The yellow-robed monk stretched his waist indulgently and sat on the ground, he obviously straightened his face, but he still had to laugh non-stop: "Eh, I said that you are the five giants of the righteous path, especially your Jixia Mountain, you don't fool around with sesame oil money on weekdays, right?"

Bai Yun was secretly surprised, the yellow-robed monk revealed his identity in one word, but after thinking about it, he didn't think it was surprising, he had heard Tang Dali say on Feilai Peak before, all powerful people have the art of contemplating qi, and they can accurately distinguish the origin by relying on the move qi machine alone, just like the middle-aged man who tied up the bun in Yun Mengze, he could distinguish the truth that he was a disciple of Jixia from the qi machine alone, and the monk could rescue him in the hands of the unfathomable strength of the Tianlonghui demon, and the art of observing qi was naturally not a problem.

The yellow-robed monk chattered endlessly: "The old man guesses that the old man with the ox nose on your Jixia Mountain must be fat and big-eared, and the sesame oil money has gone to their pockets. ”

Bai Yun wanted to speak and stopped, knowing that if he wanted to talk about the kung fu of his mouth, he would not be able to enter the monk's eyes for ten years.

"Why, isn't it? It will take at least a month to come to Jingzhou from Jixia Mountain, and you will bring so much money when you go out? Just eat these broken copper plates or control them? It hurts Lao Ge to buy a pot of local wine and paste three copper plates on himself, and he still guards you here for three days and three nights, alas. As soon as he mentioned the silver monk's facial features, he was crowded, and his face was full of grievances.

"Don't hide it from my predecessors, I was originally down the mountain with my fellow disciples, but I was separated from them halfway, and I didn't have much silver on my body, so I spent more than half of it in Xiangyang City, and I was attacked by the Tianlong Society on the way, and I missed a few more, so that's all left. "It is difficult for a white cloud woman to cook without rice.

"That's it, no matter how small the fly is, it's meat, and the local wine is also wine, although a mouthful of muddy and fishy smell is drunk, but it's better than a dry firewood and a wet cloth without wine, and you will be done!" said the monk strangely, put his hand into his sleeve again, tinkered for a moment, and felt out the half-gnawed piece of dog meat.

"Dog meat rolls, the fairy can't stand steadily! I want the old man to say that I would rather gnaw half a piece of dog meat than be a heavenly fairy! At least it is practical and comfortable!" The monk looked like a tired fritter, tore a piece of dog meat and threw it into his mouth, poured a mouthful of local wine at the same time, and then gave a long burp, which looked very happy.

"By the way, senior, what about my classmate?" Bai Yun suddenly slapped his head, thinking of Zhang Yuruo, who was seriously injured, and his eyes were cloudy.

"Who?" the monk asked knowingly.

"The white-clothed man. Bai Yun was so anxious that he stood up in a hurry, cursing his wooden head in his heart, he was really confused, and he woke up for so long before he remembered Zhang Yuruo.

Seeing that the young man was more anxious like an ant on a hot pot, the more painless the monk was, raised his eyelids, and continued to eat by himself.

Baiyun's eyes were gloomy, and the temperament of this yellow-robed monk was really elusive, so he no longer asked the bottom of the matter, looked around, lifted the wooden sword and hurriedly ran in the direction of Xiangyang, but after running a few steps, his feet were weak, panting like a cow, and his heart, liver, spleen and lungs seemed to be stirred up, so he had to hunch his waist and support his knees with his hands, his expression was uncomfortable, and the beads of sweat of soybeans couldn't stop oozing out in front of his forehead.

"Run, run faster, run hard if you don't want to die, you just came back from the ghost gate with your front foot, and you are in a hurry to go down to find Lord Yama with your back foot?" the monk suddenly stopped laughing and said gloatingly.

"Where is she?" Bai Yun said in a trembling voice.

After the war, if Zhang Yuruo's whereabouts are unknown, it is inevitable that Bai Yun, who will live for the rest of his life, will sit on pins and needles, but the yellow-robed monk disagreed, chewing meat and drinking on the side, and said in a leisurely manner: "No need to look for it." ”

Bai Yun, who was originally in a hurry, was suddenly confused after hearing this, and after stabilizing his mind, he walked back to the monk and asked, "Senior, what's going on? Where is she in white now?"

"You sit down first!, young man is impatient!" the yellow-robed monk scratched his greasy hand and said solemnly.

Bai Yun had no choice but to sit down again in disbelief.

The monk stuffed the last piece of dog meat into his mouth, swallowed it without seeing how he chewed it, patted his belly and said unhurriedly: "Go back to Xiangyang." ”

"Xiangyang?" Bai Yun said in surprise, the two of them came out of Xiangyang, how could Bai Yi go back again.

"She was hit by the Heavenly Dragon Society's White Snake Ji's Soul Needle, and the needle was attached to the Western Regions Strange Poison Soul Poison, although she used her internal strength to forcibly force out seven points, but the poison of the Soul Poison was fast and strong, and the remaining three points of poison had penetrated into the internal organs like maggots on the tarsal bones, and it was estimated that it was enough to choke. The old monk said lightly.

A thick color of worry appeared on Bai Yun's face, and he snapped and knelt down: "Senior, please save her." ”

The monk rolled his eyes angrily: "Lao Qu is a monk, not a doctor, how can he save the law? Could it be that he takes a wooden fish and recites the Buddha beside her, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south? That is called Chaodu, not to save people!"

