It is far away from the stone pavilion, and in many mountains, an old man with a hunchback and an old monk are shaped like withered trees, and their heads are full of scars.

The two are facing each other, one in front of the other, one sitting and one standing.

Compared with the old monk who stood quietly on one side of the Buddha ceremony and rubbed one hundred and eight Buddhist relics of different sizes in his hand, the hunchbacked old man was a good man.

Leaning on the old locust that has already spit green, in front of him is a burning firewood, and there are two strings of four pigeons that are already full of burnt fragrance, shining brightly, teaching people to move their index fingers.

Although the old monk who does not abide by the rules and does not follow the precepts is not taboo about meat, but he is naturally not interested in the smoke and fire of the world, and he looks at the heart with his eyes, nose and heart, and reciting lightly the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures that are extremely uncommon in Middle Earth.

Naturally, he is the only prince with a different surname in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the king of the mountain is coming at night, and, the teacher of the founding emperor and the saint, the saint temple Daoji.

Looking at the king with a different surname who was brave and fierce when he was young, he feasted on it, and he also smacked his mouth from time to time, which made the Daoji monk, who was absolutely unable to calm down at this moment, twisted his head, his face was expressionless, and he naturally did not blame, and said: "Have you heard a word from the prince?" ”

The king of the backer, who didn't pay attention to it at all, spit out his bones carefully, naturally it wouldn't be that he didn't have a copper plate to do anything with etiquette such as eating and not talking, and he chased me around Gyeonggi Road for more than half a month, and the night was just a simple annoyance for this old monk.

The old monk talked to himself.

"It's just that cats eat fish and dogs eat meat, but they smash their mouths when they eat."

The prince who has been in the limelight for 40 years is only focused on roasting pigeons.

It stands to reason that there are hundreds of miles away from the pigeon cliff here, and there is no such place as it is blessed, just now, I can't hear a few pigeon calls, mainly because the prince is good at this bite, whether it is when he was young, he traveled in all directions and ate the last meal, regardless of the next meal, or led the army to fight in the prime of life, and ate the last meal without taking care of the next meal, all of which made him practice a good ability to take local materials and eat food.

After all, when he went to the Western Regions, he held the title of a prince who had been waiting for ten years, and roasted the sand scorpion with one hand at night, but he saved the lives of six hundred light horsemen.

At that time, there were big pits in the sand sea at night, and there were many big pits in the sand sea, and it can be recorded in the history books of later generations: there are stones outside the sky, and there are countless pits, which is the luck of the dynasty, and it will be able to clear the obstacles and kill countless pits.

The past life and the future life are fortunate and unfortunate, and it has nothing to do with this time.

At this time, the backer king who followed the twelve horses all the way to the west felt very fortunate that there were eight lone pigeons, which could relieve his hunger.

Half a month of blind turning, but the oil and water have been consumed a lot.

It is consistent with the king of the mountain to put another branch to the ground at night, and gnaw on the other pigeon to show more effort.

I'm afraid that others will see it, which is a great blessing.

It's just that the old monk's eyes closed slightly, and he said slowly: "This is what the second lady said to the old monk at the beginning." ”

Obviously, the prince with a different surname, who had been listening, was wearing two branches with only one and a half pigeons left in his hands, and he said loudly in agreement, "Makes sense! ”

The old monk, who was really startled by this sudden voice, couldn't help but have some gaffes, took a long breath, and then looked at this junior who could make himself unable to do it, and said, "What is the truth?" ”

This time, I carefully selected the roasted pigeon meat that was not much in the mouth, and the mouth was delicate and tender, and the bottom of the tongue was full of relish.

was just stunned, and the backer king above 10,000 people under one person raised his head and smiled, "Give me a fight?" ”

The old monk who was standing rubbed the string of rosaries of different sizes, although he didn't look as panting as the hunchbacked old man opposite, he was also a little haggard, obviously not as strong as before.

He looked at him left and right, "The prince still doesn't let go?" ”

The hunchbacked old man on the opposite side sat on a boulder, let out a long breath, and shook the pigeon that suddenly bulged out on the long branches, and actually hummed a country tune to himself, but he didn't care about the old monk.

The old monk didn't care, and said, "It's all this age, why is the prince still so obsessed?" ”

The only prince with a different surname in that dynasty gently beat his legs, and this action really has a feeling of serving the old.

