Whether he can return to his hometown for the New Year, Wen Ke actually doesn't care at all.

After the excitement, his sanity returned, and he was most worried about the possible pursuers behind.

Yuan Xing is actually not afraid of the official people tracking down the traces, this time it can be said that he was semi-actively exposed.

But once is enough, and if people catch up, it is inevitable that they will be entangled again, which is really troublesome.

He thought for a moment, carried Wen Ke behind him, and then chose a random direction, and disappeared in a few steps.

Although he hadn't used his divine feet for a long time, Yuanxing was still proficient, but the young man had never experienced such sensory stimulation, and only a few times he was dizzy and wanted to vomit, just because he was on the back of the monk master, he could only endure it and did not vomit the powerful thing on Yuanxing's neck.

Yuan Xing listened to all directions, and quickly noticed that something was wrong with his back, and hurriedly collected his supernatural powers, and lost his true qi to the young man behind him.

When he was a little better, he walked again, only this time, he touched the snow on his toes and wore it lightly.

His light skills have reached the point of being superb, stepping on the snow without a trace, each step has a distance of more than ten zhang, sometimes the air is accumulated, there is no need to fall to the ground, as if it is really flying.

This time, fast and steady, Wen Ke no longer had the discomfort before, but looked at the scenery passing under him excitedly.

The two of them stopped and ran for a few more days before they slowed down.

On this day, I arrived at an unknown village, and after inquiring, I learned that I had traveled all the way in the past few days, and I had directly crossed Qingzhou and arrived at the foot of Laoshan Mountain in Laizhou Prefecture.

"Laizhou." Yuan Xing looked stunned for a long time, and then smiled again: "Donor, anyway, you have already arrived here, why don't you take the poor monk to see the sea ......"

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Young people always have the greatest curiosity about new things.

Wen Ke is no exception, he didn't feel anything when he got along with his monk master before, but after seeing him exert his divine power and perform that kind of unbelievable supernatural exercises, how could he not yearn for it in his heart?

On the day of his journey, he had mentioned it several times, hoping that Yuanxing would officially accept him as a disciple and shave him. But they were all rejected on the grounds that the time had not yet come.

This made him very worried in his heart, and he couldn't help but suffer from gains and losses.

The young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and his tense face had already betrayed his emotions.

Yuan Xing saw it in his eyes, and of course he had already considered it in his heart.

He didn't want Wen Ke to enter Buddhism just because he had a strong desire for martial arts.

Although Buddhism comes and goes freely, there are not many restrictions on returning to the world and entering the WTO, ordination is a thing that needs to be treated solemnly, but it is not as simple as shaving your hair and putting on a coat. Relying only on a momentary enthusiasm to become a monk will not last long.

Unlike himself, or his disciples who were sent to the monastery by his parents as a child, he had a choice.

Yuan Xing hopes that Wen Ke can really be sincere, not like this, full of martial arts and magical powers.

But these thoughts, he can't speak, but needs the candidate apprentice in front of him to comprehend them himself.

Of course, the homework that should be taught did not fall behind, and as for Wen Ke, he made a mistake because he was absent-minded.

Well, the penalty is still going to be punished.

Laizhou is located on the Jiaozhou Peninsula, and Laoshan is very close to Yuanxing's future hometown. Although 600 years have passed, it is inevitable that the feeling of homesickness will arise. In addition, after two years of running around and doing penance, I also felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, I don't plan to rush anymore.

led Wen Ke to find a large local temple called Guanhai Temple, put up an order, and lived there temporarily. While resting, while teaching the apprentices.

In the temple, Wen Ke, a layman, followed a group of monks, practiced and worked every day, and had to face increasingly heavy schoolwork. At first, he couldn't stay still, and he always wanted to sneak outside to see the excitement, especially during the Chinese New Year, when he heard the sound of firecrackers from the bottom of the mountain, his soul was hooked.

But people are really adaptable creatures, and it didn't take long for them to gradually get used to this kind of ordinary life.

As his literacy progressed, he was exposed to the Dharma more and more. The impetuous and unstable heart of the past gradually calmed down, and finally got the recognition of fate.

When the spring flowers were blooming, Wen Ke and several young people were ordained at Guanhai Temple, and officially became a novice monk, with the Dharma name: Shanchun.

