At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, fifty miles away from the big city "Heyang", there is a small village called "Caomiao Village". There are more than 40 families living here, the folk customs are simple, and the people in the village mostly go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyunmen in exchange for some silver taels to live. On weekdays, the villagers often see Qingyun disciples coming and going, there is a miracle, they worship Qingyunmen, thinking that they have won the Taoist immortal family, and Qingyunmen has always taken care of the surrounding people, and the villagers here are also quite good.

On this day, the sky was overcast and dark clouds were low, making people feel breathless.

Outside Caomiao Village, a group of children are playing.

"Stinky boy, where are you going?" A young child about ten years old with beautiful eyebrows led four or five boys and girls and chased another child in front of him. The kid in front of him, two years younger than him and shorter, was now smiling all over his face, and ran forward with all his might, occasionally turning back and grimacing.

"Zhang Xiaofan, if there is a kind of you, you will stop!" The kid behind him shouted.

The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front of him snorted, and said as he ran: "Lin Jingyu, you are an idiot for me!" As he spoke, he ran faster.

Running all the way, the children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many ups and downs it has experienced.

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, but he was not careful, and he was actually mixed by the door panel, and he was about to fall to the ground, but at this time, a hand reached over and helped him up.

"Xiaofan, be careful!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked up, but he was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old rich boy. There is a pearl hanging around his neck, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he is full of wind. At a young age, he already has a bit of a world-class demeanor.

"Brother Mo Wen!"

Zhang Xiaofan stuck out his tongue, facing this young man who was not much older than himself, but he was a little restrained.

Unlike a few friends who have played together to the end, this young man named Mo Wen did not grow up in the village, but moved to this Caomiao Village with his parents two years ago. I want to find a place to escape the world, and the second is that I heard that there are immortals in Qingyun Mountain, and I want to touch the immortals. It's just a pity that most of the Qingyun disciples who came to the bottom of the mountain are from small characters. More of them are first-class miscellaneous servants, how can they be the masters and accept people, so they have never been able to worship under the Qingyun Sect, and the head of the Mo family is also stubborn. The scenery of the grass temple village is good. I simply built a house and lived here in seclusion.

The Mo family is wealthy and philanthropic, so they get along well with the original residents of Caomiao Village and have a lot of prestige.

Mo Wen is the son of the Mo family, and his appearance and bearing are naturally different from those of a poor family like Zhang Xiaofan, plus he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he once split a small tree in front of those children. Therefore, the children in the neighborhood were in awe of him, and they came and went. On the contrary, no one went to play with him.

At this time, Lin Jingyu and several people also rushed in, and Lin Jingyu, who was the leader, grabbed Zhang Xiaofan and said with a smile: "I caught you, you have nothing to say now?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely and said, "No, no, no, I'm talking to Brother Mo Wen, how can it be counted?" ”

Lin Jingyu glanced at Mo Wen, first shrunk his neck, but then pouted and said, "I don't care, I said that I would admit defeat if I caught it, do you accept it?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan ignored it, but looked at Mo Wen with his eyes, seemingly wanting him to say a few fair words.

Mo Wen's demeanor is different from these children, naturally some people respect and some people are jealous, this Lin Jingyu is one of the people who don't like him, but he can't talk about any dark thoughts, it's just a child's temperament, seeing people who live better than himself, he is always a little envious, Zhang Xiaofan doesn't look at Mo Wen, it's okay, but it makes him a little unable to get off the stage.

Lin Jingyu was angry from his heart, grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's neck with one hand, and said angrily: "Do you accept it? ”

Lin Jingyu was strong, Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was choked by him, his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face slowly began to turn red, but at his young age, his temperament was extremely strong, and he didn't say a word.

Both of them were very stubborn, gritting their teeth and refusing to give in, seeing that a catastrophe was about to happen, the children next to them were so frightened that they ran out, and only Mo Wen was left in the grass temple.

There was a slight glimmer of luster in his eyes, and Mo Wen stretched out his hand to pull the two apart, but one of them was faster, only to hear a Buddha call, and someone said: "Amitabha, stop quickly." ”

Then a thin palm came out of the air, stretched out two fingers, and flicked it on Lin Jingyu's hands. Lin Jingyu was shocked like an electric shock, his whole body was shocked, and his hands naturally let go.

