Although Ning Mu is just an idle official now, it is not appropriate to stay outside for so long without a will.

Therefore, after sending the two monks back to Tianchan Temple, he stayed for a day and left.

Yuan Xing took his apprentice Shanchun and sent them all the way, and under Ning Mu's resolute attitude, he was only sent to the halfway up the mountain, and then he watched the third senior brother disappear before he disappeared in the mountain road under the green cover, and there was no trace of him.

In a trance, I remembered that it seemed that many years ago in the summer, when he was still a little novice, he was also standing on this mountain step and sending his senior brother down the mountain.

Between the origin and extinction, the weeds and trees beside the road have experienced many ups and downs. The stone steps have been infected by the years and wind and rain, and they are no longer what they used to be.

Just as he sighed, he caught a glimpse of his apprentice who was looking at him for a moment, and if you count, it has been a few months since Shanchun was sent here. Because he just came back, he only cared about catching up with his elders and senior brothers, and he, who was a master, completely forgot about his little apprentice.

He smiled dumbly and asked lightly, "Shanchun, is it your habit of living in the temple?" ”

"It's very good here, the elders and senior brothers take good care of the disciples." Seon-chun replied respectfully.

"Just get used to it." Yuan Xing suddenly moved, pulled the apprentice and walked back: "Come, take you for a good shopping for the teacher." ”

Shanchun was stunned, he has been here for more than three months, and Tianchan Temple is also a big palm, he has not only turned around many times, where is he still used people to take him around? Isn't it good to have this time to practice martial arts with Senior Brother Shanming?

But seeing that the master was very interested, he finally did not say anything about refusal.

Soon, they turned around the wall engraved with the word "Buddha" and came to the gate of Tianchan Temple.

Yuan Xing pointed to the couplets on both sides of the temple gate and read: "The mountain is quiet and dusty, and the water ginseng is like this." The sky is high and the clouds are floating, and the moon is the original heart. Shanchun, can you see any difference? ”

Shanchun glanced at the master suspiciously, and then carefully distinguished the words on the plaque, and pointed to the bottom of the plaque for a long time, and said in surprise: "Master, this heart word is a little more." ”

"When I was in charge of cleaning, I suddenly had an understanding of the stick method when I swept here, and I inadvertently destroyed the plaque with a broom." Yuan Xing's eyes showed a look of nostalgia, and he slowly spoke: "I was going to be punished, but I didn't expect your master to applaud and applaud, and even called 'more is wonderful'......" He suddenly lowered his volume and said: "These two plaques are expensive from the best wood." I used to suspect that because the temple was too poor, your master was reluctant to spend money to change it. At this point, he blinked mysteriously.

"Huh?" Sun-chun's eyes widened in surprise.

Yuan Xing laughed: "I didn't understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, wouldn't it be really wonderful to practice more Zen mind?" ”

After saying that, he dragged the bewildered apprentice again, bypassed the Tianwang Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and followed the stone road behind the squatter until he walked to the suspension bridge in the back mountain.

Anyone who has just arrived in an unfamiliar environment will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable. Of course, the same is true for Shanchun, although the elders and brothers in the temple treat him really well, and it can almost be said that he is meticulous.

But after all, the master is not there, and Shanchun's heart will inevitably have a feeling of unsteadiness.

This has belonged to the back mountain range of Tianchan Temple, the forest is deep and quiet, except for the wind and birdsong, there is no one else.

Now that the master who is close to him is in front of him, he has unloaded his past restraints and revealed the playful nature of a young man.

The suspension bridge is built across the stream, and the mountain walls on both sides are quite high, and if you walk on it and look down, you will be dizzy if you are afraid of heights.

Of course, excluding Shanming, he looked at the stream that turned into a belt under his feet, and only thought it was funny. I couldn't help but take a slightly larger step, swaying, and feeling quite exciting.

As soon as he moved here, the leader in front of him grabbed the rope, looked back at him lightly, and said: "Although this suspension bridge is often overhauled, it is inevitable that there will be rotten wooden planks left, if you do this again, be careful to fall, the teacher can't save you now." ”

Shanchun was shocked when he heard this, and became cautious.

Yuan Xing smiled before continuing to stride.

The two walked down the suspension bridge and walked along the mountain road for about a quarter of an hour, and finally saw a large grotto on the mountain wall carved with stone statues.

"I'm tired, take a break." Yuan Xing gasped slightly, found a big stone and sat down, fanned the wind with one hand, and grabbed the sleeve of the other hand to wipe the dense sweat on his head.

Shanchun stood aside, and finally knew where the strangeness that had risen in Fang Cai's heart came from.

In his impression, his master is a fairy-like figure. In the past, I would never say that I couldn't save myself if I fell. Moreover, the master had carried him on his back for several days and nights, and he didn't even breathe, how could he be as weak as he was in front of him.