The old man glanced at the monk, sneered, and asked, "Aren't you a long-time monk who is also so obsessed?" ”

The title of Yelin did not make the Daoji monk have any objection, and this rhetorical question made the old monk have no intention of answering, but he asked: "If the prince is tired, just inform him, and the old man will wait for the prince." ”

Obviously, the hunchbacked old man was very disgusted that others looked down on him like this, threw away the pigeon in his hand, which should be extremely delicious, stood up directly, and said loudly: "Don't talk about it, the old man has lived for so many years, and he has never been tired of fighting." ”

The old monk's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his two-sided face became a happy face, "The prince has a strong body, which is really my great luck." ”

For the old monk's flattery, the backer king just snorted coldly in response.

The old monk naturally understood that the oil and salt of this prince with a different surname did not enter at this moment, so he changed his tone and asked, "Then dare to ask the prince if he is ready to spend it with the old man all the time?" ”

The hunchbacked old man did not ridicule the old monk's words this time, nor did he ignore them, he looked at the past meaningfully, and said meaningfully: "What do you think? ”

The old monk was still smiling, shook his head and said: "The prince is a seven-trick exquisite heart, how can the old man know the prince's thoughts." ”

The hunchbacked old man put his hands behind his back, and the slightly hunched back seemed to be straightened, and he snorted coldly, and said: "You don't want to wear such a high hat for me, the old man is now nine out of sixty, and the official hat he has worn over the years can also crush a person to death. ”

The old monk laughed solemnly, shaking the birds and birds in the surrounding trees, and shook his head helplessly, and said: "The Night King's words are not rough, and the old man is indeed not as good as those sycophants in the court. Immediately after the conversation changed, Fu asked again, "How long is the prince going to spend time with the old man?" ”

This time, the hunchbacked old man still didn't answer directly, and asked rhetorically: "How long has Emperor Wensheng been on the throne?" ”

Obviously, he didn't expect this question, the old monk smiled slightly, and although he was puzzled, he also replied: "According to the Yellow Emperor's calendar, it has been eight years since 2018. ”

The hunchbacked old man smiled, and said no more.

The old monk was surprised, looking at the other party very puzzled, he didn't understand why he asked this question, but he didn't explain after asking, he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

Kicked away the firewood in front of him, and the hunchbacked old man looked directly at the past, although he didn't speak, the old monk on the other side was instantly stunned.

Both of them are characters who have become essences, especially this old monk, who has lived in this world, and he understands the meaning from the eyes of the hunchbacked old man with just a twist of thought.

The hunchbacked old man sighed, "Should I call you Zen Master Daoji, or should I call you Qianyang Zhenren, or Master Yiji, or that common name that most people don't know, Yao Xianxian?" ”

The old monk's two white eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temporal chin suddenly seemed to be upside down, and it was just such an action, the Bodhisattva's joyful appearance became the angry eyes of King Kong, and the coercion that could not be seen clearly but could really be felt was instantly all around him, and even the hunchbacked old man's robe, which had not been taken care of for more than half a month, was brought to the hunting and agitation.

"Why, don't let me say it?" The hunchbacked old man was unmoved, and looked at the old monk with a funny feeling, "Since you have done it, you are afraid to say it?" ”

The old monk's eyelids, which were somewhat drooping due to old age, twitched slightly, and the fierceness in his cloudy eyes gradually dissipated, but the undulating thin chest clearly showed that he was emotionally unstable.

The hunchbacked old man smiled and said, "Do you think that with the death of the founding emperor Tianwen Emperor, no one will know the secret of your immortality?" Do you think that when I have been painstakingly lonely for a while, I just can't toss around without a purpose? In order to keep this secret, you used some means to ask Emperor Tianwen to launch a literary prison, burn books and pit martial arts, and secretly instigated the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, fighting for several years, so that I could not advance an inch in the same vein of martial arts for 50 years. Yao Xianxian, you are so ruthless, you have such a big appetite! ”

The corners of the eyes of the old monk who was enshrined as a holy master by the Great Monday Dynasty tightened, obviously he couldn't care about the so-called greed and hatred, but he immediately took a breath ......of turbidity, and said slowly: "I thought that such a layout in your life was just nonsense after hearsay, and I didn't think about it" As soon as the words changed, the old monk was confused, "It's just that how do you know the secret?" ”

The hunchbacked old man did not answer directly, and said: "I have been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and I have fought all over the world, but I just begged a powerful daughter-in-law." After more than ten years of ups and downs, could it be that the achievements were just for fame and reputation, or for the useless official rank? ”

The monk naturally wondered why this prince, who stood at the forefront of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was so nostalgic, and his eyes were full of doubts.

