After the wood was dried by True Qi, a fire ignited in the cave.

Shanchun rummaged through the cages, picked up the spare clothes and robes soaked with water on wooden forks, and waited to be dried by the campfire.

Because of the careful wrapping of the scriptures and texts carried, there was a need for rain protection, but they were not soaked much, and they could still be saved.

The water bladder and towel hanging on one side are miserable, and they are covered with sludge and aquatic plants.

Shanchun was doing the cleaning work, and looked at the master who was squatting barefoot by the fire and roasting his shoes with admiration.

Although the other party had no image at this time, he couldn't suppress the surging emotions when he thought of the unbelievable magical scene before.

Although he is a road idiot, a little lazy, and his magical powers are not reliable, this is the world-famous Mr. Bai Da, the living immortal in the mouth of the people, the teacher who teaches him step by step, and the life-saving benefactor.

It took a long time for him to calm down his excitement a little.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Master, did the two or two donors hide their identities just now, is it going to be unfavorable to Senior Sister?" ”

"Hmm." Yuan Xing turned his shoes over, and said without looking back: "These two people are Mingjiao disciples, and they had a grudge against your senior sister's maternal grandfather more than ten years ago, and this time they are here to take revenge." Before, he waited on the mountain for Shanchun to bring Hong Qingyao over, so he kept staring at the boat where Miyakura was, and saw that they seemed to be really planning to make a move, so he burst out and calmed the other party first, and then calmly got on the boat to negotiate.

"Then should we inform Senior Sister?" Seon-chun was a little panicked.

"Not necessarily." Yuan Xing shook his head and said lightly: "Knowing that she is a disciple of the teacher, if the two of them were smart, they would have retreated long ago." And ......" He turned his head to look at the little apprentice, and said with a smile: "Your senior sister's maternal grandfather is not a simple person, even if the teacher does not interfere, forgive that palace benefactor will not be able to set off the storm." ”

Speaking of which, he shocked Miyakura this time, more to repay the other party's kindness for helping him more than ten years ago. Because he can clearly sense it, not to mention that Hong Qingyao's own kung fu is not weak, not to mention that there are masters around him who are secretly guarding. Miyakura really did it, and I don't know who will suffer by then.

Shanchun was relieved at this time, but he hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Master, when I was at the bottom of the mountain before, that Ning Shi Master insisted that I call him Senior Brother, and asked a lot of questions about you. ”

Yuan Xing was stunned: "He is the only son of your third master Bo Ningmu, and it is not wrong for you to call your senior brother." But......" He paused and asked, "His father often complained to me, saying that this kid is sticky and hairier than a monkey, and you haven't been poked out of anything, have you?" ”

"Absolutely not." Shanchun hurriedly waved his hand, before the master repeatedly explained that he was Mr. Bai Da and his recent whereabouts to anyone, he did not dare to commit this taboo.

"Then what are you nervous about?" Yuan Xing looked at him funny.

Shanchun pursed his lips, took out two silver beans from his arms and handed them over: "This is the ...... that Master Ning Shi forcibly stuffed to his disciple" He lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong. There is no way, he is a young man, he is still a little novice, he really can't withstand Ning Chengyun's verbal bombardment, although he closed his mouth tightly and was silent, but he also accepted the "bribe" given by the other party in a daze, if it wasn't for the master coming down early, he was really afraid that he would not be able to control what he would say. At this time, facing his own master, of course, he will be nervous.

Yuan Xing didn't take the silver, but took the shoes from the fire, knocked them on the ground, knocked off the cracked soil, and then put them on his feet again, and said indifferently: "He is not an outsider, he will take it for you, and when he has the opportunity to go down the mountain, he can buy something to eat." ”

"Down the mountain?" Shanchun was stunned.

"Hmm." Yuan Xing had already sat cross-legged at this time, and explained lightly: "The opportunity to be a teacher this time has also been found, and it is time to go back to Beijing to do business." You can stay and practice at Tianchan Temple with peace of mind. ”

Shanchun was about to say something, but seeing that the master had closed his eyes and started meditating, he had to sit aside sullenly.

In the evening, not long after the heavy rain outside the cave stopped, there was another muffled thunder in the sky, and lightning streaked through the clouds, illuminating the dark night.

Yuan Xing woke up from his concentration, and the white light flashing in the sky was reflected in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be distracted.

