Hearing the fairy Gu Zhuzhu laughing: "Black dots, white dots, come here!" Then I saw the green-bodyed, white-tailed, red-eyed, red-billed bird, and chirp a few times to the green-bodied, black-tailed, yellow-eyed, yellow-billed bird, and then the two birds flew together to the bamboo and landed on her shoulder. Haizhu Ye was playful and opened his hand to catch the birds. Hearing this, the white-tailed bird asked, "Senior Sister Jizhu! Where did these two children come from? Ji Zhu replied with a smile: "It is the golden and white lotus that you have been guarding with me that was conceived and born today!" "The white-tailed bird spun around the bamboo leaves and the sea bamboo leaves a few times. Cangzhuqiong looked up, surprised, and said, "I never thought that this bird could talk to Master!" Zhu Zhu explained: "This bird is called the bamboo bird, the body is small, can be placed in the palm of the hand, its voice is loud, the cry can be transmitted for hundreds of miles, fortunately, the bell bird mountain has a boundary, outsiders can not hear." The birds are male and female, the male bird has a green body and a black tail, yellow eyes and a yellow beak, and there is a protrusion on the head, like a bamboo shoot, so it is called a bamboo protrusion; The female has a green body and a white tail, red eyes and a red beak, and a bamboo protrusion on her head. The bamboo bird is a unique rare bird in the six-leaf white jade bamboo forest of my Zhongyu Mountain, and now there are only two of them, one male and one female, that is, this pair. The male bird is called the black spot, and the female bird is called the white spot, both of which come from the ancestor Shuhui. Don't look at their petite size, the black and white dots are actually older than the teacher. They have learned flower arrangement with your ancestor Hui Zhen, and regard your ancestor as a teacher, therefore, in terms of the ranking of this Zhong Fly, you must call their senior brother and sister, and Cangqiong and Haiye, you need to call them uncle. Haizhuye was overjoyed, stretched out his little hand, ready to move, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi! Come to the palm of the sea! I saw the white dots and the black dots cry a few times, and the black dots fell on the hands of the sea bamboo leaves. Cangzhuqiong also spread her hands, eager to try, and said with a smile: "Also into Cangqiong's hands!" The white dot fell on the palm of Cangzhuqiong's hand. The two sisters and brothers teased the bamboo birds, and they were happy! Ji Zhu smiled: "Black spots! White! Cangqiong and Haiye are my new disciples of Zhong Yi, in the future, you must live in harmony, like a family, share blessings and misfortunes, and share honor and disgrace! "Words, the bamboo bird and the bell bird immortal has always been very good, has gone through three generations of wisdom, wisdom, bamboo and bamboo, and now ushered in the cang, the sea, Zhong Bird Mountain has been lively since then.

I saw the black dot fly up from Hai Zhuye's hand and leave, so anxious that Hai Zhuye stomped his foot and asked, "Master!" Could it be that the black spots don't like me? Cangzhuqiong said: "It's better to follow, and see where he flies!" Immortal Gu Zhuzhu smiled but did not speak. But when he saw the black dot, he came back quickly, holding a bamboo leaf spoon, and sent the spoon to the mouth of the sea bamboo leaf. Bai Dian smiled: "The bamboo flowers in the six-leaf white jade bamboo forest of my Zhongyu Mountain are in full bloom, and the good bamboo honey produced is sweet and refreshing." Sea leaves, you taste it! Haizhu Ye was surprised, took a big sip of bamboo nectar, danced happily, and then said loudly: "It's really sweet!" But still? Cangzhuqiong covered her mouth and smiled: "Haiye, you can grow a little heart!" The black dot flew away again, and brought a spoonful of bamboo nectar and gave it to Cangzhuqiong. Cangzhuqiong smiled and thanked him, took a sip lightly, and clapped his little hands and cheered: "It's really sweet!" Haizhuye smiled: "Look! See! Cangqiong! I must not deceive you! Ji Zhu was overjoyed. White Dot smiled: "This is my intention to greet you with Black Dot and you!" Cangzhuqiong was happy and then frowned, and said guiltily: "It's a pity that Haiye and I have never given gifts!" Hai Zhuye smiled: "It's not easy? Wouldn't it be good for you and me to build a new big nest for black and white spots? Cangzhu Qiong heard it and said yes again and again, and then looked at the fairy Gu Qizhu and asked, "Master! Can you still promise? Qi Zhu replied with a smile: "The second apprentice is new, let you be familiar with the surroundings, be happy for a few days, but in the future, you will have to practice the immortal method diligently with the teacher!" After listening to Cang and Hai, they got up and rushed to the jade bamboo forest with the bamboo birds. Cangzhuqiong smiled: "Bai Dian is proficient in human language and the language of birds and beasts, Cangqiong is so envious!" White dots, can you teach me? Bai Dianxiao replied: "Of course!" ”

Let's not talk about Cangzhu Qiong, sea bamboo leaves and white spots and black spots into the jade bamboo forest together, and spend a worry-free and good time together, but ask, where are Cangzhu Qiong and sea bamboo leaves sacred?

