Northwest Xuanyu,

This is a desert of uninhabited yellow sand, the wind and sand sweep this desolate place where only scarce and withered yellow weeds exist, and above the sky is a dazzling and blazing sun, a lizard in the dust quietly peeks out and looks, and quickly crawls elsewhere into the sand, as if it does not want to stay here.

And in the desert at this time,

A young monk in a ragged robe with a walking stick in his hand, against the oncoming wind and sand, walked forward with difficulty, leaving a line of footprints behind him, only to be quickly covered by the wind-blown yellow sand and disappear.

The young monk came from the Eastern Earth Divine Continent and walked here for more than ten years by begging for thousands of miles, and no one knew why this high monk who had gained a lot from the Zen machine in the Eastern Earth Divine Continent went to this desolate place.

Only you know that it is one thing to understand thoroughly, it is one thing to understand thoroughly, it is another thing to cross oneself, and it is another thing to cross the world, and it is not enough to use one's current Dharma, far from enough......

The world laughed at this young monk for not being able to do his best, and some people persuaded him that no one had ever been to the Northwest Xuan Domain, so why bother to be persistent? Some people even laughed and laughed, "If you don't stay in your own house well, you have to go outside to be an ascetic?"

Chen Xuanzang stopped and raised his head, holding the walking stick with one hand, and holding his face with the other hand to look at the scorching sun through the gap between his fingers, the dazzling light made him have to squint, and the burning desert under his feet made him feel hot.

The young monk withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, his lips that were so dry that they cracked, and felt the heat in his throat again, knowing in his heart that he was dehydrated, and that he was badly dehydrated.

Shaking his head, the young monk looked to the northwest again, and there was nothing else in the desert of yellow sand as far as the eye could see.

But his eyes were unwavering, because at the end of that place, there was something that he had been searching for all his life, the eight sutras, the eight sutras that no one knew about the ethereal eight, the Mahayana Buddhism.

The young monk smiled softly, and then continued to raise his feet and walk forward, which was the desert in the northwest direction.

Perhaps, he will die in that desert reduced to yellow sand. But this road is at my feet, whether I can walk or not, whether I go or not in my heart. I don't go to hell, who does.

——

Everywhere in the world,

In a town called "Liuwu", there is an ancient covered bridge that has gone through vicissitudes, and the willows are still on the side of the bridge.

At this time, the sky was drizzling, and people coming and going by the bridge were holding oil-paper umbrellas and walking forward.

"Let's... Borrow it!!"

At this moment, an urgent shout sounded from the crowd on the bridge, and then a weak scholar in a long robe squeezed through the crowd, causing a frown from those around him, but he did not reprimand when he saw that he was already soaking wet.

The scholar in the long shirt bent down to cover the rain with his hand, and ran forward quickly with a bag of medicine in his other hand, he raised his head and glanced at the gray sky that was dripping with a light rain, and felt a little helpless, originally thinking that he would go out today to buy some medicine for his mother and go back to suffer, who would have thought that it would rain just halfway through.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the scholar bumped into a soft figure, and with a slight, his feet slid down, and he fell to the ground in pain, and at the same time, a soft moan came from the opposite side.

He hurriedly sat up, and when he saw that his robe was already covered with dirt, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and was momentarily dumbfounded when he looked at the other side.

I saw a slender white figure holding an umbrella in his hand, bending down to pick up the medicine bag that had fallen on the ground, and then walked to the scholar who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

The woman's eyes are demure, her eyes are looking back, her face has never been powdered, her green hair is scattered around her waist, and she is wearing a white robe, which is better than any landscape ink painting that the scholar has ever seen, like a fairy who walks out of a book and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The woman in white came to the scholar with an umbrella, saw him sitting on the ground stupidly, smiled slightly and said softly, "Fang is the little woman, please ask the son to get up to avoid the cold in his wet clothes." ”

Hearing this, the scholar hurriedly stood up, lowered his head and squeezed out a sentence with a flushed face, "In... It's okay, just now... It's not right to be a child, and please don't be angry. ”

It's no wonder that the scholar is so nervous, he has never spoken to a woman on weekdays, and the girl in front of him is as beautiful as a fairy, so he is afraid that he will surprise the beauty.

The woman in white smiled but said nothing, the umbrella in her hand tilted past to cover the weak scholar, the rain that fell down the oil paper umbrella dripped downstream, she handed the medicine bag she had just picked up to the scholar and said softly, "Childe, don't forget this." ”

Seeing the medicine bag handed by the woman in white, the scholar suddenly woke up, his mother was still waiting for the medicine!

He hurriedly jumped over the woman and ran to the bridge, and suddenly turned around and mustered up the courage to shout at the woman, "Girl! Xiaosheng took the liberty of asking if you could tell Fang Ming! My name is Xu Xuan!"

Hearing this, the woman in white was not annoyed, covered her mouth and smiled and told truthfully, "The little woman's name is Bai Su, and she has seen Xu Gongzi. ”

The weak scholar who called himself Xu Xuan looked at the white figure holding an umbrella on the bridge stupidly, and suddenly felt that this drizzle was so wonderful.

He waved goodbye to the woman in white and ran in the direction of his home.

Since the smoke and rain fall into the world, the broken bridge of the West Lake is so I fell in love at first sight.