That rainy night in Kyoto two years ago is the same scene as it is today.

Heavy rain was raging, lightning and thunder were roaring.

Contrary to people's speculation, Yuanxing did not reach the level of divine appearance at all, and was able to resist the collapsed mountain wall at the beginning because he had enough merit to save people, and Jin Cicada was secretly helping.

The much-talked-about tie with the great eunuch Jiang Tongfu, the master of the gods, was also because people did not want to expose it.

Yes, the so-called god master, whose chance to break through is just an excuse to cover up, he has already been taken away by a demon soul from another world many years ago and became a demon seed. He bewitched the emperor and secretly arranged the plan in order to open the plane passage and make the true body descend on this world.

That night, Bai Jingxing, who was destined to change his appearance, took the masters of the two Buddhist and Taoist families and the Governor's Mansion to ambush in the palace, and attacked and killed the eunuch Jiang Tongfu in front of the emperor of the current dynasty.

The battle was tragic and took a long time, and most of the participants were eventually lost.

Under the raging demonic flames, the earthquake in Beijing was triggered, and countless people and officials were killed and injured.

His Majesty the Emperor saw his most trusted companion incarnate into a bloodthirsty and terrifying demon, and saw the tragic situation of Jingshi, remembering the frequent disasters in Dayong over the years, he naturally regretted it, and after three sin edicts, he died of fear.

Senior brother Ning Mu secretly investigated the secrets of the palace, although out of public interest and had manpower to protect him, but after all, he committed a royal taboo, was given an idle position, and was trapped in Beijing for retirement.

The governor of the Governor's Mansion, Bai Dadu, was implicated, and after the new emperor ascended the throne, he took the initiative to retire.

And Yuan Xing, seeing that the demon seed was incomparable, forcibly took out the golden cicada in his brain at a critical moment and temporarily suppressed the demon soul.

After that, he wandered for several years, looking for a way to permanently destroy the demon spirit.

Now......

He stretched out his hand, and a relic glowing with a strange green light appeared in his palm.

The seeds of the demon tree are planted, and the other half of the merit relics are unsealed, although it feels a little worse.

But Jingzhong is so eager to find himself, I'm afraid that the seal of the golden cicada has shown signs of instability, and it is time to go back and end this matter.

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All the money on his body was paid for the ship, and Yuan Xing didn't want to spend his apprentice's money, so he had to find another way. He rummaged through his bag, and finally pulled out a gold leaf in the cuff of his old robe.

This was sewn in from the capital as a precaution, and now it comes in handy.

So, he was rare and generous, and took a boat back to Qingzhou.

However, I didn't find a boat in Wutou Mountain, so I had to walk.

Shanchun watched his master go in the wrong direction several times, and he held back his guilt and didn't make a sound reminder. I was full of hope that Master would never find Tianchan Temple, so he would not have to be separated from himself.

The young man's mind is always so simple, although he also understands that Qingzhou is not big, and Yuanxing still has a mouth to ask for directions.

No matter how reluctant he was, the master and apprentice stumbled to the foot of Wutou Mountain.

handed over the letter that had already been written and the ring knife that never left him to the apprentice, and solemnly instructed him again and again, and then watched Shanchun go up the mountain.

Watching the figure of the little apprentice gradually disappear on the forest path step by step, his gaze raised a little, as if he had passed through many barriers, and saw the scene of the ancient temple in the mountains again.

Uncle Master's teeth should have fallen out, can he still eat a big bowl of rice as in the past?

Master's hemorrhoids are quite serious, and I don't know if the medicinal materials brought back by the home remedies last time have any effect?

The scripture building has lost its own owner, how many scriptures have been eaten by insects?

Teachers and nephews have started to prepare for fasting, right? The acacia flowers are all blooming, add some to the porridge, and then serve with soybean sauce and wild vegetables, it is really delicious.

Well, I don't know if I saw Shanchun and learned that I couldn't enter the temple, would the senior brother jump to his feet......

Thinking of this, he smiled, lowered his hat, and turned to stride away.

At this time, the spring breeze is warm, and the sunlight of the road slanted down, and then cast on the ground through the branches beside the road, creating mottled shadows. The distant mountains are washed and the outlines are clear. Everything is rendered like an ink painting, and if you add a traveler's brushwork, it is also extremely beautiful......