The little monk entered the mountain, this was the first time he had entered the mountain in more than ten years.

The morning light fell on his face and at his feet.

He only felt light all around him, and occasionally a white cloud floated by, which made him feel the urge to ride the wind away.

"Bang la la la~"

Walking through a bush, the little monk did not dare to be careless, holding a knife in one hand and the hilt in the other.

He had a bell given to him by Li Ping'an around his waist.

It is said that when the wind blows, the bell will not ring.

Only when the demonic energy is sensed will the bell jingle.

Until night, the little monk did not find the so-called monster.

Night fell, and it was overcast.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the whole mountain is dead silent, without a trace of life, and it looks like it is going to rain.

Fortunately, the little monk found an old and dilapidated temple.

In the broken temple, there is a bodhisattva with a severed head.

The little monk knelt down and recited the scriptures silently.

"Amitabha."

Raindrops the size of beans fell crackling outside.

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded in his ears, followed by a blazing white light that briefly illuminated the heavens and the earth.

"Bell, bell!!"

The bell rang frantically.

The little monk folded his hands and bowed to the Bodhisattva, "Immeasurable Buddha, good, good!"

Immediately, he clenched his long knife and stood up, his eyes awe-inspiring.

Bang!

The little monk tensed the muscles of his whole body, kicked back with one leg and bent slightly, and stepped forward with his right leg in an arch shape.

Push the knife away with your thumb and place the palm of your right hand on the hilt.

"Bang!!"

The door of the temple was kicked open.

"White Horse Temple? A disciple of the White Horse Temple again? What is your legal name? ”

Rao is a sound, it is enough to make people shiver.

Appearing in the darkness was a monstrous ghost, with a dark blue body and eyes like round bells.

Four eyes, four hands, a large twisted mouth, and wearing an open gray monk's robe.

A mess of rotten flesh on his chest was exposed, and he held a purple-gold dragon staff in his hand.

The little monk was suddenly stunned and looked at this monster in a daze.

Although the appearance has long since changed, it can be distinguished by the dress and the scar on the head.

Monk..... The other party turned out to be a monk!?

"You.... You...."

The little monk was speechless for a while.

"Ah, this smell, it's human."

The monster stretched out its barbed tongue and licked the corners of its mouth.

"I'm asking you, what is your legal name..."

"Dust-free."

"Dust-free.... Then, according to your seniority, you are the apprentice of my apprentice's apprentice....."

The little monk took a deep breath and couldn't believe it.

The monster in front of you is associated with the portrait of the third-generation abbot of Hakuba-ji Temple enshrined in the temple.

"That's right, I'm the third-generation abbot of the White Horse Temple." The monster grinned, "Back then, I could have led the White Horse Temple to be reborn, but those damn bald donkeys didn't know what to do. ”

Bald donkey?

Aren't you also a bald donkey?

Sitting by the window in the White Horse Temple, Li Ping'an, who was holding tea in one hand, couldn't help but smile.

"After so many years, you have locked me up here, what you have gained, what you have paid, I am still here well.

When I kill all of you, and when this formation disappears, I can leave here......."

The monster's voice grew frantic.

The little monk maintained the posture of drawing his sword, because he had just heard about the monster that had always been the third abbot of the White Horse Temple.

So there was inevitably some horror on his face, but it was only for a moment.

The little monk held the scabbard tightly, and the knuckles of his fingers made a 'click' sound.

"The twelfth abbot of the White Horse Temple is dustless, and he is here to punish demons."

The sound of the knife unsheathed and his voice rang out at the same time.

In the next second, his left leg instantly straightened and his body protruded, and the green tendons of his right arm holding the handle of the knife stood out.

The shoulder, big arm, small arm, wrist and even fingers pulled out the knife with all their strength, and slashed out horizontally, like a dazzling flash of light.

The monster wields the Purple Gold Disc Dragon Staff.

"Boom!!"

The sound of a fierce collision sounded.

"It's hard." The little monk said in his heart, the other party's skin was as hard as a piece of iron.

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky, illuminating the terrifying grimace.

