old monk, who live an ordinary life every day. According to the old monk, the little monk was snatched from the wolf's mouth when he returned from an outing. Hardly anyone came, except for three, two men and one woman, but they all came home in disappointment. The little monk also heard from the master that he had a teacher, but he didn't know where he went.

After the little monk was brought back, he has been practicing with the old monk and has never gone down the mountain. At first, I didn't think about going down the mountain. It wasn't until the old monk asked him to read that the little monk was attracted by the world outlined in the book, and he drooled when he thought about things like rock sugar gourds and glass buns. It wasn't until I went to the stream halfway up the mountain to play, picked up a fish in the snow and boiled it, and after tasting it, I wanted to go down the mountain and eat all the delicacies in the world. Later, the little monk learned from the "Qi Zhi" that this fish is called the snow fish, and when it snows, it will jump out of the river and bury itself in the snow for hibernation. It contains the essence of extreme cold, which is helpful to practitioners.

"Master, why is our temple called Shenyin Temple?" The little monk tilted his head and asked, his hand not stopping.

The old monk didn't answer, but asked, "Why do you want to scoop the water around?"

"I'm bored."

"If you're bored, go and practice."

"But I'll do it all."

The corner of the old monk's mouth twitched, "But your realm is too low." ”

"Oh."

The little monk practiced the gong and ran to the backyard again. "Master, it's still boring."

"If you want to go further in the martial arts, you can't do it without perseverance and perseverance. If you fish for three days and dry nets for two days, how can you inherit the mantle of being a teacher? The old monk was a little annoyed.

"Master, when it comes to fish, the Tibetan snow fish in the middle of the mountain is extremely delicious. Especially when stewed, the soup tastes extremely delicious, and you can also increase your strength, hey, master, don't look at me like that, don't you know what snow fish is? The master also told me to read more, it turned out that the master was illiterate, illiteracy is not terrible, what is terrible is ...... Ah, master, don't start beating people..."The little monk ran outside, and the old monk chased him out with a stick, "It turns out that you little rabbit stole my fish, stop me, don't run..."

In the end, the old monk chased after the little monk, and the little monk received a few sticks on his buttocks, and screamed in pain. "Let's see if you dare in the future." "Master, I was wrong, I promise I won't dare." The little monk muttered in his heart: "I will definitely not go after I have eaten it secretly."

The next day, the little monk practiced in the courtyard until noon. "Hey, it seems that I have been tired and thin by practicing too hard, and I have to make up for it." The little monk looked at his somewhat strong arm and said. After muttering, the little monk ran into the snow not far from the monastery. The little monk is now fifteen years old, with a strong body, not fat or thin, and he is considered a perfect figure.

Although it was winter, the little monk only wore a single coat and did not feel cold. After a while, he stepped on the snow and made a noise, the snow was not very deep, and it didn't reach the instep, and the little monk gradually slowed down. Seeing the wooden stick inserted in the snow in front of him, the little monk smiled, and then the little monk lay on the ground, buried his lower body in the snow, poked out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper and put it not far in front of his head, and then buried his upper body, leaving only two black eyeballs outside. The little monk slowly adjusted his breathing so that his airflow was absent.

After waiting for about an hour, the snow moved, no, it was a little white snake slowly, slowly crawling over, the little white snake was all white, and the snow was integrated, and it couldn't be found if you didn't look carefully. The little white snake was about to climb to the porcelain vase, but then the little white snake stopped, spit out the snake letter, and found out if there was any danger.

After confirming that there was no danger, the little white snake crawled to the edge of the porcelain bottle, and when he stretched out his head to touch the mouth of the bottle, suddenly the little monk's hand quickly grabbed the snake's neck, and the little white snake spit out the snake letter, and the snake body wrapped around the little monk's right arm. "Hehe, I've been calculating you for half a month, how can you beat me." As he spoke, the little monk put away the porcelain vase and walked back.

The little white snake was also unintentionally seen by the little monk nearby, and it was a jump at the time, how could there be a snake out in winter, and later I learned that this was the ice spirit snake, when I was young, I absorbed the cold and increased my internal strength, but I liked the smell of wood flowers, so there was a little monk to trap the little white snake.

At this time, the little monk was trying to fan the fan, and the little white snake was boiling in the pot, when the old monk walked in. "The master is here to smell the fragrance?"

"Huh? What are you cooking? ”

"This is the little snake I just caught, it should taste good, well, it smells so good." The little monk leaned in front of the pot again and sniffed it.

"The snake is all white?"

"Master, how do you know, have you seen it too... Oh, don't beat people, master..."The little monk ran out with a whizz, and the old monk chased after him with a stick. "I'm angry with me, and steal my things, see if I don't teach you a good lesson."

"Master, I don't know, I don't dare anymore. Put down the stick and talk well. ”

The little monk was still beaten with two sticks, still on the buttocks, and was now sitting on a stool drinking soup. "Master, this tastes really good." The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he continued to taste the snake soup.

"Yunyin, do you want to go down the mountain?" The old monk shook and shook in the rocking chair again.

"No, it's good on the mountain."

"Huh?"

"It's a little bit of a thought."

"Then you can go down now."

"Ah, can I really go down the mountain?" Yun Yin wanted to go down the mountain many times, but each time he ended up with a stick in his ass.

"Well, you should go outside too."

Suddenly able to go down the mountain, Yun Yin was a little stunned, a little reluctant, and a little expectant.

When Yun Yin cleaned up, there was actually nothing to clean up, so he changed clothes or two and stood in front of the temple, "Master, I'm leaving." ”

"Hmm."

"Master, I'm really leaving."

"Well, let's go."

"Master, I'm really leaving."

"What nonsense, go fast."

"That, master, I heard that the disciples of the sect will give some protective treasures or something when they go down the mountain to practice." Yun Yin rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed.

"Hmph, no." The old monk felt pain when he thought of his Tibetan snow fish and ice snake.

"I don't have any treasures or anything, but what about the money and silver, you can't make me hungry."

"No, get out of here." The old monk blew his beard and glared.

"Master, I will help you get the master back."

"You'll never see your sister again." A sigh. It's just that the little monk can't hear it anymore.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Yun Yin looked back, it was snow-capped, and the familiar temple had long been gone.

Yunyin Peak, Shenyin Temple.