The prince with a different surname who was given the title by the first emperor changed the topic again at nightfall, "Ninety years ago, you instigated Emperor Tianwen to burn books, but you just blocked the inheritance of martial arts, but you couldn't stop the mouths of the people. ”

Although he didn't say it directly, the old monk understood the meaning very well, and somehow he sighed, and the right hand that was always rubbing a rosary the size of a baby's fist stopped, and the face with happy and angry eyes seemed to collapse, and he lost his spirit in an instant.

"Huh." The old monk was very helpless, unspeakably lonely, "At that time, Emperor Tianwen only wanted to fly to the Three Realms to live forever and live forever like the cultivators in heaven and earth five hundred years ago, and I was looking for that unnecessary way, but he didn't think that there was not much qi left in this world, seven or eight out of ten were in the three sects, and the remaining two or three were also divided by the royal family, how could there be a magnificent scene at that time?" In the end, people are not ghosts and ghosts in this world, but they are regarded as a good thing by Emperor Tianwen, but how does he know the twists and turns in the law? At the end of the day......"

"I'm not here to listen to you talk about this, I know what you say, but I don't need you to say it again." The hunchbacked old man interrupted the old monk's words very facelessly, causing the old monk to laugh bitterly again, "The past is in the past, and such a secret past will pass, and you won't feel good all these years." ”

The hunchbacked old man is very open-minded, and he thinks about it, like him who has been in the world for decades, he will not dwell too much on the past of those Chen sesame seeds and rotten grains, "I'm not here to help people seek revenge, so you don't have to tell me about these things." ”

"The world envy longevity and seek immortality to prove immortality, but I don't know that immortality is meaningless, watching the old people around me grow old one by one, and then die one by one, looking at those who have been practicing penance for decades to prove longevity, but a heavenly punishment will disappear and the bones will be gone, I am a Jiazi and another Jiazi, it is really ...... It's so lonely. "The old monk still has a little bit of solemnity on weekdays, and the meaning is even more gloomy," said that the world is like a floating cloud to me, as if I have understood it thoroughly, but in fact, I have lived enough. ”

"No hurry, no hurry." The hunchbacked old man waved his hand and said, "The old man knows that you can't die easily, just like this month, after so many times from me, you still didn't die." ”

The old monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking back on the past twenty days, it was really happy.

Daoji Holy Master said: "I have already found Guan Zizai of a Zen temple, and I will..."

The hunchbacked old man interrupted very disdainfully: "Then bury the monk, focus on women, protect a bullshit." ”

The old monk groaned, and wanted to defend the free monk he had invited from his thousands of miles out of his body, but he suddenly frowned, and his eyebrows seemed to be twisted together, and he became a rakshasa again, "The old man doesn't understand, how did the prince mention this." ”

"You really don't understand?" The hunchbacked old man did not hide the incomprehension in his eyes, in his opinion, this monster who had lived for nearly two Jiazi crossed more bridges than he walked, why couldn't he pay attention to the inner meaning at this time?

The old monk's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, with forehead furrows like dead tree bark.

"Do you think I'm the only one who understands your immortality? Emperor Wensheng has not established the East Palace so far, do you think that the East Palace is easy to cause party disputes as he said, and there are no other ulterior motives? "This young ranger, after the famous rivers and lakes turned to officialdom, with a covetous opportunity to worship the prime minister and stand in the court for more than 30 years, although he lived nearly half the age of the old monk, but his life is afraid that ordinary people have never experienced the excitement in several lifetimes.

I have been melancholy and chic, and I have been brilliant and down, and I have seen through the red dust at night with the prince with a different surname, as if he was muttering, as if he was sighing, "What does he want to do?" The world of the family has become its own, and the world cannot be done? ”

The old monk was dumbfounded.

The two old men who had been sitting and watching the storm for half their lives just glanced at each other, and the fear in their hearts became clear.

The hunchbacked old man's rickety back collapsed again, and he said slowly: "If you don't participate in national politics, you don't understand the deception inside, and when you see it on March 3 this year, you will know the matter of the pillar of fortune of the country." ”

The old monk didn't speak, he knew it now.

"March 3rd, sue the ancestors."