The clouds in the sky were somewhat low, with occasional flashes of thunder. After a few breaths, there is a muffled "boom".

Li Si and the old monk sat under the eaves in front of the Buddha hall together, watching the sky get darker and darker.

Summer thunderstorms always come as soon as they are spoken.

The wind became stronger, blowing the wormwood on the beams and pillars swaying, and the things that were hung on the Dragon Boat Festival have not been taken down yet.

"It's thundering. Li Si sat beside the old monk and suddenly said softly.

"yes, it's thundering. The old monk nodded and flicked the rosary in his hand.

The time has come to July, and there are only three months left before the old monk said that he passed away. Dugu went back at the beginning of July, and he left in a hurry, as if he was avoiding Li Si, and he didn't let Li Si send him off. just left a notebook for practicing the sword, and then left in a hurry.

The Shuhu Girl is still there, although Li Si told her that if she continues to stay, I am afraid that there will be variables, after all, no one knows whether the old monk will enter the demon or when, but she still seems to have no intention of leaving.

No way, the lifespan of martial arts practitioners in this life is really long, long enough for them to stay in one place for a while longer. This period can be months or years. Anyway, whether it is the former or the latter, for a person who can live for two or three hundred years, it can't be regarded as a long time.

The rain began to fall, and the summer rain was always very powerful, and when the sky was pouring, there was a clear crashing sound when it landed. The air seemed to be washed away by lead, and the dust was carried away by the rain, leaving only a faint moisture lingering in people's noses. The air in the rain is always not unpleasant, or it often has a pleasant smell, so that people can calm down and not be disturbed by other worries.

The old monk will always watch the rain, so Li Si in his childhood often accompanies him to watch, which can be said to be some tacit understanding between them.

Of course, they don't just watch the rain, and occasionally, they also do boring games.

For example, at this time, the old monk curled one of his fingers and flicked it into the rain.

A finger's wide burst of energy shot out, smashing a line of falling raindrops into pieces, and finally dissipated in the courtyard.

"Twenty-two drops. ”

The old monk hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said a number lightly.

Li Si sat on the side and rolled his eyes, and also curled his fingers to pop out a finger-wide momentum.

When it comes to this kind of secret weapon kung fu that hits holes in the air, he doesn't think that he will lose to the old monk.

"Twenty-eight drops. Glancing lightly at his results, Li Si opened his mouth and spoke.

The old monk raised his eyebrows, stopped the rosary in his hand and said.

"Count, until the rain stops, whoever loses will clean the temple again, and can't let the Shuhu girl help. ”

"Okay. Li Si calmly agreed to this bet, he has always been a good bet, because he wins more and loses less.

By the time the Tiger Girl came out of the kitchen eating the snacks she had made, the plants and trees on both sides of the yard had already suffered. The four bursts of energy blew them all over the place, and some of them were accidentally hit, and even the dirt turned out.

Silently shaking her head, ignoring the two people in front of the Buddha Hall who were about to fight, the Shuhu Girl sat on the other side of the courtyard and ate the pastries by herself.

Another quiet and peaceful day······

If only it could go on like this.

I don't know why, the Tiger Girl suddenly thought like this. But if you think about it, this kind of calm with some lively life is not bad, isn't it?

"Bang!"

At this time, a strong qi suddenly exploded in the courtyard, and the wind blew the rain in all directions, drenching the Shuhu Girl.

"Old monk, you have already committed a foul just now!"

"yes, when did we set the rules?"

"Okay, you wait!"

"Bang bang bang!"

For a while, the wind in the yard was loud, and the explosions were endless, and the raindrops in mid-air were smashed one after another.

The Tiger Girl wiped her face and smacked her mouth. In the wind and rain, she silently looked at the pastry in her hand,

Well, maybe you can add some sugar next time, it always feels a little not sweet enough.

······

In the city of Mingzhou, thousands of buildings.

Li Si hadn't been back for three months, and everyone was a little confused, but considering his relaxed tone in the letter, no one was worried.

Until the strange old man also noticed that something was wrong, and found Zhang Susu to understand the situation.

After learning that Li Si's family had something to do and would not come back for the time being, the strange old man left with a calm face. Of course he knows where Li Si's so-called home is. But what could be going on there, the strange old man didn't know, but it seemed that he also had a faint understanding.

