Grand Master Luo Ji completely ignored the others, and his cold and lightning eyes fell directly on Xiao Fan's face.

Naturally, this is rude.

However, Grand Master Loji's age qualifies him to do so. Moreover, the true hermit did not care so much about worldly etiquette. They are often able to look beyond the external appearance of things and see the essence directly.

"Grand Master Logie!"

Xiao Fan stood still at the foot of the steps, bowing slightly.

A smile bloomed on the old monk's old face like an air-dried orange peel, like a spring breeze blowing in the harsh winter.

"Mr. Xiao is polite, please come in!"

The courtyard where Grand Master Loji lives is just as shabbyly furnished. Ascetics don't care about those external pleasures. Cultivating in a place like Kahara Temple, you can't do a show. All year round, I can't even see a few outsiders, who is the show for? Only the true eminent monks will choose to come here to practice penance and sharpen their minds.

Everyone sat down in the courtyard, there were no chairs, and each person had a futon. Lama Gyatso took matters into his own hands and served a cup of tea to the guests. It's clear tea, not butter tea. The main function of butter tea is to increase the body's heat, resist the severe cold of the plateau, and help eliminate altitude sickness. When it comes to mellowness, it is naturally not as good as real green tea.

"Which school of magic is Mr. Xiao from?"

Grand Master Logie asked with a smile, his eyes open and closed, his gaze still as intimidating as cold lightning.

Ji Qingsha is a little unaccustomed, for such an old monk, it was originally a qiē in the world. should be bearish. Such a cold look seems to be a little incompatible with the identity of the great master Luo Ji. Of course, this is just Ji Qingsha's personal feelings. Perhaps, the teachers of the snowy plateau and the monks of Middle-earth Buddhism had different goals of asceticism.

"Great Master, I am a descendant of the Wuji Sect."

"Infinite heirs?"

Grand Master Logie shrugged and changed color.

"So, what is the relationship between Mr. Xiao and Zhishui Zhenren?"

Xiao Fan hurriedly owed his body. Said respectfully: "It is the family teacher." ”

Grand Master Logie was even more surprised. He looked Xiao Fan up and down in surprise, and seemed to be a little incredulous: "Mr. Xiao is the personal disciple of Zhishui Zhenren?" However, if the old monk is not mistaken, Mr. Xiao is very young...... Although I am on the same side as the real person who stops the water. But a long time ago. When I was very young. When I traveled to the Central Plains, I heard of the famous name of Zhishui Zhenren......"

How old are you, how can you be a personal disciple of Zhishui Zhenren?

Grand Master Loji is in his old age. However, compared with the Ancestor Zhishui, he is a "young man", and if he was lucky enough to meet the real person of Zhishui back then, Grand Master Luo Ji would probably have to maintain disciple etiquette. For example, Guru Gyatso is a disciple of Grand Master Lokjee, who looks very young, but in fact he is almost fifty years old.

Ji Qingsha smiled on the side and said, "Great Master, Mr. Xiao is not only the personal disciple of the Ancestor Zhishui, but also the contemporary master of Wuji Sect!" ”

Grand Master Luo Ji was even more surprised, and once again saluted Xiao Fan, saying, "It turned out to be Xiao Zhenren, disrespectful...... According to Gyatso, Xiao Zhenren helped the Toba tribe defeat the thousand-year-old snow demon. It turned out to be the contemporary master of Wujimen, so it's no wonder. ”

Xiao Fan humbly said two sentences.

For a virtuous monk like Master Luo Ji, Xiao Fan respects him from the bottom of his heart.

"I heard Gyatso say that Xiao Zhenren and his party are preparing to go deep into the snow mountain to pursue the lair of the thousand-year-old snow demon, are they planning to completely exterminate this demon beast?"

"That's true."

Grand Master Luo Ji's expression suddenly became stern, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhenren, according to legend, this thousand-year-old snow demon is a demon spirit in the snow, and its power is infinite. With all due respect, if you were able to injure or even drive it away in the Toba tribe, you should have taken it by surprise. But you must also know that in the depths of the snowy mountains, the snow demon can exert its greatest power. However, we human beings will be affected by bad weather, and it is difficult to show our true strength. ”

Xiao Fan nodded and said, "The Great Master is right. ”

Seeing that Xiao Fan didn't mean to change his mind, Grand Master Luo Ji asked again, "Xiao Zhenren, may I ask how you can track the whereabouts of the thousand-year-old snow demon in this icy and snowy world?" ”

Xiao Fan said: "When we fought with the Snow Demon, we took advantage of its unpreparedness and left some backhands on it. As long as this snow demon is not thousands of miles away, it can detect its traces. ”

Grand Master Luo Ji said in surprise: "I didn't expect Xiao Zhenren to have such a means, Guozhen is worthy of being a great faction in Middle-earth. ”

The ascetics of the plateau, the "meditation" of cultivation, also have similar tracking methods, but that is only for ordinary people, and it is naturally far from enough to track this kind of demon beast in the snow.

Xiao Fan smiled and said two more humble words.

Grand Master Luo Ji pondered for a while, and said in a deep voice: "That's it, Xiao Zhenren, a few of you will rest for a night in Jiayuan Temple, and tomorrow morning, I will accompany you into the mountain to find the thousand-year-old snow demon." ”

Everyone was taken aback.

