This dragon city used to be the capital of the Yue Kingdom, and later opened up a large piece of land in the south, so this place became the accompanying capital, also called the ancient Yue City. And the newly built capital of Yue is called the new Yue City.

The two places are reluctant to be separated from each other, but Zhang Muliu really doesn't dare to go. He was afraid that he couldn't hold back, so he slashed the imperial city with a few swords.

Among the several great dynasties that counted south from the sea that was as black as a split, Zhang Muliu had the worst sense of the Yue Kingdom, not just because the Dan Prefecture in the south belonged to the jurisdiction of the Yue Kingdom.

Hao Lai held back the thought of lifting a sword and slashing people, looked up to the east, Zhang Muliu said to himself: "Zhebi Mountain, it's better not to go." ”

The trip to the Dragon Temple went smoothly and was a little excessive, and Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion to leave the Dragon Mansion from the north gate.

The girl was like a marionette, holding it in her hand for the young man, and went straight north for thousands of miles, to the border between Yue and Liang and Wu. The place is a small town, not a big place, but it has everything.

Zhang Muliu went to the only inn in the town, but when he asked for a house, he was told that there was only one room, which almost broke Fang Congle. It's just that the young man said that he didn't live there, and that he just drank outside. The girl could only mumble that she would not live, so it was better to continue on the road and find a broken temple to sleep in for the night.

The young man shook his head, gave a few Tongbao coins, and walked to the room on the second floor, and the girl Xizizi followed behind.

She actually didn't think about how good Zhang Muliu was to herself, she just wanted to close her eyes, and after she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by him. He said that it was not a matter of love between men and women, so let him say it, and he would be happy anyway.

In Shengshenzhou, Zhang Muliu was not afraid of having nowhere to go, but he really couldn't drill into the small secret realm of his own refining. It's just that he still thinks that standing on his feet is more real and realistic.

It's like being in the world.

The young man in white was lying on the long sword and suspended in the air, and the girl Fang Cong was lying on the bed and secretly looked at the young man.

Zhang Muliu smiled faintly, and said in his heart that it was really a coincidence. can run seven or eight hundred miles in one day and one night, and he is worthy of being a first-class martial artist.

A luxurious carriage stopped at the door of the inn, four men on horseback guarded the front and back, and a man and two women got out of the car, which were Meng Lusi and his party who met at the River Temple that night.

There were still two guards outside, and the two followed Monrous.

Su Die walked and beckoned to the guy, and said in a condescending tone, "Free up your best room here." ”

The guy bent down and said apologetically: "It's unfortunate that a few people came, we only have an upper room here, and we have already moved in for two guests." ”

Caidie on the side frowned and said, "Then you drive them out! I'll give you ten times the price." ”

The guy secretly rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that you will let people shout when you fall asleep, are you willing?

"Don't embarrass me, this young lady, the guests have already checked in, and we are so good to kick people out again. The guy said.

Caidie came over with a frown, and was about to scold the little guy, but was stopped by Meng Lusi.

The middle-aged man sighed and said helplessly: "Man, do you think you can discuss with that guest, let the house out, and I will give them money to compensate?"

No matter how good Rao is guy is tempered, he has turned his face now. He straightened up slowly, and said with a smile: "This guest, we are open for business, this kind of thing can't be done, if you really want to rest, just talk to that guest by yourself." ”

The man turned his head and left, and Meng Lusi shook his head, intending to rest in the carriage, but the two girls were crying, so he had to beckon one of the guards with a knife to go up and ask.

Zhang Muliu heard the movement below in his ears, and he only thought it was very funny.

It's good to be rich, if you are an ordinary person, give ten times the price, and you are really willing to vacate the house.

In the River Temple, the middle-aged man actually saved his own life. When Zhang Muliu said that he was carrying the immortal treasure, if Meng Lusi had the idea of snatching it, he would have died. Later, he killed the young Jin Dan, not because he wanted to save Meng Lusi and them, but because the Jin Dan monk was looking for death by himself.

