Such a bell, even if Su Yuan just flicked his fingers, he should have made a sound, but now he is indifferent, which can only show that this bell is not ordinary.

So, Su Yuan tried the bell hammer again, and slammed into the copper bell, but there was still no sound, Su Yuan could clearly feel the force from the bell hammer, and the copper bell was also swayed back and forth, but it just didn't make a sound.

"Squeak squeak......" Xiaobai jumped off Su Yuan's shoulder, rolled on the ground with his stomach covered, and leaned back with a smile.

"Xiaobai, you're gloating." Su Yuan scolded with a smile, this guy's intelligence is getting deeper and deeper, except that he can't speak, his intelligence is no less than that of a three-year-old child.

Su Yuan felt that this bell was not simple, it couldn't be ringed, what kind of principle was this, so he thought about it and poured the power of the five elements into the bell hammer, but there was still no sound.

"What the!" Su Yuan couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, what a sin.

But why can't the bell ring? Could it be because he is not a disciple of Buddhism?

"Because the monk asked me what I meant from the west, I didn't remember the year of the mountain dwelling." Su Yuan chanted loudly, and then forcibly transformed his cultivation into Buddha power, thinking that a miracle would happen, but it still disappointed Su Yuan.

At this time, Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, jumped on the bell hammer, hugged the bell hammer with his two front legs, and then shook his teeth and slammed into the bronze bell.

"When ......" A crisp bell rang, and Su Yuan was dumbfounded? I'm not even as white? Am I not a beast?

When the bell rang, the pine waves were startled, and a large flock of birds flew in the mountains and forests, and it seemed that even the snow on the treetops had fallen.

Xiao Bai smiled smugly at Su Yuan, then jumped on Su Yuan's shoulder and took a nap.

The snow suddenly became heavier.

The door of the dusty temple of Guichen Temple, which had been sealed for many years, creaked open, and a clear and clear voice came: A leaf of Bodhi, extradition maze.

Su Yuan looked up, and there was a monk in Tsing Yi standing outside the temple gate, looking at the mountain road from afar.

"The aura of the fire spirit seems to emanate from him." Su Yuan muttered secretly, and then quickened his pace and walked towards Guichen Temple.

Su Yuan didn't use the method of teleportation in this section of the road, leaving footprints on the mountain road.

"Master." Su Yuan bowed to the monk in Tsing Yi, and was very vigilant in his heart, this person had no cultivation fluctuations at all, if he was not completely unmotivated, then he used some powerful method to hide his qi.

Su Yuan would rather believe that it was the latter, so he was extra careful in his heart.

This monk looks like he is in his thirties, with a short mustache on his lips, he is quite handsome, about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a blue single robe, and holds a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand.

There is no incense scar on the head.

Except that he is a bald head and Buddha beads, he does not look like a monk at all.

If you change your uniform, you will probably be able to make your debut.

"Where did the benefactor come from?" The monk in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, probably calling it a smile.

"Where did you come from, what is the name of the master?" Su Yuan was originally a warlock, and a warlock was the best at playing dumb riddles.

"The common name of the little monk is Ding Huo, but there is no law name." The monk in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, and a layer of snowflakes had fallen on his shoulders.

"Master Ding Huo, are you alone in this Guichen Temple?" Su Yuan thought to himself, it doesn't matter what your name is, it's just a code name anyway, and the Buddhists pay the most attention to Xiangyi, and anything should be dispensable for them.

Bodhisattvas practice to the depths of their cultivation without distinction between men and women, let alone laypeople.

"The little monk has lived alone in the Guichen Temple for many years, and he has not opened the temple door for two hundred years."

Su Yuan shook his head secretly, he himself was reborn as a Taoist, how could he believe this bald donkey's nonsense, if he could really live for two hundred years, I am afraid that he would have already reached the realm of ascension.

"Huh...... The Dharma of the Master is profound. Su Yuan slapped his ass helplessly, and then asked, "What is the origin of the bell at the master's door?" Why can't I knock, but I am a pet. ”。

"Hehe, since it is the word fate, this monkey on the donor's shoulder is not an ordinary pet, but the fate has not arrived, and the little monk can't break its origin." Ding Huo touched Xiaobai's head, but Xiaobai was still sleeping.

"Donor, your friend has arrived, why don't you go in with me?" After speaking, Master Ding added in a trembling voice: "It's really cold outside......

Su Yuan thought to himself that you deserve it, you are still wearing a single dress on this snowy day.

"Good ......" However, Su Yuan did not refuse Ding Huo's proposal and followed him into the temple gate.

