Sima Nanfeng didn't speak on the way back to the academy, so that people couldn't tell what his mood was, but there were colors floating in his deep pupils, the colors of those old days, the faded scenes, but he still remembered them clearly.

If you want to say the cause and effect of all this, you have to start with the old monk from the ancient country of Tuoba in the Western Regions ten years ago.

Sima Nanfeng remembered that he first met the old monk at the end of winter that year, and it was also on the shore of Hongfeng Lake.

The old monk wore a brocade robe intertwined with gold and red threads, and carried a twelve-ring gold and silver Zen staff.

The old monk is not tall, the body is slightly fat, there are some Buddhist stone carvings on the mural of the Arhat, the hand is coiled by a practice of one hundred and eight small clams strung into the Buddha beads, the appearance is very amiable.

The old monk met Sima Nanfeng at Hongfeng Lake and smiled at him, and he said slightly: "The donor is the Confucian cultivation genius of Yan Kingdom that occurs once in a hundred years, and was evaluated by Song Tianyi, the general of Yan Kingdom, as a Confucian scholar of contemporary style-Sima Nanfeng?"

"The Master knows me?" Sima Nanfeng, who was passing by, suddenly turned around and looked at this old monk from the ancient country of the Western Regions with a puzzled expression.

"Well, I know, I've heard of the name of a scholar a long time ago, but I never thought I'd meet here today. ”

"Dare to ask where the master is from?" Sima Nanfeng faced this kind-looking old monk and bent down with his hands folded to salute, he felt that there was no malice on the other side, it should be a high-ranking monk with high morality and high mana, but he didn't know what the reason for the monk to stop him suddenly was, after all, the two were just meeting in Pingshui.

"The scholar is polite. The old monk also returned the courtesy.

"The poor monk came from the ancient country of Tuoba in the distant Western Regions, and his Dharma name was bitter Zen, and he traveled all the way through thousands of mountains and rivers just to practice in the world. "The Kuzen master told his origins, and he did not shy away from it at all.

"It turned out to be the master of Kuzen in Tuoba country, I have long heard that there are several monks in the Western Regions who have cultivated extremely high and like to travel in the world on foot, and today I meet with the monks, the master of Kuzen is bright-eyed, energetic, and has the demeanor of the Buddha King Kong Arhat, and it is Sima Nanfeng who is fortunate to have three lives. "Sima Nanfeng still heard a little about the monks who have attained the Tao in the ancient country of Tuoba, and the several monks have cultivated their magic to the sky, and they are the elders of Tianlong Temple, eliminating demons and defending the way to save suffering, praying for mortals to eliminate disasters, and respecting and respecting them in the world.

"The master is still used to coming to my Yanguo Yangzhou, there are many differences between the customs and customs here and the ancient country of the Western Regions, if someone collides and interferes with the master, Sima Nanfeng will make amends to the master in advance, and look at the master Haihan. ”

"I've been here for a few days, everything is very good, I'm used to it, there's nothing bad about it, it's just that I don't understand some dialects and I need someone to translate for me. The bitter monk smiled, and he glanced at the mountains left and right in amazement.

"Steep and strange peaks, left by real people, Tibetan spirit, once in a hundred years, good mountains, good water, can be described as the treasure of Yangzhou. Kuzen saw through the mystery at a glance.

"The master has good eyes. Sima Nanfeng's eyes lit up, and the monk told the mystery of the first landscape in Yangzhou in a few words, which is really amazing, you must know that he has only spied the tip of the iceberg.

"There is a dragon in this water, and the path of Jiaolong's cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it will break through and ascend to the dragon gate. ”

"Now that the master has seen it, what do you have to say?" Sima Nanfeng looked at him intently, and the bitter Zen monk looked up at the sharp mountain wall separated by the lake in front of him for a long time, and his face changed from the original tranquility to solemnity.

"What has the Master seen through?" Sima Nanfeng hurriedly asked.

"The mountain is steep, the edge is exposed, it seems to pass through the sky and the clouds on the nine heavens, the high mountains block the flow of water, the aura on the lake overflows but is restrained by the mountain wall and recharged, and it is a trend of sandwiching on both sides of the strait, the road of cultivation is the most respected and calm, this pattern is too small, too narrow and too dangerous, and it may be difficult for the dragon to turn into a real dragon. ”

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Heaps out of the shore, and the flow will be turbulent. Walk above men, and the crowd will not. Kuzen glanced meaningfully at the young Confucian with outstanding temperament and elegance.

"Do you mean to suppress the mind of the lake dragon?"

"I didn't say that, everything grows on its own trajectory, and many things are not controlled by others, which may be self-defeating and bad. Kuzen stepped out in one step, leaving Sima Nanfeng who stood still.

"So what?" Sima Nanfeng stared intently at the stone pavilion in the center of the lake, he felt a tightness in his chest, this is a big thing, the spiritual things that come out of Yangzhou for a hundred years can't have an accident, this will damage the foundation of Yangzhou's mountains and rivers for thousands of years, if it is implemented, it can be called a disaster.

At this moment, a martial artist took the young man to the lake to play, and the young man saw Sima Nanfeng and ran quickly to greet him, which was very Confucian.