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Han Dynasty,

A hundred miles away from the capital, there is a village with a Qinshui River in front of it, and a small river temple on the bank of the river.

It is said that the river temple is actually not much bigger than the small god mansion of the land, and when the people of this village pass by here, they will carry fine incense and light it and worship it.

It is said that this small river god is recorded in the pedigree of the famous god canonized by the dynasty, and it is also a well-known "little fairy" in ten miles and eight towns.

Since ancient times, go up the mountain to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and the matter of petitioning and repaying the wish is to believe in the men and women to worship, and there is a land temple under the mountain, and the river temple is said.

The land temple is in charge of a region, and the river god is divided into rivers and small streams, the big river is the river god, and the small stream is the "river woman".

Today, for some reason, a large group of people gathered here, their faces full of indignation, and their mouths swearing.

There were even people with dicks in their hands, or hammers, or hoes, and the only thing that was the same was that they were all staring at the small river god's mansion on the bank.

Someone scolded sadly and angrily, "Bah! Return the river god, I see how it is different from the river demon?

After saying that, he spat in front of the mansion, as if he felt still angry, and held the hammer in his hand and smashed a corner.

Some people also said out loud, "Could it really be that it is not about the little fairy?"

As soon as they heard this, someone immediately retorted, "What kind of monster?! Why didn't this happen in the village in the past? A few days ago, I saw that the clay statue of the river god was bleeding! It was clearly a man-eating goblin!"

The people around nodded, they did see the clay statue on this small mansion oozing blood these days, and the slender blood streaks on the clay statue were terrifying!

In fact, all the reasons for this period have been terrifying and strange things in the village, first a few children in the village have disappeared, and then I don't know who said that they saw the rumors that the river god went ashore to eat people in the middle of the night, and finally this "river god" has become what people call the "river demon".

It has always been the most worldly and the most condemning, and there is a way to say that a good word is warm in three winters, and bad words are hurtful and cold in June.

What no one noticed was that behind them was a cute little figure in a belly pocket sitting by the river, holding his chin with his hands and swaying in the water like white lotus roots.

After seeing his appearance clearly, he will find that this little man looks exactly the same as the mud statue of the river god's mansion, and Hao Ran is the little fairy.

It's just that the little river god's face at this time is sad, and his head is drooping. It really wanted to tell the villagers that it didn't eat those dolls, it only ate those incense essences and didn't hurt people.

On the other side of the crowd, I don't know who smashed the mansion first, and then everyone stepped forward to destroy it, as if they used all their unvented anger to smash this mansion as small as a land temple.

The little man wearing a red belly pocket suddenly began to flicker with light, and then flickered and dimmed, which was a sign of damage to the golden body, if he lost this golden body, he would no longer be able to absorb those incense essences in the future.

The more the villain thought about it, the more sad and aggrieved he felt, stretched out his fleshy little hand and wiped his tears, when God doesn't drip at all on weekdays, I still go to pray for rain for you, if it weren't for the fact that I was on the list of the Han Dynasty, those guys on the mountain would not have paid attention to you......

It couldn't understand how these people, who looked quite kind on weekdays, were not reasonable at all.

At this moment, with a click, the small mansion was completely shattered, and the light on the little guy's body disappeared completely.

When everyone left, they scolded and scolded, and they "contributed" a lot to the star.

A white-clothed figure appeared beside the little guy by the river, a handsome man wearing a white flowing cloud robe and a silver bell earring on his left ear, just like the little guy in front of him who was only wearing a red belly pocket, mortals could not see his figure with the naked eye.

The handsome man squatted down, reached out and touched the little guy's head, and said with a smile, "Little guy, isn't it good to talk to you before to go to my mountain and be an incense villain, but you have to say how good the people under this mountain are to you." ”

Hearing this, the little guy turned his head, and there were still some tears on his fleshy face.

The breeze blew the silver rings in the ears of the handsome man, and the hair with sideburns swayed in the wind, as if a pleasant sound came.

Seeing that this little guy was so pitiful, the handsome man couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and sighed lightly, "Let's go, the people under the mountain are not something you and I can see through, and you can still get a trace of purity and worry-free in my mountain, besides, in the future, the Han Dynasty will be in the middle of the Wuyue, it is said that there is a place for me to attack, I really want to make friends with you, not to take advantage of your outstanding status at this time, understand." ”

"Five Peaks ......"

The words of the handsome man with silver arms in his ears made the little guy's mind blank, and the five mountains were sealed, that is the existence of the mountain monarch! !

Besides, there is a Han Dynasty behind him, and it must be said that the future is immeasurable!

It's just that what makes the beautiful man curious is that the little guy shook his head after hesitating for a while, and said to him firmly, "I'm going to find out that harmful guy!

The handsome man nodded, with no stinginess of appreciation in his eyes, if the little guy in front of him agreed, he didn't expect so much from him.

I saw him laugh softly, "You don't have to think about this, that person has been detained by me a few days ago, as for whether he is alive or dead, it will be left to the border army of the Han Dynasty to deal with." ”

The little guy's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, he still trusted what the handsome man in white robe said in front of him, because his divine mansion was specially built by him after he reported to the Han Dynasty.

And the beautiful man's name is Huanguan, and he is one of the future Wuyue Mountain Monarchs of the Han Dynasty.