"Bald donkey, return my wife!" I heard a thunderous roar coming from inside the courtyard.

The old monk was slightly stunned, and was just about to look up, when he saw a black shadow mixed with a dizzying aura flying towards him, and he was about to smash it on his face.

What secret weapon? It stinks and it's toxic!

The old monk subconsciously took the spine as the axis, and the waist exerted force to turn sideways to let the attacking thing come over, and then quickly moved the center of gravity down, the right foot took root on the ground, and the left foot retreated, allowing the attacking hidden weapon.

Stand in front of the staff with the left hand, and hold the right hand vertically in front of the chest.

The whole action is as fast as lightning, and it only takes the blink of an eye to complete this series of actions.

Later, I found out that it was a young woman in her 20s, who was shouting nonsense about Fahai, bald donkey, lady and so on.

I saw that the woman was holding a slipper in one hand, and the other hand was still in the throwing motion.

The old monk subconsciously turned his head to look back, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while, it turned out that the "hidden weapon" that came just now was a broken shoe, no wonder there was a sour smell.

The woman's footsteps were vain, her movements were disorderly, and she was obviously an ordinary person, and the old monk made a judgment in an instant, and subconsciously put away his vigilance.

The old monk was wary, but the woman still rushed up regardless of it, picked up the broken shoes in her hand and smashed her head and face.

The old monk said he was embarrassed!

It's not hitting, it's not blocking, it's just a hard retreat.

But because of old age and infirmity, and because of the night's drive on a snowy night, he was already hungry and cold, and after exhaustion, after taking a few steps back, he was about to be covered by the soles of his shoes.

I'm going to die!

The old monk closed his eyes helplessly.

When it was too late, I saw a white Lian flying, bypassing the obstacle like a spiritual snake, accurately finding the woman, and circling around the woman a few times, completely binding the woman's arms, so that the rioting woman was instantly quiet.

At this time, the little girl next to her also reacted. He hugged the woman's legs and called out anxiously, "Mom! ”

Then he glanced at the martial idiot with a slight apology.

Looking at the eyes full of emotion, the martial idiot instantly understood a lot, and subconsciously nodded and said: "Thank you for the donor's acceptance, the donor please, don't care about the old monk, the old monk ......." ”

Before the old monk could finish speaking, the little girl turned around, and in the stunned eyes of the martial idiot, she hugged one of the woman's legs, and then the spirit snake she had seen before also swam over quickly, and wrapped her tail around one of the woman's legs with her breeze.

In the confusion of the martial idiot, Bai Lian was fooled into pulling the woman, and the little girl and the spirit snake moved the woman's legs alternately, and took the woman into the east wing room step by step.

What a wise snake!

What a weird white practice!

After entering the east wing room with strange combinations everywhere, the martial idiot's eyes looked through the doors and windows of the wing room, and he was horrified to see a lot of huge spider webs hanging in the east wing.

Cobwebs covered almost the entire walls, ceiling, and floor of the room, and at first glance I thought I had strayed into a spider cave.

Fortunately, the woman was pulled into the room, and no spiders, large or small, came to share the food.

Then I was stunned by the situation inside, and saw that the large and small cobwebs were like elastic webs, tightly protecting the space on the front, back, left and right.

No matter how crazy the woman was and how she hit, she would be stopped by cobwebs to make sure that she would not hit the wall and fall to the ground and get hurt.

After staring at it for a while, he realized that it was inappropriate to stare at the woman's room like this, so he hurriedly folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, don't look at incivility, don't look at incivility!" ”

After a long time, the old monk realized that Bai Lian just now was nothing else, but a spider silk.

Could it be that there is a spirit spider in addition to a spirit snake?

Xiao is old monk is well-informed, and he couldn't help but gasp, what kind of place did he enter? There is an unreasonable weirdness everywhere.

The old monk settled down, walked into the south wing, and after entering, there was another burst of amazement!

The interior layout is not complicated, it can also be said to be simple, but it still makes the old monk have a sense of amazement.

The house consisted of three stone huts with a stone table, stone benches, a fireplace and a stone bed, and a hole in the wall full of dry sticks.

It's such a simple room, but it gives people a feeling that it is not simple.

The walls are smooth and comfortable, full of childlike reliefs, simple and calm stone tables, ingenious fireplaces, neat and dry wood, coupled with cloth curtains woven from spider silk, and the elegant and flexible space separated by this space, which is more livable, comfortable and comfortable.