Zhang Xiaofan gasped for breath, obviously holding back hard. The two of them were stunned on the spot, came back to their senses, remembered the scene just now, and looked at each other, and they were a little afraid of each other.

Then he heard Mo Wen suddenly ask: "Thank you master for coming to the rescue, I don't know where the master came from?" ”

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan followed his gaze, and saw an old monk standing in this temple, with wrinkles on his face, a shabby robe, and his whole body was dirty. Only holding a string of jasper prayer beads in his hand was crystal clear, dazzling, and emitting a faint blue light. The strange thing is that among the dozen or so green jade prayer beads of the same size, smooth and clear, there is also a non-jade and non-stone, dark purple color, dull and dull round bead.

The old monk didn't answer, but only looked at the three children carefully, and couldn't help but look at Mo Wen a few more times, and said in his heart: "Good qualifications, but how can there be a bad aura between the eyebrows?" A mere child, looking at his background, it doesn't look like his family has suffered a catastrophe, where does the anger come from? ”

Then he glanced at Lin Jingyu again, "Yes, although I can't catch up with the former, my qualifications are not bad!" ”

Among the three, Zhang Xiaofan paid the least attention.

The old monk didn't talk much, and he was a stranger, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were children, they chatted with him for a few words, didn't ask anything, and ran home, but Mo Wen stayed and talked with the old monk, but he didn't say anything serious, just casually asked some interesting stories.

The old monk knocked on Mo Wen's life experience, but Mo Wen prevaricated, and then, like an ordinary child, pestered the old monk, always asking him to say something strange, and for a while let the old monk forget to probe the anger between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

There was a thunderclap, the wind swept the clouds, and the black clouds rolled in the sky.

Mo Wen didn't know what he noticed, suddenly he paused, glanced at the sky outside the temple, and arched his hand at the old monk, "Master, it's not early, why don't you go and rest in the next home?" ”

The old monk smiled slightly, and just wanted to say something, but he sighed lightly, suddenly got up, and rushed towards the outside of the temple.

"The little donor is slow, there seems to be an evil demon outside the temple, the old monk will go back when he goes, and he must not leave the temple!"

Then I heard a burst of lightning and thunder outside, a strong wind, faintly the sound of Buddha horns, ghosts crying, and thunderbolts from the sky.

Sitting quietly in the grass temple, the corners of Mo Wen's mouth showed a smile.

In the end, I heard an explosion, white light and golden light, gorgeous and unmatched, far better than the sun in the sky. The entire grass temple suddenly fell apart, and Mo Wen's whole person was blown out by a gust of wind, hit his head on the pillar, and never moved again.

After a while, the old monk walked over slowly, staggering, and walked over with Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu between his ribs, stretched out his hand to probe Mo Wen's snort, and saw that there was still breathing, and the pulse was stable, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the two children down, looked down at his chest, the scorched monk's robe, vaguely visible, a black gas has gradually closed in the chest, only a small place in the heart is left, and it has not been invaded.

With a wry smile, he took out a pill from his arms and took it, but the old monk was exhausted, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!"

Somehow, this famous Taoist saying, with a bit of poignant anger, slowly read it out of the mouth of the old monk.

Knowing what he had thought, the man laughed excitedly again, and a frenzy appeared in his eyes.

His eyes looked at the three children, first stretched out his hand to Mo Wen, but he didn't know what he thought, he stopped halfway, and finally woke up Zhang Xiaofan, the two didn't know what to say, and then the old monk handed a bead to Zhang Xiaofan, and unexpectedly slapped Zhang Xiaofan with a palm.

After that, I don't know what I thought, the old monk's brows were slightly furrowed, but his whole body was full of anger, and a faint black gas swirled between his eyebrows, like a ghost, he glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, but he strode away.

It's just that the old monk didn't notice that not long after he left, another person sat up between the three of them, but he didn't hear it.

Listening to the faint cry from the direction of Caomiao Village, Mo Wen blinked his eyes and glanced at the bead in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, but he didn't know what he thought, but he lay down again.

With the cold ground and the faint but clear smell of blood in Mo Wen's nose, he turned over and muttered slightly: "I can enter Qingyun Gate tomorrow!" (To be continued......)

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