That's the story! Seventeen hundred years ago, Lord Luan Ji was splashed by the tail of the golden-scaled ice and fire fish, and felt humiliated, and in anger, she captured the golden-scaled fish with the eight-eared wave flower Xiuyue urn, and then threw down the black hole of silence with the fish and urn. At that time, the Snow Burning Chanjuan Handkerchief and the Jade Dust Phoenix Pattern Silver Ring carried by Lord Luan Ji accidentally fell together, and the two objects entered the black hole, and they were instantly pierced and disillusioned by the silent burial rays, and there was no shadow and no shape; And the eight-eared wave flower show moon urn, because of its special origin, although it has not been completely disillusioned, but it has also been smashed into pieces, scattered in all directions, as for its whereabouts, it is not to mention now. But it is said that the golden-scaled ice and fire fish does not have to worry about life, he protects the snow leaf ice lotus seed, and the light is overflowing all over his body, swaying leisurely, in the black hole, floating aimlessly in a coma. Suddenly, in that place, a woman appeared, performed a mysterious holy law, and gathered his two spirit elements into a golden white lotus seed. Then, the woman split a light path, and saw the sleeping golden and white lotus seeds pushed by fate, and came out along the light road, bringing a burst of heavy rain and thick clouds, wind and thunder, and the hustle and bustle of Jiugao, and finally, fell into the middle of the Cangchi Cave of Zhongyu Mountain in Xidui Shengao, and since then it has taken root and grown. However, although these two people carried the original spiritual power, they lost the memory of their previous lives, and they didn't know where they came from, and they didn't know where they were going, and they started a new life in Zhong Yu Xianshan and under the teaching of Xiangu Zhengzhu.

Now that the whereabouts of the Golden Scale Ice Fire Fish and Snow Leaf Ice Lotus Seeds have been explained, let's start from the beginning. This first narrated that it was the source of the purple baby man who fell from the ancient temple of Dongzhen Shen Gao Yu Qi on a rainy night, so it was involved, twisted and turned, and led to the legends of the fairy world. The story has a detour to the nether realm, so this time, we have to go back to it.

Since the old monk Bechen picked up a rush from the palm of Diyuan Mozu to adopt, the stars and the moon have slipped, and it has passed, six spring and autumn. On this day, the old monk Bechen is still wearing a light yellow shirt, wearing an ochre yellow robe, and stepping on dark gray shoes. He was concentrating on copying and reciting scriptures in the meditation room, and wrote the sentence "see the judgment, repair the judgment, and have no interruption", and suddenly heard the immature voice: "Master! Master! It was a rush, dressed in purple linen, the color of joy and smugness was endless, holding the tea set in both hands, walking briskly, from Yixiangzhai straight to the meditation room where the old monk Bechen was, he was all the way, jumping and running while shouting, and even with the surrounding branches also danced. The little baby boy with purple eyebrows and purple eyes that night is now lively and intelligent!

