Blue Sky Valley, Senkoji Temple.

A few wisps of green smoke rose along the incense burner in the hall, and three finger-thick incense sticks rose.

They float into the air, higher and higher, and more ethereal.

The room was silent, except for the crisp sound of the Qianzhi gently hitting the wooden fish, there was no sound in the whole room. The boy with the wooden stick looked no more than twenty years old. With his eyes closed, the dark blue on his forehead and the top of his head are distinct, with six clear ring scars, his facial features are delicate and soft, and his lips are red, which makes people want to move away at a glance.

A white elf-like figure pushed open the lightly closed door and slipped in like a ghost.

She crept towards the young man who was reciting the words in her mouth and reciting the Buddha, as if she didn't want to disturb him.

The corners of the boy's mouth slowly raised, but his eyes were still closed.

"Hey, guess who I am!" Only a foot away from the young man, the girl in white no longer squirmed, and pounced directly, stretching out her white and slender fingers to cover the little monk's eyes.

"White girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, you're still so naughty. ”

The little monk pursed his lips and smiled, but he did not push away the girl's hand covering his eyes.

"Hmph, it's boring, how did you guess it right at a glance!" the girl in white withdrew her hand in a boring manner, looking a little unhappy.

"There's a faint scent of flowers on you, and if you smell it, it's you. The Qianzhi in the little monk's hand never stopped, and it was crisp and beautiful.

"Well, why can't I smell it?" the white girl seemed to be a little unconvinced, and looked down to smell her sleeve.

"When you enter the room of Zhilan, you don't smell its fragrance for a long time, and you don't smell its ······ when you enter the abalone." As he was talking, the little monk suddenly stopped.

"Smell what?" the white girl became curious when she saw that the monk was no longer talking.

"It smells. The monk suddenly opened his eyes, grinned, and smiled happily, revealing a mouthful of snow-white silver teeth.

The white girl was stunned for a moment, then became angry, stretched out her jade hand and went to hammer him. But how could she be willing to exert herself, so it looked like she was pushing, and the monk who was kneeling on the ground shook and shook.

"White girl, don't make trouble, I'm chanting here!"

"Chanting, chanting, you will only chant all day long, in addition to chanting, will you order anything else?" The white girl blushed, and her white and delicate skin was as smooth as jade, like a blush on it, and she looked very good-looking.

"I'm a monk, so of course I have to chant. As he spoke, the little monk put down the wooden stick in his hand and tidied up his clothes.

"Hmph, now that you know the chanting, where did you go to play two days ago? The white girl looked angry.

"Stinky monk, dead monk!"

"I'm going to see a friend in the fairy city. The little monk was not angry, but still smiled slightly.

He thought of Li Zongsheng, he hadn't seen him for many years, he had become like that, and even Wu Nian was a little surprised.

"There are also poor monks who have no thoughts, and the white girl should not forget to call the poor monk's legal name. ”

"Ha, you're still arrogant, aren't you, can't you be called a monk?

Stinky monk!" The white girl didn't give up, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue at him.

"Okay, okay, white girl, it's good if you're happy!" The monk who was kneeling and reciting was the monk who was helping Luo Song to solve problems in Qixian City a few days ago.

"Call me, little white, don't call me white girl, it's like you're calling an idiot girl, it's hard to hear. The little white girl rolled her eyes, and there were more men like Wu Nian who didn't understand the amorous feelings in this blue sky valley.

"Okay, little idiot girl. Wu Nian seemed to have knelt for too long, and stood up on his knees, reaching out to beat his back.

This blue sky valley is not because of the low terrain, on the contrary, because of its high level.

Four high mountains are connected together, and Senkoji Temple, Hanshui Temple, Wankong Temple and Jiulong Temple each occupy one mountain. They are connected so that a vacuum is created in the middle, hence the name of the Blue Sky Valley.

It's just that what is at the bottom of this valley, few people know. But there was once a legend that said that this valley was once the real one

Jiulong Temple, it was only because of something that caused the monks to quarrel that it turned into four temples.

However, it is good that the four temples face four directions, south, east, west, and north, waiting for those who come to worship them.

"Stinky Wunian, call me an idiot again Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" The little white girl glared, stepped forward, and grabbed the placket of the monk Wunian.

"Senior brother, senior brother. "Outside the house, a figure flickered on the dark yellow window paper.

He pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see the scene in front of him. Wu Nian was taller than the little white girl, but at this moment, she let her grab her clothes, and she just smiled bitterly on her face.

One of them is tall and one is short, their faces are very close to the ground, and their lips are only an inch apart, which looks very ambiguous.

"You two...... Little white donor, why did you run to the back room again. "The one who opened the door and came in was a young monk with a round and chubby face.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his mouth opened into a circle, and he subconsciously wanted to ask what you want to do, but he changed his mouth abruptly.

"No, not what you think. The little white girl was caught, and hurriedly let go of her hand, her cheeks ashamed like ripe apples.

"It's nothing, the little white donor came to blow the sand in my eyes for me. Wu Nian smiled and straightened his chest, his eyelashes curved like a crescent moon.

