There is a pavilion hidden at the end of the forest, and a big yellow dog with shiny hair outside the pavilion sleeps soundly in the shade under the tree.

There are two people in the pavilion, the total horn is old, one of them is a noble person with an extraordinary background, at this moment in the pavilion to grill fish, the young man's face is full of carbon marks to hide his true face, only the eyes are burning.

At the moment, from time to time, I tossed the fish body, occasionally sprinkled some unknown spices taken out of my arms, and there was a faint aroma in the crackling sound of the firelight, and the golden aroma of the fish body was overflowing, and the index finger would move when I smelled it. There were three or five jars of wine scattered on the side, one of which had been opened and crushed, and the young man who grilled the fish took a sip from time to time.

Another young monk is dressed up, wearing a pulp wash of some plain white monk's robes, blue bald head, eyebrows and clear eyes, quiet and indifferent, a pair of eyes are particularly clear, such as a stream to talk at a glance, but also faintly deep, the corners of the mouth are bent in an arc, like a smile but not a smile, the face is soft and gratifying.

The little monk was originally chatting with the young man who grilled fish, and between his slender fingers was a string of beads that looked like jade and not jade but had a metallic luster, and the unknown material was also recognizable at a glance.

Suddenly, the little monk's fingers stiffened, and he looked back at the town, but the young man who grilled the fish did not check, and the young monk's slightly drooping eyes changed color in an instant, the dark pupils became red, and the edges were faintly golden, and the sky was getting darker at that time, but a pair of pupils were shining very eye-catching.

The young monk immediately stood sideways, standing on the gallery seat, his hands behind his waist and his back straight, looking into the distance, the temperament of the whole person changed in an instant, it seemed to be a different person, and in an instant people felt that the little monk was still a little monk, and the skin was still the same, but there was a different person inside, and his demeanor was a little gloomy, and he lived up to the quiet and gentle on weekdays.

"Hey!" The little monk's eyes were complicated, his eyebrows were tangled, and he let out a sigh, melancholy and a little vicissitudes.

The young man who grilled the fish was concentrated, he didn't notice the vision of the little monk, he didn't feel anything wrong, and he didn't raise his head and smiled, "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the fire refines the real gold." Without frost and bitterness, An Neng incense strikes people, and the edge is sharpened and the jade is carved. Wait a minute, you will know the taste, Zhixiang little monk, you have to be patient to sprinkle. ”

The little monk turned around and sat down beside him, a pair of eyes have returned to normal, and so is his temperament, at this moment his eyebrows are stretched, his face is like a spring breeze, one hand gently stirs the prayer beads, one hand picks the corners of his mouth, and smiles, "Ah Mida Buddha, the fish is cooked?"

There is a subordinate peak named the peak in the mountain behind the hanging temple, the mountain is low, the plants are scarce, occasionally a few pines and cypresses are scattered and rooted in the messy stones, the scenery is barren, it is really lacking to describe, and the location is remote, far away from the main peak Sumeru Mountain, it has gradually become a place that is inaccessible.

The top of the hill is a little slower where there are three or two huts, there is a small pond in the middle of the open space, there are seven or eight lotus flowers swaying in it, most of the petals stretch, one of them has a huge bone, showing the posture of waiting to be released, occasionally dragonfly fluttershy hovers on it, in response to the ancient poem, the small lotus only leaks out of the sharp corners, there are dragonflies standing on the head, quite interesting.

An ancient Bodhi tree by the pond, dozens of zhang high, dense branches and leaves, the shade of the tree covers most of the space on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, only a piece of empty above the small pond, as if the Bodhi tree deliberately avoided, so that the sky light moistens the lotus pond.

Under the tree sits an old and thin monk, the face of an ordinary old monk, Xu is old, the cheeks are wrinkled and furrows are deep, quite eye-catching is the two locks of white longevity eyebrows, about a foot long, hanging down on the cheeks, the old monk's eye sockets are deep, his eyes are closed, and there is a chessboard in front of him, which has fallen quite a lot.

The old monk thought for a while, and then slowly stretched out his hand to lay down a white seed. "The boy is here again. The old monk spoke slowly.

It's also strange to say that there are obviously no chess players on the opposite side, but the sunspot swept up from the chess jar out of thin air and landed on the chess scale.

"I saw it. "I don't see anyone, but I hear it. "Alas~"

"Amitabha. ”

With only these two sentences, the two people who played against each other no longer communicated, and the chess game was still silent.

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In the great wilderness, the fire of the Sky Cliff Council Hall is extinguished, there are only a few people sitting in the hall, the person at the top of the center wears a hat, the fisherman is dressed, a face is hidden under a cloud, at this time is curled up with a bare leg on the seat, listening attentively, but from time to time scratching two feet, occasionally taking the fluffy hand that has buckled the feet to sniff at the nose and mouth, it is really rough and vulgar.

There are several men, women and children sitting at the bottom of it, except for the occasional slight side head to answer two sentences, most of the time sitting upright, looking at the nose, the nose looking at the heart, and the eyes do not squint.

"Anyway, where did my sister and Xiao Senluo go?" The one who picked his feet finally stopped his small movements, scooped up the wine pot and poured it down, the wine overflowed, and a large beard was wet.

"Sect Master, Elder Yun and Deputy Sect Master Sen have arrived at the realm of the Hanging Temple a day ago. ”

The white rhino who responded was a handsome young man dressed as a swordsman, and his seat was in the front of the left hand, "And Elder Yun fought against Lanshan in Fojiao Town, and Elder Yun won in three breaths." ”

"Hahaha! It's worthy of our sister, there is growth! Raise your face, raise your face! When you float a big white! It's a pity that you haven't been present at such a lively scene, regrets, regrets!" Moro stroked his beard very comfortingly, laughed like a bell, shook the house, and of course it was another whale swallowing drink.

"Sect Master..."Chi Lian got up and was about to speak.

Then he saw Moro wipe the wine on his beard, got up, picked up the package at his feet, and walked out.

"Let's go, I can't let those bald people bully my sister!"

Before the sound fell, the man had disappeared from the door.

Only everyone in the hall looked at each other.

Earlier, I heard that this erratic sect master has a perverse personality, and it is true, and his demeanor is really different from ordinary people. This hand-shaking shopkeeper is really... Belch... Free!