A rush to open the door of the meditation room, just saw the old monk Bechen holding a pen in his hand. The old monk Beichen sighed: "Amitabha! In a rush, if you don't concentrate on reading, why do you make a noise? Yi Chong replied, "Master! Taste the lark flower tea cooked by the apprentice himself! Master chanted all day long, wanting to be thirsty! The old monk Bechen put down the eight-inch red sandalwood glutinous wolf pen and put the scriptures aside. I also heard Yichong say: "The "Book of Enlightenment" given by the master records that the lark flower into tea can not only cure all kinds of evil diseases, but also nourish the mind and gather qi and relieve worries. I knew that there was a lark tree in my ancient temple, so in May last year, I secretly climbed up the lark tree that pierced the sky without telling my master, and picked the fresh flowers that were waiting to be released, lest the ordinary pockets be stained, and wrapped them in purple clothes when I was born; In addition, he cut the six-leaf white jade bamboo of ten years old, burned bamboo charcoal, smoked the buds with a simmer, and got a small purse, which was hidden on the beams and pillars of the Muyun Bell Tower; Again, the dew that was condensed on the puff petals for two days of this year's beginning of spring and stinging was only a small urn and buried under the cherry nut tree next to the Dingyan platform. Only then did the tea, the water used to make it, and the firewood for making it ready. When I was reading the Bible this morning, I found that Master was a little bored, not as empty and indifferent as in the past, and had few desires, so I put down the book and didn't read, secretly cooked tea, and brought it to Master to drink, maybe it can help Master calm his mind and relieve his worries! The old monk Beichen listened to the words, only felt warm, and only then did he show joy and praise: "Amitabha! Yichong became more and more sensible, and cooked this pot of good tea for the teacher wholeheartedly! "A flush of the teapot, the teacup to the side of a few cases on the table, pour out the tea, the tea fragrance overflowed in a flash, permeated the Zen room, the tea soup yellow through the green, clear and flawless. One washed down two cups, and respectfully presented a cup to the old monk. The old monk Bechen took it, took a sip, and praised: "The color is like dew crystalline, the fragrance of flowers and bamboo is integrated into one, and the tongue is sweet, moisturizing the throat and spleen, and it is really a good tea!" Since I started studying, I have always grown rapidly, and I am very pleased to be a teacher! However, do you know the origin of this lark flower? After tilting his head and thinking about it, he replied with a smile: "Naturally, it grows on the lark tree." The old monk Beichen replied with a smile: "Amitabha! It grows on a lark tree, but it's not as simple as it seems! The lark tree does not bloom every year, nor does it bloom every year, only on the day of the spring equinox, there are lark birds flying from afar, and after perching on the lark tree, there will be flowers in May of that year; If there are no larks and birds perched on the trees in any given year, not half of the flowers will bloom. Yi Chong sighed in amazement: "The Book of Qixuan paints spring grass and autumn trees, describing the wonders of the world, but this principle is not mentioned in the book. Sure enough, time and space are vast, and there are many wonders, and there are always unexpected and unreachable places for ordinary people! The old monk Bechen smiled and said, "Amitabha! This miracle is also observed by the teacher for many years. "Qixuan Book" did not mention it, but I think it is because I didn't keep the ancestor and didn't pay attention to it at the beginning. Yi Chong said: "In this way, the lark flower tea is more and more precious!" The old monk Bechen sighed and said, "Amitabha! That's why it's easy to bring disaster! Puzzled, he asked, "Master! But what kind of calamity? The old monk Bechen sighed repeatedly, but replied: "Time has passed, and it is useless to mention it!" ”

Hearing this, he nodded, and asked again, "Master!" Would you like to tell Yichong, why are you sad and frowning today? The old monk Bechen continued to taste tea, and did not answer a flush directly, but worried in his heart: "Today is a flush that has been in the ancient temple for six years." Since he was two years old, the old monk taught him to read and write, chant scriptures and worship the Buddha, and taught him how to behave in the world, but he never taught him martial arts. Now that he is getting older, the old monk is very distressed, should he pass on his martial arts? If you don't pass it on, as a disciple who doesn't stay behind, how can you not learn a unique martial arts, won't you let me never learn and break my veins? And if he rushes out without leaving a brake, he will be defenseless! Biography, a rush of talent, good roots, is a martial arts wizard, I am afraid that there are few opponents in the world, if the golden prophecy is answered, then the old monk is a sinner in the world! Thinking of this, the old monk Bechen frowned and sighed. Seeing this, Yichong said: "Master, what is the secret of unspeakable, it doesn't hurt to tell Yichong!" I will do my best to solve the problem for the master! Hearing Yichong's immature and innocent voice, the old monk Bechen suddenly stretched out his heart and thought to himself: "Yichong is so benevolent and filial, with more guidance, he will not change his path to the devil." Practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, and practicing the martial arts of the right path can also make him upright. So, Bechen opened his mouth and asked, "Yichong, are you willing to practice martial arts?" A rush bluntly said: "Reading all day long, I also feel bored, and it does have the meaning of dancing with a knife and stick." The old monk Bechen smiled and asked: "If you really want to practice martial arts, you must understand the meaning of martial arts." Why are you willing to listen to what you say? After a moment's thought, he replied: "Fist and foot skills, rigid and soft mistakes, for oneself, strong muscles and bones, and righteous spirit; to others, protect the soft and good, punish the evil; Those who are in the world, Kuang Shidao, help the common people. is not talented, but he is also determined to make achievements, and he does not want to be mediocre and lose this life! The old monk Bechen was surprised by his words and sighed: "Amitabha! A rush is a child, a blood is not inferior to a husband, even the old monk of the sixtieth armor is ashamed of himself, and the teacher is obsessed with this age! Yi Chong hurriedly smiled and said: "Master is dedicated to the Buddha and ignores the world, if Master goes out of the mountain and lives a life of four and five constants, what is the matter?" The old monk Bechen shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha! When you read too many books, your heart will follow wildly! Your eyes are opened, your mind is broad, and he will definitely walk out of this ancient temple, shake the mountains from the ground, turn over the rivers and the sea! It can be said that the dragon is not a thing in the pool, and it will eventually go to the sky! How can being a teacher stop you? That's it! As a teacher, I will pass on your martial arts! Yichong happily asked, "Dare to ask what kind of martial arts the master will pass on?" The old monk Beichen replied meaningfully: "I don't leave a brake of martial arts, there are three kinds: Suo Xin Soul Splitting Gun, Yi Sheng Dagger, these two things are inevitably bloodthirsty, they are not used before the ancestor escapes into the empty door, you are still young, not suitable for practice; There is also a magic baguette, which is created by the ancestor after he was hidden, and pays attention to the root of the attack to control the enemy without hurting the enemy. As a teacher, can I pass on your magic baguette? Yichong replied: "Yichong obeys the teacher's orders and learns the magic stick." However, Ichijo has a wish! Bechen smiled: "Oh? Let's listen to the teacher! ”

