Thirty years later, the black, thin and thin baby has become a Langya Mountain

The uncultivated elders of the mountain temple.

The autumn wind was blowing, and the kind and kind elders sat cross-legged around the bonfire, holding a grilled fish to eat with relish.

"It's getting colder and colder." Buxiu wrapped the monk's robe on his body and said regretfully: "When it comes to winter, the fish will not be easy to catch!" ”

"Rabbits are the fattest in winter."

Langya said lightly.

"You just know?" Buxiu suddenly became excited: "For so many years, I haven't had any meat to eat in winter, and I haven't seen you catch a rabbit and come back!" ”

Langya glanced at Buxiu, and spit out four words unhurriedly: "Wine and meat monk." ”

"How can a vegetarian man like you understand the joy of eating meat!"

Buxiu rolled his eyes, then chewed the grilled fish and said inarticulately: "I think my exorcism talisman has become more sophisticated, do you want to try it?" ”

Langya didn't raise his head, picked up the bamboo pole that was stringing fish at his feet and threw it, and then, the bamboo pole with thick fingers instantly turned into his own appearance, and raised his hand towards the non-cultivation.

"Why don't you just say hello!"

Buxiu suddenly panicked, changed his kind appearance, held the unfinished grilled fish, and dodged Langya's attack in embarrassment.

After a stick of incense, he was panting and holding on to a bamboo with a thick tea bowl to beg for mercy, and Langya, who was full of murderous aura, suddenly stopped, and then instantly returned to the appearance of a bamboo pole, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Immortals fight, mortals suffer! Sin, sin! ”

While chanting the Buddha, he picked up a butterfly from the ground: "The ants are still greedy for life, but you died because of me, sin, sin!" ”

"If it weren't for my competitiveness, if I had to fight with that bamboo demon, you wouldn't have died in Huangquan and died miserably, sin, sin!"

Langya looked at the gray-blue butterfly lying in his palm, trembling slightly, and frowned, "It's not dead yet......

"Although you were cut off by the bamboo demon, all the reasons are because of me, sins, sins, ......"

Langya's ten fingers opened slightly, and a verdant bamboo leaf floated from his palm, and then flew straight towards Buxiu, flying straight into Buxiu's hand, turning into a green ghostly light, attached to the butterfly's mutilated wings.

Without repairing his hand, the butterfly fluttered up, circled twice in the air, and then landed on Langya.

The benevolent and well-intentioned uncultivated elder clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "It's so good......"

Time passed, and thirty years passed in a hurry. Elder Buxiu is already the abbot master of Banshan Temple, and Langya still looks the same.

It was the middle of winter, the snow was flying all over the sky, and there were overwhelmed bamboo branches that shook off a piece of broken jade, and straightened their waists again, but after a while, they were covered with a thick layer of snow chips.

"This year, there is one in eighty!"

In the bamboo forest, in the snow, the beard and hair are all white, and the abbot who wears a big red robe and Langya, who wears a blue brocade robe, sit opposite each other guarding a bonfire.

"The old man is eighty years old this year!"

Without repairing, the pottery cup with snowflakes falling next to him took a sip of wine, and then sighed abruptly.

Langya's hand holding the pot paused, and a wisp of wine spilled out of the cup.

"Your heart is in turmoil."

Langya waved his sleeves expressionlessly, and a huge enchantment opened in an instant, isolating the wind and snow.

"It's okay, the old man is not afraid of the wind and snow today!"

"It's time for that...... It's okay to blow some wind! ”

Langya's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Ha, look at that scares you!" Buxiu smiled and shook his head, like a kind elder.

"Is it today?"

"yes!" Buxiu nodded and said, "That's why I came to say goodbye to you." I'm afraid that tomorrow, you won't see me. ”

"It's just a half-mountain temple, and it can't stop me."

"But I'm a monk! When the monk passes away, there will be a Buddha who will be introduced, and if you go, your soul will be scattered! ”

Don't cultivate the way with a smile.

Langya picked up the pottery cup and drank it all with a full glass of wine.

"Oh, this is the bamboo leaf green you gave me, but I am not allowed to drink it all!"

Buxiu hurriedly snatched the wine jug from Langya's hand, eagerly looking like a child who was afraid of being robbed of his beloved things.

Carefully caged the wine jug into his arms, and said with a smile: "It's just a stinky skin, why be sad!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo cane beside him and handed it to Langya, saying, "Over the years, my legs and feet have been inconvenient, but thanks to you giving me this thing, I can walk as usual." In the past, I didn't know the value of this thing with my naked eyes, but now I know that I will return the original thing! ”

Seeing that Langya was silent, Buxiu took out a razor from his arms and gestured at the bamboo cane.