As soon as Zhou Qingwan and the three of them entered the golden lotus, they were greeted by millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

Seeing this scene, the little girl dressed in pale yellow couldn't help but be shocked: "I didn't expect that big lotus to hide such a big place!" ”

Zhou Qingwan didn't know how to explain it so that the little guy could understand, so he had to gently rub the little girl's head and said with a smile: "So this world has never been what we see!" ”

The little girl nodded heavily, in agreement.

Chen Xuannan turned his head and smiled when he heard this: "Master Zhou's explanation is also extremely appropriate. ”

Zhou Qingdui's face was a little complicated, and he didn't speak.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xuannan stopped talking nonsense and pointed to the distance: "From here, thousands of miles away, on a mountain, there is a temple, where Shizun and your friends are waiting. ”

Zhou Qingdui looked fixedly, and sure enough, on a mountain peak far away, he vaguely saw a temple. In the end, Zhou Qingwan nodded at Chen Xuannan, indicating that he already understood.

Seeing this, Chen Xuannan no longer hesitated and turned into a golden light and flew into the distance.

Zhou Qingwan slowed down this time, and walked with his sword while looking at the mountains and rivers under his feet.

To Zhou Qingdu's surprise, the size of this lotus cave was many times larger than that of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace, and he couldn't help but feel the profound cultivation of the predecessors and sages.

I don't know what the Yin Yang Cave Heaven that was once smashed by Chen Xuannan with a punch is what kind of scene it is?

Zhou Qingdui just felt a little in this mountain and river, and he could quickly feel the huge life force in the cave sky, that is to say, just the world in front of him was already alive with an outside population of no less than the same territory.

Xiao Yue'er looked at the cities and mountains and rivers under her feet, and kept throwing a lot of questions to Zhou Qingdui along the way.

There are some questions that even Zhou Qingwan can't answer. For example, why is there no one else here who flies in the sky like them? I'm afraid this question has to be asked to the Buddhist saints sitting here to know.

Zhou Qingdui didn't notice that in a corner of the city, there was an old man who was not dressed brightly, holding a cigarette gun, spitting smoke and looking at himself walking with a sword on the sky.

For some reason, even if Zhou Qingdui didn't have to fly with all his strength here, his speed was actually much faster than that of the outside world. So it was just a short time that Zhou Qingdui followed Chen Xuannan's figure closely and landed in front of a mountain gate.

In front of the mountain gate, Chen Xuannan stepped on the ground and explained to Zhou Qingwan with a smile: "In this place, please also ask Lord Zhou to abide by the rules of this place, and walk up the mountain with me." ”

Zhou Qingwan nodded, not minding. This place is the place where the real Buddhist saints live, even if Chen Xuannan doesn't say it, Zhou Qingdui doesn't dare to swagger up the mountain without style and rules.

Even if you put aside the cultivation of Confucianism, from the eyes of the world, the saint is angry, and the world changes dramatically. This is not the kind of titular "saint" that Chen Xuannan called, if it really makes this old-timer in the mountains angry, his three brothers and the little girl next to him are afraid that it will not be easy to leave, and Mr. Ye may not be able to save him when he comes. Not to mention his own master who doesn't know where he is.

Even if these things are put aside, Zhou Qingwan is also in awe of these old-timers of the three religions from the bottom of his heart.

Walking on the mountain steps, Zhou Qingdui glanced at the little girl holding his hand, and said to Chen Xuannan: "Brother Chen, do you have some food here?" If so, please bring some, the little guy has not eaten with me for most of the day. After all, if you are not a cultivator, your body will not be able to bear it without eating. ”

Chen Xuannan frowned when he heard this, thought about it, and finally took out a cloth bag from his waist and handed it to Zhou Qingdu.

"I have two pieces of apricot blossom cake here, let the child eat to cushion the stomach first, and after going up the mountain, I will arrange someone to prepare food for the two of you."

After Zhou Qingwan took it, he took out the contents, and they were two excellent pastries in packaging. Zhou Qingdui tore off the wrapped paper, revealing a square pastry that had somehow been drawn of a bald monk.

After handing the pastry to Xiao Yue'er beside him, Zhou Qingdui looked up at Chen Xuannan.

I saw that this great Buddhist monk with a vajra physique turned his head, as if he didn't want to face it.

Zhou Qingwan smiled, probably able to understand the true meaning.

The little girl just took a bite, and a shock immediately appeared in her eyes, and then she said with a smile: "This apricot blossom cake is also too delicious, it is the most delicious apricot blossom cake that Yue'er has ever tasted!" ”

Subsequently, Xiao Yue'er pinched half of the apricot blossom cake very sensibly and handed it to Zhou Qingdu.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingdui hurriedly waved his hand to signal that he would not eat, but he couldn't help it, and the little girl had to hand it over to him.

In the end, out of desperation, Zhou Qingwan had to reluctantly eat a piece, but soon gave Chen Xuannan a thumbs up.

Show that this is really a delicacy in the world!

Seeing this, Chen Xuannan touched his bald head, and said reluctantly with a smile: "It's delicious, it's delicious." ”

After a while, Zhou Qingdui and the three of them began to walk towards the mountain again, but during this period, perhaps because Xiao Yue'er had been running with Zhou Qingdui for a day, the little girl was tired and sleepy, and she dozed off when she walked. So, for the rest of the journey, Zhou Qingdui kept carrying Xiao Yue'er on his back. The little girl lay on Zhou Qingdu's back, and no matter how bumpy, she fell asleep.

Although the mountain looked huge, it didn't take much time for the three of them to reach the temple in the mountain. The reason for this is, of course, that there are bluestone steps all the way in the mountains.

The temple is ordinary, and the plaque in front of the door only has the word "bitter Zen" that is very old. If it weren't for Chen Xuannan who told him that his master was here, Zhou Qingwan would never have imagined in his heart that this was actually the place where a great sage of Buddhism lived. However, it is also reasonable that most of the monks of the three religions actually do not like the worldly way.

Bitter Zen, Zen bitter.

At this point, Xiao Yue'er, who had slept all the way, woke up. Then Zhou Qingdui took the sleepy-eyed Xiao Yue'er's hand and followed Chen Xuannan's footsteps into the temple gate of Kuchan Temple, the twilight was dark, if it weren't for a few lights in the temple, Zhou Qingdui would probably not even be able to see the road clearly.

Walking and walking, Zhou Qingdu, who lowered his head and didn't know what to think, suddenly seemed to feel that something was blocking him. So Zhou Qingdui looked up suddenly, and saw the stone statue of a Bodhisattva or King Kong next to the steps in the courtyard, and there was a woman who couldn't see her face clearly standing in front of her, but she was staring straight at Chen Xuannan beside Zhou Qingdui.

But Zhou Qingwan seemed to vaguely feel that there seemed to be a figure behind the woman standing still, so Zhou Qingwan stepped back, turned his head to look at Chen Xuannan, who was standing in place and touching his bald head and didn't dare to look directly at the woman, and looked at the top of the steps.

Just at this indifferent glance, Zhou Qingdui saw that there was a figure lying on the stone fence behind the statue and looking at him with a smile, and there was a tall young man next to him who was leaning against the stone fence, and he also turned his head suddenly at this time.

He has been miserable and lonely. But his avenue has never been lonely, because it is always a casual blink of an eye, that is, seeing his old friend in a foreign land.

This is the gentleness of the rivers and lakes that the young man has walked through.