The sky was slightly white, and the mountain road that had just rained was muddy, and a young man wrapped in plain gray clothes and seemingly with fresh hair on his head was dragging a long wooden stretcher.

On the stretcher, a young man in Tsing Yi, with a small white sword in his hand, and grass in his mouth, looked around lazily, complaining about the bumps in the road from time to time.

"Has anyone ever said that you are not suitable for using a knife?" said the young man in Tsing Yi pretending to be an old man, and glanced slightly at the gray-clothed young man in front of him.

The gray-clothed young man shook his head, not paying attention to the words of the young man behind him, just wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand and looking up at the road in the distance.

"But you have a good knife. There was no answer, and the young man in Tsing Yi on the stretcher said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Qingyun's eyes brightened slightly, and he always felt that every time he swung the knife, the black Pu Dao could always understand his thoughts, and he never dragged his mind when he came out of the knife. It must be a good sword, although it comes from the mouth of a young man with a sword.

"Little monk Qingyun, can't you talk to Uncle Ben? You have to know that Uncle Ben is the future swordsman, the kind that is famous all over the world. The young man in Tsing Yi looked at Qingyun who was still speechless, and said bitterly, but as soon as he finished speaking, the pain in his chest made the young man in Tsing Yi cough violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Qingyun hurriedly stopped his steps, turned around quickly, flattened the rough stretcher, took out the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to the young man, and gently patted the young man's back.

The young man who was originally coughing violently looked at the wine gourd, his eyes lit up slightly, he forcibly swallowed, took the wine gourd, poured it into his mouth like a cow, and after drinking a few big mouthfuls, he exhaled a long breath.

"Don't shoot anymore, don't cough up blood again. The young man in Tsing Yi helplessly looked at Qingyun who was covered with beads of sweat on his face, but he patted his back seriously, and said lightly.

The ordinary Qingyun in front of him really surprised the young man in Tsing Yi. Originally, he went down the mountain to repay the kindness of the Shushan Sword Sect, to be exact, the kindness of the Sword Sect Sanniang.

It's just that after going down the mountain, I met a little girl in white. The little girl was clever and cute, and said that she wanted to ask herself for help. Although he is not a bad person, he is not a bad person.

rejected the little girl, but the little girl was full of pity, and from time to time she rummaged through a simple sword scripture in front of her. After glancing at the Sword Sutra, the young man had no choice but to agree to the little girl.

Just because that sword scripture is the second half of the Shushan Sword Sect Zhenzong Sword Sutra "Demon Extermination".

Growing up in Shushan since I was a child, I have already learned the first half of "Demon Slayer", but I have never seen the second half. The Shushan Sword Sect has stood in Shushan for nearly 10,000 years, and the reason is indispensable to the credit of this sword scripture.

After listening carefully to the description of the little girl, I thought it was an ordinary secret protection. Now it seems that it is indeed very dangerous, so dangerous that he almost died.

The young man in Tsing Yi was never afraid of dying, but he was afraid that he would not have time to repay the kindness of the three ladies of the Sword Sect.

Such a fragile young man, if he uses his own sword, he is afraid that he will not need three moves to end Qingyun's life. It's just that such a fragile teenager ran away from Wei Liu, and even saved himself, how not to surprise the young man in Tsing Yi.

"You have to be patient, there seems to be a temple in front of us, and we will go in and rest in a while, and find something to eat by the way. Qingyun looked up into the distance again and said to the young man in Tsing Yi.

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded lightly, and then said with a slightly bitter face: "Can you see some meat, let's go for three days, every day is wild vegetable soup, I can't see the shadow of meat at all, I almost forgot what meat tastes like." ”

Qingyun's brows furrowed slightly, and finally he slowly stretched out and hummed softly. The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to have heard it wrong, and asked cautiously, "Agreed?"

Qingyun hummed again, and walked quickly towards the mountain temple with a stretcher on his back.

Most of the temples on the mountain are dedicated to the local land lords, or the gods and goddesses in the vicinity. They are all the surrounding people praying for good fortune from the land lord, or some rich and noble families accumulate good deeds and create immortal temples.

It's just that this temple is quite strange, and there are no villages and towns within a hundred miles of the temple.

The temple is in dilapidation, and the plaque hanging on it has long since disappeared. The red vermilion door has long faded, and the mottled white log pattern adds a bit of charm. The door couplets on both sides of the Zhu Gate are carved in bluestone, and the wind and rain invade, but the words on it can also be distinguished. On the left side it is written that the white bird forgets the machine, let the clouds in the forest go to the clouds, and the clouds come and go; on the right side it is written that the green mountains are speechless, watching the flowers bloom and fall in the world, and the flowers fall and bloom. With a bit of Zen machine, it seems to be extremely popular.

At this time, there were four people sitting in the temple. In the upper left of the house sat a man and a woman, brother and sister. The man's face was hideous, his feet were strangely floating in the air, he was dressed in purple and black clothes, and he held two moon-shaped scimitars in his hands;

At the bottom right of the door, an elderly monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes is neatly dressed, but it is a little old, and his hair has been washed white and faded. With a rosary in his hand and a slight squint of his eyes, he looked at the Buddha statue in the temple. It's just that the old monk didn't have a respectful look on his face, and a cloud of evil aura faintly surrounded the Buddha beads. The monk wore a wooden sword from his waist, short and delicate, with intricate runes flowing on it.

At the top right of the door is a young scholar, dressed in a light blue robe. The scholar had a delicate face, clear eyes, and a yellowed scroll in his hand, carrying a gray bookbasket behind him.