I saw a rush to stand up, and said solemnly: "Su Wen, Suo Xin Soul Splitting Gun, more than seventy-two inches long, weighing 30,000 catties, is based on the ancient god material Dragon Tendon King Kong as the quality, after countless hammering, quenching, after ninety-nine years of cold and summer refining, and on the eve of the calcination of this gun, its caster Xuanjun Master Sacrifice was born, the first sharp weapon in the world, the spear is sharp, touch it and die, cut gold and jade, cut copper and chop iron, it is easy! A rush is the most itchy, every time I read its pictures and texts in the "Book of Enlightenment", I always unconsciously feel nostalgic at my fingertips! However, a rush is not as strong as the ancestor of the rainbow, the force of the mountains, although I have the heart but not the ability to hold this gun, but also know that this gun is not a treasure that I do not leave a brake, non-head can not be seen, deeply regretted! However, the Yisheng dagger, three inches long, weighing six catties, small and cute, was cast by the fusion of purple gold and an unknown thing, and the unknown thing was extremely curious about it; In addition, the dagger snake head, such as shy and timid, demigod and half 魑 (chī), snake eyes and two beads, like emerald and jade like Nao, "Qixuan Book" did not specify what it was, only said that its green light was overflowing, which really made a rush of fascination! When Yichong is getting older and has perfected the magic baguette, can the master teach the apprentice Yi Sheng a dagger? Yichong promised the master that he would not use the Yisheng dagger for evil! The old monk Beichen sighed and replied: "Amitabha! Yi Sheng dagger, cut down the fallen gods, punish the evil spirits, dagger out of the sheath, break the inner dan, demon fear, ghost frightened, is the most terrifying god of the demons of the Beikan god Gao Di Chonghai, mortals rarely use it. According to legend, back then, the ancestor did not stay in order to subdue the Hades Demon Tuo Hu (hú) with the Yisheng dagger, in exchange for more than 800 years of demons not disturbing people. The patriarch period of its reform, take its inner Yuan Dan and not broken, only the Hades King Hu Bei trapped in Di Chonghai Reed Dove Island Luhua Bay, that place is colorful all year round, doves chirp, fluttering up and down. Later, Yi Sheng Dagger came to Yuqi Mountain with his ancestor and passed it on to his teacher, which has gone through eleven generations. If you have this intention, you should also agree to it as a teacher! Yi Chong asked again: "Master just said that the Hubei Demon Pill has not been broken, and his body is still in Luhua Bay, if he has not changed and expects revenge, can he break through the confinement?" The old monk Beichen replied: "Amitabha! The plots in this are all circulated, and they are not known as teachers. Now the plan is to practice the magic baguette diligently. Yichong replied: "Obey the master's orders!" The old monk Bechen said again: "The magic baguette is of different lengths. One rush, go to the Xiaoxiao martial arts field with the teacher, and you go to choose the size that you are comfortable with! ”

On the martial arts field, Yi Chong stood in front of the magic stick frame, picked up his eyebrows and danced for a while, and then said with a smile: "Master! This root is the most integrated rush! The old monk Bechen also picked a stick with eyebrows, and explained and practiced.

Baguette, a total of nine styles.

The first type, the preparatory type, the warm sunshine day. The ancestor believes that martial arts is based on martial virtues, even if the enemy is opposed, at the beginning of the duel, it should also be courteous. Therefore, this preparatory form is really a respectful style.

His mantra:

The left hand is full of wonderful laws, and the right hand is a Buddhist palm;

nodding slightly, not smiling, not smiling;

Heavenly Court is slightly tall and tall, and the sea of air is arrogant;

Thick feet crack the boundless ground, and the discerning eyes are waiting to be recruited.

The second type, the glimpse of the light. The practice of martial arts pays attention to gradual progress, going down to school, slowly drawing, not rushing for quick success, hoping for a single (cù) achievement. This formula is like a dragonfly dotting water, and it stops.