Someone knocked lightly on the door, and Fang Cong got up suddenly, but Zhang Muliu was closer to the door, and he had already put You Fang back in the corner and opened the door by himself.

As soon as the portal opened, the two butterfly spirits and the guards at the door were shocked at the same time. They come here day and night. But this young man who claims to be a sword master, who is obviously behind him, why does he still surpass his own group?

Monrous asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Die's brows furrowed, and Cai Die squinted, "Do you remember the young swordsman master of the River God Temple before? ”

Zhang Muliu smiled faintly, his cold eyes frightened the guards at the door to take a few steps back, the long knife was slightly out of his body, and he confronted Zhang Muliu hard.

The young man walked to the railing on the second floor, looked down at Meng Lusi, and said with a smile: "Where don't we meet in life, it seems that I have a lot of fate with Brother Meng?"

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and smiled, "Brother Zhang is really a good foot, we still give my brother the lead day and night." ”

Zhang Muliu slowly walked down the second floor, sat down at Meng Lusi's table by himself, and said in a low voice: "Brother Meng just left on the front foot, and a monk chased after him on the back foot, if it weren't for the fact that I had the immortal treasure by my side, I'm afraid I would just be a dead corpse now." Brother Meng hurt me lightly!"

Meng Lusi's face was complicated, but Su Die sneered: "Not to mention that you have any immortal treasures that can avoid the Jindan monks, the Dragon Mansion is thousands of miles away, how can you catch up with us?"

Zhang Muliu smiled faintly, took off the wine gourd and poured a sip, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, looked left and right, and said like a thief:

"I'm a sword immortal!"

The two butterfly spirits laughed loudly, but Monrous and the four guards who had already surrounded him looked serious.

Zhang Muliu was dumbfounded and said, "Do you really believe it?"

Meng Lusi laughed suddenly, and said something that made Zhang Muliu scratch his head, "Su Die Caidie, apologize to Zhang Gongzi." ”

The two spirit-transformed girls were full of reluctance, but they still couldn't resist their masters, so they had to look at Zhang Muliu with a frown, bow slightly, and say something sorry to each other.

Zhang Muliu waved his hand, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry if I can't afford the two girls, the person chasing you has beheaded me, you can rest assured that you can go on the road." ”

The young man in white suddenly turned indifferent, took a sip of wine, and said indifferently: "It's just that I hope the two girls will stop playing these tricks with others in the future." If you are an ordinary person, you will be killed, but if you are a monk next to you, you are not as good-tempered as me. ”

A sword aura was like a gossamer, but the seven people who were shocked didn't dare to think about it for a moment.

Zhang Muliu turned around and went upstairs, Meng Lusi smiled bitterly, and planned to return to the carriage to rest.

After returning to the house, Fang Cong was puzzled: "If I just covet the appearance of these two butterfly spirits, I can't see it, right? ”

The young man shook his head, signaling that there was no need to say more.

What can make the butterflies of the two foundation building realms transform into shapes is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon, and most of the ones that are being fought for are this. If this group of people still comes from those two girls, it will become a luxury to go to Liang Kingdom.

They must still have worries, but a Jin Dan died silently, and the people chasing behind him also had to weigh a few pounds and pounds.

Even if it was unintentionally inserted into the willow, he saved this Monrous.

In the early morning of the next day, when Zhang Muliu left the inn with Fang Onion, Meng Lusi and the others had long since disappeared, and they were still afraid that Zhang Muliu, the sword immortal, would seize the treasure.

The girl carried a sword, the young man was dressed in white, and the two walked towards the territory of Liang Kingdom. Go to Lingyang Mountain first, then turn back to Qiupu to take a turn, and then go down the river.

