The other side is not here.

And what about Amiji?

The silence was not only Zhuang Baiyi, who walked to the gate of the mountain temple with difficulty and knocked on the ancient gate with a sword, but also Chen He and Nan Dequ, who had been shrinking in the Tianyan car.

The moment the mountain gate was knocked open, the wind and snow seemed to change, and there was a long and slow breathing sound like the wind blowing on this world.

In the mountain gate, there is still an ancient road, you can see the snow-covered bell and drum tower, and the endless temples go away layer by layer, even if it has been silent for thousands of years, it is still telling the grand scene of such an ancient place of cultivation.

But this is not the reason why that black-robed sword cultivator was stunned and silent.

When he looked up, he saw an even more bizarre story.

The head of a white-clothed monk who had lost his ears was on top of the snowstorm, as if he was looking down at his palm, and he said with great seriousness and sighing: "You were here." ”

Chen He looked at the world after the mountain gate was opened with some blankness, and also saw the white-clothed monk who was like a towering giant.

What is it that he said you were here?

Does it refer to Zhuang Baiyi, or does it refer to Ami Temple?

When Chen He looked at the scene in front of him, he seemed to finally remember something.

In the hand of this great monk, there must be a small white stone.

It turned out that Amiji Temple had always been in the hands of this white-clothed monk, no wonder he would say that he couldn't find the entrance to Amiji Temple.

How can a man walk into the palm of his hand?

It's not a Mo's ring.

Chen He didn't know why he was thinking of such a strange thing.

Nan Dequ was very silent and shrunk in the rabbit fur, and the air flow brought by the white-clothed monk when he spoke, rolling the wind and snow, almost overturned him out of the car.

And Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a long time, kneeling in front of the mountain gate with a silent sword, he had already lowered his head, silently looking at those Buddhist paths and stone lamps.

It took a long time for this black-robed sword cultivator to wipe the blood on his lips and raise his head again.

"Did the Master already know that this would be the case?"

Jian Xiu's body was still trembling slightly under the suppression of those Dharmas.

The great monk who was sitting in a thin white monk's robe in the wind and snow said very calmly: "How can you say that you know everything that is uncertain? ”

Zhuang Baiyi fell silent again.

Maybe it doesn't matter right now that you know it or not.

Ami Temple is in front of them, but they all fell into the palm of this great monk - such an ancient road may not be the palm print of this deer songjiao deer master.

Chen He was cranky, looking down at the ancient road below, thinking that this was a lifeline or a career line?

Perhaps thinking of an extremely amazing possibility, Chen He's eyes suddenly widened.

Could it be that this is a love line?

Otherwise, how could this monk sing with him in the first place, what kind of woman flowers swayed in the red dust?

It's a pity that they are too small now, and Chen He doesn't know how he has become so small, so small that standing in the palm of the monk's palm, he can only see the vast wind and snow without seeing the boundary.

Otherwise, no matter what Chen He says, he will have to see which line this is.

Perhaps it was Chen He's wide eyes that attracted the attention of the great monk, the monk sighed, looked at Chen He and said helplessly: "What is the donor thinking about?" ”

Chen He smiled.

Only then did Nandequ finally get out of the car wrapped in those rabbit furs, looked up at the huge braised egg above the sky, and said softly: "Master, your ears are missing." ”

The white-clothed monk thought about it very seriously, and then said, "It's okay, it should be around here, just look for it when you have time." ”

A few people were chatting there, but the black-robed sword cultivator who was kneeling in front of the mountain gate with a sword suddenly pulled out his sword from the snow stone, and his sword intent flowed, but in an instant, he broke through the shackles of those Buddha sound scriptures, turned into sword light, but went straight into the mountain gate, leaving only some blood and long-standing sword fire in place.

When Nan Dequ saw this scene, he was a little distracted.

Zhuang Baiyi also ignited the sea of gods.

It's just that this is probably something that Nan Dequ can't understand, and he has already determined that he has fallen into the hands of Master Jiaolu - this is a fact that includes both literal and extended meanings.

Why should Zhuang Baiyi be like this?

