At the northern end of the Great Xia Kingdom, on a certain mountain, there is a temple.

In the temple, there is an old monk with a white beard in a robe, and kneeling in front of him is a young monk who has just returned to the temple from the mouth of the fish pond.

"You idiot, don't you hurry up and seize such a big opportunity in front of you, so that you can run back and ask your half-baked master's opinion? If you become the big disciple of the holy monk, you will really have a light on your face as a teacher, and you can still talk to a few uncles who you went down the mountain earlier, if you have the opportunity to become a holy monk in the future, then the face of the teacher will be bigger, and it is a shame that the holy monk did not directly annoy and leave, otherwise the teacher would have to knock your unenlightened head with a mallet. ”

The white-bearded old monk slapped Chonghui's bare head, hating the chatter that iron is not steel.

The old monk is the abbot of this temple, and his Dharma name is true.

The temple is called Fuxian Temple, the origin is not small, a long time ago it was the first big temple of Dongzhou Buddhism, but later, the southern Qingzhu Temple produced a young man with extraordinary talent, which is now a holy monk, resulting in the southward shift of the center of gravity of Dongzhou Buddhism, and Fuxian Temple lost the title of the first.

In addition, most of the young people of Fuxian Temple have mediocre talents in recent years, and in the past hundred years, there has been a seed of cultivation in Chonghui.

This is also an important reason why Chonghui did not directly agree to be the first disciple of the holy monk at that time.

Chonghui has an excellent personality, and his brain is not particularly bright, a little wooden, and others rarely refute when they speak, especially in front of the master.

In the face of Master's rebuke, Chonghui just knelt on the futon with his head down and didn't say a word.

The old abbot of Fuxian Temple sighed, and felt a little sorry for this little apprentice, reached out and touched Chonghui's head, and said: "You kid, for the teacher to know that you are filial piety, but you have also seen the situation in the temple, you are a piece of jade in our temple and thrown in the pile of rags, wasted your cultivation qualifications in vain, you don't have to care too much about the master, the master's greatest wish is nothing more than that the temple can restore a little bit of the original situation, since there is this opportunity now, you must seize it, you can follow the holy monk to practice with peace of mind, It's a big deal that after the practice is successful, I will return to Fuxian Temple, and I will feel at ease as a teacher. ”

Chonghui snorted, kowtowed heavily, but still didn't speak.

A disciple of Mu Ne, when he meets a verbose master, is a kind of balance.

The old abbot looked out the window and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the past, I always thought that the talent of being a master was shallow and that I couldn't teach this disciple well, so I wouldn't have this kind of worry in the future.

——

Taolin Town.

The reason why it is called Taolin Town is because there is a peach forest not far from the town.

In early spring, the peach trees in the peach forest have been shredded, with tender small green leaves and very small flower bones.

In the peach forest, there is a Taoist temple.

One old, two young, three Taoists.

The old Taoist was over seventy years old, with drooping bags under his eyes and gray hair, and spent most of his time sitting in a room in the center, meditating.

Two Taoists, one is slightly older, twenty years old, but they are extremely stable, often holding a broom, silently cleaning the Taoist temple.

A dilapidated Taoist temple is spotlessly clean for this Taoist.

The younger Mo Mo looked like thirteen or fourteen, and compared to his senior brother, he was very naughty. Most of the time is not in the Taoist temple.,Often sneaking to the town to play.。

When the young Taoist was five years old, his parents died, and the old Taoist was pitiful, so he took it back to the mountain.

The little Taoist was picked up at the door of the Taoist temple when he was in infancy, and he was adopted, which can be regarded as accumulating two great merits for the Taoist.

The two apprentices of the old Taoist have very different personalities, the older one is taciturn and diligent. The young man is cheerful and playful by nature.

To him, who is a master, he is extremely filial.

"Ah Xuan, where is Tai Er?"

The hoarse voice of the old Taoist came from the main room, and the young Taoist who was sweeping the floor stopped his broom.

"I've gone down the mountain, Master, most of the time I'm going to the town." The young Taoist named Ah Xuan raised his head and looked into the room as much as he could.

"This kid, I don't know how to stop for a moment, I have this old bone for my teacher, and I will go into the ground at any time, and I don't know how to accompany my master." The old Taoist complained.

"What did Master say, your old man's family is so good, he can live a long life." Ah Xuan said with a grin.

"It's rare to see you joking." The old Taoist seems to be in a good mood.

Ah Xuan put his hands behind his head, didn't speak, and smiled.

"Tai Er has been down the mountain a lot during this time, so it can't be anything, right?" The old Taoist in the room looked worried.

"It seems that there is a storyteller from the town, and the lecture is very exciting, and the junior brother often listens to it." Ah Xuan scratched his head and said.

"It's okay."

The old Taoist in the room breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You, who are senior brothers, also take more care of that little junior brother, our little Taoist temple is only three of us masters and apprentices, for the old teacher, you are an old man, and the burden will definitely fall on your shoulders first." ”

Ah Xuan's face was solemn, how could he sound like he was explaining the aftermath, and the master rarely spoke like this.

Although he was puzzled, he still said, "I know." ”

——

in a small town.

The small square was full of people.