Walking in the mountains and rivers will always have a story, and when the two crossed the border of Liang State, they encountered a new thing. In the night, there are people beating gongs and drums, as if marrying. But whether it is the person who welcomes the relatives or the people who send the relatives, there is not much joy on their faces, although the gongs and drums are noisy, but a large group of people are sad and sad.

Fang Cong asked, it is not uncommon to marry in the middle of the night, there are some customs and customs over there in Juluzhou, and it depends on the day of marriage, and there are many strange rules. For example, when you leave your mother's house and when you enter the door, it all depends on the person. Some people get married, and when the day is just after dawn, the bride has to leave home and wait until it is dark to enter her mother-in-law's house. And the two families are actually not far away, so the bride has to wait on the road, and she can't get off the sedan chair.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile that there are many such rules, and there are similar customs in all continents in the world. It's just that when they married at night, the family and friends were sad to welcome the relatives, like the living marrying the dead, which is the so-called ghost marriage.

No matter how mixed the green onion from the front is, she is still a woman, and after listening to Zhang Muliu say that a living person marries a dead person, she is in a very bad mood.

The young man in white shook his head and smiled, took out a talisman from his cuff and put it on the girl's forehead, and the latter slapped the young man's arm off, muttering that he was not a ghost. It's just that the young man turned his head to look at the sedan chair and said to take a look first.

Fang Cong turned his head extremely reluctantly, but there was still no one on the sedan chair. She just wanted to turn her head and curse a few words, but she inadvertently glanced at the red horse in front of her, and immediately calmed down and stopped talking.

It turned out that in the eyes of the girl, in addition to the groom who was sitting upright right and had a wooden expression, there was also a woman dressed in red with an illusory figure.

The groom couldn't see the bride and just wanted to take her home.

The ghost bride followed the groom, but she looked straight at him, without turning her head from beginning to end.

At that time, Fang Cong begged Zhang Muliu: "Can you put this talisman on him? Let him see if that woman is okay?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said softly: "She is not even a ghost cultivator, she is about to be reincarnated, if she sees each other again, can she still be willing to give up?"

The girl ignored the attention of the team over there, yelled at Zhang Muliu, took off the talisman attached to her forehead and ran to the groom. But halfway through, a woman's voice rang in her ears.

"Little sister, thank you. But you can't let him see me, I know his character, if he knows that people can really be reincarnated after death, he will not hesitate to kill himself to accompany me. I want him to live well. ”

Fang Cong stopped, because the sentence "I want him to live well" deeply pierced the girl's heart.

The groom Mu Ne turned his head, looked at Fang Onion, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong with the little girl?" As he spoke, he went into the distance, looked at the young man in white, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said softly: "Don't make any trouble with your family, go back to your family." ”

Zhang Muliu turned over in an instant, pressed the girl's head with one hand, and played a brilliant spell with the other, and said to the groom official: "This immortal has traveled here, and when I see you pitiful, I will reveal some heavenly opportunities with you." ”

A large group of people were really frightened by Zhang Muliu, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

And the young man in white just looked at the groom and said with a smile: "I pinch my fingers, you and that woman still have a lifetime of marriage, if you are dedicated to goodness, you will definitely be able to reunite at the bridge of the Nai River as you wish." ”

After that, he pulled Fang Onion and disappeared in a flash, leaving behind a group of ordinary people who didn't know why.

Afterwards, Fang Cong asked, "Is there really a chance to continue the front edge?"

Zhang Muliu took a sip of wine and muttered, "I don't know." ”

Rao is one of those powerful monks, and he may not be able to predict whose next life or afterlife it will be.

The girl was sullen and said that she wanted to drink, but Zhang Muliu didn't give her wine. So she asked again: "They say that no one is inseparable from anyone, do you think it's right?"

The young man drank wine continuously, and after a long time, he walked over to Fang Onion, squatted down and pressed the head of the girl who was sitting cross-legged, and said with a smile: "Yes and no." ”

The girl said, "Why?"

Zhang Muliu sighed and said, "If you can't leave, I can't help you!"

