"Master, you welcome Zixia and recite Buddhist scriptures, and sweep the golden body of the Buddha with the morning dew, can the Buddha cross you to the other side?"

"Hehe, Master, take advantage of the good period of your death, I, Jiang Xiaobai, will return to the vulgar with my hair, and I will enter the WTO in a few days!"

"Master, if you are going to the Western Heaven of Bliss, can you make some rich marriages to the Buddha for me, so that I can spread the branches and leaves for your old man!"

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A delicate-faced little novice stared at an old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon with a smile, chattering endlessly, and even a little rebellious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old monk is kind and kind-eyed, ignorant of it, reciting Buddhist scriptures, the Buddhist beads in his hand are very smooth, and from time to time a ray of morning light is refracted on the face of Xiaosha Novice Jiang Xiaobai.

When the last drop of dew on the Bodhi tree in the temple disappeared, a ball of light suddenly emanated from the sitting old monk.

"Ouch!"

Xiao Sha Mi Jiang Xiao Bai exclaimed, seeing two purple rays shooting towards his pupils, he thought his eyes would burn, but he felt a little cool.

"Amitabha, Master, you're so scary!"

The little novice opened his moist eyes and saw a crystal relic, exuding a faint halo, lying peacefully on the futon, just like an old monk who had just chanted.

"Amitabha! Master, let's go, don't send it!"

Jiang Xiaobai respectfully picked up the relics on the futon, put it into the worn-out small cloth bag in his hand, and then, he picked up a string of Buddhist beads on the ground, got up, closed the door, and walked down the mountain.

The dense fog in the mountains was filled, Jiang Xiaobai was one foot deep, one foot shallow all the way down, his gray old monk's robe was stained with yellow mud, a little embarrassed, looking at the endless fog in front of him, the excitement of going down the mountain at the beginning was gradually replaced by the unknown dazedness, and even fear, there was a trace of wavering in his heart, do you want to go down the mountain?

"Amitabha!"

Jiang Xiaobai took the Buddha beads in his hand and chanted silently, and the shaking that had just floated in his heart dissipated in an instant, and a monk's robe that was hung up by the left and right branches broke away, and the fog that could barely be dissolved, gradually drifted away.

I can't see the sun, moon and stars, I can't see the mountains, seas and lakes, Jiang Xiaobai is holding Buddha beads, but the beads are not chanting, all the way through, I don't know how long it took, there was a touch of black light through the white mist, and then, a burst of roars came, and suddenly, the eyes were full of stars, beautiful, fresh and cool breeze, intoxicating.

A strong excitement welled up in his heart, and he walked out, out of the temple planted with the linden tree, the mountain surrounded by thick mist, and the yellow mud bound to his feet.

"Amitabha, Master, the starry sky outside is more beautiful than in the temple, and the roar of the beast is even louder than the sound in the temple!"

Jiang Xiaobai clasped his hands together and wanted to say goodbye to the mountain where the temple was located, but unexpectedly, a black shadow slammed into him, and there was a shout of killing from behind.

"Ah......h

Jiang Xiaobai shouted, his hands were protected in front of his chest, a huge force came, and he bowed his body and threw it into the white mist with the black shadow, and the moment he entered the white mist, the stars in the sky, and the faint roar of the beast, disappeared in an instant.

Boom!

He hit the uneven rocks, screaming in pain, and suddenly, a warm fragrance came from his face, and a pair of cold eyes looked at him in astonishment.

"Soft, warm, numb, cool, so comfortable!"

Jiang Xiaobai closed his eyes in enjoyment, feeling the wonderfulness on his face, and fell into selfless intoxication.

Swish!

A flash of cold light hit his neck, and the self-absorbed Jiang Xiaobai was like falling into an ice cave, and his scalp was numb.

"Amitabha! If the donor doesn't want to take revenge on you, if it weren't for the little monk who took you into this thick fog, how would you escape from the pursuit of people outside!"

Jiang Xiaobai listened to the noisy abuse outside, and said in a non-hurried tone, but his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, today is the first day he came out of the mountain, but he encountered such a catastrophe, Master, is this the rich marriage you turned into for me in the West Heaven Bliss!

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Jiang Xiaobai had never heard such a beautiful voice, it was like a heavenly sound, many times better than the master's chanting sound all day long.

"I'm Jiang Xiaobai, living in the mountains!"

Jiang Xiaobai seemed to have forgotten the cold sword against his neck, and looked curiously and excitedly at the looming black shadow in the white mist, and his proud posture made him blush slightly unconsciously, if it weren't for the bad light, he would definitely be seen by the other party.

"Senior brother, she fled into the thick fog!"

There was a cry of rage from outside the fog, like a mad beast that had been provoked, ready to do something mad.

"Inaccessible in the thick fog, retreat!"

An extremely handsome young man, holding a faint long sword, glanced left and right.

Woohoo!

The rapid sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and it was densely packed.

Jiang Xiaobai only felt that the wind kept roaring in his ears, and the comfortable fragrance continued to overflow from the wind, making people intoxicated.

Burst!

A cold light flashed, and the pain of drilling his heart came from his shoulder, Jiang Xiaobai looked back, his whole body trembled, his face was pale, like a black arrow of raindrops, swarming.

"Master, I'm coming for you!"