“...... I only heard the demon sword fairy wail 'When I come back again, I will wait for you to be buried', with the sword of the immortal nailed into the brain, since then, the demon sword fairy of the first generation of Megatron has fallen, and the white-clothed immortal was also shattered by the formation, and the demon sword fairy died together, the world returned to peace, and the name of the white-clothed immortal moved the world, and the whole book ended. ”

Shi Yu's mouth was dry and he took a sip of wine.

Hearing the words 'the end of the book', the small square that could be heard by the needle fell suddenly became full of people, and some people felt worthless for the white-clothed immortal.

Some people still blame the people who dismantle the Demon Sword Immortal and the Fox Charm.

Some people even think that the person who formulates the rules of this ladyboy is not a good thing.

Shi Yu just smiled and didn't speak.

The old rule, as soon as the rags are pushed forward, some people will invest money one after another.

At the same time, Shi Yu handed a box of peach cakes to the shopkeeper who came with him, and ordered: "You keep two pieces for yourself, and distribute the rest." ”

The shopkeeper did so.

The afterglow of the setting sun hung on the mountain, Shi Yu sighed lightly, wrapped the rags, and stuffed them into his arms, his mind moved, and quietly transferred into the mustard seeds.

Now the mustard seeds have been threaded by Shi Yu and hung around his neck.

The sunset and the starry sky are the most likely to cause nostalgia.

Every time he finished finishing the book, the moment he saw the sunset, he could always think of the Nine Swords Gate, and then the small village that was very small.

"Sir?"

Seeing that Shi Yu was a little distracted, the shopkeeper walked around in front of him.

"Let's go."

Shi Yu came back to his senses, got up with a smile, and left the small square with two people of the same height and size, but with very different experiences.

After that, the shopkeeper said goodbye to Shi Yu and replied that 'the wine is gone'.

Shi Yu walked out of the town alone in the night.

He would pass by an alley every day.

The alleys are narrow and long, and the eaves on both sides cover the overhead, which is depressing.

Fortunately, the alley is not long, no more than 100 meters before and after.

When entering the alley, Shi Yu saw a person standing at the end of the alley.

"Stop!"

There was a shout behind him, and Shi Yu looked back.

It turned out to be the rich boy who threw him a silver ingot after finishing the book last time.

"Is there something wrong?" Shi Yu asked expressionlessly.

He was not afraid of this person, this town was very ordinary, there were no cultivators, this was what he knew when he first came.

When he finished asking, two more people followed him into the alley behind the rich boy. They were all fifteen or sixteen teenagers, and they were born extremely strong.

The person standing at the end of the alley should have been with them.

"Boy, you're so daring!"

The rich boy sneered: "Do you know who the little master is?" I didn't even buy the face of the master, and it was the first time in Taolin Town. ”

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Shi Yu said expressionlessly.

"Hahaha...... He said he didn't know. ”

The rich boy pointed to Shi Yu and turned back to talk to the two attendants, and the two attendants also sneered, as if it was a great thing to know his master.

"Tell him who I am!"

The rich boy waved his hand and ordered the two followers.

"It's the son of the mayor of Taolin Town, Wang Xiaoyan!"

"Do you hear me clearly? My father, Wang Dahe! ”

The rich boy had an arrogant look on his face, and his nostrils were raised towards Shi Yu.

Shi Yu couldn't help laughing, Wang Xiaoyan? It can be seen that the two holes are indeed not big.

Holding back a smile, Shi Yu nodded and asked, "Remember, and then what?" ”

Wang Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, how could he answer this? He came to find fault, but this kid suddenly became so obedient, how can he find fault?

"yes, and then?"

Wang Xiaoyan slapped the head of a person behind him, and the person immediately reacted, and said, "I want to have a long memory first!" ”

"That's right." Wang Xiaoyan nodded with satisfaction, looked at Shi Yu, and asked, "Did you hear clearly?" ”

Before Shi Yu could speak, a slightly immature voice suddenly came from above his head.

"Phew, mother-in-law, Wang Xiaoyan, you even blocked your husband, your father knows, break your legs."

Several people looked up at the same time, only to see a young man wearing a gray Taoist robe, his hair coiled behind his head, about thirteen or fourteen, lying on the eaves, looking at a group of people condescendingly.

"What kind of gentleman is he? The mud-legged guys in town are blind, I'm not blind, a gentleman the same age as me, really laughs off his big teeth. Wang Xiaoyan pointed at Shi Yu and snorted coldly.

Immediately, he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Have a finger in the pie? ”

"Remember, your uncle and I will not change your name, you will not change your surname, the road will be uneven, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who will help you with a sword are too many!"

The little Taoist jumped down, but at the moment he landed, he let out an 'oops' and fell into a.

stood up with lightning speed, blocked in front of Shi Yu, looked solemn, turned sideways and whispered: "Sir, I'll drag them in a while, you run quickly, I have rough skin and thick meat, they can't kill me." ”

Shi Yu was stunned, and quickly smiled and nodded.

"What are you talking about?"

Wang Xiaoyan, a rich son who was as famous as his name, couldn't listen anymore, and ordered the two strong henchmen behind him, "Give it to me, fight to death!" ”