He was puzzled and pondering, but he heard Yuan Xingxiao pointing to a certain statue in the grotto and said: "There is a secret here, because the master first entered the temple and lived in a dormitory with your second master, at that time he was always hungry, but he was still timid and did not dare to ......."

The young man was simple-minded, and when he said this, he was immediately diverted from his attention and listened attentively.

But the past of fate has just begun, and a voice came from the side: "Buddha Zen ......"

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, stood up and saluted in the direction of the voice, and said respectfully, "Master." ”

Seon-chun, who was staring at the statue looking for a secret, also hurriedly turned around, and also bowed together, calling himself Shigong.

The old monk Fuguang walked out of the shade of a tree, smiled at Shanchun and kindly, and then looked at Yuanxing with deep eyes: "Let's have a good chat." With that, he re-entered the path in the woods.

"Yes." Yuan Xing answered, and hurriedly led the road into the path.

After walking some distance, a gazebo on a high platform appeared in front of several people.

Yuan Xing thought about it and asked the apprentice to stay and wait, and he himself followed Fuguang.

Shanchun stood below, watching Master and Master slowly ascend the steep stone steps.

Then, he clearly saw that when he was halfway through, the old man suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to support the master behind him, and the two of them entered the pavilion together.

Suddenly, an incomparably panicked mood hit the young man's heart, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his heart seemed to stop.

Master, what's wrong with you?

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The two people in the pavilion talked for a long time, but unfortunately the platform was too high, and the voices above were only faintly heard.

Shanchun guessed that Master's return this time must be unusual, but no matter how curious he tried, he couldn't hear what Master Master said.

I don't know how long it took, but the master finally got up and walked down, but the master was still sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, and he didn't move.

Shanchun cautiously looked at the master, and saw that his face was calm, and he couldn't see anything at all.

"It's noon, let's go back to fasting." A pair of large hands touched the top of his head, and Master's voice was still gentle, with a faint smile.

"Yes." Sun-chun hid the emotions in her heart and nodded in agreement.

But today this place is destined to be lively, and before the two of them have taken a few steps, another old monk with a ring knife walked over slowly.

"Uncle Taishi." Shanchun hurriedly gave a salute, and he was very familiar with the person who came, it was the old monk Fu who practiced closed-mouth meditation.

"Uncle Shi." Yuan Xing also stepped aside and let Uncle Shi pass first.

Who knows, when Fude passed by him, he stopped, turned his head up and down to look him up and down, and suddenly spoke: "Yuan, Yuan......"

Yuan Xing, who was bowing his head, looked up in disbelief when he heard the words, and looked at his uncle, who had practiced closed-mouth meditation for decades, and was speechless in shock.

"Y-you're good." Because he hadn't spoken for many years, Forde's voice was so harsh and inaccurate in pitch that he could only guess what he was saying.

Yuan Xing's calm face finally changed, and he lowered his head with a trembling brow: "Uncle Shi has won the award." His voice was as astringent as Fud's on the other side, as if he was holding back some emotion.

Fude opened his mouth again, as if he was going to say something, but after struggling for a long time, he finally gave up his efforts, reached out and patted Yuanxing's shoulder, and then walked away a little dejectedly.

Yuan Xing saw him turn into the forest path, his body froze in place for a long time before he sighed, and led Shanchun towards the suspension bridge.

When Fu entered the pavilion, Fu Guang was still sitting on the stone bench, looking at the clouds and mist in the distance.

Aconitum Mountain is not high or big, but it is in the hinterland of the mountain range, surrounded by steep mountains and strange peaks, and it is an excellent viewing place in the pavilion of the back mountain.

A few old monks of the Fu Zi generation like to stay here, look at the clouds, and enjoy the mountain breeze, but it is not very pleasant.

But today's atmosphere is very different from the past, and the beautiful scenery that I never get tired of seeing in the past does not arouse the interest of the two people in the pavilion at all.

"He said he had no regrets...... "Fuguang muttered.

Fu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but turn his head, according to his eyesight, he just happened to see the two figures below, one big and one small, clearly.

As if feeling someone watching, Yuan Xing, who was walking on the suspension bridge and laughing and talking with his apprentice, suddenly stopped and looked up.

The eyes of the two converged in mid-air, and after a long time, Yuan Xing smiled, clasped his palms together, and solemnly saluted again.

At this moment, Fu Guang behind him suddenly slammed his fists on the stone table, and cried: "The vitality has been broken, the vitality has been broken, the rebel is willful, and he easily cut off his own way, this is a disciple who has been watching since childhood, and he wants to take over my mantle." But in the end, who will send whom away, must the white-haired person send the black-haired person? Yes? Huh?"

The old monk pounded again and again, and after a while, his fists were already dripping with blood, but he didn't feel any pain, and on his wrinkled face, the old tears were all over the place, and he couldn't stop it.