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"Master, isn't it okay for us to stay here?" Shanchun looked back at the Guanhai Temple hidden in the blue smoke and rain, and he couldn't hold back a mist in his eyes.

One stay is more than three months, he is familiar with the monks in the temple, and prefers the kind of busy but stable and peaceful days, and now he suddenly leaves, I am really reluctant.

"If you don't want to keep going, you can stay." Yuan Xing straightened the hat above his head, whispered a word, and strode forward.

"Then let's go." Shanchun tightened the cage behind him, turned around sullenly, and followed behind Yuanxing.

After walking for a while and then turning back, Guanhai Temple has completely disappeared.

"Master, where are we going?" When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he finally couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Xing replied: "For cultivation, but also to find opportunities." ”

"What is the chance?"

"You won't know until you encounter it." Yuan Xing winked at him, and then laughed heartily......

A basket of water fell from the sky, and heavy rain fell in the evening.

The two of them quickened their pace, and finally knocked on the door of a family before they got wet, and got permission to stay overnight.

Early the next morning, after thanking the master and the apprentice for the morning lesson, they were about to leave, but a sound of banging and banging caught their attention.

I saw a group of men, women and children carrying a sliding pole passing in front of the door, all the way the suona gong struck the earth, and there were several young people in front of them holding a long pole, and the firecrackers on it crackled non-stop, this strange procession passed through the village, thinking about the east and moving slowly.

"Old donor, this is ......," Seon-chun asked.

"Hey, a few days ago, the big locust tree in the east of the village was killed by lightning, and the goddess had a dream of the fox fairy, saying that the big tree had become a fine tree, and now it has suffered a tragedy, and it will be dissatisfied, and it will cause trouble to the township. No, carry the shrine to suppress the demons. ”

"Fox fairy? Tree? Yuan Xing's expression moved, and he lowered his head and pondered for a moment before asking: "Dare to ask the donor, is this a village?" ”

"Yes, most of the people in the village have the surname He." The old man nodded.

Shanchun saw that the master's face became strange, and he was about to ask, but he saw Yuan Xing take out a large handful of copper coins from his sleeve and slapped them in the hands of the owner: "Old donor, can the poor monk borrow another night?" ”

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The stars as many as the sands of the Ganges shine brightly in the sky. The night is as cool as water, and the wind still carries the chill of early spring. It seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog outside. The faint silver glow of the moon shone on a large broken tree on the outskirts of the village, and the strip of red cloth tied to the trunk of the tree floated and fluttered with the breeze, taking advantage of the strange feeling of the shrine below.

Even the common croaking of frogs and insects in spring is gone, and there is silence all around.

Suddenly, with the sound of rustling stampede, a tall and thin figure appeared. The moonlight was hazy, making his face unreal, and the only thing special was the shiny bald head.

It was here that the visitor stayed for an extra night.

I saw him approaching lightly, first carefully examining the fox statue in the shrine, then straightening up and taking two steps to the tree.

He sighed softly, plucked the next thing from the bead around his neck, and stood there for a long time before he waved his hand and slapped something the size of his finger on the trunk.

There was no earth-shattering sound, but the next moment, an emerald green light shone brightly, slowly enveloping the body of the big tree.

Yuan Xing took half a step back, quietly watching the big tree gradually become transparent in the green light, this state lasted for a few breaths, and the light slowly faded again.

"Click", the sound of things falling.

Yuan Xing hurriedly stepped forward and picked up a semicircular bead the size of a fingernail, he held the bead in his hand and let out a long breath.

But when he was about to turn away, he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart and looked behind him.

Suddenly, the environment changes. The big trees, the grass, the stars and the moon in the sky have all disappeared, and all the surrounding scenery seems to have turned into silk threads of various colors, separated, entangled, combined, and turned into big trees, grass, stars and moons again, and a very familiar small temple.

A faint shadow appeared in front of him, gradually condensing.

It turned out to be another fate, he stood with his hands in his hands, and was staring at the big tree in contemplation.

Suddenly, I turned my head as if I had a feeling, and the two eyes, spanning more than 600 years, collided here.

The cold moon illuminated the two of them almost transparently, no matter how distorted and changed the surrounding environment, their bodies seemed to be frozen, there was no sadness or joy in their eyes, and they looked at each other quietly......

Perhaps because the time to get started is still short, Shanchun still needs to be called by the master to do the morning class.