His mantra:

At the beginning of the day, the light is swept horizontally, and the longitudinal silhouette is continuous;

Shallow bow beam mound, deep qi running;

Half a touch of fragrant incense, full of dark injections;

Yin is blind, and yang is folded before the top.

The third type, the sky is slanting. When the magic baguette came here, it began to focus on controlling the enemy, and it was no longer child's play. The sky is slanting, and the magic stick is from top to bottom, like the slanting sun pouring.

His mantra:

The clouds are soaring and disappearing, and the scorching sun is arrogant and stopping;

The head of the horned crane is volleyed in the air, and the claws and tails of the bear are prostrate;

The enemy's control technique is horizontal, and the kung fu is frequent;

The sky was startled, and the slanting sun suddenly changed into a lone star.

The fourth type, strong wind and falling leaves. It's all about speed. The wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, not slowing down for half a minute. When Qianjun is at the top, there is no way to protect it if it is not this trick. It can be said that there is no time to wait, and the eyebrows are ready to be shown.

His mantra:

The golden eagle chases the wind, the jaguar chases the deer, and it is a good thing to do in one go;

Peng bird soaring clouds, eagles hunting rabbits, like a broken bamboo and sinking dantian;

The white horse treads the waves, the hungry wolf pounces on the sheep, and the dust is the governor;

Swifts volley, apes climb branches, and drive straight into the tàn.

The fifth type, drizzle moisturizing things. The last type is a thousand miles, the next type is sharp and crescendo, so this fifth type is a buffer type, the strength is not rigid or soft, when playing, the sky is like a gentle drizzle, moisturizing things silently, waving his sleeves to go, a successful Fuju, a true gentleman!

His mantra:

Shameful peach condensation dew beads, fists and feet overflowing thoughts and greed;

The weak willow is thick green and green in spring, and it is a trick to know the world and the world;

Thick makeup and thick makeup, light work to catch the moon and the mountains;

The drizzle moistens the things and moistens the people, and the wonderful law hides the road and hides the sky.

The sixth type, the electric light river. When the martial arts reach this style, they gradually enter the strong place of the magic baguette. This style is used by a strong enemy, and the weak move cannot be controlled. When it acts, it is like blue-purple lightning, illuminating the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

His mantra:

Virtuality and wisdom cut knees, static movement and clever elbow raising;

Zabi's heart socket pierces my tiger's mouth;

Lateral rotation pushes the humerus, reflexively locks the throat;

The spirit stick is fierce, and the blue and purple are shining.

In the seventh form, the thunder gate opens. The most gravity of the magic baguette is a type, pay attention to the virtue, firmly Mount Tai, the enemy can not shake, can not move.

His mantra:

Push your hands around the center and kick the heavenly spirit cross-legged;

A gust of wind swept across the three clouds;

Pound with each other, waist and shoulders with each other;

There is a vision in heaven, and the Thunder Gate is now open.

The eighth form, the chaotic sky. This style is the highest level of magic stick to control the enemy, when the martial arts, people, sticks, heaven and earth become one, and the whirling stick is like a thousand hands, stirring the three realms and nine Gao things. There are few people in the world who can make this trick without leaving a disciple, and this trick has never been made since the ancestor was not left.

His mantra:

The rolling stick laughs at the shadow of the crazy demon, and the immeasurable cultivation becomes the floating fruit;

East, west, north and south move at will, up and down, left and right at will;

After the rain hurricane six contracts, the Buddha's hand angrily revealed the nine gao sounds;

The curtain clouds poured down and the net was lifted, and the sky was chaotic and the universe was upside down.

The last form, the ninth form, is the Mystic Dharma. This formula is the closing type, the last type of chaos in the sky, if you win, this trick is intended to surrender, my Buddha is merciful, to convince people with virtue; If you don't win, there is no room for this move. As for the mantra of the heart, just one word: benevolence!

"One rush, you need to be in the move, look at the trick to know the law, the combination of the move, the combination of the move, the heart of the law, the move in your own body, as your own arm, you are it, it is you, it is not divided into two, it is one! You need to know that if you want to reach the realm of transformation, you should concentrate on your determination, you must practice often, and don't live up to the good times! "Don't be tireless. Yichong replied: "Yichong wrote it down, set your diligence and practice, and live up to Master's expectations!" The old monk Bechen admonished again: "One rush, you have to remember that there is no soul under the magic stick!" On the one hand, the magic baguette is easy not to kill; The two, if they really want to kill, they should also be killed! ”

After a few days, the old monk passed on his heart by mouth, hand-in-hand hand, exhausted, selfless and uncomplaining. A rush of understanding and good, in just a few months, he has been able to move freely, but he strives for excellence, does not relax, is diligent and self-denying, and does not slack off at night, although he is a small person, but he is ambitious!