There is a river flowing into the river at the northern foot of Lingyang Mountain, which originates from the mountain and gathers five streams to form a river. That is, hundreds of years ago, there was a dynasty that built a Wuxi Bridge, and there was a pavilion in the west of the bridge, which was called unknown in the past, and now it is called Wanghua Pavilion.

In fact, it is faster to climb the mountain from the south foothills, but the Lingyang Mountain Gate is at the north foothills, and if Zhang Muliu takes Fang Onion to climb the mountain from the south foothills, it is a little rude to say it. It's no different from going over a wall to enter a hospital.

Most of the Buddha's gates in Shengshenzhou will not face south. Of course, it's not because of the so-called Nanwu Ah Mi Buddha, but the specific reason Zhang Muliu is unknown.

A Lingyang Mountain sits in the south and faces north, looking at the river in the distance, which enshrines countless Buddhas, and is one of the four major Buddhist holy places.

Because the poet fairy once wrote a poem here, "The heavenly river hangs green water, showing off nine hibiscus." Therefore, although this place is an important place for Buddhism, there are also many scholars who come to climb the mountain to collect scenery and want to catch poetry.

Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion to the gate of this mountain, looked up, the distant mountain top was in the clouds and fog, and on the highest Ten Kings Peak, Tiantai Temple was faintly visible.

Where the three orthodox religions are located, the mountain gate will never be guarded, and those who wish can go up the mountain.

Walking through the mountain gate, the girl Fang Cong followed closely behind Zhang Muliu, and she had walked dozens of miles, and the girl was at most an arm's length away from the young man in white.

Zhang Muliu smiled and quipped: "What are you afraid of? You have done too many bad things, are you afraid of visiting the temple?"

Fang Cong kept muttering, and said in a very low voice: "I don't know what you think, what are you doing day by day? I went all the way to the ancient capital of Yue and went to a Laoshizi Dragon Temple." I came all the way to Lingyang Mountain, and I wanted to worship the Buddha again. ”

The young man stretched out his arm and was about to slap the girl's head, but the latter shrugged his shoulders slightly and dodged sideways.

Fang Cong glared and said, "What's wrong with you being addicted? I said don't pat me on the head, I won't grow tall! In the future, if I become a dwarf winter melon, what if I can't get married?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, withdrew his arm and said with a smile: "I came here to meet an old man who is profound in Buddhism, you must not be unreasonable in front of others." ”

The girl pursed her lips, and said in her heart, "Am I that kind of person? Miss Ben is knowledgeable, and it is always you who are ashamed, right?

The climb is extremely slow, and in this mountain, it is enshrined that it is called "Patience and immobility like the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret." One of the four great bodhisattvas also made a great wish, "Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha." ”

That archmage is actually not a mountain pedigree, more similar to sitting here.

After all, he was the one who went to the Western Heaven alone when he was still a mortal, just to seek the true scriptures to purify all sentient beings.

Halfway through, Zhang Muliu said in his heart that Zhang Muliu came to visit the archmage.

The two figures disappeared out of thin air, and when they reappeared, they were already in a grass hut, and there was a monk who looked like a teenager sitting on a straw mat, fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and looking at Zhang Muliu and smiling slightly.

Zhang Muliu was stunned and held back the sentence "How did you grow up", and specially told Fang Cong: "I can't beat him in a hundred, don't make trouble for me." ”

It's okay not to say it, but under this statement, the girl's eyes were curious, and her eyes stared straight at the little monk, which made Zhang Muliu embarrassed.

The archmage smiled and said, "It's not in the way, you didn't know how to count etiquette than she did at that time, right?"

Zhang Muliu smiled, raised his palms, respectfully gave a Buddha salute, and said softly: "In the past, the kid was ignorant, and he had too much resentment against the Buddhist family, and he still looked forward to the Sanzang Master Haihan. ”

The archmage deliberately showed a surprised expression and quipped, "You don't even blame that Taoist priest for causing you to be prejudiced against Buddhism?"

