Airplanes!

The mountain breeze suddenly rose, the leaves rattled, the light and shadow flowed, the two only felt that the sky was spinning, and when they looked again, the scenery in front of them had changed greatly, and they actually arrived in front of the gate of the ancient temple in the blink of an eye.

The bluestone paves the road, the insects chirp, the moss can be seen everywhere, and there are more verdant plants and trees in the cracks of the stone wall.

If it weren't for the fact that the ground was still clean and tidy, and the eaves and houses that caught the eye were not dilapidated, I would have thought that I had arrived at an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time.

The most surprising thing is that on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, there is also a thin old monk dressed in gray monk's robe, who seems to be dying, fiddling with a broom and sprinkling fallen leaves.

When he saw it for the first time, Wu Ming thought that he had seen a blind monk, but after thinking about it, the blind monk after breaking the gong would not be long in life, even if he had the ability to easily take the two of them here, he would not do such a thankless thing.

Moreover, the blind monk's iconic gray long hair is too conspicuous, but the temperament of the two is too similar that Wu Ming recognized it wrong.

"Disciple Shaolin Huixing, I have seen Master Daoye!"

Sure enough, when Huixing saw the old monk, he hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.

"Amitabha, they are all my Buddha's disciples, how can they be different?"

Dao Ye smiled kindly and returned the salute.

When Hui Xing heard this, he couldn't help but look embarrassed, and he couldn't speak.

"What a powerful old monk! Not only can he easily take the wisdom of the Grandmaster Realm here, but he can make him speechless with one sentence, which is amazing.

Moreover, I have never heard of a monk with Taoist characters, this old monk is not simple, could it be that he is a first-class existence of a holy monk?"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, thinking so in his heart, his face was silent, and he stepped forward reverently, "The last to learn and the last to advance, Song Jing Wu Ming, I have seen the Zen master!"

"Hehe, the little donor's words are insincere, he is in Cao Ying's heart in Han!"

Dao Ye glanced Wu Ming up and down, and said with a smile.

"Zen master, there is a way to see through and not to say it, if you say this, it will make the kid a little embarrassed, after all, I have to look up to the Song Dynasty to snort to settle down!"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, pretending to be helpless.

In fact, he was secretly amazed in his heart, just the first time they met, the old monk saw some clues, even if it was not a first-class existence of the Holy Realm Immortals, at least it was a powerful person who had touched the Holy Dao among the great masters.

Otherwise, it will not make a grandmaster warrior monk like Hui Xing as honest as a quail!

"Old man, old man, when I see the young man full of vitality, I can't help but say a few more words, but it's annoying!"

Dao Ye hammered his waist with a smile and sat down slowly with a broom.

"In this world, I'm afraid few people dare to say that you are old!"

Wu Ming said and smiled, and stepped forward to help.

Looking at the old man and the young man laughing, Huixing's face was slightly unnatural, but he didn't dare to urge Wu Ming to set off in front of the old monk, so he had to stand aside, like a little novice who served the teacher.

In fact, the helplessness in his heart is not enough to communicate with outsiders!

When he thought of the identity of the old monk, he didn't say that it was him, even the strongest in the Shaolin Temple, he didn't dare to do anything easily.

"Hahaha, you should be regarded as a sycophant when you say this, but someone has really scolded me for being an old coffin scoop!"

Dao Ye's old face smiled into flowers, revealing his teeth that had almost disappeared.

"Huh?"

This time, Wu Ming was really shocked.

It stands to reason that Shenzhou is vast and boundless, and it cannot be ruled out that there are many hermits, who are stronger than Dao Ye, but with such an existence, it is impossible to scold such ugly words, right?

It's almost the same as pointing at your nose and swearing, you're dying!

"Speaking of which, the old turtle is also a coffin scoop, and he dared to scold the old man, and he was retracted into the turtle's shell and hidden in the turtle shell by me with a mallet for thousands of years. ”

Dao Ye seemed to have some nostalgia, and he didn't feel how amazing his words were.

"Shhh

Wu Ming stood up suddenly, gasped again and again, his eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word when he looked at Dao Ye.

If it was really as he thought, the old turtle in his mouth was the Xuansheng Ancestor, how strong would this one be?

"Ahem!"

Hui Xing was also shocked, but when he thought of this person's identity, he was a little relieved.

It's just that he wondered in his heart, why did he have to tell Wu Ming at this time?

"Your old sword is not old......"

Wu Ming racked his brains, and he didn't know how to describe the old monk Daoye.

Don't look at him, he can talk eloquently and calmly in the face of the incarnation of the Xuan Sage Ancestor, but that is purposeful and prepared.

But this is the first time I've seen him, and I have no friendship at all.

Even though he knew that the other party would not cause harm, but when he thought that the other party could beat the Xuansheng Ancestor into a veritable shrunken turtle, Rao is Wu Ming's heart was as strong as iron, and he was a little overwhelmed!

"You little doll, you have a perverse temperament, lawlessness, and you know how to be afraid?"

Dao Ye looked at him with interest.

Hearing this, Hui Xing couldn't help but roll his eyes, and secretly said in his heart, finally someone told the truth.

In the Shaolin Temple, all the brothers who felt alluded to Wu Ming were all reprimanded by the holy monks and traveled down the mountain one by one.

"I'm afraid it's not, it's just that your old identity really makes the kid tremble!"