Since attacking martial arts day and night, the broken relationship has been renewed! But it is said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the night is three watches, the hawthorn finch is not noisy, the worm (qióng) is resting, the dew star is dark, and the moon washes Jiugao. Yichong had just finished playing the fourth type of strong wind and falling leaves, and was sitting alone on the stone outside the Xiaoxiao martial arts field, and there was a magic stick lying on the ground next to him, and he recited the heart method to the moon: "The golden eagle chases the wind, the jaguar chases the deer, and it is a ...... of the Indian Baihui in one go."

"Suddenly—" A crisp and loud chirp came from the woods, and he rushed in shock. He pondered, "Huh? I have never heard this cry before, but what kind of animal made it? "I stood up from the stone rock because of the sound, and looked up at the sky, but no birds flew by. He looked around again, but there was no vision, and then he said to himself, "Yes! If there is fate, we will meet one day! That's it for tonight, and go back to rest! He rolled his baguette on tiptoe and prepared to retreat. Suddenly, a shadow flashed from under the tree. Yichong noticed it, was shocked, and secretly wondered: "Who is it?" I was born here, grew up here, and never met an outsider without leaving a brake! Who is this? I saw the one who walked out of the shadows, just when the moon was in the sky, sprinkling light and cold, illuminating her body, like hair and light. A rush to look, it was a girl, a plain white sleeve shirt embroidered with a few bamboo leaves, hair combed left and right braids, jade bamboo belt tied into a lotus knot, eyebrows and stars flashing, forehead lines like lotus hearts, lips and teeth beautiful, smiling flowers, out of the dust and unspeakable, is walking towards him.

Ichichong's heart was full of excitement, thinking, "Who is it?" Without leaving a moment, people are born so delicate in ice and snow! Aside from Master, this is the first person Ichichong has ever seen in his life! However, it is also strange, it is obviously the first time I saw it, but I feel that there seems to be a precedent! The tattoo on her forehead is even more familiar in a trance! Yichong smiled and started to meet him, and he was about to speak, and the words reached the tip of his throat, but at this time, he heard another "sudden chirp" in the forest. "Okay, you smoker, you really hid in the Bodhi tree and ate the fruit!" But when the girl heard the cry, she glanced at it, turned her body lightly, fluttered her sleeves, and flew straight to the leafy old Bodhi in the forest. "Why don't you leave your name?" He ran and shouted, but the girl was long gone. Yi Chong hurriedly picked up the magic baguette and said, "Bodhi tree!" He hurried into the woods. When he rushed to the Bodhi tree in a sweat, there was no trace of the other party, and only the hawthorn finches and the geese were frightened, and they chirped in panic. I rushed left and right to search, suddenly went up to the trees, suddenly turned over the grass, and suddenly looked at the night sky through the dense gaps in the leaves, but after all, it was still fruitless.

A rush to return to the bedroom, tossing and turning on the pillow, sleepless, anxious, depressed, he only felt that his body was like floating in a bottomless boat in the turbulent sea, his thoughts were flying, hating the night was too long, and it was difficult to rest. "Is she a human or an immortal? The body is as light as a swallow, the eyes are full of anticipation, such as smoke, like water, a moon shines on people, and it is so beautiful in voice, she is a bodhisattva fairy, or a goddess in the moon? "I was in a reverie, I couldn't sleep all night, and I didn't feel that the rooster was crowing and the sky was white.

Early morning. "Master!" Yichong jumped up from the couch, and before he was fully dressed, he hurried to the old monk Bechen's bedroom, and shouted and pushed the door directly. The old monk Beichen woke up, his clothes were draped, and when he saw a rush of recklessness, he asked: "Amitabha! One rush! How can you be so reckless today? The teacher's clothes have not yet been properly tidied up, and you have broken in like this, what kind of body has it become? Yi Chong didn't answer, but said to himself, "Master! Last night, I practiced the magic stick in the martial arts field, and around the third watch, I saw a tiáo girl, whose appearance was unconventional, and she looked like a fairy child next to the Bodhisattva lotus platform...... "The old monk Beichen interrupted with a smile: "Amitabha! One rush! Isolated from the world for many years, except for each generation of heads and disciples, there are few visitors. Aren't you dazzled? I guess it's the shadow of the tree leaning on the high platform, and you become a figure. Yi Chong hurriedly defended: "Master! I really can see it clearly! Seeing her face clearly, 瑳 (cuō) is dreamy, delicate and flawless, not a layman, like a fairy child! Yichong also heard her voice, crisp and immature, it was really Ying Yan jealous of Bai Lingmu! She seemed to be looking for someone named 'Smoke', and flew towards the linden tree in the forest. Master! She also rushed to a smile and smiled! He said with a light in his eyes. The old monk Bechen tidied up his clothes, thoughtfully, and said: "I don't understand this matter as a teacher, but when you mentioned the Bodhi tree, there are some stories!" Yi Chong was impatient and said, "Master! Hurry up and listen! ”