When I was a child, I went to Kaiyuan Temple and gave the Taoist priest a pit, so that Zhang Muliu looked at it with a magic eye when he first watched the Buddha, and he couldn't change his opinion for many years. It wasn't until he gave the archmage a lesson when he was watching the water in Jumping River City, and reprimanded Mao Ayu in Doubing City, and then changed slightly.

The real change of concept was after a conversation with the idiot monk in that small town.

Zhang Muliu said softly: "Passing by here, I wanted to go to the bank of the Yunxi River to see Xixuan and Zhong Shouju, not far from Lingyang Mountain, so I came to meet the archmage and said thank you." ”

The little monk-like archmage shook his head and said, "What I said is all from the bottom of my heart, I don't want your kid's thanks, I just want to tell you something." ”

The young man stood aside and was humbly taught.

The Archmage said, "All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you will see them as they are." ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said: "I don't dare to hope for the realm of Rulai, I just hope that my future cultivation can keep my heart." ”

The archmage smiled, "Good. ”

The young monk suddenly looked at Fang Onion, looked at it for a while, and then said something that Zhang Muliu couldn't understand, because what he said was what the Daomen sage said.

"Gu Tai is firmly in the food. ”

Zhang Muliu said tentatively: "Archmage is saying that I shouldn't treat Fang Cong in my own way?"

The archmage smiled, "Don't say. ”

............

Since he came to Lingyang Mountain, Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion to walk most of the ninety-nine peaks, and it took ten years, but Zhang Muliu didn't feel that he had delayed anything.

After talking to the Grand Master, Zhang Muliu kept thinking about the last sentence he said, "Gu Tai is firmly in the food." Zhang Muliu naturally read half of the Taoist classics, and he didn't dare to say one, because he really only knew a little about it.

Fang Cong actually asked what that sentence meant, and Zhang Muliu had no choice but to tell the allusion truthfully and listen to it.

The girl pondered for a long time before asking, "What does the archmage mean is that if you ask me with a method of asking for yourself, it won't have the effect you want, right?

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly: "But people said something that can't be said again!"

The girl scratched her head and smiled, and said with a smile: "It's up to you to use your brain, I'm not very good at it." But I think the truth in the book doesn't necessarily make sense, and before you do something, don't you have to look through the book and check it before you do it?"

In the holy land of Buddhism, Zhang Muliu didn't take out the wine gourd, and there was no way to drink wine at this time.

The young man said, "I'm stumped on this little girl again." ”

One night, a young man in white took a girl in a dark green dress, and the two walked to the town on the bank of the Yunxi River. Zhang Muliu went to a small courtyard where a young butcher lived.

Zhang Muliu remembers very clearly that last year, when it was snowing heavily, a young woman knelt at the door of a pharmacy, begging the doctor to save her mother's life. But the doctor actually wanted to use the woman's body as the consultation fee.

A young man with a hare came running up and kicked the healer away, shouting, "Lao Tzu kills pigs!"

Zhang Muliu walked to the fence gate and knocked lightly. The young man who was holding the stone mortar in the courtyard turned his head and looked at it, his face immediately overflowed with joy, he threw away the stone mortar, ran over to open the gate, looked up and down and said with a wry smile: "Why is Mr. Zhang not old?"

The young man in white rolled his eyes, pointed at Fang Onion, and said that he was a newly accepted anonymous disciple, and then disappeared at all, and walked straight to the courtyard.

After sitting down, Zhang Muliu said helplessly: "In less than a year, where can you get old?"

Zhong Shouju smiled and said that it was too. He brought a pot of wine and handed it to Zhang Muliu, and then handed a pot of water to Fang Onion, and then ran impatiently to the courtyard, raised a huge stone mortar with both hands, blushed and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhang! I now have two hundred catties of huge strength in both arms, you didn't lie to me!"

