The snowy wild wind didn't know how far the smell of blood blew on the monk's body, attracting a group of hungry wolves.

Those hungry wolves, walking in snow thick enough to drown people's knees, with the length and width of their bodies not being submerged, jumped and jumped, with great difficulty and difficulty.

Zhou Mengyuan and the monk discovered at the same time.

The monk, who had many serious injuries on his body, became frightened and said tremblingly: "This is really the end! It seems that the poor monk is destined to die. Hero, please leave your name and where you come and go, and escape by yourself, so that I can pray for you in the underworld. ”

Still praying? I was almost tortured to death by the village chief.

Zhou Mengyuan was also afraid, but he understood that at this moment, what was more needed was the courage to survive and the firm belief in living.

"Under the surname Zhou Mengyuan, from the Great Sui of China, I want to go to your Daming Temple. ”

"Daming Temple, the poor monk is there to become a monk. Unfortunately, the poor monk is too weak to take you there, so he will have to stay and feed the wolves. The monk's eyes flashed with fear and despair.

"Don't worry, Master, I won't leave you. I have the skills to defeat them. ”

"Wolves are the things that our people reveal, and if you hurt them, you will be punished by the government and condemned by everyone. ”

Poor monk, when his life was in danger, still stuck to the rules and did not dare to bend the law, and did not dare to disobey the public.

"That's your people's business. I'm a foreigner, and I have nothing to do with it, so I can't obey it. ”

The monk shook off his support and said angrily: "I can't help you! When a foreigner comes to me, he should also conform to the customs. If you want to hurt the wolf, kill me first!"

Zhou Mengyuan smiled mischievously: "Okay! I will clean up the wolf first, and then it will not be too late to kill you." ”

The wolves approached and began to set up a formation, surrounded them in three directions at the same time.

"Roar!"

Zhou Mengyuan roared wildly, wanting to find out.

The wolves didn't react at all, probably because no one really attacked the wolves.

Courage and conviction fell sharply.

At the moment of life and death, Zhou Mengyuan once again used his strength to dance his arms, wanting to use the Fa-Gong to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, this time it was successful.

Wherever the palm of the palm is pointing, the snowflakes roll up, like layers of huge waves, flying all over the sky and patting past.

Hungry wolves, unable to escape, were buried by the rising snowdrifts, and it was a problem to escape, and they had no strength to fight.

"Tap, tap, don't hurt them, Amitabha, Amitabha..."

How could Zhou Mengyuan give up.

In order to enjoy it, in order to eliminate depression, in order to really master the exercises, use the Dharma palm over and over again, bury the wolves with snow, expose, bury again, and expose again...

The wolves, who had never experienced confrontation and revenge, were helpless in the face of such faceless brutal banter, humiliation, and ravage, and sighed softly, "Where is the justice?

Repeatedly, a huge circle was struck by Zhou Mengyuan's magic palm, and there was only a thin layer of clean ice on the round surface, and the green grass that was quietly sprouting could be faintly seen.

"Ang -----"

The big green horse neighed excitedly and ran over.

Zhou Mengyuan heard the sound and regained his momentum.

Can't wait to come, pounce on the past to meet it, and fall into the snow.

Coming to his master, the big green horse meekly stretched his neck.

Holding the head of the big green horse and putting his face on its face, Zhou Mengyuan cried with joy.

"Daqing, forgive me for my kindness! It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that the village chief is too cruel. How did you get out? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Suddenly, suddenly!"

The big green horse blew his nose and shook his head.

Zhou Mengyuan checked it carefully, and saw that there were no injuries on the big green horse, so he put the blanket in front of the saddle, helped the monk on the saddle, and walked into the distance together.

After walking for a few miles, the monk pointed forward with his fingers through his sleeves and said, "Look, the top of the ice and snow in the distance is the Daming Temple you are going to." ”

The snow was dazzling, Zhou Mengyuan squinted his eyes and looked at it, and saw that there was a snow-white mountain top filled with a beautiful fairy aura in the distance, and there were faintly brown houses.

Happily touching the magic finger under his neck, he said in his heart, "Venerable Abbot, you can finally revisit your resurrected life.

On the way to Daming Temple from the foot, there is also a Grand Canyon, and after successfully crossing, it is not far away.

The steep slope into the valley has no path. The monk couldn't remember the next place, so he could only refer to the sparse slope of the trees and grope his way down.

Seeing that Da Qingma was already out of breath, with a thick white breath spewing from his nostrils, Zhou Mengyuan was very distressed.

"Master. The valley slope is steep and difficult to walk, I am worried that the big green horse will stumble, you better come down, I will help you. ”

"Uh-huh. I was just about to come down. My ass hurts. ”

The person who climbed the snow did not say that it was hard, but the person who sat on the plane first said that his buttocks hurt, and there was really no comfortable thing in the world.

The monk was injured and his limbs were weak, and Zhou Mengyuan was supporting, clearly walking with his arms.

It is light to sink up and down, and it is difficult to stabilize under the feet.

"Poof!"

"Boom!

Zhou Mengyuan slipped.

The monk fell on the way.

"Ahh

Zhou Mengyuan screamed and rolled down until he was blocked by a tree.

Seeing this, Da Qingma also neighed, knelt on all fours, and slid down.

The monk kneaded his waist and legs, "Benefactor, what can the poor monk do?"