Tenzin Tongyi almost jumped to his feet and shouted urgently, "Great Master, how can that be? ”

Isn't it, old monk? Even if you're not a hundred years old, you'll be in your nineties. Going deep into the Snow Mountains in such a snowy weather, are you joking with us? Do you make sure you can walk a mile out of the temple gates?

It is already remarkable that an ordinary ninety-year-old man can walk a few hundred meters on his own without help when the wind is beautiful. Even if Grand Master Luo Ji is a profound cultivator, has superb internal skills, and is the most famous hermit in the snowy plateau, everyone will never believe that he still has such a body.

Guru Gyatso was also busy and said, "Master, by all means! ”

Seeing that Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha were about to open their mouths to persuade each other, Grand Master Luo Ji waved his hand, stopped them, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhenren, Master Ling is a hundred years old, and he can still accept apprentices and teach him, do you look down on my old bones like this?" Although Wujimen is a great sect in Middle-earth, it has been inherited for thousands of years, but our plateau Buddhism also has its own unique secrets. At that time, if it really drags you back, Xiao Zhenren can just leave the old monk on the road and ignore it. ”

Xiao Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This old monk is really Jiang Gui's nature, old and spicy. These words were said firmly, and all Xiao Fan's words of exhortation were immediately blocked. To say anything more, it is to look down on the unique secret of plateau Buddhism!

Moreover, since the old monk is so confident, it is by no means impulsive. If he really didn't have a little bottom in his heart, Grand Master Logie would not have made such a rash request.

It's not that because people are old, they are really impatient and want to die on their own.

And so it was settled.

That night, a group of five people rested in Jiayuan Temple, Ji Qingsha took a hot bath, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the fatigue of several days seemed to be swept away, and he became radiant and energetic.

Early the next morning, the pursuit team left Kahara Temple.

Grand Master Logie was in the ranks.

The old monk was holding a hardwood cane, wearing a cotton robe and a cotton hat, and like Tenzin Ji and others, he wore a long leather bag around his waist, which contained dry food, and his snow-white beard was constantly flying in the howling cold wind, which looked very dazzling.

Kahara Monastery was still quiet, and apart from Guru Gyatso, no other ascetics showed up to see them off. Tenzengji explained to Xiao Fan that the masters who practiced in seclusion in Jiayuan Temple were originally not subordinate to each other. Grand Master Luo Ji is a young man, and if there is any matter in the temple on weekdays, he usually asks him for advice on how to deal with it, but it does not mean that other masters are his disciples. In the snowy plateau, this is a very normal phenomenon. But all the mountain temples where the ascetic monks live in seclusion are similar to the situation of Kabara Temple.

Guru Gyatso is a disciple of Grand Master Lokyi, so he is naturally different from others.

Originally, Master Gyatso wanted to follow Master Gyatso into the mountain, but was stopped by Master Loji, but the old monk did not say a reason, but his tone and expression were extremely strict, and Master Gyatso did not dare to disobey Master's order, so he had to give up.

The heavy snowstorm has stopped, and the white expanse in front of me is indistinguishable, and it is impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

This time, it was Grand Master Luo Ji who walked at the front of the line, and Grand Master Luo Ji made it clear that no one was more familiar with the geography of the depths of the Great Snow Mountain than him, not even the most senior medicine collector of the Toba tribe.

No one doubts this.

The ascetics of the snowy plateau, somewhat similar to the Taoist hermits of the Central Plains, pursued the way of immortality, which was their common characteristic. It's just that the hermits of the Daomen are mercury-burning alchemists, and the ascetics of the plateau are collecting and dispensing medicines, which is roughly the same. In order to collect medicinal herbs, Grand Master Luo Ji must have gone deep into the hinterland of the Great Snow Mountain more than once when he was young.

Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha followed.

First, they want to track the breath of the thousand-year-old snow demon and show the leader the way; Second, I was not very relieved about Grand Master Loggi. In case the old monk is not supported, he can be rescued in time. If the old monk was placed at the end of the line, he might be blown away by the strong wind at any time, and no one else knew yet.

However, an hour later, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha both changed their initial thoughts.

The old monk's body was strong, far exceeding their expectations. Walking at the front of the line without a crutche, although the speed is not very fast, but after an hour, he has not stopped, and has always maintained such a uniform speed. Xiao Fanji's light yarn is okay, and Dan Duoji can also keep up, Kampot and Danzhu are obviously inferior in internal strength, and they are already a little out of breath. I barely walked for another hour, and even had to ask to stop and rest for a while. After the two brothers sat down, they glanced at each other, and they both showed surprised and admiring looks.

It is not for nothing that the great master Luo Ji is so famous that even the chief monk is seen as a disciple.

After seven more days of walking, a group of six people climbed over a large glacier and climbed a high snow-capped mountain.

"This is Luogong Mountain!"

There was a thin layer of frost on the eyebrows and beard of the Great Master Luo Ji, but his spirit was still vibrant, and he said indifferently.

Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha stood side by side beside Grand Master Luo Ji, looking into the distance, and at the same time raised their eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise and joy. (To be continued......)