The great monk didn't move.

Still sitting quietly on the wind and snow mountain pass, he didn't seem to hear of Zhuang Baiyi's actions.

"The master won't stop him?"

Nan Dequ looked at Master Jiaolu and asked puzzled.

The latter just smiled slightly and said, "What are you stopping him for?" ”

Nandequ thought for a long time before he said seriously: "If the master didn't want to stop him, why did I find him in the first place?" ”

Master Banana Deer looked back at Feng Xue and said very calmly, "I'm just worried that he will do something bad in the world of Luming." But since he was already in Ami Temple, he naturally didn't have to care about those things. ”

Chen He sat there and said, "Then what should you do if he smashes everything in Ami Temple?" ”

This young man would always think of the words that Zhuang Baiyi said that he was really afraid.

Master Banana Deer looked strange.

"Why should I do it?"

Chen He always felt that this answer was a little undeserved.

"I heard that Kamigawa dug up the ancestral grave of the Hanging Temple, and the prime minister directly reversed, there was something wrong with Ami Temple, and the master always has some responsibility."

Master Jiaolu smiled and said, "I'm not a monk of Ami Temple, why should I be responsible?" ”

Not only Chen He and Nan Dequ, but also outside this mountain gate, the Ming mayfly sitting on the cliff with a dying look of surprise all showed a very surprised look.

"The master is not a monk of Amiji, why is Amiji in the hands of the master?"

Ming mayfly began to come back to his senses from such a thing as the original Amiji Temple had been in the hands of Master Jiaolu, and he heard such a sentence.

Master Jiaolu thought about it seriously and said: "Cong Jian holds the square inch of the Sword Grinding Cliff, is he the person who grinds the Sword Cliff, all the cultivators in the world cultivate the Great Dao, is everyone a person from Hangu Temple?" ”

The crowd fell silent.

After a long time, Nandequ, who has been in such a place as Nanyi City, suddenly thought of something, and looked at such a snowy world of Buddha in the palm of his hand in surprise, and said softly: "Isn't the master the person who turns into a demon in Ami Temple?" ”

The white-clothed monk's face was a little sad, and he said, "I must be a demon monk?" Can't I be a person? ”

“......”

Nan Dequ lowered his head in some shame.

The white-clothed monk thought about it very seriously.

"This pebble was obtained about thirty years ago. The poor monk was young and thin. On the way back from going to Fengxue Mountain Temple with my parents to pray for His Majesty's blessing, I accidentally fell, so I let them go first, I went to a nearby snow stream to wash my hands, and while washing, I felt that something was wrong, and found that there was a white stone in my palm. ”

The great monk laughed and continued: "After I went back, my parents were very happy to see this stone embedded in the palm of their hand from nowhere, and said that this must be the relic of a certain master in Luming. They thought I had a Buddha fate, so they sent me to a mountain temple to become a monk. ”

"Probably I do have a Buddha fate, but that mountain temple is one of the few places where I am still practicing Buddhism after the decline of Luming Buddhism."

Master Jiaolu sang a Buddha horn.

"Amitabha, so the poor monk is bald, and he has become stronger, and his martial virtues are also abundant."

“......”

The deer roared in the wind and snow blowing the thin white clothes of such a great monk, and indeed exposed the extremely strong tendons and flesh underneath.

"But if it weren't for Zhuang Baiyi opening the mountain gate, I really wouldn't know that this was Ami Temple."

Master Jiaolu is very sincere.

"After all, people can't set foot in their own palms."

Chen He didn't know what he was thinking about, he looked at the white-clothed monk and said seriously, "Why don't you try to lift your feet up and step on them?" ”

Nan Dequ looked back at Chen He on the side silently.

It's just that the world was bumped up in an instant, and this sword cultivator, who had already lost his cultivation, thought that Zhuang Baiyi had really made something in the Ami Temple, so he hurriedly helped Tianyan Che and looked over there, but behind the mountain gate where the Buddha lamp was fluttering, it was quiet as usual.