I washed my face with cold water in a daze, and I was a little more energetic.

But today's homework is destined to be impure, and only halfway through the reading, there is a noisy sound outside, and words such as big trees and fox fairies can be faintly heard.

The young man was curious, but he was distracted, and there was a pain in his head.

withdrew his hand, Yuan Xing didn't even raise his eyelids, and admonished: "Go on." ”

"Yes." Shanchun stuck out his tongue, hurriedly collected his mind, and continued to recite the scriptures.

After doing the morning class and saying goodbye to the master, Yuan Xing took the apprentice out of the village directly, Shanchun turned his head, and saw a group of people around a big tree from a distance, talking about it, as if they were discussing something.

"Master, did that fox fairy really save the big tree at the entrance of the village?" On the way, Shanchun remembered the words of the old benefactor at the time of parting, and couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Xing looked at him with a smile and did not answer.

Today there is no wind or rain, and the sun is not big, which is just the right time for a long journey.

At noon, the two of them arrived at a small river, and after eating the dry food they carried, Yuan Xing did not rush to set off as usual, but sat cross-legged on a big stone, took out a small green bead from his arms, and looked at it carefully.

"What is this?" Seon-chun stepped forward and said curiously.

"The relics soaked in demonic energy are also half locks." Yuan Xing sighed quietly.

"Huh? Goblin? "The word demon is not said casually, it is strange that Shanchun does not smack his tongue.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and pondered for a moment before he said, "After fasting in the future, you and I will recite the Heart Sutra on this relic for an hour, do you know?" Then he turned his gaze back to the relics in his hand and whispered in a voice that he could hear: "After all, there is still something missing." ”

Shanchun nodded over there and sat directly opposite Yuanxing.

The latter held the relics in his palms, and the two masters and apprentices began to recite the Heart Sutra.

But as he read it, Shanchun looked up inadvertently, but his little face turned pale in an instant.

Yuan Xing heard his chanting voice broken, frowned unhappily, and scolded: "Focus on ......"

"But, Master, your head ......" Shanchun trembled and raised his hand to the master's forehead, he couldn't help but be surprised, only to see that a vertical wound appeared on Yuanxing's originally smooth forehead, which was red and shiny.

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and said, "It's just a small injury." ”

But he didn't use much force, and in Shanchun's exclamation, his forehead sank down, as if a bone was missing.

"This is for the teacher himself, it's not a big deal." Yuan Xing looked at the apprentice's pale little face, shook his head and laughed.

He said it easily, but the apprentice became more and more worried.

Because Shanchun suddenly remembered the words of the father-in-law Yin in winter.

His own master once dug out his forehead with his own hands and took out the relics? At that time, because the situation was tense, and I didn't know what the relics meant to the disciples of Buddhism, I didn't care.

Now that he is no longer Wuxia Ameng, how can he be calm when he sees such a strange situation?

Yuan Xing didn't look at him again, but continued to calm down and recite the scriptures.

An hour later, the two packed up and got back on the road.

"Master, where are we going?" When Shanchun said this, his eyes were still staring at the master's forehead, but now that the other party's forehead had regained its whiteness, it seemed that the previous wound was an illusion at all.

Yuan Xing glared at him, thought for a while and then said: "Go to the south, you have a senior sister who is an official there, and she hasn't been in touch for two or three years, so you should also go and see it." ”

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There are many villages and towns in Dayong near the sea, the natural roads are developed, and the fate of Heshan Chun all the way to the south is quite smooth.

Early that morning, as the two of them passed a hillside, they heard the cry of a child in their ears, and when they looked at the sound, they saw a group of men dressed in white linen standing in front of a tomb, silent.

And in front of the crowd, there was a little child with filial piety crying heartbroken.

Shanchun, who has always been very fast, saw this scene, and couldn't help but sound his life experience, and he felt sorry in his heart and stopped walking.

Just as he was losing his mind, a large warm hand touched his shoulder.

Sun-chun retracted his gaze and continued on his way, but his face was gloomy.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Master, what is the purpose of our cultivation?" Is it to give up all emotions? ”

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, but in the end he was replaced by a smile, he chuckled and shook his head: "No, cultivation, just to chase a light......"

At this time, it was still early, and the colorful glow on the horizon had not yet dispersed, and their shadows had become blurred in this brilliant morning light......