Wu Ming smiled bitterly and said.

"Then you say, you made a crooked poem and let the old turtle get out of trouble early, how to calculate this account?"

Dao Ye said lightly.

"Uh......"

Wu Ming's heart suddenly sudden, in his eyes, the old monk who was amiable just now instantly became an unreasonable and vicious debt collector.

But no matter how he thought about it, he felt that it was not a stubble at all, how did he know that with the identity of the Xuan Sage Ancestor, there was such a terrifying old opponent!

"Seeing that your old body is inconvenient, the kid has no long things, why don't you give you the dragon clothes as a night pot?"

After thinking about it, Wu Ming couldn't think of a reason, and in line with the principle that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, he shamelessly betrayed the Xuansheng Ancestor.

"Hahaha!"

Dao Ye was stunned for a moment, turned around and smiled, leaned back and closed, tears fell out, and he slapped his thighs with joy.

Seeing him happy like this, Wu Ming thought maliciously in his heart, the funniest thing to turn his back on, in the face of such an existence, the pressure is not ordinary!

Hui Xing hid his face to the side, and really didn't want to look at it anymore.

Rao had already learned Wu Ming's shamelessness in changing his face, but he never thought that he would be so shameless!

"You just said that no one dares to say that I am old, and in a blink of an eye, I have become inconvenient, and the little donor's ability to see people and talk about people, and talk about ghosts is really extraordinary!"

Dao Ye laughed for a while.

"Your old compliment, the boy is ashamed!"

Wu Mingtian said shamelessly.

"Rare, rare!"

Dao Ye smiled and waved his hand again and again, no longer looking like he was going to embarrass Wu Ming.

"Master, drink water!"

At this moment, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk with red lips and white teeth walked out of the mountain gate holding a brown gourd about a foot long.

"Long Xuan, who will give this little benefactor!"

Dao Ye didn't answer, but pointed at Wu Mingdao.

"Master, this is ......"

The little monk Long Xuan was dissatisfied, holding the gourd and refusing to let go, but when he saw Dao Ye showing a stern look, he immediately reluctantly walked towards Wu Ming step by step, and handed it over bluntly, "Give!"

"Thank you Zen master, thank you little master!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, first thanked him, and then grabbed the gourd, but the little monk's hand was not small, and he took it a few times before he got it in his hand, and he couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, "It seems that the water in this gourd is not simple!"

didn't see it, Huixing's face on the side changed, his lips moved a few times, and he didn't pop out a word.

"Master, it's going to rain, I'm going to pack my clothes!"

After Long Xuan finished speaking, he pouted and walked back to the mountain gate, and when he left, he reluctantly glanced at the gourd in Wu Ming's arms.

"Long Xuan Long Xuan, as the saying goes, people are like their names, and this little monk doesn't look like a person with such an artistic conception name.

But to be accepted as a disciple by the holy monk, I'm afraid it's not easy. ”

Taking a deep look at the back of the little monk, Wu Ming tightened the gourd, but said on his face, "Zen master, please forgive the younger generation for not being in a state, as the so-called reactive is not punished, please also ask the Zen master to show me!"

Hearing this, Hui Xing suddenly came back to his senses, and he was a little nervous.

"Hehe, the little donor is so smart, no wonder he can trick the Baimai Lingji wine from the old turtle, time flies so fast, I haven't tasted wine for a thousand years!"

Dao Ye glanced at him lightly as if he was aware of it, and said with emotion.

"Ahem, the holy wine here has been given away, please don't blame the Zen master!"

Wu Ming coughed dryly, smiled wryly and took out a sea bowl, which was filled with mountain spring water from the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

Hui Xing couldn't help but roll his eyes, that is, a faceless and skinless person like Wu Ming can tell the taste of sending Chinese cabbage to the holy wine!

"Haha, the little donor's pure heart is rare!"

Dao Ye smiled heartily, picked up the sea bowl and drank half of it disappreciatively, his eyes vaguely swept the direction of Wuru Peak, and gently poured the remaining half into a corner.

"It's ......"

Wu Mingyin glanced at it consciously, but he couldn't see anything at all, but following Dao Ye's movements, he saw that the dripping spring water was spilling out, trapping a group of moving ants.

Strange to say, it is obviously on the top of a towering mountain, but it is lush and green, like spring all year round, and there are ants that should not live here.

But it was such an inconspicuous group of ants that deeply attracted Wu Ming's attention, and even after taking a look, his mind gradually sank into it.

Unconsciously, I thought of the anthill I founded, and then thought of myself now, which is also surrounded by tigers and wolves, and is in danger!

Affected by the coming storm, this group of ants is also anxious to find a new place to live, isn't it similar to his current situation?

It's just that what he can't understand is what the circle of water that Dao Ye poured meant!

"Ahem!"

Hui Xing glanced twice, his pupils shrunk, and he coughed twice unnaturally.

"Oh, what did the Zen master just say?"

Wu Ming asked blankly.

"Little donor, no one has drunk and rested enough, it's time to go down the mountain!"

Dao Ye didn't care, looked at Hui Xing with a smile, patted the hem of his clothes, and got up with a broom.

"Zen master, the juniors have something to ask for!"

Wu Ming didn't rush to get up and help, but his eyes flashed a few times, and then he looked at the team of ants trapped like dragons and snakes, and saluted respectfully.