Only then did the thirty-six-year-old man realize that it was a white-clothed monk, and he really felt that Chen He was reasonable, so he sat there and stuffed his legs into his palms.

Nan Dequ looked at the big foot that fell from the sky in a panic, if that foot stepped down, probably the two of them would really be finished.

It's just that what Chen He said is indeed reasonable.

The next moment that foot appeared in the snowstorm, it disappeared very mysteriously.

Nandequ seemed to hear an extremely dull sound, thought about it, and turned his head on the Tianyan car.

I saw a big white-clothed monk who had no ears not far away was struggling in the snow, and finally struggled out of the snow that had been accumulated for thousands of years, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, patting the snow on his body while looking at Chen He, and said very sincerely: "The so-called authorities are fascinated, and this is indeed the case." ”

Chen He said with a smile: "I'm just guessing. ”

Master Jiaolu swept away the snow on his body, and looked down at his palm, but now his palm was empty.

Nande Qu was about to say something, but it seemed that he heard another plop.

It's just that unlike the sound of the great monk falling, this time the sound is extremely grand, like the sky has fallen.

Master Jiaolu stood there with a strange expression, but he remembered something and looked up at the sky.

After a long time, I saw a very miserable-looking man appear on the sky, and he was looking at it with his head probed.

Bright mayflies.

Probably seeing that Master Jiaolu really walked into this wind and snow Buddha country, this Nanchu Lingwu, who was already hopeless, also cheered up instantly, probably dragging his seriously injured body, falling down the mountain pass, and crawling over little by little.

Although the ephemera looked miserable, there was a smile on its face at this time, and she reached out and picked up the white stone.

"Master, now you're in my hands."

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly, raised his hand and stretched out his hand to the sky.

"I almost forgot about you, so you can come down too."

The ephemera's expression changed, and the next moment, the very miserable face above the heavenly dome disappeared there.

And in the midst of the wind and snow, there was a muffled sound that was the same.

The mayfly is, of course, much more miserable.

He was already beaten half to death by Master Jiaolu, and he fell around again, but he didn't even have the strength to get up from the snow, and he was wearing that wide witch robe, and he was stuck in the snow like an ancient and complicated painting.

In the end, Chen He couldn't bear it, so he ran over and pulled out the Southern Chu Spirit Witch of Ming Mayfly.

Ming Mayfly leaned on the side of Tianyan's car, the smile on his face came and went as fast as he could, and silently looked at Master Jiaolu.

This great monk with abundant martial virtues didn't pay attention to the Ming mayfly anymore, but just turned around and stood in the wind and snow looking at the mountain gate of the ancient temple in the snow, which was one of the four major cultivation sites of the year, and bowed his head and sang the Buddha's name softly.

Chen He and Nande didn't bother him, and the latter was there all the time sneering and looking at Ming Mayfly.

After all, the matter of Nanyi City was provoked by such a Nanchu Lingwu.

"You can't kill me."

Ming mayfly looked at Nan Dequ very seriously and said.

Nan Dequ sneered and said, "Why? ”

Ming Mayfly said slowly: "If you kill me, the master will be very faceless, after all, he will also kill me, if you kill me, who will he kill?" I don't understand why he had to kill me, but at this point, he had to kill me. ”

Nandequ said: "Do you really not know or do you not know? ”

Ming mayfly frowned and said, "I really don't know. ”

Nan Dequ said calmly, "Because the master is Shika Naruto. People like you, what good can you do when you come to Luming? Killing nature is the easiest. ”

It's like Master Jiaolu helplessly asked Nandequ, why can't I be a human.

This white-clothed monk is, of course, Naruto Shika.

"I thought it was the reason why the Tao was different and not conspired with each other."

Ming mayfly said with a sigh.

Nan Dequ sneered and said: "You look too high and think too far, and you think of yourself as a saint, but how can there be a saint in the world?" But they are all people of the world, and of course people in the world will have feelings for their family and country. Don't you have one? ”

The mayfly was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "No more, no more, no more, no more." ”

When such a Nanchu Lingwu paid tribute to the goddess with the blood of the people of the Huangliang world as sincerity on the edge of Daze, when he chose to drag Huangliang into the war with Nanyi City.

