Chapter 157: The Mountain Palace

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, there were many temples in the mountain, but the temple was not inhabited by monks, but many Taoist priests, no one knew how those who did not look much like the wasteland in the wasteland, and how the Taoist priests who were born with the appearance of Central Plains people became the most detached existence in the wasteland. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Since I searched all the history books and couldn't find the origin of those Taoist priests, I had to accept them, accept their extraction, and accept their detachment.

They also accepted that the very high mountain where they were located with only wind and snow and only wind and snow temples had become the most special mountain in the wasteland and even in the red dust.

The name of that mountain is called the mountain.

When everyone mentions the word lonely, only the word mountain, they think of that mountain.

In the same way, when everyone sees the mountain called the mountain, they know that it is the mountain where there are many Taoist priests in legend.

It's like Yin Huai.

He saw a mountain.

His eyes have always been very good, but he can't see the temples in the mountain, the Taoists in the mountain, and even the gate of the mountain.

Since you can't see the mountain gate, you can't see the name of the mountain either.

However, the first time Yin Huai saw that mountain, he knew that it was that "mountain".

The mountain called the mountain.

Where the hell is he?

When I saw that mountain, it was naturally in the far north.

The corners of his clothes trembled uncontrollably in the harsh wind, where did the wind come from, from a place further north than where he stood.

The mountain was farther north than him, and stood there alone, and stood there for many years, for the mountain was already white.

Like the name of the mountain, the mountain is also alone.

Standing alone, looking alone, staring alone, even the wind blowing from that mountain seemed to smell a little lonely.

Maybe that's where the name of the mountain comes from.

Yin Huai didn't know why he was standing here staring at that mountain, and he didn't know why he suddenly saw a mountain that was obviously thousands of miles away or even farther away that had nothing to do with him.

But he was still looking very closely.

He wanted to remember something.

He couldn't help but shiver when the lonely wind blew, and only then did he hear the sound of his robes being blown by the wind.

Yin Huai saw another person, there should be another person there, otherwise the lonely mountain wind mixed with the wind and snow would make people feel lonely.

Do the Taoists in that mountain also know what loneliness is?

Yin Huai didn't know, and the person next to him didn't know even more.

He had never experienced such days of being accompanied by wind and snow all day long, so naturally he couldn't imagine the taste of loneliness.

As for the man next to him, he was a general.

The general likes to eat meat, likes to drink a lot, likes to run fast Maxima, and likes beautiful women who captivate the country and the city.

The person next to Yin Huai is also a general, so he also likes meat, wine, and prefers a fast-running maxima, as for the beauty of the country and the city, of course he won't like it anymore.

Because the family already has a person who has captivated the country and the city, and can even pour him for half a lifetime in this life.

But he wanted more, so he looked at the mountain and thought about something.

Only the mountain in the wind and snow knew what he was thinking.

At least Yin Huai didn't know.

The wind is still blowing, blowing the corners of the clothes to hunt.

Out of the mountain came a horse, a strong, fast-running horse, with a lotus in its mouth, a lotus in the mountains.

Yin Huai always felt that the horse was very familiar, until he looked at the horse that had run out of the wind and snow from a distance, and made a crisp and loud snort.

The horse was really fast, and soon Yin Huai lost the trace of the horse.

It seems to have run into a city, or a palace.

The palace is not in the mountain, it is outside the mountain, it is not near or far from the mountain, but when you see the mountain, you can't see the temple, and when you see the temple, you can't see the mountain.

In this way, out of sight is pure.

Yin Huai didn't have the lonely mountain in his eyes, but he saw a lonely temple.

Like the mountain, he is not in the mountain, nor in the temple.

If you are not in the mountains, you can see the mountains as they are, and if you are not in the temple, you can see the palace as you are.

It was the only palace in the wasteland, and the only king in the wasteland lived, and the king stood there, and Yin Huai didn't know, maybe somewhere in the palace, maybe in the plum garden outside the palace.

In short, in a place where Yin Huai can't see.

All he could see was the lonely temple, like the lonely mountain.

He is still not alone, because there is still a man by his side, a general.

The general looked at the temple as if he were at the mountain, his expression solemn and solemn, but not at what he respected. But it's a different kind of look, which makes people a little unpredictable.

is as inscrutable as the clouds on the horizon, Xia He was unpredictable back then, and Yin Huai is still unpredictable today.

The general's surname is Xia, and his mind is like a cloudy cloud in summer, how can people guess and feel it clearly.

Yin Huai saw a certain Yin red next to the palace, which was a red plum in the snow, adding a bit of color to this plain white world, which was very beautiful.

The general saw the red, but it was not very beautiful, and his face was not softened.

Then another horse, a galloping horse that was supposed to disappear into the wind and snow outside the mountains, appeared in the plum garden, still holding something in its mouth.

Seeing that kind of thing, the general beside Yin Huai finally laughed and laughed out loud.

It was only at this time that Yin Huai knew that the general beside him was a real living person, at least he had been alive before, and he smiled very happily when he saw the horse taking away the reddest and most gorgeous plum blossoms in the plum garden.

Yin Huai didn't know why, and a similar joy was born in his heart.

The horse disappeared again, this time in the meadow next to the palace, the prairie where the fattest grass of the moor grew.

Maybe we'll see you again.

Yin Huai thought silently, and didn't notice that there was suddenly a bird on a tree in the palace, a beautiful bird, gray color, a very rare bird.

The bird soared from the tree into the sky and disappeared into the blue sky with a joyful chirping.

It's just that before the bird flew up, Yin Huai couldn't see the palace, and he didn't see the bird flying.

Yin Huai did not return to the outside of the mountain, but came to a city outside.

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Good luck to you.