Inside the house is a statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, and there is nothing on the table, not even a stick of incense.

Su Yuan followed Ding Huo into the side room on the right, the room was warm, a small stove was burning vigorously, a little spark was bubbling out, and a clay pot on the stove was steaming.

A faint aroma of wine fills the room.

Su Yuan said secretly that it was a good incense, and then looked at the situation in the house, except for a stone table, there was nothing else for the four futons.

There are no calligraphy or paintings framed on the walls.

"Donor, please sit down...... Ding Huo pointed to the futon, Su Yuan sat down cross-legged, how could he get here but lost that fire essence.

"The little monk knew that there was a distinguished guest coming to the door today, so he cooked wine in advance."

"Red clay small stove, green ant new wine." Su Yuan smiled, this great monk is so emotional.

"I know what the benefactor is looking for." Ding Huo took the clay pot, stood the bamboo cup again, and then poured it full of wine, and pushed the steaming rice wine in front of Su Yuan: "Donor, please use it, keep out the cold." ”。

"Isn't Buddhism taboo alcohol?" Su Yuan couldn't see through this bald man more and more in his heart, he always spoke so secretly, could it be that his heels had been discovered by him?

If there are such powerful people on the earth, it is really beyond my expectations.

"Everything is empty, and there is no difference between wine and water." Ding Huo drank all the rice wine in front of him, and Su Yuan was not polite and drank a cup.

"Master, don't play dumb riddles with me, since you know what I'm here for, please tell me the truth." Su Yuan stood up and saluted, this great monk was even more incomprehensible than the leader of the net.

"It's not that the little monk doesn't want to say it, but all the laws pay attention to the word chance, and the little monk can't reveal half a sentence if the opportunity is not enough." Ding Huo shook his head, and then said: "Donor, you have an extraordinary background, you are not an ordinary person, you should understand what the little monk said." ”。

Su Yuan played with the bamboo cup in his hand, what was the origin of this monk in green clothes, he couldn't see through it, but it was not difficult to find from his words and demeanor that the fire spirit qi was definitely related to him.

"Don't be embarrassed, I know that you are a master of warlocks, you might as well deduce a hexagram for me."

If someone else took the initiative to ask Su Yuan to push the hexagram, Su Yuan would never agree, but since this great monk dared to take the initiative to speak, then he might as well do what he wanted.

"How does the master know that I can tell a hexagram?" Su Yuan was even more puzzled in his heart, he was sure that it was the first time he and Ding Huo had met, and he actually knew that he would be able to tell hexagrams.

"Fate, fate." Ding Huo smiled, it seems that nothing can escape the word fate when it comes to him.

"Okay, please teach the master." Su Yuan stretched out his hand and nodded, he was confident that with his own cultivation, it would not be a problem to calculate the origin of this monk, even if you were an immortal, you would not be able to escape the eyes of Chang Geng immortals.

Ding Huo thought about it, got up, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a Buddha character.

Su Yuan took a look, and suddenly there was a hexagram, and the gen's top and bottom were shaken, and the twenty-seventh hexagram: Mountain Thunder Yi.

This hexagram is empty, Su Yuan already feels a little strange in his heart, and then uses the five elements to measure the words, yin thunder and yang fire.

The word Buddha goes to a person and stays in the Buddha, which means no, adding a heart to become a sorrow, and the Buddha is angry and sorrowful.

A layer of fine sweat broke out in Su Yuan's head, and he couldn't even calculate the heels of this great monk!

"The master is really profound, and the kid has an axe." Su Yuan was convinced, he felt that he was already invincible on the earth with his own ability, but he didn't expect that there would be such a master.

Ding Huo is not like Han Tingzhi who was covered up by secret methods, he is really a natural machine, others can't figure it out, if Su Yuan arrives in the Divine Journey Realm, he may be able to give it a try, but he will never be able to do it at present.

"Don't be humble, you are a lotus saint, I am just a Buddha and a novice, I can't compare." Ding Huo helped Su Yuan up.

"Master, I was reckless before, and I don't need to look for that object again." Su Yuan retreated in his heart, with this great monk here, no one dared to use his brains.

"I said to the donor, you can't take it away before the fate of the law arrives, and the little monk has been hiding from the world for many years and does not participate in the rights and wrongs of the world." Ding Huo raised his palm with one hand, paused and said: "Since the donor rang the Dharma bell, it means that you have a relationship with my Buddhism, and the little monk will not let you run in vain, you can take this book." ”。

Ding Huo took out an old yellow book, with only four words on it: Red Furnace Lights Snow.