The night wind is very tight, and it is very difficult to have a night like this outside.

At first, before the government implemented the citizen ID card system, ordinary people were not eligible to move in without a letter of introduction from the unit, and it was not until around 1986 that there was a slight relaxation.

But no one will have trouble with money, this is an eternal truth.

It's just that when verifying the identities of a few people, the domineering receptionist widened his eyes and looked at the messy little book thrown out by Zhang Sanhui, what is the Chinese Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Dao Refuge Certificate, Transmission Certificate......

The big man who saw it was dazzled.

Until a few people moved in, the receptionist was still suspicious of Zhang Sanhui's confusing documents.

I don't know why, Xichen insisted on sharing a room with Old Man Xiao, and at this time, it was almost half of the night.

Old man Xiao avoided the dust, and rarely took a hot bath, and it took half an hour to flush it.

When he came out, he saw the upright person sitting on the edge of the bed for the first time, Old Man Xiao's eyes turned out to be an extremely sad and helpless color, he couldn't be more clear about his apprentice's temperament, and it was precisely because of this that Old Man Xiao just sighed slightly.

Looking at Old Man Xiao's skinny body with eight points of twilight, Xichen's nose was sour, he got up and poured a cup of hot tea on the table, and then sat down uprightly again, but his eyes did not leave Old Man Xiao for half a minute.

The master and apprentice looked at each other for a long time, Old Man Xiao chuckled, sat down with his hands behind his back, squinted and took a sip of tea: "Third child, sleep!" ”

Xichen was silent, just lowered his head, for a long time, and muttered, "Master......"

"What? Why is it so twisted and pinched? ”

Xichen's panting voice suddenly became urgent, and his face was red: "Master, you know all about our senior brothers, but the apprentice ...... Haven't heard anything about you? ”

The teacup held by Old Man Xiao suddenly froze, and he spit out a mouthful of tea foam: "Is this important?" ”

"The apprentice just wants to know......" Xichen stood up, his emotions extremely unstable, "You have nurtured us, Master, the apprentice has never asked you since he was a child, and you have never mentioned ......"

Old man Xiao just snorted, finished sipping tea, rubbed his face and said a little tiredly: "I'm tired of teachers!" Let's rest! ”

Xichen choked his throat and hoarsed in a low voice: "Why don't you tell me, unless...... Unless Master has never regarded us as dear relatives in His heart......"

In response, it was Old Man Xiao's slap, crisp and loud.

Old man Xiao was rarely angry, his eyes were red, his palms were shaking and stopped in the air, and the old man burst into tears: "I have taught you since I was a child, but your temperament has never lost half a point, the third child, you will only live more and more tired!" “

Xichen kept his face stubborn, let the tears fall, and roared in a low voice: "Isn't the fate of Liu Yuanqing's vein enough?" Do you want to be like them, Master, until our Taiyi Sect is completely dead and broken, are you willing to tell the disciples? Knowing this, the apprentice would rather not bring it back to Xiaoyu and leave him to fend for himself......"

"Bastard!" Old man Xiao raised the slap again but couldn't fall for a long time, and finally just scratched his chest red, raised his head and cried: "The third child, the third child, it's not that the teacher doesn't want to say it, it's just that there are some things, where do you let the teacher start......

Xichen rubbed his eyes, carried Old Man Xiao to the bedside, laid out the futon for Old Man Xiao, and squeezed out a smile: "That disciple won't ask, in short, Taiyi Zongsheng, Xichen will be born, Taiyi Zongsheng will be scattered, Xichen will also be scattered together!" “

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The hundred-year-old strange tree took root by the river obliquely, and the bare trunk was lifeless, but it was cold and unexpected, and a branch sprouted slightly.

Motai didn't know the name of this strange tree, and the locals called it Strange Willow. In the same way, Typhoon Mo doesn't know how many days and nights he hasn't closed his eyes.

His eyelids were all blue and brown, but Mo Typhoon still didn't feel sleepy.

Gently wipe your hand on the strange tree, and patches of insects will rain down.

Although the night was so cold that it could tear the skin on the back of a person's hand, Mo Typhoon looked at the endless muddy Yellow River under the moon, suddenly tore open his thin clothes, and let the cold wind on the riverbank rage on his chest.

bent over to pick up the muddy Yellow River water and splash it on his face, barely dissipating the depressed feeling that burned in his heart that made him almost suffocate a little.

The past seems to be yesterday, some things, the years can not erase the traces of its existence, but will be over time, into the bone marrow, deeper and deeper, but ah, the person who is vaguely reflected on the surface of the water has long lost the demeanor of the bare hands to pounce on the yellow sheep.

Mo Feng closed his eyes and let out a groan of relief.

Untied the remnant sword behind him, stood on the riverbank, Mo Feng stared for a long time, and bowed down.

In the previous account of the owner of the camel shop, he once said what kind of place the Mongolian man Suhe went to.

The place described by the owner of the camel shop, Old Man Xiao may not know, but it is impossible not to know about the ink typhoon that has traveled along the Liao River to every bank of the Liao River.

Every inch of the bank of the Liao River was engraved in his mind, and when he stepped here alone, there was no so-called female bodhisattva in this land.

Female bodhisattva? Mo Feng suddenly laughed miserably, and looked coldly at several lama temples not far from the other side of the river.

The temple was still burning with hazy green smoke, which followed the night wind into the nose of the Motai typhoon and into the lungs. Mo Typhoon was a little flustered, picked up his sword again, and walked over step by step.

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The wizened lama in the temple was very cautious to re-hang the temple wall with unusually complicated scripture cloth, and unscrewed the clay pot, but it was the smell of blood. The thin lama took a brush and brushed it over and over again on the sutra cloth, and then took a last look at the closed Buddha hall of the third world, and bent down and retreated far away.

When he bent down and retreated to the gate outside the temple, the thin lama raised his head vigilantly,

Compared with other lama temples, these temples are a little shabby, and the two stone lions with rough outlines under the steps outside the main entrance are even broken in half.

Seeing that the thin lama was looking at him, Mo Feng jumped down from the stone and asked with a smile, "Dare to ask the master, what is the offering in the Three Buddha Hall?" ”

The thin lama's body retreated slightly, and he bent over with his palms together and said: "Since it is the Three Buddha Palace, it is natural to offer the three Buddhas, the Buddha in the past and the ancient Buddha, the Buddha Shakyamuni in the present, and the Buddha Maitreya in the future." ”

"Even the Third Buddha, why is the Guru so afraid of him?" Mo Feng sniffed, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword behind his back, and put his head on the face of the thin lama: "When will the black dog's blood be used to worship the Buddha?" Isn't that the Buddha of this world also beginning to be bloodthirsty? ”

The thin lama raised his head violently, the glowing green light in his eyes became extremely strange in the night, and he said emotionlessly: "Donor, it's late at night, don't disturb the peace of the Buddha!" ”

Mo Feng nodded, but the scabbard fell on the neck of the thin lama: "I'm not looking for you Buddha, I'm coming to you Bodhisattva to catch up, okay?" ”