The servant who was dedicated to protecting the master gritted his teeth, and rushed to the woman regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, and the comical appearance of heroic righteousness but cowering, and shouted loudly: "Miss, go quickly, leave me alone." ”

The woman was calm, staring thoughtfully at the white clouds' shrouded sword.

Bai Yun saw that the woman's personal servant had a misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained: "This brother has misunderstood, I am not a thief, I am a disciple of Jixia Mountain, and the reason why I am so abrupt is that I want to inquire about a person's news with the girl." ”

"Hair Mountain?" the woman's eyes were like a flat lake, sparkling.

"Don't pretend, do you know who my young lady is? If you dare to touch a single strand of my young lady's hair, it's not as simple as walking around without eating, even if you have ten heads, it's not enough to compensate. The servant turned back and said, "Miss, you should run quickly!"

"Stand down. The woman said lightly, but there was a trace of indescribable look on her face, like surprise and loss.

"Miss... The servant was puzzled.

"He's my friend. The corners of the woman's mouth in the long skirt curled slightly, which was very good-looking.

The servant had no choice but to retreat behind the woman, but clenched his fists tightly, not daring to let go.

"What are you going to ask?" the woman asked calmly, taking a step forward.

"Do you know a woman named Zhao Ruoli?" Bai Yun asked truthfully.

The woman in the flowing skirt, whose face was enough to make the entire Jiangnan man bend her waist, gradually faded her smile, and her eyes sparkled and flashed: "I know, she is my sister." ”

Bai Yunxi descended from the sky and continued: "Great, I was entrusted by a senior brother on the Bun Xia Mountain to hand over an important token to her. ”

When she heard the three words of Jixia Mountain coming out of Baiyun's mouth again, the woman's eyes were inexplicably red.

Bai Yun took out a pack of tokens wrapped in a yellowed lotus handkerchief, and carefully handed it to the woman in the long skirt: "Please transfer it to her for me." ”

The woman's face was ugly, and she slowly stretched out her hand as white as fat jade to take the token, and the yellowed white handkerchief was the first to enter her eyes, but it was like a thin needle stabbing her chest: "What's your senior brother's name?"

"Mo Tianxiang. Bai Yun blurted out.

"Why didn't he deliver it himself. The woman said palely.

"Senior Brother Mo can't go down the mountain yet. Bai Yun said.

"Why?" the woman asked coldly.

Bai Yun thought for a moment and replied, "He said that he could not go down the mountain until the snow as red as blood fell in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

The woman stopped talking, silently opened the yellowed handkerchief, and looked at the delicate wood carving lying quietly in the palm of her hand.

In the darkness, no one saw a crystal teardrop drip down the woman's cheek, fell on the wood carving and instantly disappeared, only the woman felt the teardrop splash away, like the sound of a broken heart, crisp into the ear.

"Go back, I will bring this token for you, but please return this letter to him intact. The woman Xiao Ran turned around, and her voice was as thin as a gossamer: "Please also bring a message to Mo Tianxiang, it's been twenty years, and Zhao Ruoli won't wait." ”

The woman dropped the letter on the side of the road and walked slowly down the alley back to the palace

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Bai Yun was puzzled, bent down to pick up the letter that was abandoned by the woman as a useless thing, and looked at the woman's sad back, only then did he realize that the woman in the flowing skirt was Senior Brother Mo's sweetheart Zhao Ruoli?

It's like a different world, the woman in the long skirt has been waiting for 20 years, 20 years of waiting, 20 years of Shaohua, after all, she can't wait for the man who is bent on verifying the way of heaven.

The cloudless night sky suddenly began to rain heavily, and the woman in the long dress hugged the wood carving tightly, crying silently.

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The morning bell rings three times.

Last night's heavy rain was gone, and the ten thousand Buddhas of Muru Temple were as clean as promised, and the pilgrims who were blocked by the mountains and seas were fighting for their heads, grabbing the scene of the incense on the top pillar.

Because of the meeting of Muru Temple, Muru Temple closed for a day, the stone road up the mountain is also guarded by the monks in the temple, Muru Temple declares to the outside world, today a group of elders in the temple set up a stall to try to cross the Hulukou soul, so refuse pilgrims.

As soon as the morning bell rang, the monks of Muru Temple hurried to open the door of the seven-story pavilion.

After the morning bell rang three times, Jixia sent everyone to come to the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and under the guidance of the leading monks, they entered the Haihui Hall, the main hall of Muru Temple.

Walking into the first floor of the seven-story pavilion, the fragrance lingers.

On both sides of the hall are long sandalwood shelves, on which are the green lanterns that burned out last night.

Look at the top of the head, the pavilions of the first to third floors are hollowed out, which makes the whole hall look magnificent, but the top of the pavilion on the third floor is obviously half narrower than the second floor of the first floor, the reason, after seeing the reflection of the Buddha sitting on the apron last night, Bai Yun knows it in his heart, but he still can't help but secretly admire the magic of this pavilion.

There are gods in the first three feet of the head, there are stairs on the side of the first floor of the pavilion and go straight up to the second and third floors, there are no less than 100 statues of gold lacquer Buddha of different forms placed on the side of the second and third floors, and then fix the eyes to see, the top of the three-story pavilion is in a round shape, carved with a bright and lifelike Buddha statue of oil paint, the early morning sun shines through one hundred and eight windows, the hall is spacious and bright, every time you look up, it is like there is a big Buddha suspended above the head.

