Lingding silently followed behind the monk who couldn't understand it, recalling the honest appearance of the monk who didn't understand it during the day, Lingding smiled dumbly. Thinking about the hideous and bloodthirsty appearance of the monk not long ago, Ling Ding couldn't help but get goosebumps again.

Such a half-way inexplicable encounter with the monk of the wandering side, I thought it was a burden to take a companion along the way, but I didn't expect it to become an arm to clear the obstacles along the way, and the thing happened too suddenly, which was really unexpected. Just like this, along the way, under the hands of the unfamiliar monk, almost no one could resist the strong internal force of the mad monk, and a cloud of blood mist exploded, like a blooming gloom in the night, bloody and beautiful.

As they went, the two of them came to a valley. I saw that the valley was ethereal and far away, like a fairyland on earth. But there is only a narrow passage in front of the valley, which is only accessible to one person.

At the same time, Lingding also noticed that at the entrance of the valley, there was also a stone tablet, on which eight big characters were written with the vigorous handwriting: If you want to enter this valley, there is death and no life!

When Ling Ding saw the words on the stone tablet, he was suddenly staggered by the sword qi in the words, and only after retreating a few steps did he stabilize his body, and he didn't feel that his heart was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The monk was indifferent to what happened to Lingding, and he didn't look at the words of the stone tablet, but just looked indifferently in the direction of the valley, and his mouth was not favorable.

Ling Ding slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked the monk, "Master, do you know how to get to Lonely Whistling Heights?" After last night's baptism, Ling Ding was extremely cautious about the monk in front of him, worried that if he didn't agree with him, the monk would burst out and kill people. At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to escape the fate of blood mist.

Seeing that the monk didn't speak, he boldly took a few steps forward, came to the monk's side, and continued, "Please take the little girl to the Lonely Whistling Heights Villa, the little girl will not forget the master's sacrifice of life." ”

After listening to Ling Ding's words, the monk slowly turned around, recited the Buddha's name and said, "The female benefactor is serious, it is the donor who saves the poor monk first, and the poor monk should send it to the donor, and it is the cause and effect of my Buddhism." ”

At this time, Ling Ding realized that the monk had regained the solemn appearance of the treasure statue during the day, and at this time the sky was already white, and last night, it was like a dream that had never happened.

Ling Ding couldn't help but be dumbfounded, staring at the monk who couldn't understand and stopped talking. The monk was stared at like this, blushed slightly, turned around and said, "The female benefactor looks at the poor monk like this, does she have any thoughts about the poor monk, the poor monk is a person in the Buddhist sect, and he can't move his heart, even if he looks like a fairy like the female benefactor, he can't." ”

Lingding had a feeling of crying and laughing, could it be that this monk didn't remember what happened last night at all, or did he deliberately pretend to be stupid, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

At this time, the rising sun has jumped out of the embrace of the horizon and is shining on the earth unscrupulously. The two stood together without embarrassment, like a pair of beautiful people, complementing each other.

Ling Ding pulled his thoughts back and reminded the monk of the old words, "Master, do you know how to go to Lonely Roaring Heights?" "The monk is under the sunlight at this time, and the robe on his body reflects the sunlight, like a Buddha statue. Hearing Lingding's inquiry, he didn't answer, and pointed to the narrow and long path.

Lingding has the heart to kill people at this time, and the monk is playing with himself. Thinking of this, I was about to have a seizure, when I saw a person come out of the fog on the path, looking at them indifferently.

The monk no longer paid attention to Lingding, stepped forward and bowed, and said to the visitor, "The poor monk came from the Jialan Temple in Shukong Mountain, and was ordered by the master to visit the owner, please ask the messenger to lead the way." At this time, Lingding woke up like a dream, it seems that last night's footsteps were faster, and before he knew it, he had come to Lonely Roaring Heights.

The man came out of the fog, dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a green bamboo and wooden sword, with a brown gourd hanging from his waist, his face was full of beards, he raised his hand to wipe his nose and said, "The owner of the village has been closed for many days, please go back." ”

When he saw the person's appearance clearly, Ling Ding suddenly felt disappointed, the rivers and lakes of Lonely Whistling Heights have been hidden in the valley for a hundred years, only famous and never seen, there are many legends on the rivers and lakes, I didn't expect the messenger in the villa to be so virtuous, and there is a big gap with the rumors. It seems that most of the exaggerated claims are still more credible.

The monk was not angry, and slowly took out a jade hairpin from the cuff of the robe, and said to the messenger, "The token is here, please make it convenient, the girl and the baby in her arms have been injured a lot, I am afraid that I can't afford to delay." After speaking, he quietly glanced at Lingding, and after being discovered by Lingding, he secretly lowered his head.

The style of this jade hairpin is simple, the texture is not jade or wood, but it looks like a flowing color, not like a mortal thing. When the Venerable saw the jade hairpin, he paused, took out a whistle from behind his waist and blew it. The sound reverberated from the valley to the valley.

After a while, a gray eagle landed on the messenger's arm, and the messenger took the jade hairpin that could not pass the monk, put it into the bamboo tube on the eagle's back, and with a shake of his hand, the eagle spread its wings and flew away. After doing all this, His Holiness untied the gourd from his waist and poured it violently, and the aroma of wine immediately overflowed. Seeing this, the monk hurriedly jumped away, talking about sins and sins.

