The dark white snow is chased by the mountain wind, turning into a roll of waves in the sky, lapping and trampling on the clothes of the pedestrians on it, so late at night, so snowy, even the mountains are also sealed, thousands of mountains and birds are gone, and there are no people returning at night on all kinds of paths.

The jade Buddha in the main hall, the eyes seem to move, the pupils of the white jade, reflect the monks walking with lights in the courtyard, the black staff, the blue lamp, the monks are like ghosts, just show for a moment, it is integrated into the wind and snow, and then blink to see, it has disappeared completely, without a trace.

When the monk came to the small courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he did not knock on the door, but squeezed in directly through the crack in the door.

The black cane and blue lamp he was holding in his hand also flattened out.

At this time, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the sweeping old monk sat upright, lit three or two warm candles, and a peaceful face with loose wrinkles, bathed in soft light.

No footsteps could be heard outside the door.

But the candle flame flickered.

The old monk seemed to notice something, so he stretched out his hand to protect the candle flame, and when it was stable, he dusted off the monk's robe, put his hands together, and the invisible qi directly supported his monk's robe, which seemed full and powerful.

There was a creak, and the door was pushed open.

The wind blew, but it was blocked by the invisible qi, and the candle flame did not move.

The old monk looked intently, but saw a strange and beautiful face behind the door.

Although he was a little confused, he was in a clear state of mind, and soon said "Amitabha".

When I looked up again, my eyes were like mirrors: "The donor came here again in the snow, it's really heartfelt." ”

He understood that the person in front of him was the true appearance of the seventh in the world of the "Sword Demon".

And the unremarkable, stiff face I saw last time was nothing more than a human skin mask.

That's right, such a peerless person deserves such a world-class face.

"The donor is so persistent? The old monk is really puzzled, although my Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion has many exercises and has always been coveted by outsiders, but these outsiders are by no means including the donor.

The benefactor is so young, and the exercises have reached such a level, if the old monk is a little worse in practice, he can't help but be jealous. ”

Xia Bai saw that he didn't shout, but he was quite generous with himself, if the neighbor was chatting like a visitor, he also sat down and asked gently, "What are you jealous of?"

The strong naturally have the bearing of the strong.

Even if it's a cruel thing, it will make its own taste.

So the sweeping monk was silent, and Xia Bai didn't do anything.

It's just sitting and chatting face-to-face in this snow-covered humble house.

The sweeping monk said: "Young, miraculous, peerless appearance, royal status, all the donors that the world desires have already been owned, so the old monk doesn't understand, why do you still come late at night to find a scripture in my deep mountains and old forests?"

The seventh in the world is the ghost of the palace, which is known to the whole world.

Therefore, the sweeping monk naturally made the judgment of "royal identity".

Xia Bai smiled and said lightly: "I am a eunuch." ”

The sweeping monk's eyes were slightly frozen, as if he had never thought of it at all.

"When I was three years old, I was abandoned by my parents and taken to the palace, where I was cleaned, the palace was depressed and complicated, the palace was fierce and ferocious, and the old eunuch who took me died in the dispute when he went out.

Monk, can you only see the brilliance, but not the pain?"

The sweeping monk shook his head: "But the donor is not in pain, and the suffering person cannot reach the realm of the donor, and the donor sees through it." ”

"Humph!"

Xia Bai's lips moved, grinning a little, and then laughed, the laughter drowned out by the wind and snow.

The sweeping monk waits quietly, and the strong always respect the strong, which has nothing to do with the position.

He has sat here for many years, and although the gods say that they are blissful, and the scriptures are said to be seen through, there is no laughter, no crying, no joy, no sorrow, and his life is short for decades, and it is worth it to exchange for bliss after death?

The sweeping monk is already very old, as old as Do'e, and the old man always likes to think crankily, especially the question of life and death, and will always review them one by one in his mind, although these thoughts have long been covered by faith.

But people like them are sober enough to think about their own meaning.

So, the sweeping monk was eager to hear the young peer's point of view.