"Bell, bell!!"

The sword light is cold, and the sound of gold and iron adds a bit of horror to the night, which is creepy.

The little monk's attacks were all stopped by the monster, and even if they hit, the sword light could only leave deep scratches on it, but it could not cut it off.

Neither side is on the same level of strength or speed.

After exchanging a few moves, the little monk was slammed into a tree in the rain by a huge force.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Rain cats and dogs.

The little monk didn't care about the physical pain, and took advantage of the situation to stand up again.

The monster swung the purple gold disc dragon staff and smashed it down on the little monk, but was sensitively dodged by the other party.

"Little monk, you are really good, why don't you walk with me."

In response to him was the little monk's quadruple strike.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

Fierce sparks kept colliding out, wave after wave, blowing rain all over the place.

The little monk is still a mortal in the flesh, and his physical strength is gradually exhausted.

was seized by the other party, and a purple gold disc dragon staff hit him on the back.

The little monk snorted, and he gasped in pain.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, a dark shadow appeared in front of him several feet away.

A kick swept out, and a "poof" swept over his shin.

The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled out again.

The figure flickered, his mind blank, and his head was dizzy.

It's like having a nightmare, but I can't wake up.

The body fell, and all kinds of illusions passed by in a hurry.

Suddenly, the sound of cicadas rang out.

He opened his eyes and listened to the sound of rain falling outside the window, and listened to the even snoring of his senior brother as he slept.

Master walked in with a lantern.

"Sleep."

"Hmm."

The little monk closed his eyes and pondered, listening attentively.

The sound of cicadas did not stop, and suddenly he stood up, but the picture of his memory blurred again.

The figure of the master and brother is far away, and the residual dream flows on the back with the rain.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of stars seemed to be in turmoil.

The river is flowing, the knife is dancing, stepping on the Tiangang step, and there are words in the mouth.

Suddenly, the little monk opened his eyes.

A spiritual aura emanated from his eyes, and finally turned into a spiritual map, spreading out in midair.

He raised his hand, as if an electric current was passing through it.

The arc of electricity drew a graceful arc in the void, and when the light was extinguished, only a drop of blood was seen dripping from the tip of the knife.

A red line on the monster's neck slowly turned bright red.

The little monk smiled.

The mission of the White Horse Temple for a hundred years has finally been completed in his generation.

The rain fell on his face and slid down his cheeks.

The little monk clasped his hands together, "Master, senior brother, I did it." ”

After reading it again, he said again.

"My Buddha blesses, the twelfth abbot of the White Horse Temple lives up to expectations and succeeds in eliminating demons."

White Horse Temple.

Li Ping'an buckled the teacup, and the rain passed and the sky was clear.

...............

Half a month later.

The little monk had recovered from his injuries, and he packed his bags.

After saying goodbye to the master and the senior brother's spirit card, he decided to go down the mountain.

"Where are you going?" Li Ping'an asked.

"Go anywhere." The little monk said what Li Ping'an said when he first arrived at the White Horse Temple.

Li Ping'an smiled.

"Sir, the mountain road is difficult, if you go down the mountain, the little monk will send you."

The little monk refers to Li Ping'an's eyes, Li Ping'an always looks weak on weekdays.

Although he taught himself how to use a knife, he never used a knife.

The little monk thought that he was weak and weak, and now although the monsters have been eliminated, there are many tigers and beasts in the mountains.

"No, I want to stay here a few more days, so you can leave."

The little monk stayed for another day uneasily, and finally left the White Horse Temple under the persuasion of Li Ping'an.

"Goodbye, sir!"

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu waved their hands.

In the forest behind the White Horse Temple.

Li Ping'an rode the ox and walked over slowly.

"The feng shui here is not good, it is suitable for raising ghosts, and the pattern needs to be changed."

"Moo!"

Li Ping'an pulled out his staff knife and silently cut through the air.

In an instant, a large mountain was running through not far away.

"Boom ——!!"

The mountains are slowly falling.

(The quality of the flight attendants on this plane is so high, there are a lot of things, write a little more diary tomorrow)