I saw the old monk Bechen slowly sitting on top of the pudun, and said unhurriedly: "As a teacher, when I was nine years old, I heard a strange cry for the first time in my life, like a bird's cry, like an insect chirping, and the loud and abnormal; Since then, it will be heard every ten years, but on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, I followed the sound many times, but I didn't see it, but I didn't get nothing as a teacher. The old monk Bechen looked at it, and then said: "The old tree of red Bodhi in the forest bears fruit once every ten years, and the fruit is the sweetest on the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it is clear that the fruit is abundant, but it is always overnight, there are no particles, and I want to come, it is eaten by that thing!" When he heard this, he was overjoyed and asked, "Master! What did you hear, but that cry was 'abrupt'? The old monk replied: "Exactly! I heard it again last night, but I don't want to be a teacher anymore and I don't want to, and I am the same as the teacher back then! However, a rush! Although the teacher allows you to grow up freely, you can not shave your hair into my empty door, but I still advise you, there are some things, don't be persistent! Yichong couldn't listen to the old monk Bechen's exhortation at all, and said to himself: "Master! I was anxious last night and didn't look closely. At this time, let's go to the red Bodhi tree of sorrow and see if the fruit is still there! "Amitabha! Rush to go and chant for the teacher! The old monk replied calmly. rushed out without waiting for the old monk Bechen to finish speaking. "Amitabha! I'm still a red dust naughty boy in the end! The old monk sighed secretly.

Said that he rushed, like a stray arrow in a hurry, like a divine horse rushing, rushed to the Bodhi tree, and saw the sad curse red Bodhi tree branches and leaves flame purple, red fruit bunches, each fruit is huge and crystalline, carefully examined, found that a few Bodhi fruit left pecking marks. rushed to the joy and pondered: "The 'smoke' she mentioned must be a gluttonous elf, and every ten years on the day of fruit ripening, she steals here to feast, but this time she was stopped by the fairy child in time to keep the rest of these Bodhi fruits!" After thinking about it, the corners of his mouth raised, and he thought about it, and said, "I'll pick a bunch of red fruits for Master to enjoy first." The rest will be used as bait, just wait for the 'smoke' to turn back, then I will have a chance to see the fairy child again! ”

Yichong acted according to the plan, picked the largest and sweetest bunch and sent it to the old monk Buchen. After that, he hid in the thick grass beside the red linden tree, and waited from sunrise to mid-day, and then waited until the sun set in the west and the mountain birds returned to the forest, until the full moon rose, and there was still no movement. Yichong secretly cheered himself up and said: "The gluttonous elf will not dare to come during the day, and will wait until late at night to act, and I will guard you here until dawn!" "The moon is in the middle of the sky, the sixteen jade plates are brighter than Chanjuan last night, the moonlight is clear, and the entire Yuqi Mountain is full of glory. It's just that when the morning dawned, there was no trace of smoke, and he was a little frustrated, but he still encouraged himself, and said: "It must have been discovered by the fairy child last night, you need to calm down for a few days and come again, and I will wait for you for a few more days!" "For three days and nights in a row, I stayed quietly under the Bodhi tree, until the Bodhi fruit was ripe and landed, and there was still no trace of smoke and fairy children, only the night owl startled the perched birds, and flew all over the forest and mountains!