"Hello sir, Lu Jingyuan meets Mr. Sima. The young man was dressed in a luxurious brocade dress, and his facial features were good-looking, even a little more delicate than some girls' homes, but his eyebrows exuded a man's masculinity, giving people a strong sense of contrast.

"Hey, you're the master?" The young man Lu Jingyuan exclaimed when he found the monk from the Western Regions.

"Oh, what, Jingyuan, do you know the master?" Sima Nanfeng's eyes were curious.

"Oh, you're the kid from three years ago?" Kuzen glanced up and down on Lu Jingyuan's body, and suddenly recognized it.

"The master has been to Yangzhou before?" Sima Nanfeng asked.

"Well, I stayed in Yangzhou for three days three years ago, one day I met a young woman outside the Lu Mansion, the woman saw me, so she came to talk to me, she said that her child has been emitting a strange breath in recent days, that breath makes her uneasy, she is very scared, looking for many Taoist monks and monks can not see what it is, she saw that I think I am a Taoist monk and wants to ask me. The bitter Zen monk and Sima Nanfeng moved to talk, leaving a person playing in the river with Xiao Jingyuan.

"Truth be told, this kid is my student. Sima Nanfeng glanced at the innocent young man Lu Jingyuan, and his words were very light, he was very satisfied with this young man.

"Boy, come here. Kuzen beckoned to Lu Jingyuan.

"Master. Lu Jingyuan walked slowly, his face pious.

"Is your mother okay?" Kuzen remembered that the child's mother had asked him for a piece of jade to keep him safe, and now the child was wearing it around his neck, and he asked.

Lu Jingyuan's expression was silent, his lips trembled a little, his eyes were full of mist, and the young man raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "My mother died three years ago, and she died in distress while traveling. ”

"What?" Kuzen's face was shocked, and he hurriedly pinched his fingers and calculated a lot of cause and effect.

"Child, since your mother has passed away, then you should not be too sad, your mother is just another world, you must live well, don't make her sad. Kuzen looked at the young man with tears on his face and couldn't help but comfort him.

"By the way, you must carry this jade pendant with you, it can save your life, and you must remember it. ”

"Thank you, Master. Lu Jing said goodbye to the two and left silently, and returned to the city with his family.

There are still two people left on the shore of Hongfeng Lake, one is Sima Nanfeng, and the other is a Kuzen monk.

"Master, what about the jade pendant?"

"Cover up the aura, this child will grow older, a pure and rich aura will become more and more conspicuous to attract the covetousness of foreign thieves, for the cultivation wizard this is a god-given treasure, but where he has the flesh of the fetus, he will be killed. ”

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. ”

"That Sima scholar, the poor monk said goodbye first, and he met again because of his fate. Kuzen looked up and said.

"Well, I won't keep the master. Sima Nanfeng looked at the golden and red robe and turned away, and he turned his eyes to look at the calm lake, the silent mountains and forests, and there were birds gliding overhead, and suddenly sighed.

A month later, sure enough, Hu Jiao wanted to resist the thunder tribulation, fight with the heavens, and try to break free from the shackles of the rules and regulations on the mortal cultivation path and become one of the true dragons, but failed, and it was a fiasco.

When Hu Jiao changed into a woman's body and fainted on the lakeside causeway, Wei Xun found her, Wei Xun looked at her like a delicacy on the table, she wanted to kill Jiao to take pearls and gain herself.

At this time, the monk of the Western Regions appeared, and at the same time, the young Lu Jingyuan was also not far away, so the old monk made a plan to tie Lu Jingyuan and Hu Jiao, which is probably the best way to save it, and saving Hu Jiao is also to save the young man, the old monk's painstaking efforts were clearly seen by Sima Nanfeng hiding in the dense forest, I don't know what the situation should be after this time, whether it is good or evil, whether it is good or harmful, but I can't find a better way than this.

Later, when the old monk was leaving, he found Sima Nanfeng again and said something serious.

"Scholar Sima, my matchmaking plan is also a helpless move, maybe it is God's arrangement, the young man happened to be by the lake that day, only he can save Hu Jiao, and in the future, this lake Jiao can also save him, the two are connected to each other and gain each other, one day in the future, if the young man becomes a Taoist practitioner, the two can also become Taoist couples, and the prospects are unlimited. ”

"After all, this young man is not an ordinary person, not a mortal, he hides the power of the bloodline of the Phoenix clan in ancient times, but it has not been stimulated now. ”

"Wei Xun of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is not a person who is willing to give up, he is too murderous, and there will be a comeback one day in the future, and then disaster will come, so if I can't come in time to resolve all the grievances and hatreds that day, I hope that the scholar can take action. Kuzen sincerely stated some of the causes and effects he had deduced.

"Since the master said it, then I will definitely help with all my money. Sima Nanfeng saluted again, this time with the Confucian etiquette of holding hands together.

"Good is great. Yan has such a Confucian blessing. Kuzen looked relieved.

"Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower is a world, a leaf is coming, spring flowers are green, and autumn leaves are scattered. Amitabha. ”

A day later, Kuchan left Yangzhou in an unknown direction, and no one knew where he had gone.