"If Wei Daoyou's inference is true, just in case, this mountain really needs someone to guard it, if this yellow spring can lead to the Nine Shadows, and the Nine Shadows Demons will come to attack in the future, we can have a discussion earlier. ”

Longhu Mountain frowned, and said cautiously in his eyes.

"But who will guard the town is a problem, the underground cave is hundreds of meters deep, and I can't enter it until I'm out of my body. Although Jiang Daoyou and Master Kong Ming practiced here, it was impossible for them to visit that place from time to time. This..."

The old man of Shushanwei hesitated, and there were no good ideas in his mind.

"There is a way to do both. ”

After a while, an old eyebrow lit up.

"The demons are dead, but the ghosts and yin gods of Qiaofu Mountain still have remnants, and my Dragon and Tiger Mountain has a lot of research on the methods of ghost arts, and I can pass on the method of controlling ghosts, so that these ghosts can guard this place. ”

An old man said, looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and continued with a smile: "As for who this method is passed on, Jiang Xiaoyou is naturally the most suitable among us. ”

"The same Taoist method, the cultivation dojo is in this place, it is naturally suitable, don't blame the old Taoist for putting a burden on your shoulders. ”

After saying that, he laughed.

"If you can practice the Longhu Mountain Method, Jiang Mou will get a bargain!"

Jiang Xiaobai chuckled at the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

Others laughed or nodded.

And so it was settled.

..............

From the early morning to the east, to the sun, and then to the late autumn sunset.

After a meal of wine and chatting, discussing the Tao and discussing matters, before you know it, the sun has risen to the west mountain.

The sun is thin, and the mountains are red all over, and the forests are dyed.

"Today with the little friends and you drink and talk, very happy, but it is a pity that there is no feast in the world, and I will finally say goodbye and leave. ”

At the foot of Wutong Mountain, West Mountain, Falling Trees, Longhu Mountain and the old man bowed to Jiang Xiaobai, his face was still unfinished, and he sighed in his life.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Xiaobai, with a flick of his long sleeves, the green robe mountain road, slowly descending the mountain, contrasting with the autumn Yellow Mountain Forest, there is quite a kind of detachment of Taoist priests going down the mountain.

"I met with Daoyou a few months ago, Daoyou has become famous by nature, Wei Mou the day after tomorrow, that voice of immortality is far away, and goodbye to the rivers and lakes is still in my ears. Now, the Taoist friends have gone through the congenital consummation, Wei has also entered the congenital, a few months, the change is too fast, this world is displaced, it is too late to sigh, only to cherish. ”

The old man of Shushanwei sighed slightly, his eyes rose a little blank, and he said solemnly.

"Brother Xiaobai, I have time to go to Shushan to play, I am bored to death there, and there is a pestering spirit. ”

Wei Ling'er blinked with big eyes, pretended to clench her fists and smiled, and then glanced at the sword maniac on her side.

The sword maniac is still that virtuous and disheveled, but it is much better than when I first met him at Mochizuki Cliff.

The previous sharpness was not in front of Wei Ling'er, and his eyes kept falling on this Wei Ling'er, obviously infatuated, but a little stupid.

Old man Wei didn't seem to care about this matter, and accepted the other party as a disciple, and a pair of people who were entangled couldn't help laughing.

"Good!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the two of them with a smile and nodded lightly.

"That's it!"

Wei Ling'er grinned, and then turned away with her grandfather Wei Lao, her ponytail dancing in an arc like her temperament.

The sword maniac said goodbye and hurriedly followed.

The others saluted Jiang Xiaobai goodbye one after another, turned around and walked away in the dusk and leaves.

In late autumn, the yellow leaves are flying, and there are lonely birds wandering in the sky, reflecting the orange-red sunset, and the lonely height is dusty. He also looked sideways at the jade belt-like jade river, a long sky.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

There is no depression, but it adds a warm color.

On the mountain road at the foot of the mountain, the withered yellow leaves are covered with the road, Jiang Xiaobai and the old monk Kongming looked at the figure and looked away.

"Little friend, the old monk is also leaving. ”

The old monk Kongming clasped his palms together and sighed sideways.

"Master, stay for a fast meal before leaving. ”

The days are waning, and it is almost time for dinner, Jiang Xiaobai said goodbye.

Anyway, it's not far away.

"The old monk doesn't plan to go back to Wumu Mountain. ”

The old monk of Kongming has no sorrow or joy in his eyebrows.

"Where is the master going?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, and his expression was surprised.

"Westbound!"

The old monk looked at the mountain road covered with yellow fallen leaves, and his eyes were far away.

"The incident of the nine demons in Qiaofu Mountain has given birth to an omen, and the world has changed, which makes the old monk deeply touched and has a sense of urgency. Wei Daoyou parted that this world is displaced, changing too fast, the old monk is cultivating in this mountain, it is not enough, you need to travel to find the way. In the West, the birthplace of Buddhism, the old monk wants to find the Tao, hoping that when he meets again, he can talk freely with his friends. ”

The old monk of Kongming called out the Buddha's name, bowed his head and saluted, and then stepped down the mountain road, stepped on the fallen leaves, and walked away step by step.

"Master, you have the grace of teaching in Xiaobai, I hope you will cherish it. ”

On the mountain road, Jiang Xiaobai solemnly bent over the thin back of Master Kong Ming, bowed, and his eyes rose brightly, recalling his past.

The loud voice echoed through the forests of the Deciduous Mountains.

I still remember the first time he met the old monk, the aura was rigid, the green mountains on both sides, and the green water boated.

He first established the heart of the Dao, the other party has entered the innate nature, he asked the revival of the aura, where to practice, came a Taoist Zen wit, during which there was a piano and flute ensemble, the interlude of birds in the sky.

Later, he entered the congenital, the two met more, he had many puzzles to ask the old monk for advice, the old monk gave him every time to solve the puzzle, so that he had the feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, the old monk to him, there is the grace of teaching, he is grateful in his heart, this gift should be respected.

"Amitabha. ”

A distant Buddha horn responded in the vast autumn colors.

The emaciated figure left a vague back in the yellow sky of falling leaves.

Jiang Xiaobai stood in place, stopped for a long time, and looked into the distance.

Until the cry of "Wangwang" behind him, Rhubarb ran down the hill and swung around his trouser legs.

"Let's go, go back!"

His eyebrows turned warm, he smiled, glanced at the stretch of the mountain road again, and turned to walk towards the top of the mountain road.

"Wangwang"

Rhubarb followed behind, crawling through the woods and among the fallen leaves.

Up the mountain, down the mountain, at both ends of the mountain road, are each way.

Jiang Xiaobai's roots are here, and he won't go anywhere.

Rootless trees, flowers are secluded, who is willing to rest if they are greedy for red dust.

Floating things, bitter sea boats, swinging and drifting are not free.

It is difficult to mooring without a shore, and often swims in a dangerous place.

I am willing to look back, it is the shore, don't wait for the storm to break the boat.

Rootless tree, the flowers are red, and the safflower is empty.

Emptiness is color, color is emptiness, and the vacuum is in color.

The vacuum phase is extinguished, and the law phase will not be lost.

The number is round, called Nobita, and the nine ancestors are supercharged to the ninefold.

The autumn forest of the West Mountain, the golden leaves are falling, and in the depths of the Wutong Mountain Road, there is a clear and leisurely sound.

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(The second one is sent, there is zero reward today, can it be broken.) And just now my friend joined the group, and the enthusiastic audience scared him away, why are you so powerful!)