Probably not much.

On the other side, Chen He was looking at the white-clothed great monk there, and Chen He probably knew now that the original great monk was called Master Jiaolu, not the strong monk he said.

It's just that Chen He was a little puzzled by the fact that the white-clothed monk simply admitted that he was a strong monk.

The white-clothed monk had been standing quietly in the wind and snow, looking at the mountain gate from afar, and chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice—Chen He was a little inaudible.

However, the reason why people in the world say that monks chant scriptures quickly and vaguely is because they sometimes forget the scriptures themselves, so they repeatedly vaguely recite my day, my mother, my day, my mother.

I don't know if Master Jiaolu will do this.

Chen He was thinking nonsense there, but the white-clothed monk on the side turned his head to look at him.

The young man turned his head away and hummed a tune as if nothing had happened.

It took a long time before Chen He turned around and looked at the great monk who had stopped, but was still standing there without moving.

"The master doesn't seem to have any intention of going in and having a look."

Master Jiaolu sang a Buddha horn and said softly: "What do you go in and see?" ”

Chen He thought for a while and said, "After all, this is the origin of Buddhism in the world, isn't the master tempted?" ”

Master Jiaolu just smiled slightly and said, "The past." ”

"Like a dream?"

"Like a dream bubble."

Chen He thought about it seriously and asked, "What is the master just reciting?" ”

Master Banana Deer smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess? ”

Chen He said wistfully: "I'm not like a master who knows his heart, how can I guess?" ”

The white-clothed monk said with a smile: "I don't know how to understand him. ”

This great monk said that his ears hurt and his feet hurt, but he just refused to admit that there was any reason.

Chen He just looked at the great monk and smiled.

The latter was also there smiling slightly.

It's like two big silly forks in the snow.

Probably the great monk thought so too, so he restrained his smile and turned around and walked outside this ancient road.

Chen He looked at the figure of the white-clothed monk walking in the wind and snow, and asked curiously, "What is the master going to do?" ”

Master Jiaolu said very sincerely: "My ear hurts, I went to find my ear." ”

"What about after you find your ears?"

"Keep waiting for my destined person. My destined man is a straw bale, and he will come one day with a body of dirt and grievances....."

Chen He stood there silently.

At the end of the ancient road of wind and snow, the mountain gate leading to the Ami Temple is still open, and the stone lamp Buddha fire is swaggering, but it has not been extinguished for a long time in the wind and snow.

In the end, Nan Dequ still didn't have anything to do with Ming Mayfly, a dying person, and probably couldn't care about it, after all, Ming Mayfly was the first spirit witch in Nanchu, even if he was beaten half to death by Master Jiaolu, he was still a spirit witch after all, and Nan Dequ was short-lived in the three stacks of the Great Road, and he returned to the world.

Of course, if he had a sword in his hand, he would probably still be a qualified sword cultivator.

It's just that his sword has also been broken by Zhuang Baiyi's sword and fell in the wind and snow.

So Nan Dequ finally let go of those thoughts, wrapped in those rabbit furs and walked over, while sighing, while looking at such a mountain gate for a long time.

Chen He turned his head to look at this sword cultivator who could ignite sword fire not long ago, but now he could only rely on rabbit fur for warmth.

"You want to go inside?"

Nan Dequ thought seriously for a long time, and said softly: "Think about it, this may be the last time in my life that I am so close to such an ancient cultivation place, if I don't go in and take a look, maybe I won't have a chance in the future." Besides, I'm really curious about what Zhuang Baiyi will do when he goes there. ”

Chen He stood there very embarrassed.

"That's true."

Although Chen He didn't know why they appeared in the palm of Master Jiaolu in the end, it was probably not difficult to guess that they must have crossed a certain wind and snow barrier in the depths of the deer's song, thus embarking on such a road to Master Jiaolu's palm.

As if it were across the entire deer, it might be even more distant.

Nandequ wrapped in rabbit fur and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Are you going?"

"Go."