Chapter 115: Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain

Wouldn't it be nice if the little skeleton could talk?

What did she look like when she was alive before?

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From time to time, Zhang San glanced at Huo Shuangsheng, who was sitting quietly next to him, thinking wildly in his head.

He doesn't like to think about business, but he always starts to think nonsense inadvertently.

should have felt Zhang Sanyi's gaze, and the little skeleton occasionally turned its head, and then immediately turned around, full of the appearance of a little girl.

Probably, Huo Shuangsheng hasn't been in love before, right?

The night slowly began to deepen. Thoughts have also changed.

Somehow, he thought of Lu Wangshu again, gently rubbed the scabbard in his arms, and thought about Shui Qing in the scabbard again.

Should I go to the capital? Should I go to Lu Wangshu?

How do you choose when you see each other?

Indeed, whether it is Zhang Renyi or Zhang Diyi, they owe Shui Qing, but they are not them!

However, Zhang Sanyi can't ignore Shui Qing.

Although he didn't owe it, that guilt was deeply imprinted in his heart and could not be avoided.

Also, should I go to see Ye Xiaofeng, who is still struggling to support himself?

Why, she is also in the capital?

Where will that sword be broken?

Wangshu sword, he must find it, Shui Qing can't stay in the scabbard all the time, Wangshu sword, it can be regarded as her body, with the sword, she can be regarded as a little free.

One thing after another, welling up in my heart, I can't help but feel sentimental.

Wouldn't it be nice if the little skeleton could talk?

Xiao Huaisheng is still a child, he doesn't understand a lot of things, and he has never had anyone to talk to.

Does this count as loneliness?

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The moon is beautiful, and the morning glow is not far behind.

Genius is bright, the morning star hangs high in the air, and the sky begins to be red, from a little red to a red one.

This day, it's not going to change, is it?

Is it raining or what? Zhang Sanyi didn't know.

It's just that the morning glow doesn't go out, and the sunset travels thousands of miles!

Sure enough, when the sun climbed up, it didn't take long for the black clouds to top.

There was no wind, no thunder, no lightning, silence, oppression, sultry.

There is only one way up the mountain, a path sandwiched between two steep rock walls, the bluestone steps and the surrounding black and cyan rock walls seem to be natural, and then look at the steep rock walls, as if they were split by an axe, steep and smooth.

Walking in the cliffs, the depression is even more intense.

The bluestone steps were already too narrow to allow the two to stand side by side, Zhang Sanyi walked in the front, the little skeleton was at the back, and the little monk was sandwiched in the middle.

When we reached the 499th step, it finally began to rain, and the raindrops the size of beans crackled on the rock wall, and the blue-black rock wall became even darker.

Stepping on the five hundred steps, a thick fog poured out, and it was white, Zhang Sanyi hurriedly grabbed the little monk and Huo Shuangsheng.

Not daring to act rashly, Zhang Sanyi stood quietly in place, and the strange thing was that after the thick fog shrouded, the sound of the rain became quieter, and then slowly disappeared.

After standing for about five minutes, the surroundings were already full of white, and there was nothing to see, holding the scabbard, Zhang Sanyi explored the surrounding area, empty, and there was already no rock wall.

Sure enough, Zhang Sanyi raised his heart.

He had already thought that there would be danger, because when they were on the three hundred and ninety-ninth steps, they saw the stone statue of the armored spear on the fourth hundredth step, and now it was the fifth hundredth step, and there must be something else.

The hiking trail is easy and strange.

"Be careful"

Although there was no need, Zhang Sanyi reminded in a low voice.

The dense fog was still surging, getting thicker and thicker, but there was no movement at all, which made Zhang Sanyi very puzzled.

The quieter and quieter it is, the more unsettling it will be.

It's not good to listen to the taste of your own heartbeat.

Xiao Huaisheng subconsciously clenched Zhang Sanyi's hand, and a trace of warmth slowly passed over from the little monk's small hand, and Zhang Sanyi's heart, which was already a little impatient, began to slowly relax.

The little skeleton Huo Shuangsheng held a spear and grabbed Zhang Sanyi's sleeve tightly with one hand.

For a long time, it seemed that there was a gust of wind, and it seemed like someone was whispering.

The fog rolled and dissipated quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thick fog cleared, and Zhang Sanyi took a breath of cold air, fortunately he was not impatient, and he did not run around like a headless fly.

At this moment, they are standing on a rock pillar that is only two or three square meters large, surrounded by a black and dark abyss, and there is no bottom.

Dizzy, Zhang Sanyi quickly withdrew his gaze.

His heart was beating "thump-" and he had a feeling of the rest of his life.

The clouds cleared, and a figure appeared on the opposite side.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, there was a layer of dark gray monk's robes, and if you looked closely, it was also a skeleton.

The hands are folded, and the treasure is solemn.

The orange fire in his eyes was faintly golden.

"Amitabha—"

Beside him, the little monk pulled his hand out of Zhang Sanyi's hand, folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and on his body, the wide and shabby monk's robe was windless.

It seems that this level is for the little guy.

It's just that the two sides are looking at each other across the strait, how can they compare?

Is it better than chanting the scriptures? The skeleton monk can speak?

