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"Alright, alright, whatever you want. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAs long as this little monk doesn't die, he will never die. Chen Qiubai saw that this old monk was still in true love for Mingxin, so he directly packed the ticket.

As soon as the old monk heard Chen Qiubai's assurance, his heart became a lot more relaxed, and finally waved goodbye: "Okay, in that case, you two will go on the road." I wish you all the best on your journey and go early and come back early. ”

Mingxin also knelt down and kowtowed to the old monk: "Thank you, Master." Here we go. ”

Chen Qiubai didn't bother to say anything, but directly stepped out of his legs and went on the road, Mingxin also hurriedly followed Chen Qiubai and ran all the way forward. While running, Mingxin also shouted: "Mr. Chen Qiubai, you took the wrong way to Xiaosang Village!! It turned out that Chen Qiubai didn't know how to go on the road, but he was in a hurry but took the wrong path, helpless, Chen Qiubai could only stop and wait for Mingxin.

Under the leadership of Mingxin, Chen Qiubai finally went all the way forward, walked out of the scope of this Praruo Temple, and officially came to the mountains and forests.

"Clear-hearted...... How long have you been away from Kosan Village? "It's very boring on the road, Chen Qiubai asked Mingxin directly, and he couldn't find anything to say.

"Oh...... It's been about 10 years. However, I still remember the way to Kosan Village. This Master Chen Qiubai can rest assured. Mingxin said very obediently.

Then Chen Qiubai continued to ask: "Then do you know what happened to Xiaosang Village this time?" How could so many people come running over to Prajna Temple for help? ”

Mingxin's face suddenly darkened, and then he said with some sadness: "I don't know this, but I only know that there was a big murder in Xiaosang Village, and many people died, and many people were still trapped in Xiaosang Village and couldn't escape." Chen Qiubai, I beg you, you must find a way to find a way to stay with the villagers of Xiaosang Village for a long time. Mingxin's pleading face, it seems that he still has a deep affection for Xiaosang Village.

"Well, you can rest assured, just leave it to me." Chen Qiubai smiled very confidently and said to the little monk, although Chen Qiubai still has a lot of pressure, but he can't make the child sad.

So Chen Qiubai and Mingxin went out of the ancient temple in the deep mountains one after the other, and began to walk in the mountains.

The temple was originally in the middle of this mountain, and there are many peaks around the temple, and the mountains are steep. The majestic cloud peak is shining on the cliff in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist of the mountains and forests at the foot are dissipated, and the mountains are full of greenery, covering the ancient buildings with exquisite carved eaves. There is no doubt that those are the Praruo Temple, Chen Qiubai and the two of them twisted and turned, and the Praruo Temple appeared and disappeared in their eyes, but it gradually began to become distant. The surrounding mountain peaks stand majestically on the earth with the momentum of "pulling out the earth to the sky, holding the sun in your hands", it can really be said that this mountain has the sun first in ancient times, and the peaks have no rain and clouds.

Gradually, Chen Qiubai and Mingxin seemed to have lost their way, and in this lofty mountain, they became more and more desolate along the way.

"Mingxin? Are you sure it's the way to go? How do I feel like we're getting more and more desolate? You know, it's not like it's populated at all. Chen Qiubai couldn't help it, so he asked Mingxindao.

Mingxin shook his head and said, "The road is not wrong, it's just ...... The road we are taking now is obviously rarely walked, which is why it is so remote. Bear with me, and we'll be there soon. ”

Chen Qiubai nodded and said, "Oh...... That's fine. You continue to lead the way. Then he followed.

Gradually, the surrounding area began to be surrounded by water, solitary peaks stood tall, the mountains were luxuriantly wooded, green bamboos were shady, the mountain walls were steep, and the river was surging. It doesn't look so remote anymore, but like some kind of fairyland on earth.

Chen Qiubai began to look up, only to see the green mountains, the lush trees and the blue sky, and the ethereal clouds just formed an elegant and interesting light ink landscape painting. Looking up at the rooftop, the peak is full of clouds and mist, the mountain path is winding, like a ribbon falling down from the clouds, visitors are like small white dots, scattered on the ribbon and moving up slowly. Several mountain peaks are connected as a whole, like a winding and circling dragon, surrounding the entire Dali, becoming a natural wind barrier. In the midst of this vast sea. Standing stands a mountain peak, which is shaped much like a pen holder.

Mingxin looked around, then pointed to the mountain shaped like a pen stand, and said to Chen Qiubai: "Master Chen Qiubai, do you know? That mountain, like a beacon, his name is called Beacon Mountain, and when he sees Beacon Mountain, it means that he is not far from Xiaosang Village. I still remember when I was a child, I went to play in the mountains with my friends. ”

Chen Qiubai nodded and said, "Oh...... Is it? You've been here with your children, so do you mean that if you climb over Beacon Hill, you can reach Xiaosang Village? ”

"That's right, I remember it all these years." Mingxin said with a little excitement.

Chen Qiubai raised his head and took a closer look at the Beacon Mountain, only to see that on the high peaks, the vegetation was lush, the mountains were continuous, verdant and steep, and the clouds covered the mist. The green trees on the mountain are in the shade, and there are flowers against the background, dressing up the whole mountain peak into a demonic burn. It makes people feel strange after watching it. Look at the surroundings of Beacon Hill again, the shadowy mountains are like a sleepy fairy, draped in a thin veil like cicada wings, and her veins are silent with affection.

At the bottom of Beacon Hill, there is a great river, which changes into all kinds of interesting gestures, sometimes like a fluttering fairy, sometimes like an old man with a staff, sometimes like an ape offering peaches, sometimes like a wild horse on the loose.

Under the sun, the distant mountains are as if they have been washed, vividly, verdant, and look much closer and steeper in front of them. Looming in the mist. Like a naughty child and you hide and seek, the rolling mountains that hide the horizon reflect the glittering gold under the illumination of the light, which looks extraordinarily magnificent, like a beautiful picture.

But although this mountain looks very close, it is very difficult to walk, Chen Qiubai and Mingxin walked for most of the day, but they only crossed one mountain, and two mountains were still in front of Chen Qiubai's eyes, which made Chen Qiubai really helpless. And at this time, the sky began to darken, of course Chen Qiubai didn't care, but Mingxin couldn't rush overnight no matter what. So there was no way, the two of them could only rest on the spot for the night, and then continue on the road tomorrow.

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