A few days later, depressed, worried, and dazed, this is the first time in his life that he has been disappointed, frustrated, and the more he asks, the more he can't be! Yichong sat at the tea table, with empty cups facing each other, and his eyes were blank. Hearing the old monk Bechen say: "Amitabha! One rush! For the teacher, don't be persistent! There is a cause for birth and decline, and it is fate to cause and die! How many days have you not practiced the magic baguette, but you have forgotten your promise to be a teacher? "Master......" choked up, "I always feel like I've seen her, I always feel like there are countless words to tell her, I always feel like there are countless questions I want to ask her!" Where did she come from? Why are you here? Is she a human or an immortal? Who is 'Smoke'? …… Master! She smiled at me, but she had the same heart to mind, but she wanted to say the same thing to me? As soon as he spoke, his eyes gradually became teary-eyed. The old monk Beichen sighed: "One rush! You have not stayed for seven years, and you have cried twice, the first time was on the night of your birth, and the cry led to the teacher looking for you; Now, it's the second time! Yichong whimpered, "Master! I have never forgotten the promise I made to you—to practice the magic baguette diligently, but my heart aches constantly, like guilt, like debt, like remorse, like confusion, like missing, like loss, like loss and regain, like gain and loss! She is like my old friend, like my dearest relative, like my unremitting waiting and pursuit in my past and present lives, as if rushing to the greatest preciousness and nostalgia, expectation and waiting in this world! Master! I can't tell, I can't figure it out, what is the reason for this? Just one glance, but it arouses all kinds of nostalgia! The old monk paused and said, "Amitabha! One rush! For the teacher to punish you, copy and recite the "Empty Sutra" a hundred times. Yichong lowered his head and said sadly: "Master......" but before Yichong finished speaking, the old monk Bechen said: "The six senses of human eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind perceive the six realms of color, sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and law in the world, so as to produce six consciousnesses of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sorrow, and thought. With sustenance in body and mind, things can be clear, if you are light-hearted, everything you ask for is a feather! All things come and go, and you need to know that 'when you come, you can't stop when you come, and you can't stop when you go!' 'In the end, all under the guidance of my Buddha, why bother and ask for troubles! What you ask for is nothing more than a flower on the other side, even if you smell its fragrance, it is difficult to see it! If you can endure the loneliness of Shaohua, you can cross the sea of bitterness ridiculously! Yi Chong listened to the old monk Bechen's preaching words, tears from the corners of his eyes, closed his mouth and forbidden, sighed for a moment, and followed the old monk Bechen's order to go to the meditation room. Listening to the arboreal cicada's cry, he sighed to himself: "The cicada is mourning and the tree is green, and the tree is ruthless, how can the cicada groan?" ”

said that he rushed and copied the scriptures, and his heart was still hesitant, secretly thinking: "If you and I are like river fish Shuo Yan and Qin Shu Songyun, then these thousands of troubles will be gone!" It's better to shave your face like the master, you don't have flowers and willow eyes, and you don't mess with black bees and yellow butterflies! ”

But the fairy child under the moon that Dao Yichong saw outside the Xiaoxiao martial arts field was Zhong Yushan Immortal Shu Cangzhuqiong. But she is far away in the west to Shengao, how could she come to this Dongzhen Shengao Yuqi Mountain? What is the sacredness of the "smoke" she mentioned? The story needs to be told slowly.

The bamboo protrusion bird in the six-leaf white jade bamboo forest of Zhongyu Mountain, black dots and white dots, a good couple. The biggest difference between this couple is that the white dots can understand the language of people and birds and beasts, while the black dots cannot. This is not the case, but hundreds of years ago, when the black dot and the white dot went to the southeast Xungao Jiangzi River with Hui Zhen, the white dot was thirsty and drank the water of the Jiangzi River, the river water was sweet and refreshing, and the white dot drank heartily, and suddenly felt that the throat was stuck, as if she had eaten something by mistake, but she did not taste too much, but since that day, the white dot can understand the neighing of insects, fish, birds and beasts and the dialect of the Quartet. White dots often joke: "Black dots are not as knowledgeable as white dots!" "The white dot can talk to the bell bird immortal, and if the black dot wants to know what to talk about, the white dot needs to be translated into bird language.

As for what the white dot swallowed by mistake, this is a later story, and this time I will talk about that noon first. Cangzhu Qiong and Haizhu Ye stared intently, staring at the bamboo bird's nest. It was originally a gray-veined white-bottomed bird's egg, lying in an oval nest made of thin white jade bamboo branches, and thick fresh six-petal bamboo leaves were laid under the egg. Cang and the sea waited carefully, for fear of missing a point; Even Qi Zhu, such a fairy who ignores the world, also sat quietly to accompany her. At a certain moment, I suddenly heard the sound of a crack "click", "It's born!" Raw! Haizhuye roared in surprise. Be quiet, be careful not to scare him! Cangzhuqiong grabbed the placket of her clothes with both hands, and she was cautious in her breathing. On the bamboo branches next to the nest, there are black and white spots of bamboo protrusions, each stretching their necks, which is also the nervousness and joy of the first parents. The egg shell broke, a small head poked out, stretched his neck vigorously, opened his orange mouth, and shouted loudly: "Suddenly! "Black and white dots flutter their wings and stand by the newborn bamboo." In the name of the son, the parents give! You two, do you make sense? Immortal Gu Zhuzhu asked. I heard the female bird White Dots say: "The names of black dots and white dots were once chosen by the ancestor of Shuhui according to the color of our tail feathers. This chick's fetal hair has not retreated, or wait for it to be determined, Senior Sister Jizhu, please work hard and give him a name! "It's fine!" Ji Zhu smiled and nodded in reply.

Time passed, more than a month, the fetal feathers of the small bamboo protrusion bird receded, and the appearance was initially determined.

Exactly: the spirit birds are crying in the mountains and forests, and the two Gao are entangled.

After all, what does the little bamboo protrusion bird look like? Let's see the next time.