At the dock, the rescued woman and her family meet.

The excited and happy woman felt something, looked back at the dock and did not see the boat, raised her eyes and looked into the distance, the small figure rowed the boat carrying the bow of the boat and isolated the girl and disappeared into the white fog on the river, as if she had never appeared in this world......

"The same world is not fateful, and there is a fate to meet again. ”

Bai Yujun muttered, the mist was far away, and the iron ball singing fishing songs was still so ugly and harsh.

In the gentle waters, pangolins rowed and played in the water, and the turbulent river directly caught a few fish spirits and water monsters to pull the boat, even if they were injured, they could also use their momentum to scare the water monsters to work, so some fishing villages on both sides of the river were rumored to have female ghosts and envoys to pull the boat and move quickly, traveling hundreds of miles a day, and the water mist was not visible.

The scenery along the way is very good, but unfortunately the cough and chest pain cannot be played on the flute.

Life is like a journey of different lengths, don't miss the scenery along the way in a hurry, how many times can you have leisure in this life, the only thing you can do is to remember the beauty of the road before reaching the end.

Night fishing village stay, but see the spectacular wind and smoke painting axis.

There are scenery and harassment on the road, and the river has the rules of the river, of course, you don't need to care if it's not a human being.

There are sailors robbing passing ships to make money, small boats swaying through the chaotic waters that are busy boarding or resisting, too lazy to take care of this unique custom that cannot be quit for thousands of years, people who fall into the water struggle to grab the side of small wooden boats for help, iron balls will wave their oars very seriously to beat people away, and it is good to have time to swim to the shore.

There are water bandits who are tempted by the appearance of the girl on the bow of the boat and want to rob people, and in the end they don't know how to die, and there are many floating corpses on the river.

One day.

Walking to a riverside county, Bai Yujun suddenly remembered an old acquaintance that was not very far from here.

"Iron Ball, let's go ashore. ”

"What to do with the ship......"

"Ahem...... Push the river and go with the flow, this is more poetic. ”

"Oh. ”

The small wooden boat gradually drifted away with the current, and on the shore, a large and a small figure walked away, and a pangolin who was used to rowing looked back at the wooden boat with a little reluctance, and the feeling on the river was really interesting.

Iron Ball still prefers land and mountains and forests, because there are ants to eat.

"Boss, where are we going now, it doesn't seem to be this direction in the Southern Wilderness. ”

"Ahem~ Go see an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and I don't know if I'm dead, human beings always die at every turn. ”

Occasionally passing through villages and towns, you will buy some food and supplies, or steal money from a beautiful gentleman.

Walking through the bamboo forest, I saw a familiar lotus pond.

When I left Nanhuang, I felt that I was waiting for the destiny of heaven to rest here, lie down in the lotus pond and fall asleep, and still fish by the pool, and it has been a hundred years since I was in a trance.

Looking at the green bamboo sea and mountains in the distance, there is a temple on the mountain, a different temple.

"Ahem...... Mountain. ”

Bamboo forest moss path, mountain spring stone tripod flying clouds.

The path is slightly widened, the stone slabs are covered with thick bamboo leaves, the wind blows the bamboo sea rustling and the sound is pleasant, I don't know if the Zhuquan Temple is still there after so many years, whether the pair of strange masters and apprentices rebuild the broken temple that is about to collapse, they ...... Are you still alive?

Walking through the green bamboo forest path, turning a few corners, I saw that the original crumbling temple was renewed, although there is no kind of golden glazed tiles and expensive wood, but there is an artistic conception that is free from the smell of copper, it looks very comfortable at a glance, and that special feeling can not be done with expensive materials.

The gate has been rebuilt, so you won't kill anyone, and you won't have to climb over the wall to get in.

There is a knock on the door, a knock on the door.

No one responded for a long time......

Bai Yujun smiled, turned around and walked towards the broken vegetable field next to the temple.

When he saw the three figures in the vegetable field, Bai Yujun almost didn't cough up the snake gallbladder......

"I'm Nima! It's normal that the big snake isn't dead, why aren't you two dead? It's been hundreds of years? Old Huixian, have you become a monster? Do you dare to die and show me!"

Repeatedly confirmed that the three people in the vegetable field were not ghosts, but living beings.

A little boy with fangs in his mouth squatted on the ground and was busy devouring mice, judging from the smell, it was the snake spirit that gave the old virtuous protector back then, yes, and finally transformed after many years, but it was not complete.

Xiao Shi is still the same child as he was back then, tired and tired of carrying water and watering vegetables, he is Shixin, which is acceptable.

The question is, why is Lao Huixian not dead? You are an old monk who has lived for almost 100 years, how can you live endlessly and not die? Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law?

Xiao Shi was stunned, and Lao Huixian was a little stunned if there were not a few teeth left.

The little boy in the form of a large snake is struggling to spit out a mouse that has swallowed half of his mouth, and the snake has a habit of spitting out undigested prey when encountering certain special situations.

"White Tiger, you're not dead! Great!" the little stone threw down the bucket and ran over.

"I knew you monster wouldn't die. "Old Huixian's old face smiled like a wild chrysanthemum blooming brilliantly in the field.

The snake spirit couldn't speak, but he handed the mouse he had just spit out to the big guy very realistically.

Iron Ball was not interested in humans, he was seriously pondering the rats that the snake spirit spit out, and he couldn't figure out what was delicious about this thing, and he was covered in hair and blood.

The quiet Zhuquan Temple is lively and lively.

Bai Yujun was amazed after carefully observing Huixian, this old chrysanthemum actually found his own path of cultivation, or he was his Buddha, no wonder there was a snake spirit to protect his cultivation back then, and it was really a bit level, and the snake spirit also earned enough benefits to improve his cultivation because of protecting Lao Huixian, and he knew that his future was immeasurable.

Lao Huixian carefully looked through the medicine book to help Bai Yujun treat his injuries, and no effect was better than nothing.

"Lord Bai, you must be auspicious...... Snake Heavenly Phase, wait for me to read a scripture and pray for you. ”

Bai Yujun grabbed the old monk and scolded angrily.

"Old boy, you want to kill me, right? Is it really a blessing to recite Buddhist scriptures to a monster? Do you want me to send you a mouthful of venom to see if it can poison you?"

"Hehe, unexpected ......"

On the other side, the little snake boy quickly swallowed the mouse in one gulp.

In the temple, Bai Yujun found that the things were very old, not at all like those famous temples, the incense was prosperous, the good men and women were endless, and the tourists were weaving, and only rats and bamboo rats would come to visit the door.

"It's so deserted here, ahem...... Have you been living like this all along?"

Old Hye-hyun sighed.

"Alas, everyone says that immortality is good, but when there are really people who live forever, they will say that it is a demon and a monster, my Zhuquan Temple has become a famous ghost temple nearby, and the villagers are afraid of me and the little stone, and then I simply stopped interacting with the mountains to seek a quiet, and the days are more bitter but also conducive to practice. ”

Now they all understand that it is the people outside the mountain who see that the two monks are not old and immortal, and they think that they are demons and monsters who dare not approach, and over time they can only forget each other and live their own lives.

How to say, the people under the mountain missed a true Buddha, and life is like this.

Outside the hall, the snake spirit was very generous to give a small stone and an iron ball each a fresh mouse...... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Asks Immortals", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~