The old monk stroked the stone wall, recalling the scene of this stone house in those days, remembering that he was a child of five or six years old at that time, and he saw his father, who was a tenant of the temple, and many uncles and uncles taking stones from the south mountain to build a house.

It is said that it is a house, far from the intention of building an ordinary house, that is, it is made of rough bluestone strips simply piled up, and the walls are thick and thick, not to mention the beauty, but it is not even neat.

However, after nearly a hundred years, this not only did not disappear, but became more livable and comfortable, the whole room was clean and tidy, and the original thick and rough bluestone walls were more exquisite, and full of childlike reliefs.

It carries too many childhood memories, and it was not until he was 9 years old that he entered the temple and became a lay disciple obsessed with martial arts.

When he was 16 years old, he resolutely shaved his ordination and left home because he was greedy for half of the Yijin Sutra in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he never returned home again as a true monk.

However, the law is not lightly transmitted, the martial arts are not lightly suffered, in 18 years because of the youth and vigor, after another unsuccessful quest, impulsively resolutely left Nanshan Temple, embarked on a career of traveling all over the world, seeking teachers and learning art.

Until the age of 32, there was nothing to learn, and he integrated what he had learned and became the youngest grandmaster at that time.

When I returned to the temple, I was already a person and a person, and I also got the scriptures I had loved for a long time, but I was no longer as excited as I was at the beginning.

With the descent of the mountain, here to study the scriptures, hone martial arts, serve their parents until the death of the immortal, after taking care of the aftermath of their own care, in order to pursue martial arts, still decided to cross the ocean to find an opportunity to break through.

This is nearly a hundred years, the land of Shenzhou is full of vicissitudes, and the Nanshan Temple from which it was born has been replaced by withering glory, and now there are only wrecks left, only the original hut is still the same.

The old monk took off the hat and hung it behind the door, took out the firewood and lit it in the fireplace, the warm feeling came to his face, and it was actually the heart of the old monk that was warmer, there was nothing like the homesickness of the upstreamers returning home and the fallen leaves returning to their roots.

The body warmed up, and the old monk's heart was also alive, thinking of what he saw and asked tonight, if he hadn't seen a lot of things, he really thought that he had encountered some mountain spirits and ghosts.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet two spirit beasts and strange insects that are rare on weekdays, and I remember that the last time I saw a spirit snake was in the Red Top Country a few decades ago.

In the Red Ding Country, temples and nobles like to raise spiritual snakes and insects, and I once saw a cobra snake in the Lotus Temple of the Red Ding Country.

The spirit snake is enshrined as the temple's protector Tianlong, understands human language, listens to human language, walks like the wind, moves fast like lightning, and can hunt tigers and leopards.

The golden-necked silver krait seen today is more spiritual, and there is an even more magical and rare spirit spider here.

If you want to compare beasts, insects can become spirit beasts even more precious.

It was also by chance that I met a girl named Yama in a primitive tribe who owned a spirit spider.

Its silk can be woven and roped, and its spirituality is also inferior to the Dharma Protector Tianlong, but it is still much smarter than ordinary animals.

Thinking of the spirit spider, the old monk subconsciously held the spider silk in the room, which was as bright as snow, as tough as tendons, as heavy as a hong, warm and moist in the hand, and there was no viscosity of ordinary spider silk, and the woven curtain was as smooth as silk.

The old monk remembered the spider silk that had just tied the woman like a spirit, and secretly said in his heart that this spirit spider was not simple, and then thought about it, which one is simple to live here?

Although the woman suffers from madness, and she has not practiced martial arts depending on the situation, her vitality is so vigorous that she soars to the sky, and she can still be dressed and barefoot in winter without feeling cold.

Although the little girl is silent, she is suspected of having the magical powers of his heart in Buddhist legends, and can make people read what she thinks at a glance, and her limbs are slender and powerful, and she is a good martial artist, as well as two extraordinary spirit beast protectors.

This combination aroused the interest of the old monks, and when they were old, they wanted to find the mantle for what they had learned and let it be passed on.

Sitting on the stone bed, I found that the stone bed was actually warm, as warm as the fire kang in the north.

The old monk was surprised!

After careful inspection, it was found that the stone bed was originally connected with the flue of the fireplace, and as long as the fireplace lit a fire, the flue cleverly passed through the inside of the stone bed and then discharged into the room.

Cover with a clean and tidy quilt, the old monk's heart is no longer as calm as it is now, this place, this person, this thing, this scene, this room is really a silk mansion!

How can you not make people nostalgic and make up your mind that you must stay here.