Zhou Mengyuan gestured and said, "Sit upright, follow the trajectory of my down, push hard behind me with both hands, and slide down." Soon. Do not worry. ”

"The poor monk doesn't dare!" the monk was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"You're a... Master!" Zhou Mengyuan frowned angrily and almost scolded.

Seeing Zhou Mengyuan climb up with two steps back, the monk was moved.

"Benefactor, don't expend your physical strength on the poor monk anymore. The poor monk gave up this old life. Amitabha! Bodhisattva bless! Bless if you come to bless! Bless yourself with contemplation! Bless the great grandmaster! Bless my Buddha! Bless all Buddhas! Bless from God!····"

I prayed for a while, but as a result, I sat still and did not move. Crying and mourning: "Amitabha! Why is the disciple so timid and afraid of death? Amitabha, Buddhas, Buddhas, Uh-huh. Quickly give the incompetent disciple infinite courage and great strength!"

Incompetence! Incompetence!

It's really incompetent. No wonder when he became a monk, his master gave him the name "incompetent".

The big green horse slid all the way to the bottom of the valley and stood there looking up.

Zhou Mengyuan climbed a few times, retreating more than advancing.

simply knelt there, helplessly watching without a word.

After praying and crying enough, the monk shook his fist and hammered his chest, "Impotent! You are so strong in the face of the village chief in Mafang, you are the best man in the world." What's the fear of a landslide? It's a big deal to break your bones and go to see the Buddhas, isn't this exactly what you want?"

He closed his eyes and shouted, "Benefactor!

The flutter and the slippery belt will roll down.

Zhou Mengyuan anxiously guarded.

Unexpectedly, the monk completely slipped, screamed in fear, and stopped when he was about to reach the bottom.

When I opened my eyes, I was actually alive, and my arms and legs were intact! It's a pity that I have been closing my eyes and not seeing the world spinning, and I have lost a lot of exercise feelings.

A little experience, as if nature is a miracle doctor, the monk's incompetent legs and crotch suddenly no longer hurt.

"Master, is there no problem?"

"Call the poor monk incompetent. Incompetence is the name of the poor monk. The monk laughed at himself, "I probably was dislocated by the village chief's dog legs, and after such a fall, even bumping and bumping, my bones don't hurt anymore." Hehe! The dog's strength was in vain. ”

How can people here be like this? Is it humorous, funny, optimistic, cheerful, calm, or is it a short IQ?

The sun came out, and hung red in the middle of the sky.

Judging by the direction, it was noon.

The warm sun shines on the valley floor. Snow and ice reflect the light in a dazzling way.

In any case, it is a good thing that the sun shines through, symbolizing that the snow and ice are about to melt and everything will recover.

The incompetent monk put his hand on his eyebrows, and said: "Benefactor, the poor monk's prayer last year was a little late. I really want to go back and get justice with the rude and ignorant village chief. ”

Zhou Mengyuan pursed his lips and smiled, "Hehe! If the sun came out yesterday, we might not be able to come together." ”

Of course, it doesn't have to be beaten up like this. Hehe.

The incompetent monk became excited, and he wanted to recite poetry so much.

"Ahh The sun... Amitabha!"

In fact, it is Zhou Mengyuan who wants to express his nostalgia more.

But when he saw the vague Daming Temple, all the distractions were lost, and he only thought about hurrying, hurrying, and speeding up.

The sun is westerly.

Climbing up the canyon is the southern foot of the mountain where the Daming Temple is located.

Zhou Mengyuan's confidence doubled, and his blood boiled and he was full of strength.

Looking at the big snowdrift in front of him, "Master, the high pile in front of you can't be a tomb, right?"

The incompetent monk frowned and thought about it, and said, "In my memory, I don't seem to have seen a high pile. Maybe it's only in the past year or two. Which family will bury their ancestors here, the feng shui is extremely bad, but in a few days, the snow water from all directions will definitely collapse the tomb, float away the coffin, and lose the soul at the bottom of the valley. ”

At this moment, less than thirty feet away, the high pile that the two people were talking about trembled.

What's the situation?

Zhou Mengyuan hurriedly stopped, reached out and grabbed the reins of the big green horse.

"Ahh

The heap continued to tremble. At first, slowly. The further back you go, the bigger the action.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar!

An extremely surprising scene is vividly presented in front of you.

Even the big green horse was so frightened that he raised his hooves, and "Kenang-----" screamed.

It's not a mystery, it's not a ghost.

It's a monster-faced beast!

Dense and thick brown hairy waterfalls. Resembling a lion, two huge pointed ears stood up, pointing at Zhou Mengyuan and them. Around the top of the head, there are strange horns of different lengths and thicknesses, densely covered with sharp knives, and the rare image and horror color have never been heard in mythological stories.

The huge head shook a few times, and opened the blood-red eyes as big as a lantern, and the pupils radiating infinite murderous aura were clearly visible.

The blood-red eyes blinked a few times, and then slowly closed.

"Roar!"

He raised his broad chin, shook off the thick ice and snow, opened his mouth wide enough to take a mouthful of an adult elephant's blood, and let out a strange scream.

The monster screams, not with force.

But the sound of the cavern-like empty and deep throat, dull and high-pitched, with great strength and penetrating power, shook the snow on both sides of the canyon, and the ice cracked.

Zhou Mengyuan and Incompetence were also shocked to the point that their hearts trembled and they became frightened.

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