Jiang Xiaobai showed a wry smile, he knew that this was the case, he should have picked some fruits from the mountain for the master to take away, and took care of the Buddhas of the Western Heavens to keep himself safe for the rest of his life.

"Donor, let go of the little monk and run for your life!"

Jiang Xiaobai clasped his hands, his clean eyes closed slightly, and his delicate face had a sense of peace, without a trace of fear of death.

"Humph!"

There was a cold snort from the upside-down wind, and a paper umbrella glowing with glow suddenly appeared, facing the cold arrow that broke through the fog.

Ding Ding Ding!

The piercing gold and stone collided, Jiang Xiaobai felt the speed of his body's flight skyrocket, and then, planted headlong into the grass with yellow mud, he vaguely felt a hot liquid flowing on his neck, burning slightly.

"Sizzle, it hurts, it's much more painful than the ring ruler in Master's hand!"

Jiang Xiaobai sat up from the ground vigorously, inhaled and exhaled heavily, so that the beating heart slowly calmed down, and then carefully peeled off the yellow mud on his bald head.

Through the faint light, a touch of red flowed on the ground, a little sad, a woman with a little messy hair, holding the umbrella tightly in her hand, her breath was weak.

"If you don't die in a big disaster, there will be a blessing in the future, hehe, I didn't expect the master to do things so quickly, and find me a lady who pressed the temple so quickly, but will this kill my fighting spirit and indulge in beauty!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the looming woman in front of him, forgetting that he was still in danger, and for a while, he actually wanted to get into trouble.

Boom!

A thick arrow pierced the ground, the gravel flew, Jiang Xiaobai was startled, slammed the lying woman, ran wildly, until he could no longer hear the sound of the breaking wind, he gasped and stopped, he looked at the thick fog, and then looked at the unconscious woman, and then lowered his head and walked towards the mountain step by step.

In the early morning of the next day, when the morning light vomited slightly, Jiang Xiaobai sat cross-legged on a polished black stone under the Bodhi tree and meditated, still holding the Buddha beads left by the old monk when he passed away, meditating without chanting.

Occasionally, a drop of dew slipped down and dripped on the black and red swelling on his forehead, sinking into it, eliminating the swelling pain that came.

"Where is this?"

A voice like a yellow warbler came, however, Jiang Xiaobai was as calm as an old monk, unmoved.

The woman standing in front of the dilapidated room frowned slightly, took off the black veil on her face, stretched out her slender jade fingers, wiped the blood and medicine stains at the corners of her mouth, she vaguely remembered a thin figure last night, lifted her veil, and poured a bowl of bitter medicine into her mouth.

"Donor, are you awake?"

I don't know when, Jiang Xiaobai stood up from the stone, the corners of his mouth smiled, looking at the woman who was leaning on the dark gray door in a daze, this look, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes could no longer be removed, it turned out that the woman could be so beautiful!

"Where is this?"

Some cold voices came from the pink lips of the beautiful woman, and there was a little dissatisfaction in the coldness.

"Ahem, this is a temple!"

Jiang Xiaobai reluctantly withdrew his eyes, making his voice feel as kind as possible to the other party.

"Not only is this a temple, but you're also a monk?"

The corner of the mouth of the beautiful woman leaning on the door lifted a touch of banter, recalling all the things last night, and couldn't help but rise to the idea of teasing this little monk.

"Donor, you're wrong, it's true that this is a temple, but I'm not a monk!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned dissatisfiedly and hurriedly corrected.

"Oh?"

Seeing the stunningly beautiful woman staring at her bald head, Jiang Xiaobai pursed her lips and explained.

"When my master passed away, I had already grown my hair and returned to the world!"

"Poof!"

Like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, wantonly exuding its own beauty, the trembling posture, at a glance, it is deeply imprinted in the heart.

"Amitabha!"

The ripples in Jiang Xiaobai's heart, along with a sentence of Amitabha, were like a gust of breeze blowing, calm as ever.

"Also...... And say you're not a monk!"

The beautiful woman smiled and bent over, stretched out a slender jade hand, and pointed, Jiang Xiaobai's hands together, the Buddhist beads hanging in his hands, wearing a monk robe stained with yellow mud, and an unusually conspicuous bald head!

"Phew!"

The beautiful woman suddenly felt a tingling pain in her chest, wow, a mouthful of black blood stood out, the smell was pungent, and her slightly ruddy face instantly turned sallow and white, and she fell down weakly.

"You have been poisoned, I have given you medicine, the poison has been removed, and you will be fine after a while of recuperation!"

Jiang Xiaobai didn't know where to take some ashes and sprinkled them on the black blood spit out by the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman felt the comfort in her body, returned to her initial coldness, and said lightly.

"I'm Mo Qingxue in Luohua City, dare to ask the name of the little master?"

"Jiang Xiaobai!"

Jiang Xiaobai wanted to help Mo Qingxue forward, but the outstretched hand stayed in place awkwardly, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

"You're going to keep me sitting here?"

Mo Qingxue said unhappily, the monk is still a monk with his hair.

Jiang Xiaobai was not annoyed, and slowly carried Mo Qingxue onto the round stone where he had meditated before, sat aside, and looked at it in surprise, as if he had seen a scenery that he had never seen before, half admiring and half yearning.

However, the moment Mo Qingxue sat on the cobblestone, he was surprised in his heart, and his eyes suddenly opened, and the light floated.