Three poles on the sun. ......

It was an unknown city.

Under the cover of night.

The city was brightly lit, and there were many prosperous flutes.

The river runs through the city, and it is covered with delicate lanterns, which not only carry the lovesickness and love of many boys and girls.

In the middle of the river, there is the Lou Boat Night Market.

On the bow of one of the building boats, a young man in a blue monk's robe was sitting cross-legged at this moment.

He has a beautiful appearance, and he is not inferior to the stunning women in the world.

His face was calm and peaceful, and he sat quietly cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his hands folded, and he did not move in the noise around him.

Until I don't know when and where, a middle-aged man appeared next to the young monk.

The middle-aged man was dressed simply, but not ordinary. His expression was calm and relaxed, and his eyes were bright. He held the scroll in his hand, looked at the lively scene around him, and said to the young monk: "Red dust refining heart, will it really not be swallowed by red dust?"

The young monk slowly opened his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, and then at the scroll in the latter's hand.

It's not poetry.

It's a volume of people's policies!

The young monk looked up at the middle-aged man carefully, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he stretched out, "I didn't expect to meet you here!

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Confucian frowned slightly, "You know me, yes, it's not strange that you know me!"

It seems that the middle-aged Confucian is very confident in his popularity.

The young monk looked the middle-aged Confucian up and down again, "Look at your bearing, you shouldn't appear in this small city, it should be the dragon above the nine heavens, but I don't know you, no matter who you are! But I know you again, but the you I know are not the current you!"

"Is the monk so mysterious?"

The middle-aged Confucian student's interest also sat on the bow of the boat, sitting side by side with the monk in Tsing Yi.

"Even if it's mysterious!"

The young monk said calmly, "Can I ask you to help me with something?"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Confucian was stunned again, "Your little monk is a little strange, that is, he is not called a poor monk, and he is so impolite." Why don't you know each other yet, so let me do things for you! You really don't know who I am? They all say that the people who can talk to me are the creations of these people!"

"Is that ......?"

The young monk said perfunctorily: "Then you won't be good in the next life!"

"I will become an emperor in this life! There is no next life!"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled.

The young monk also laughed, and then said, "My name is Xie Qinghou! I'm leaving here, I'm here to find a girl! I hope you will help me find it!"

"What's that girl's name and what does she look like?"

The middle-aged Confucian asked.

The young monk shook his head, "I only knew it was her when I saw her. Just as I saw you, I knew it was you!"

"You little monk, it's really interesting!"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled, "I have always instructed others, but I didn't expect to be ordered by you today." I've always told people things they don't understand, but today you're here to talk to me, isn't it true that a tiger won't crush a tiny ant?"

The young monk did not reply to the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words, "I can only stay here for two incense sticks, I will leave first! I hope that the next time I appear, I can see you again, and I hope that you can bring me good news at that time!"

With that, the young monk disappeared from the bow of the ship in an instant.

The middle-aged Confucian raised his eyebrows, turned around and went back to the cabin, and muttered, "Xie Qinghou, who is it?"

......

Under the warm sunshine, in a ruined temple, the young monk slowly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief!

"How's it going, fun in your past life?"

In the ruined temple, another voice sounded. It was also a monk, dressed in white, who didn't look like a good person, and had some taste of both good and evil. 22 Literary Network

"I met Lin Huang, listening to his tone, it seems that he is very powerful! He also threatened to become an emperor in the world! If he knew that he would be suppressed under the Great Lei Yin Temple in his life, I don't know what kind of expression he would have!"

The young monk laughed.

......

The night is still there!

In the cabin, the middle-aged man was about to lie down and fall asleep when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged Confucian got up instantly and turned his head to look over.

Immediately, he frowned, "Who are you?"

At this moment, the middle-aged Confucian looked at the monk who suddenly came, and there were doubts in his heart. He thought it was the Tsing Yi monk who had left earlier. But what appeared in front of him at this moment was a little monk in white. It's not as beautiful as the monk in Tsing Yi, but it's okay.

"Little monk Lingxu!"

The white-clothed monk spoke, looking at the middle-aged Confucian with a clear gaze.

"That Tsing Yi monk robed Xie Qinghou just now is your senior brother?"

The middle-aged Confucian asked.

"The little monk doesn't have a senior brother, Xie Qinghou...... The name is somewhat familiar, but the little monk doesn't know him!"

The little monk in white said.

"Then why are you here? Do you want me to help you find someone?"

The middle-aged Confucian thought that tonight's events were very interesting, so he sat down slowly and looked at the white-clothed monk in front of him with interest.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The little monk in white suddenly became a little restrained, and said awkwardly: "The little monk doesn't know why he came here, and he doesn't know why he came here, but the moment he saw the donor, he wanted a wisp of the donor's soul breath!"

"Huh?"

This is the third time that the middle-aged Confucian has asked questions tonight.

"The little monk doesn't know why he wants the breath on the donor's body, but he just wants it!"

The white-clothed little monk said a little stiffly, "Before that, the little monk had already appeared in many places inexplicably!"

"It's all for the soul breath?"

The middle-aged Confucian asked.

The little monk in white nodded.

"What if I don't give it?"

The white-clothed monk shook his head, "There was a person who killed the little monk thousands of times before, but the little monk didn't know why, and he couldn't die every time." Later, the man was so annoyed that he couldn't stand it, so he gave it to the little monk!"

"You really don't know Xie Qinghou?"

"I don't know!"

......

......

It was a hundred miles of peach forest.

In the peach forest, there is a small low thatched hut.

Outside the thatched hut, there was a wooden young man, using peach wood as a sword, constantly slashing at the space in front of him.

It's been two years.

The boy has grown a lot taller, and he is no longer as dark as before.

But the silly energy is as good as ever.

"Senior Li, when will Sister Xue recover...... It's been almost half a year!"

When the young man stopped practicing his sword, he turned his head and asked Li Taixuan, who was drunk on the side.

"What's the hurry!"

Then Li Taixuan turned over and threw the wine jug at Li Chunfeng, "When we were in the spring, we buried the snow under this hundred-mile peach forest, which is worthy of summer, and it is not autumn yet, how can she come out so quickly!"