Zhang Muliu was startled, and after a closer look, he found that there was a row of stone mortars in the courtyard, from small to large, and the grip of each stone mortar was polished to shine like jade.

For a while, the young people were a little proud and a little self-blaming. Because the stories told at that time were just made up casually by themselves. He really didn't expect this kid to really have so much perseverance.

But it's okay, there is a case for everything, and when he practices 10,000 times, maybe there will be a one.

What if you wait for a million times?

The two sat and drank a few sips of wine, and Zhong Shouju suddenly had a bitter face, a little embarrassed to speak.

Zhang Muliu smiled angrily: "Do you think that your Xixuan actually likes me a little?"

Zhong Shouju nodded.

The young man in white grabbed the pig killer with a look of hatred and hatred, and glared: "Have you killed too many pigs and poured pig blood into your brain? Why does Xixu like me? Is it because I am a monk?"

Zhong Shouju reached out to the table with a bitter face, and reached for a pot of wine to come back and drink wildly.

The young pig killer said bitterly: "But I am a pig killer!"

Zhang Muliu picked up Zhong Shouju, called Fang Cong to follow, and walked to a small riverside courtyard not far away.

When he arrived at the door of Xixuan's house, the young man in white fell down and killed the pig, and said helplessly: "Have you asked and said that Xixuan doesn't like you?"

Zhong Shouju sat on the ground and scratched his head, and said with a sneer: "Then how can I be embarrassed to say it!"

Zhang Muliu threw a jar of wine over and whispered: "I won't be embarrassed when I'm done, don't let me look down on you." ”

The pig slaughterer lifted the wine jar in his hand, inhaled and exhaled for a while, and then suddenly lifted the pot and poured it down. After another half an hour, Zhong Shouju stood up in a daze, and said to the courtyard: "Xixuan, I Zhong Shouju likes you." ”

Zhang Muliu walked over and kicked him, sighing, "Your fucking mosquito is like a general, who can hear it?"

The wine was strong and intimidating, Zhong Shouju suddenly became louder, and said another word, but no one seemed to pay attention to it in the courtyard.

I saw that the pig killer took a deep breath, and almost shouted out like a roar:

"I like you!"

Zhang Muliu hurriedly hid his and Fang Onion's figures.

It's too loud and a little humiliating.

The room creaked, and the door opened. A woman in green came out of the room, didn't even look at the gate, and said impatiently: "I know, I know, what are you howling about?"

Zhong Shouju choked on a sentence, but fortunately, the wine was still there. This guy seemed to have exhausted the courage of his life, and asked loudly, "Then do you like me?"

Xi Xuan looked straight at Zhong Shouju, without the slightest pause, and said, "I like it, I like it." ”

The foolish pig killer didn't seem to anticipate this answer, and his brain buzzed, and he somehow said, "Is it the kind I like like about you?"

A white dress appeared in an instant, and it was a slap in the face of Zhong Shou's head.

Fang Shallot rolled his eyes, shook his head and said, "You tiger?"

The woman in the courtyard was about to kneel when she saw Zhang Muliu's gesture, but Zhang Muliu kicked the tiger-headed Zhong Shouju into the courtyard, just stopping the stream.

Unable to kneel and bow, Xi Xuan had to ask with a red face, "How is Mr. Zhang lately?"

Zhang Muliu took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "It's good, it's just that I didn't drink the wine of the two of you, and now I feel a little bad." ”

After a pause, Zhang Muliu continued: "Is your mother okay?"

An old woman came out trembling, and her eyes were red when she saw Zhang Muliu. The woman was about to kneel, but Zhang Muliu hurriedly rushed over, hugged the woman, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, next time it's like this, I won't come to kill me." ”

The old woman wiped her tears, cried and laughed, "This time I can finally go to the ground, and Engong must stay for a meal." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, and for some reason he was extremely happy.

It's good to be alive!