Zhang Sanyi shook his head.

The little monk sat down slowly, crossed his legs, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Boom-"

Zhang Sanyi heard a loud bell, and behind him, the little skeleton was in some pain, and his body was trembling.

On the little monk's body, a faint golden light enveloped his whole body, warm, but for the sake of the little skeleton, Zhang Sanyi still took Huo Shuangsheng to retreat from the little monk's side and came to the edge of the rock pillar.

The little monk's lips moved slightly, Zhang Sanyi couldn't hear the sound, it seemed that it was really more than chanting?

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi remembered one thing, the little monk told him that he couldn't recite the scriptures, and he couldn't help but start to pinch a cold sweat for the little monk.

After about an hour, suddenly, the golden light on the little monk's body rippled, and the little monk's stretched brows furrowed slightly.

"Bang-"

On the opposite side, the rock wall in front of the skeleton monk suddenly exploded, and the stones fell into the abyss one after another, without a sound, without a trace, and the skeleton's body trembled slightly.

Sweat drops, slowly seeping out of the little monk's forehead, temples, and the back of his head, more and more, dense, the little monk still closed his eyes and didn't move, but the brows became tighter and tighter.

Zhang Sanyi stared at the little monk deadly, and did not dare to relax at all, although he did not understand the danger in this, but he was afraid that it was not easy, it didn't matter if he couldn't pass the test, the little monk couldn't have an accident.

On the other side, in front of the skeleton monk, another large stone fell, and half of the skeleton monk's leg was already suspended in mid-air, although it was still not moving, but it looked precarious.

The overcast sky is slowly starting to darken, and it must be a moonless night soon, right?

This time, Zhang Sanyi guessed wrong, after the sky was completely dark, the black and oppressive clouds slowly dispersed, first a few stars flashed, and after a while, the moon also appeared.

The moonlight sprinkled on the little monk and the skeleton monk on the other side who was already sitting on the rock with only his buttocks, and there was something holy.

The struggle continued, don't look at it, just sitting there until now, but Zhang Sanyi could think that the danger was far more dangerous than the fierce battle between the little skeleton and the armored skeleton with a spear.

Finally, as the moon climbed overhead, the last stone fell into the abyss from under the skeleton monk's buttocks, and there was no echo at all.

The skeleton monk did not fall, but slowly stood up, and the little monk also stood up, and the skeleton monk stood up, more than two meters high, bent towards the little monk, and bowed.

Then, he fell straight down towards the abyss, and when the skeleton monk's body flattened, he stopped above the abyss, and then slowly floated over.

Zhang Sanyi understood that the skeleton monk's body was a bridge to the past, a trace of respect sprouted from the bottom of his heart, no matter what he fought with the little monk, no matter whether he was good or bad, now, Zhang Sanyi has some respect for him.

The body is more than two meters long, enough to stand down for three people, the little monk did not go up first, hesitated for a while, Zhang Sanyi stepped on the body of the skeleton monk first, followed by Huo Shuangsheng, and finally, it was the little monk, before coming up, the little monk whispered "Amitabha-"

Floating to the other side, the three of them stepped on the fast platform, for a while, the skeleton monk's eyes were full of golden light, orange flames, quickly covered the skeleton monk's whole body, there was no "crackling" sound, the flames only lasted for a few minutes, a crystal clear, with a trace of golden light beads quietly floated in the air.

Gently patted the little monk on the shoulder, the little monk took a few steps and held the bead with both hands, although Zhang Sanyi had never seen the relic, but he also knew that the white bead was the relic of the skeleton monk.

Since then, the little monk has an extra pendant around his neck.

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"Huaisheng, what did you compare?"

Zhang Sanyi still asked curiously.

After touching the bead on his chest, the little monk slowly spoke.

"He wanted to compare the scriptures with me, and I said I wouldn't, and he had to compare, so I memorized those that I had written down when the master read them before, and he said that he lost, and then he asked me to say what we were comparing? I said to tell a story with him, and he told a story about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was a story about an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and I said it was not interesting, and I told a story about a white-clothed sword saint, and he said it was interesting, and he lost again...... Later, we simply meditated, and I was about to lose my seat, and he said that he had been sitting for thousands of years, and he couldn't sit still, so he conceded defeat again......"

The last voice of the little monk was already sobbing.

Rubbing the little monk's head was considered comforting, Zhang Sanyi's respect for the skeleton monk had reached a solemn level.

The skeleton monk is stronger than the little guy in every item, but he knows it again and again, he is fulfilling the little monk, and he is also liberating himself, just like he said, he has been sitting for thousands of years, millions of sunrises and sunsets, how many wind, sun, thunder and rain, even a Buddha should be tired.

The little monk is his destined person, right? He fulfilled the little monk and finally built a bridge for them with his body.

"Third Uncle...... I will recite the scriptures and meditate well in the future, in fact, the story he told about once upon a time there was a mountain and a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk and a young monk in the temple is very good."

The little monk couldn't cry.

Zhang Sanyi took the little monk and hugged him in his arms.

"Third uncle, will you have that story......? He didn't finish."

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple on the mountain, there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, the old monk told stories to the little monk, once upon a time there was a mountain ......"

"How can there be such a story?"

"yes?