He was patient and respectful.

Xia Bai's laughter stopped, "I didn't see through it, because I was more persistent, I could never let go, I was always persistent." ”

The sweeping monk said: "Has the donor ever held a boiling kettle in his hand? The body of the kettle is hot, and when you hold it with both hands, the heat not only burns the skin, but also burns the soul... The old man just told you that if it hurts, you won't cling anymore and you will let go. ”

Xia Bai asked lightly: "Why do you want to put it down?"

The sweeping monk said calmly: "For the peace of mind, in order not to sink into the sea of suffering, in order not to get involved in three thousand troubles." ”

Xia Bai asked, "Then you did it?"

The sweeping monk said softly: "The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." That's it. ”

Xia Bai asked, "Then are you happy?"

The sweeping monk said: "Joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are all floating clouds, why be confused about this?"

Xia Bai asked again: "Because... I didn't give up, because I was still clinging, because I didn't want to persuade myself to see through, because I felt that one day, I too would break through the void and become a god who overlooked all living beings and see others see through. ”

In the snowy cold house, the two fell silent.

"The giver is looking at the scriptures. ”

After turning the argument, the atmosphere eased slightly.

Xia Bai said directly: "Forty-two chapters." ”

The sweeping monk paused when he got up, and his face was bitter: "I'm sorry, but this scripture will never be borrowed." ”

When he got up, his hand was already grasping the broom at his side.

Xia Bai also held the long knife at his waist, pressed the knife in his palm, and in the blue light of the handle, his face was shrouded in mystery, and the threat of the sweeping monk in front of him turned out to be 5, which showed that he was a little stronger.

Just look at the knife and lamp in his hand again, but it is still proper10.

"Donor, let's go out. ”

As soon as the old monk raised his hand, the door was pushed open by an invisible force.

Heavy snow poured in, and the wind was like a knife of Ling Chi.

"No need. ”

Xia Bai showed a stunning smile like a demon, and between the flipping of his wrists, the long knife covered with snake scales had been cut out, and the knife intent was quiet, quiet and suppressed, depressing, and distorted.

The sweeping monk has already carried the green lantern such as Zen, such as the treasure light mixed in the internal force, covering the whole body, he is standing at this time to let people attack, but also will only consume his internal strength, it can be said that it is invulnerable, water and fire do not invade.

He waved his broom out to meet the knife.

It's just that there is anger between the eyebrows, this is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, fighting in the pavilion, if the scriptures are destroyed, but the crime is extremely evil, you and I have fought before, although you are strong for half a point, but I have not actually been seriously injured, it can be said that between the two, knowing this, but still here to do it, but it is too much.

"Phew!!"

With an angry shout, the sweeping monk was also angry, and the broom suddenly burned with true qi, and with a terrifying might, he pushed towards Xia Bai.

Last time, Xia Bai instantly exploded with internal force, and this time it was his turn.

And then...

The sweeping monk saw that the knife that Xia Bai slashed out turned into a terrifying giant python, and all his true qi was swallowed by the python's bloody mouth in an instant.

A black glow flashed.

The knife obviously didn't arrive, but it suddenly protruded, became a few feet longer, and directly tore through the true qi protection of the green lantern like a treasure light, and shot violently, piercing the heart of the sweeping monk.

Sou...

The long knife shortened, returned to its normal size, and was held in Xia Bai's palm.

The blood dragged in a thread, in mid-air.

The old monk frowned, his face full of disbelief, why can the knife be long or short? Could it be that the knife is also fine?

It's just that his life is passing quickly.

In his sight, the figure of the stunning young man was changing rapidly, and he soon became his appearance, and then gently comforted: "Don't worry, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion has not been destroyed by our fight, you can go with peace of mind." ”

"It's... What kind of knife are you... Who is it?"

The sweeping monk used his last strength to ask a question that he didn't understand.

But, without waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes.

The knife seemed to have a life-devouring power, and it was impossible to resist.

And his life is coming to an end here.