After hearing this, the worried Bai Yun was worried, his eyes were dull, as if he was motionless on a wooden stake, the yellow-robed monk said that Zhang Yuruo was in the Western Regions, and there were three points of toxicity into the internal organs, and the severity of the injury was self-evident, and listening to the tone of the old monk, most of the time it was that even he had no way to take this poison, but if even the monk was so powerful that he was helpless, then the rain was mostly fierce and auspicious.

"Is there any way to save her?" Bai Yun asked, his eyes fluttering.

"How else can I save it? The yellow-robed monk replied lightly.

"What kind of antidote are you looking for?" Bai Yun seemed to grasp a piece of rotting wood in the torrent, and asked with a glint in his eyes, "Where can I find the antidote?"

"The poison of the Western Regions, of course, you have to find the medicine of the Western Regions to solve it. The yellow-robed monk picked up a grass root and said.

Bai Yun suddenly got up, picked up his sword and left.

"Eh, where are you going?" said the old monk with a smile.

"Go to the Western Regions. Bai Yun said resolutely.

"Boy, are you really stupid or fake? Do you know how long it will take to get from here to the Western Regions? If you don't walk for months, you can't even look at the edge of the desert, even if you get to the Western Regions, what will you do? Do you know what kind of medicine you are looking for? Know where to find it? Okay! What if you find it, it will take a year and a half to go back and forth, and the girl in white may not be able to wait for that time. The yellow-robed monk deliberately raised his voice, adding fuel to the fire.

The blood-stained boy bowed his head gloomily, his fists creaking, his nails digging deep into his flesh, his lips closed and trembling.

"Eh, boy, I said you don't have to be so pessimistic! Although being poisoned is bad news, everything has two sides, and the old man will tell you good news?" the old monk laughed for no reason.

"Bai Yi was taken back to Xiangyang by your friend surnamed Long, and the one surnamed Long said that he had a medicine to cure the poison of the soul, which can clear the residual poison in her body, so that you don't have to worry. The laughing monk laughed and said, "I just wanted to tease you, but I didn't expect you to be so serious, what's wrong?"

"Long Gongzi has an antidote?" Bai Yun ignored the monk's stirring waves, his eyes turned from cloudy to sunny, and he was pleasantly surprised.

After chewing the grass roots in his mouth, the monk spat out the grass residue with a puff and said, "This time you are at ease, right?"

Bai Yun was relieved and let go of the big stone in his heart, and the next moment he was about to turn around and leave, but he stopped after taking a few steps.

"Why, aren't you going to look for her?" the yellow-robed monk simply put his hands behind his head, lay on the ground, and asked with a laugh.

Bai Yun shook his head with a bitter smile, and laughed at himself, "Still not going." ”

"Why?" the yellow-robed monk continued to ask, seemingly interested in the topic.

Bai Yun was silent, and his eyes were a little pale.

"Is it because you fell into a pseudo-realm?" said the yellow-robed monk.

The white clouds stood under the canopy of the trees that covered the sky and the sun for a long time, but they were silent, and the yellow-robed monk touched his nose with ash, pursed his lips and stopped paying attention to the young man who was in a state of calm on the side, and suddenly dozed off sleepily.

The sea of trees is moving, the coolness is infiltrating, the early autumn is the solar term of the withered leaves and rotten trees, the poem often says that the south is like spring in all seasons, the flowers and plants in the south are not like the flowers and leaves in the north, a bald, and it is about the reason that the great changes have fallen into the pseudo-string realm, the white clouds suddenly have the feeling of Songhai Cangtian, and the vigorous forest seems to give birth to the image of decline, and it is no longer alive.

The sunlight passed through the canopy of the trees, turning into specks of light and falling on the monk's face, and the sleeping yellow-robed monk wrinkled his long gray eyebrows and put his hand on his forehead to block the dazzling aperture.

The birds in the forest are constantly singing, the wild flowers are everywhere, and occasionally a flock of birds, or a few birds, flapping their wings and taking off, and landing on the second canopy, and so on, there is really not much early autumn decadence.

Another bird flew through the forest, a lump of white mucus that I don't know what it was fell from the sky, passing through the gaps between the layers of branches and green leaves, and it was in the corner of the mouth of the yellow-robed monk, and the monk didn't raise his eyelids, his nose sniffed hard, stretched out his tongue and licked the lump of unknown mucus into his mouth.

"Damn, dare to invite the old man to eat gold?" the yellow-robed monk scolded, and spat a few mouthfuls of spit in a hurry, eager to soak his mouth in the water and wash it up and down.

The embarrassed and angry yellow-robed monk twisted up a pebble the size of a grain of rice, sandwiched it between his thumb and middle finger, and then the cuffs were windy, and the two fingers exerted a slight force, and the stone immediately soared into the sky.

At the same time, there was a slight stirring of the branches and leaves overhead, shaking off a few leaves, and then a sparrow the size of a goose egg fell.

The yellow-robed monk snorted heavily, spreading out his palm to catch the sparrow that had been knocked down by the rubble.

"You're the one who invited the old man to eat gold?" said the monk feigned anger, and with a flip of his hand, he would cock the sparrow's buttocks, and the sparrow could only obey as if it had been pointed.

"This time it's a small lesson, see if you dare to pull anywhere next time. The yellow-robed monk flicked lightly on the sparrow's buttocks.

"Let's go!" the yellow-robed monk stroked the sparrow, and the stone-like finch suddenly regained its freedom.

The sparrow flapped its wings, circled back and forth around the monk's bare head, chirped and whispered, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

The old face of the yellow-robed monk blossomed, and he waved his hand to the sparrow, and the sparrow had a heart and fell on the monk's shoulder.

"You ghost!" the monk laughed, grabbing a handful of grain from the cloth bag around his waist.