After Chen Zhenting shook his head and smiled bitterly as he spoke, he immediately took out a broken tooth from his arms for Zhao Weiming to check. Although Zhao Weiming had to believe it, he didn't dare to believe it all. had to say a few perfunctory words before hurriedly saying goodbye and leaving. All the way forward, before you know it, night has fallen. Listening to the melodious bell from afar, calculating the footsteps, the place where I am should be Gusu ground, which should be the bell of Hanshan Temple. I remember that the last time I went to Hanshan Temple was more than ten years ago, but the old abbot in the temple was enthusiastic and talkative, but it was like yesterday. Looking at the vast night, Zhao Weiming's mood also swelled inexplicably.

Thoughts together, when even if you decide to revisit the old place. But when I arrived at the temple, I found that the scenery in the temple was still the same, the old abbot was still strong, and he was still enthusiastic and talkative about Zhao Weiming, the old man. It's just that the little novice who served tea has now grown into a monk who has fully received bhikshu ordination. Although he was in his prime, his eyes still sparkled, and he hid. After the tea was served, he bowed his head and left. It's the same as it was more than a decade ago.

Seeing that it was not too early, and without further explanation, the old host arranged for Zhao Weiming to rest in the guest room. After the old host left, Zhao Weiming remembered the words of the Huashan faction that Chen Zhenting said, and he really couldn't believe that Yue Zhi, who was known as a chivalrous man, could become so domineering. The Zen Monastery was quiet in the middle of the night, but Zhao Weiming's mind was reminding him over and over again of the flying scene of the Huashan Sect's disciples he had seen in Jiangzhou City today, and then thinking of Yue Zhi's proposal of the Righteous Path Alliance, could it really be that people's hearts were unpredictable? It seemed that he could only wait until he met the Master Ancestor Lingxu Dao Master to ask for clarification. Tossing and turning all night, almost sleepless. It wasn't until the third watch passed that suddenly, a slight abnormal noise made Zhao Weiming immediately alert. Gently pushed open a crack in the door, but saw a monk tiptoeing out of the monk's room not far away.

"What kind of person is this?, what does he want to do in the middle of the night?" Zhao Weiming was suspicious for a while. By the bright moonlight, he saw that it was the monk who had served tea before! Because Zhao Weiming had always been suspicious of him, and now he saw that he was so sneaky in the middle of the night, he thought that he must have something unspeakable, so he hid in the dark and observed carefully. But the monk did not stay in the courtyard for long, only looked around a little, and then performed light exercises and went over the wall. "In the middle of the night, a monk is not staying in the temple, where is this going?" Zhao Weiming said in his heart. There must be oddities. Without much hesitation, Zhao Weiming immediately unfolded his body and followed.

After traveling more than ten miles all the way out of Hanshan Temple, the monk stopped in an open place in a forest. So, Zhao Weiming also followed, found a secret place, and hid in the dark to watch. I saw that the monk only looked around slightly, and then took out a long sword and danced. The sword is like a dragon, but the moves are extremely strange. Although the Wudang faction is good at swordsmanship, Zhao Weiming has been watching it for a long time and has not been able to see the clues. There is such a supreme master hidden in this wilderness temple!' Zhao Weiming said secretly. But the monk seemed to be more and more interested in practicing, and his sword momentum changed from elegant and light to as fast as lightning and stormy. In a short time, more than a dozen large trees in the front position that were swept by his sword qi were flattened and cut off. 'Oh, it's not good!' Zhao Weiming thought secretly. In this way, it will not be long before even his hiding place will be revealed. But fortunately, the sky was already slightly bright, and the monk looked at the sky, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then put away his sword and left. After returning to Hanshan Temple, it happened that the old host had already gotten up and was preparing for the morning class. So, Zhao Weiming immediately asked him about the origin of the monk. After thinking for a moment, the old abbot said, "He came to the temple one day more than ten years ago. He said that he was killed by robbers on his way home with his family, and that he had nothing else to ask for but to be provided with a shelter in the temple. The monks were compassionate, and when they saw that he was indeed lonely. Therefore, before he thought about it, he gave him the Dharma name 'Mingxin' and lived in the temple. ’

'Is there anything unusual about this 'Mingxin' on weekdays?' Zhao Weiming then asked. Nothing unusual was found. This 'clear mind' is usually silent and likes to be alone, so other things are unknown. The old abbot smiled bitterly. Seeing that he really couldn't ask anything, and he was anxious to go back to Wudang Mountain to ask the elders of the sect to verify the merger of the Huashan faction and Yue Zhi with the six major factions, Zhao Weiming said goodbye to the old abbot, and then left Hanshan Temple in a hurry.

Who knows, just after walking a short distance, he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him. When I glanced to the side, I saw a group of sturdy men galloping on tall horses. A rough count shows that there are dozens of people. The man riding on the front horse seemed to have something in his arms. If you look closely, it is a humanoid object wrapped in white cloth. But no matter how bumpy the road was, the humanoid thing remained motionless. When I looked at it with all my might, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly a human foot that had turned the color of loess was revealed. Ahh

It stands to reason that the deceased should be buried as soon as possible, but what are they going to do with a corpse in the early morning? Zhao Weiming was quite puzzled. Just as he was thinking about it, there was another rapid sound of horses' hooves, and several men galloped to the scene. Zhao Weiming took a look, couldn't it be the few Huashan Sect disciples he saw in Jiangzhou City yesterday? Thinking of being separated from the elders of the sect for a few years, and leaving in a hurry last time, Zhao Weiming decided to buy some gifts to take with him. But I entered the city of Gusu and walked around all morning, because I had little money left, and I didn't buy what I liked.

While he was hesitating, suddenly a man stepped forward to bow down and offered the thing in his hand. Zhao Weiming saw that it was none other than his registered disciple Murong Bo! The thing he offered was also the 'Huangshan Silver Quill' that he had just looked at for a long time, but could not buy because he was shy in his pocket. At that moment, Zhao Weiming subconsciously took the tea, picked up Murong Bo and asked, "Why are you here?" Murong Bo said angrily. After a pause, Murong Bo said again, "Shicai, I thought I was dazzled at first when I saw you wandering around the market, but when I saw you negotiating with the shopkeeper in front of the tea shop, I was sure that I was not mistaken. Seeing that you liked this tea very much, I specially bought it to honor Master. ''So, you're going to spend a lot of money,' Zhao Weiming said with a smile on his head. Seeing that it was almost noon, Murong Bo invited Zhao Weiming into a rather grand restaurant for dinner.