Qingyun dragged the young man in Tsing Yi slowly to the temple gate. Just came to the temple gate, Qingyun stopped, frowned slightly and looked at the kind monk in front of him, and a heavy disgust rose inexplicably in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the scholar inside, although the scholar was thin, Qingyun still felt that the scholar in front of him was full of rivers and seas, and his cultivation was profound.

The pair of brothers and sisters inside, Qingyun couldn't see the depth, just thinking about the way along, the more ordinary things became, the more demonic they became, in the words of the young man in Tsing Yi, this is called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Qingyun hesitated slightly, thinking about whether to go in. The young man in Tsing Yi behind him pushed Qingyun and said impatiently: "Hurry in, I didn't see that the sun was about to scorch people." ”

Qingyun was helpless, thinking that the master behind him was not an ordinary one, and his eyesight must be much better than his own.

No longer hesitating, Qingyun sat at the bottom of the left side of the door with the young man in Tsing Yi on his back, cleaned up, looked at the sun that was almost in the air, and prepared to make a fire to cook.

There are many dilapidated tables and chairs in the temple, rotting and insects, which have long been dilapidated. There was just a large water tank on the left side near the door, which was filled with clear water, and there were several clay pots next to it.

Qingyun skillfully lit the fire, set up the crockpot, and hesitated again. The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at the wooden but simple young man in front of him, and said helplessly, "I want to eat meat." ”

Just glanced at the Buddha statue in the temple, the young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly folded his hands, bowed slightly, and said seriously: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left in his heart, the Buddha is not strange, Amitabha." ”

The expressions of the people next to him were different, the vulgar man was full of disdain, the woman with a light veil smiled softly, the scholar muttered a kindness, and the kind monk raised his eyes slightly, and he no longer cared.

Qingyun was expressionless, but he got up and walked towards the outside of the temple, and after a while, there were two more fat mountain rabbits in his hands. After cleaning up, Qingyun took out the coarse salt seasoning he had prepared when he left from his pocket, and sprinkled it slightly on the mountain rabbit on the flame, and soon the fragrance of roasted mountain rabbit overflowed the entire temple.

The blazing sun was gone, and the mountain wind seemed to take advantage of the void to enter, carrying this dark cloud, which instantly enveloped the entire temple, and it didn't take long for a light rain to fall in the sky.

As if he was hungry, the young man in Tsing Yi had long forgotten his weak body, and stared at the roast rabbit in front of him by the firelight. Soon the roast rabbit turned golden, and the young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly pulled down a rabbit leg and feasted on it.

The hideous man in front kept wiping his saliva, and his eyes rolled slightly on his hideous face, so he got up and came to the fire, took out a jar of wine from behind him, handed it to Qingyun and said, "How about I change my wine for you for a rabbit?"

"Half one. Although the young man in Tsing Yi next to him was full of oil, he said loudly.

The hideous-looking man's face was slightly gloomy, and he was about to get angry, but the beautiful woman next to him hurriedly rushed forward and said with a smile: "Brother, two people in the family have two rabbits, and it's good to be able to give us half of them." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to the young man in Tsing Yi and said, "Young man, do you share it or do we take it ourselves?"

The young man in Tsing Yi looked up at the woman in pink and muttered, "What a handsome beauty, go by yourself." ”

The hideous-looking man's hands were bulging, and a cloud of anger went straight to his face. Fortunately, the woman in pink briskly left half of the rabbit, smiled and thanked her, and pulled the hideous man to the same place.

The handsome scholar saw that half of the rabbits were missing, and said to the young man in Tsing Yi with a slightly bitter face: "Xiaosheng is in a hurry when he goes out, and he doesn't bring any money, can the two teenagers owe me half of them on credit for the time being?"

When the young man in Tsing Yi heard this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said softly, "Want to eat white food?"

When the scholar heard this, his face instantly became nervous, and he took a few steps back and begged for mercy and said, "Don't dare, don't dare, Xiaosheng don't dare." It's just that he is really hungry and has no money or food. ”

Qingyun gently took off the other half of the roast rabbit and handed it to the scholar. The scholar's face was slightly happy, he looked at the fat half of the roast rabbit, and then looked at the hideous man and the young man in Tsing Yi who frowned slightly next to him, gently pulled off a rabbit leg, and thanked him repeatedly: "These are enough, thank you." ”

After speaking, the scholar quickly returned to his original place, ignoring the scholar's elegant etiquette, and devoured it.

The kind-eyed monk next to him got up slowly, but he didn't walk towards the fire, and said to the young man in Tsing Yi: "How about I exchange one thing for your remaining rabbit meat?"

The young man in Tsing Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully looked at the monk in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Monks can also eat meat?"

The kind monk did not answer, and still looked at the young man in Tsing Yi with kind eyes.

The young man in Tsing Yi shook his body, shook off the minced flesh on his body, touched the oil on his hand, and said with a smile: "But what kind of baby?"

"Do you think you two are precious in your life?" said the kind-faced monk with an interested smile.

The young man in Tsing Yi frowned again, and said to himself: "Murder for money?"

The kind-eyed monk laughed loudly and said disdainfully: "Two ant-like figures, where is it worth the hands of the poor monks." It's just that there will be a fierce battle in a while, how about the poor monk save your two lives?"

The young man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at Qingyun, who was immersed in gnawing on barbecue, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, it is a wine and meat monk." He patted Qingyun's shoulder lightly and whispered, "Have you eaten enough?"

Qingyun looked up at the young man in Tsing Yi, wiped his hands lightly, and nodded, but there was not much barbecue left on the ground.

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at it and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, our little lives will be under the protection of your old man." ”

After speaking, he pulled Qingyun and walked back a few steps, and the kind-eyed monk looked at the barbecue on the ground, snorted coldly, waved his big hand, grabbed it in his hand and gnawed it.