So he wrote a letter to Li Si.

Ten days later, Li Si replied to the letter, which briefly explained the matter of the old monk, and Li Si did not hide it, because the old monk asked him to say it.

One night at the end of July, a group of officers and soldiers defending Mingzhou City suddenly fainted en masse for some reason.

When they woke up the next day, they said together that they had seen a ghost.

What kind of ghost, they said it was a send-off procession carrying a sedan chair, about 100 people. The scary thing is that they send off their relatives at night, and the people in the team have no face.

Fortunately, this team seems to have left the city, and no one has seen any ghosts to send relatives since then, but there is one less boss in the puppet shop on East Street.

The strange old man left Mingzhou City, but he did not go to Jinshan Temple, but to Tianmen Mountain.

What is he going to do, he is going to go there, waiting for a break.

······

In September, the first night after the Chung Yeung Festival.

Li Si and Shuhu Nu both fell asleep, and the old monk sat alone in the Buddhist hall and recited Buddhist scriptures. This is a scripture to remove distracting thoughts, but I don't know why, the more the old monk reads it this night, the more annoyed he becomes.

Gradually, countless distractions filled his mind. Until the end, as if a tight thread could no longer hold on, his last trace of Buddha thought was broken in half.

The surging internal qi enveloped his body in an instant, and wisps of blood were entangled and looming on his thin body.

The monk's robe rolled up, and between breaths, the flesh and blood in the old monk's body seemed to grow again, supporting his shriveled skin.

The figure kneeling on the Buddha hall seemed to have regained its life in an instant, the flesh and blood under the skin squirmed, the bone-like body became strong and powerful again, and the rock-like muscles gradually bulged, stretching the figure up by three points.

Under the wide monk's robe, the reddened skin overflowed with hot internal qi, until the "old monk" opened his eyes again, but there was no clarity in those eyes.

"I almost made you succeed, monk, if you want me to die with you, how can it be so easy······"

With a dry smile on his lips, the "old monk" stood up, looked left and right, saw that there was no one around, and finally disappeared into the hall.

In the side courtyard, Li Si, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a majestic internal qi rushing to the sky.

He woke up in shock, and immediately picked up the rotten wood sword and rushed to the Buddhist hall where the old monk was, but the Buddhist hall was empty at this time.

After a few breaths, the Shuhu Maiden also rushed to the porch with her sword. Seeing the empty Buddha hall and Li Si standing in front of the hall, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

Li Si glanced at her sideways, half loudly, and walked outside the temple alone with a sword.

"You just stay here and don't come with me, I'll kill him." ”

Leaving such a sentence, Li Si's figure disappeared in front of the door of Jinshan Temple.

The next day, Minjiang.

Heng Liancheng of the Sishui Gang stood on top of a long ship, holding the long knife in his hand and looking at the merchant ships passing by.

Today's Sishui Gang is attached to the imperial court, and it has become stronger and stronger. But Heng Liancheng has also understood one thing in the past ten years, bandits are always bandits, and they can't become officials. He straightened his position and lived a more relaxed life, but he also lost his ambition. I have to say that this world is always like this, in order to get something, you have to drop something.

The Min River is facing the sea, the waves are turbulent, Heng Liancheng looked at the river in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking about for a while.

But at this time, a person beside him suddenly pointed to a river bank on the side and said.

"Help, helper, look what that is······"

Heng Liancheng subconsciously looked sideways, and then, he was equally stunned.

yes, what's that?

It was a huge phantom of the Buddha, attached to a monk on the riverside, walking across the river.

The phantom was larger than two longships side by side, mixed with a terrifying vastness of internal qi that made Heng Lian shine, and where it passed, the river drained, the boats toppled over, and the wooden oars shattered.

On the turbulent river, the monk under the Buddha seemed to be walking on a smooth road, with a smile on his face, holding a Dharma seal in his hand, walking slowly between the big waves on the river, and walking past countless overturned and broken ships.

His figure is so small compared to the Buddha, but the Buddha moves with him.

Heng Liancheng was stunned, he assured that he had never seen such a scene in his life.

It's like seeing the real Buddha, but this Buddha is full of hideous eyes at this time.