Although the little fat monk didn't believe his nonsense, he had to say that Senior Brother Wunian and the little white girl were indeed a good match.

It's a pity that Senior Brother Wunian is a monk, and a monk can't get married, otherwise the two of them must be a match made in heaven.

"Wufa, why did you come to me. "Wu Nian looked at the little monk who was out of his mind.

"That's right, senior brother. Only then did Wufa come back to his senses, "Do you remember what day it was?"

"Today?" Wu Nian frowned slightly, delicate and well-behaved.

"I see. He looked down at his palms and whispered.

"Yes, Master Faye, the abbot of Jiulong Temple, invites you to come over. Gobo bowed respectfully to him.

"Okay, I'll go. When Wu Nian raised his head again, a hint of resoluteness flashed in his dark and gentle eyes.

"Hey, stinky monk, where are you going?" the little white girl looked at

Wu Nian, who pushed the door away, stomped her feet on the spot angrily, and she tilted her head to look at the Enlightenment, her eyes were full of loveliness.

When has Wufa seen a woman, and at this moment, he can't stand her gaze.

"Little white donor, you often come to Qianguang Temple to worship, and you must know that among the four major temples, there are the least pilgrims who come to my Qianguang Temple!"

"Well, but what is the reason for this? I think Qianguang Temple is very good, except for the stinky monk who always ignores me. The little white girl nodded.

"This is also reluctant to Senior Brother, mainly because our Qianguang Temple has not presided over it for almost fifty years. Wufa sighed.

"Isn't it? Isn't it the host?"

"To be precise, Senior Brother Wunian is not. He was only the acting host, when the previous host died, Senior Brother Wunian was only ten years old, and Jiulong Temple wanted to annex Qianguang Temple for a long time, but the monks of Qianguang Temple did not allow it. So Qianguang Temple and the other three temples set a rule, fifty years later, Senior Brother Wunian had to participate in the test of the three temples and obtain their approval before he could officially become the presiding officer of Qianguang Temple, otherwise the presiding officer of Qianguang Temple would be inherited by the monks of Jiulong Temple. "The monk doesn't seem to like the monks of Jiulong Temple very much.

If the presiding officer of Qianguang Temple is from Jiulong Temple, then is it still necessary for it to exist?

No wonder Monk Wunian looked so unhappy, it turned out that he was burdened with such a heavy responsibility, Xiaobai was silent.

Is he really okay alone? She is not at ease, I don't know why, she is always worried, worried that something will happen to him.

"But don't worry, with the strength of Senior Brother, he will definitely succeed. Wufa's tone was extremely firm, because he believed that Wu Nian would never live up to the master's expectations.

As soon as his words fell, the white girl hurriedly pushed open the door and chased in the direction where Wu Nian left.

"Hey, little white donor, little white donor!" Wu Fa shouted at the white shadow for a long time, but her figure had long since disappeared.

Wufa shook his head, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and slowly closed the door and went out.

He knew that the little white girl liked her brother. Senior brother, you have to come on, you can't live up to the white girl's heart. He thought to himself.

Kowloon Temple, Kowloon Hall.

A statue of Buddha stood in the square, its eyes were furious, its muscles were full of knots, a string of Buddha beads hung from its chest, and its two hands were grasping a dragon with nine heads.

The dragon roared in the sky, its huge body suppressed by the giant Buddha, its triangular eyes shining with fierce light, and its fangs and claws clawed straight at the Buddha's waist, abdomen and eyes.

Legend has it that an evil dragon with nine heads was suppressed under the temple, and the Nine Dragons Temple got its name from this.

At this moment, the entrance of the Nine Dragons Hall is full of monks, including warrior monks wearing short robes and bare chests, and elders wearing yellow and red robes holding vajra Zen staffs.

There were monks in black robes babbling sutras, their heads all shaved and shining like the wooden fish in their hands.

Hanging shoulders, covering eyes, a spirit is placed around

The table with the four fruits and the candles is pacing.

On the top of the staircase sat three monks in robes, looking a little old.

The leader is dressed in a brocade orchid robe, with gold threads tattooed on it, and looks dazzling, he is the abbot of Jiulong Temple, Master Faye.

Master Faye looked to be seventy or eighty years old, his beard was gray and powerful, and he couldn't move even when the wind blew, but his old face looked a little tired.

Next to him are the presiding officers of the other two temples, Jeongdo and Gosu.

The rest of the disciples lined up in a neat line, facing the main gate of the Nine Dragons Temple.

On this day, there are no pilgrims in the Nine Dragons Temple, and all the sacrifices and all the people seem to be waiting for the arrival of one person.

A thin figure slowly climbed the stairs, he was wearing a white monk's robe, and there was an aura between his eyebrows and eyes, and every step he took made these disciples standing side by side tremble.

Because with every step he takes, they feel an invisible pressure coming at them.

"You're here. Faye spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

They've been waiting for a long time.

"I'm coming. Wu Nian stood in front of everyone, looking at the crowd like a tide, he smiled slowly.

(End of chapter)