"The light of the Buddha shines. Qi Yuzheng couldn't help but exclaim.

Last night, the hall has been placed in the table and chairs required for today's meeting, respectively placed on both sides of the main hall, due to the large number of disciples of the five factions who participated in the meeting of the Muru Temple, the hall can not put too many tables and chairs, so the Muru Temple to each of the five major sects to leave two sandalwood chairs, a sandalwood table, Qi Yuzheng and Lin Xueshu as the leader of the Muru Temple will be the leader of the Xiaxia faction, since they should sit on the sandalwood chair, the other four people are standing behind the two.

The monks in the temple serve tea.

Zhang Zishan looked out of the door and elbowed Bai Yun with bad intentions.

Bai Yun squinted: "What to do?"

Zhang Zishan leaned into Bai Yun's ear, and whispered with a thief's eyebrows: "I heard that Fuxue Mountain Villa is the only sect in the rivers and lakes that only accepts female disciples, which is similar to the Ethereal Peak of our Bun Xia Mountain, and all the female disciples in the door are amazing, we can't miss the opportunity to catch the eye later." ”

Bai Yun lifted the refreshment

glanced at Zhang Zishan, then turned his head and continued to look at the layout of the furnishings in the hall.

The son-in-law, who was famous for his penchant for dogs and horses on Jixia Mountain, was still chattering in Baiyun's ear, as excited as a bee collecting honey.

Fortunately, Bai Yun and Dou Changan went all the way south, and they had already practiced the ability to ignore what was going on outside the window, Zhang Zishan gushed endlessly in his left ear, and in the blink of an eye, he was in his right ear.

Zhang Zishan opened the mountain and river fan in an uproar, covered half of the corners of his mouth and said: "Eh, Baiyun, you said that this Buddhist door is pure, except for the female pilgrims who sincerely add incense and sesame oil, on weekdays, women are not allowed to step into the temple for half a step, not to mention this sea hall dedicated to ten thousand Buddhas, the female disciples of the Snow Mountain Villa do not go to incense or add sesame oil money, but also go to the temple to attend the meeting, isn't it a break to the rules of Muru Temple?" You say that ordinary women, the female disciples of the Snow Villa, but they all have a face that has fallen into the city, how can you let the head of the temple not be deep or shallow, or how about a young monk with shallow concentration?"

"How is it good?" Zhang Zishan repeated in amazement: "The so-called chromophobia, could it be that the monks in the temple are really pure hearts and few desires?

Zhang Zishan said at length a lot and was waiting for the following, but he didn't see Bai Yun responding, so he elbowed the boring man standing beside him again: "I wasted my tongue to say so much, don't you always appreciate a smile?"

Bai Yun stepped on Zhang Zishan's toes hard, and said in a low voice: "This is the holy land of Buddhism, there are gods three feet above your head, you see that the Buddhas above your head are glaring at you, if you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be in trouble if you are angry with the Buddhas." ”

There was a series of footsteps coming from afar on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, although Zhang Zishan's toes were burning like fire and the pain was unbearable, and his face was also red, but he didn't dare to make a strange sound, it was definitely not a heroic spirit that bleed without tears, and the little Jiujiu in his heart was very clear, if the female disciples of the Snow Villa came outside the door at this time, and they happened to see their own embarrassed appearance, then they would have lost the old face of the eighteenth generation of their ancestors, so they had to knock out their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

Seeing that this nagging words had stopped, Bai Yun slowly let go of his feet, and looked out of the door with Lin Xueshu and the others, his expression changed, and his whole heart seemed to be faintly hanging in the air.

Zhang Zishan gasped, glared fiercely at the young man who pretended to be indifferent afterwards, and then raised his head nervously and looked at the Buddha statues sitting firmly in the second and third floors.

The world looks at what the Buddha is, and the Buddha looks at the world.

This look really shocked Zhang Zishan into a cold sweat, and the Buddha gods looked at the fierce gods with evil eyes, especially the lifelike big Buddha statue on the top of the head, not angry and self-righteous, just like the mountains pressed down and floating on the top of the head, Rao is there really demons and monsters in this world have to be wiped out.

"There's no weird, there's weird. Zhang Zishan's face turned pale with fright, and he clasped his hands together and muttered.

Bai Yun didn't have the heart to take care of Zhang Zishan, who was startled, and the footsteps on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping turned around and came to the door, and the first to enter the Haihui Hall was one

A square-faced man with thick eyebrows dressed in a splendid robe and holding a nanmu flute, followed by more than a dozen disciples dressed similarly, walked into the hall one after another.

"They are disciples of the Huayin Sect. Lin Xueshu turned his face sideways to explain Baiyun's confusion and said: "The world's martial arts are broad and profound, Huayinmen is the only sect in Daliang that uses musical instruments as weapons, proficient in the sound of the qin, and can easily take off the enemy's head between playing the qin." ”

Qi Yuzheng picked up the teacup, gently blew away the hot mist, and said: "The rivers and lakes have words, the Chinese sound is rustling, and the head is falling."

"In the tide of the rivers and lakes, Huayinmen can be described as a trickle of clear streams, and the originator of the cold road of the side door. ”

"Huayinmen?" Since Baiyunda went to Jixia Mountain, the prestige of the five major sects has been heard, but he didn't expect that in addition to the name of Huayinmen, the way of the sect is even more unique, and he can't help but fall into deep thought.

There are Confucian saints in these rivers and lakes, and there are sword gods in martial arts, is there still a music immortal in the Huayin Gate?

(End of chapter)