Lingding looked angry and funny, and secretly said in his heart, "When you killed someone last night, why didn't you see your sin." Then I smelled the wine and began to twist like this. ”

Just thinking about it, the gray eagle that flew away just now flew back and landed on the messenger's arm again, and the messenger took out a silk handkerchief from the bamboo tube without hurrying, looked at it carefully and said, "The owner of the village has an invitation, please come with me." After speaking, without waiting for the two to follow, a brisk walk shot into the mist.

Seeing this, Ling Ding didn't care so much, and grabbed the monk who couldn't get through, so he chased in the direction where His Holiness walked away. After walking into the fog, it suddenly opened up, a scene full of vitality, birds and flowers everywhere, beautiful. Lingding didn't want to appreciate it, but the monk seemed to be interested, and he was scolded by Lingding several times before he gave up.

When the two of them caught up with His Holiness, a wooden suspension bridge suddenly appeared in front of them, with a thick layer of moss on it, and it was still some years old. I saw His Holiness leap lightly, step on his toes, and in a few breaths, he came to the opposite side of the drawbridge, and he was not in a hurry to go, as if waiting for them.

Ling Ding glanced back at the monk who couldn't understand it, and was about to pull the monk onto the bridge, when the Venerable suddenly said, "The bridge is in disrepair, come one by one." After listening to the Venerable's words, Ling Ding had no choice but to let go of the monk and walked slowly by himself.

After Lingding crossed the suspension bridge, the monk carefully stepped on the bridge, and the appearance of the monk was gone, only the aggrieved appearance of a little daughter-in-law, and the mouth was trembling and muttered, "The poor monk is afraid of heights." After saying that, he looked under the suspension bridge from time to time, and his calves were already shaking like a sieve.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the suspension bridge rose in the wind, and the monks on the bridge had already "danced" with the suspension bridge, and from time to time there were one or two screams. After waiting for a while, he didn't see him cross the bridge, and Lingding was about to go, when he suddenly saw His Holiness jump onto the suspension bridge with an arrow step, and then brought the monk over with the help of the rebound of the suspension bridge.

After his feet hit the ground, the monk patted his chest and said, "I'm scared to death of the poor monk, I'm scared to death of the poor monk." At this time, the Venerable also ignored the two of them and walked forward quickly.

The three of them followed so unhurriedly, the Venerable sometimes jumped on the rock wall, sometimes jumped down the shallow stream, Ling Ding could only take the monk who did not understand the method to concoct, but the monk who did not understand was too incompetent, and the crazy monk last night judged the two of them, several times almost lost the Venerable, and the angry Ling Ding knocked him on the head a few times.

After a small half-day trek, the eyes finally suddenly opened up, only to see the gurgling river rushing in front of them, two white jade bridges flying at both ends, and a vermilion lacquer gate suddenly towered in front of the three people. His Holiness was not surprised, and squinted at the two stunned people, just like he looked at two idiots.

I saw two awakening lions outside the vermilion lacquer gate, and there were two sand lions from the Western Regions tied next to the dancing lion, who were asleep. Looking up again, there was a huge plaque on the door, on which were written in cursive with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing: Lonely Whistling Heights.

While the two of them were stunned, the Venerable had already slowly walked up the door and down the steps, and the sand lion on the side raised his eyelids and glanced at the Venerable, and continued to sleep. His Holiness walked to the door without knocking, but arched his hand and said, "Master Qiqi, your distinguished guest has arrived." ”

As soon as the words fell, the vermilion lacquer door slowly opened, and the deep bluestone paved road appeared in front of the two of them, and the Venerable looked back at the two of them, and Ling Ding pulled the sleeve of the monk who couldn't pull through, and followed with understanding.

As soon as he entered the gate, the door slammed shut automatically, and His Holiness continued to walk forward, followed by the two of them to the front of the villa parlor. Then His Holiness turned and left.

The two of them stood at the door of the living room at this time, looking around, the villa was verdant and deep, with plants and trees, and it was also integrated with the villa. Just as the two of them were at a loss, a lazy female voice came, "Come in." ”

At this time, the monk who did not understand it regained the appearance of the monk who had attained the Tao, and he stepped in one step early.

After walking to the middle of the hall, the monk clasped his hands together, performed a Buddhist ritual and said to the people in the hall, "I am not through the Jialan Temple, and I have come to visit the owner of the village by the order of the master. After listening to the monk's words, the person in the hall did not answer, but looked at Lingding and said, "What about you?" ”

Lingding was exhausted at this time, so she could only kneel on the ground, take Gu Xing out of her arms and put it on the ground, and said to the woman in the hall, "The little woman is Gu Lingding of the Gu Mansion, the day before yesterday, the door of the house suddenly changed dramatically, and she was killed by a traitor. ”

After the two finished speaking, the woman in the hall looked at the two with interest and said, "Interesting, an old friend, an outcast, and a child under the age of age, hahahahahaha, why do you conclude that I will admit it?" You rushed to the door, aren't you afraid of breaking the rules of my Lonely Roaring Heights? ”