In the land of the West Pole, there is a very famous mountain called "One Finger Mountain".

As the name suggests, Yizhi Mountain resembles an index finger, slender and tall, towering between heaven and earth, making people marvel and sigh. People who see Yizhi Mountain for the first time will think of the index finger as their first reaction, because this mountain is so much like the index finger, so people have passed on the word of mouth and named this originally nameless mountain "Yizhi Mountain".

Yizhi Mountain is located in the southeast of the West Pole Land, nearly 100,000 miles away from the southeast frontier of the West Pole Empire. It is more than 100,000 miles away from the southwest border of Zhongzhou. It is only a few tens of thousands of miles away from the northwest of the Southern Barbarian Land.

There has always been a mysterious and romantic story about Yizhi Mountain. Legend has it that the Buddha among the saints of the three religions met an ancient evil spirit in this place 10,000 years ago, who ate people and refined souls every day. The monks of the upper third-grade realm are almost invisible, but the evil head has been flexible for an unknown number of years, eating many sages of the upper third-grade of the human race, and in the end, the evil spirit faced the Buddha who came to subdue him, and even wanted to refine the Buddha, turn it into nourishment, and make himself stronger.

According to local legend, the Buddha simply stretched out a finger when the heavens and the earth changed color, and a huge golden finger descended from the sky. The invincible ancient evil spirit was directly pressed down by that big golden finger, and from then on, he could not transcend reincarnation in his life and life, and fell into the eighteen layers of hell forever. ”

Inside the restaurant, a small-eyed young man drank wine and whispered the legend of this place to several other companions at the table.

"It is said that the evil spirit is not dead, but the body is gone, because his resentment is too heavy, and finally he turns into a demon spirit, and wanders in the mountain all the year round, maybe when he is in a bad mood, he will kill those unlucky people who enter the mountain. The small-eyed man raised his head slightly, looking through the window of the second-floor restaurant, looking at the Yizhi Mountain in the distance, and at the woman sitting at the wooden table next to him from time to time.

The location of the restaurant is next to the foot of Yizhi Mountain, not far from Yizhi Mountain, not far and not close, just to be able to see the whole picture of Yizhi Mountain, the view is excellent, so the business of this restaurant is very good.

At a wooden table on the side, sat two young-looking people, a man and a woman.

The woman was almost nineteen or twenty years old, and it was the most splendid period of her life. This woman has a slender figure, even if she is sitting, you can see at a glance that she is relatively tall. Her hair was adorned with a small and delicate hairpin and a light sideburns, a slightly upturned chin and the tip of her nose showed the beautiful curves of her face, and the most touching thing was her watery clear eyes, wide open, as if there were colorful stars in her eyes. Once you laugh, your eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and you sink into the fish and geese.

She opened her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Master, is Yizhi Mountain really like the legend, is that evil spirit still alive?"

The young man sitting next to her was wearing a clean green shirt, probably because he was a little thin, so the green shirt seemed slightly wide, he took a sip of turbid wine when he heard the words, and replied: "This one-finger mountain is indeed created by the Buddha-that is, the Buddha--one-finger power back then, and the power of this finger is indeed amazing, and it may be one of the most pinnacle shots of the Buddha in his life." As for the ghost spirit, it was naturally made up by later generations. ”

It was the man who was Chu Chou who looked at the Yizhi Mountain in the distance, slightly born, he remembered the alley in front of the Yunyu Gate in the Yunyu Country again, in that alley, the only thing he could see when he looked up was a tall and slender mountain like a pillar next to the Yunyu Gate, when he sometimes bought flowers, he looked at the woman secretly with a red face carefully and shyly, and occasionally found that the woman would also blink at the slender mountain with a pair of eyes as clear as water.

Chu Chou sighed slightly in his heart, and then came back to his senses, "That ancient evil spirit is estimated to have been scattered at that time, and it is the Buddha who is the best at purifying the soul and soul that made the shot, naturally there will not be a trace of cause and effect, that evil spirit can't even be transcended forever, and it has not entered the eighteenth layer of hell, it has completely dissipated in the Three Realms and Six Realms." ”

Zhao Zhishui nodded when she heard this, and then looked at the mountain through the window, just like the master, through the window. She didn't ask Master why she knew and where she heard it. She never questioned what Master said. From childhood to adulthood, she has always firmly believed in Chu Chou's words. Even if Chu Chou often admonishes her, saying, "My words are sometimes wrong, and my truth may not always be correct, even if for me, what I said is right, it is very correct, but for you or for others, it is not the right truth, so you can't listen to my reasoning." You also have to learn to think, if it's right, accept it with a clear conscience, if it's wrong, you point it out, and if you point out the mistake of being a teacher who doesn't know but still goes your own way, I'll be very happy. ”

Even if Chu Chou admonished him like this, Zhao Zhishui nodded, but so far, Zhao Zhishui still did not say anything to Chu Chou, and had any doubts and refutations. Chu Chou also said this to her many times, and Zhao Zhishui would nod her head every time to show that she understood. By now, Chu Chou has become accustomed to it, and when he just taught some "empirical truths" that were based on people, he obviously thought about it more carefully than before, picked the truth that he felt was really no problem, and then let Zhao Zhishui think about it and accept it. And he never forced Zhao Zhishui to understand what the truth was. Over the years, this habit has not changed.

On the way of cultivation and kendo, you can teach, and when necessary, Chu Chou can also clearly ask Zhao Zhishui to change some of her kendo techniques, but there is really no way to forcibly change a person when it comes to being reasonable, especially a person like Chu Chou, let alone forcing others to agree with some of their own truths and learn from themselves.

On the second floor of the restaurant, there are seven or eight tables of drinkers, and there are three tables by the window, Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui are one table, and the young people from the countryside on the side are another table, and the small-eyed man is one of them. There is also a table where there are three monks dressed in cloth clothes, and there are many Buddha monks in the western pole, and there are temples in populated places. This sentence is very to the point.

The small-eyed man glanced at Zhao Zhishui from time to time, his eyes were blurred, obviously shocked by Zhao Zhishui's face, and he couldn't extricate himself, so he almost walked over and sat down directly to ask Zhao Zhishui's age and name. Several young people at the same table with the small-eyed man also discovered that there was such a woman sitting here, and they all moved their eyes back from the distant Yizhi Mountain and put it on Zhao Zhishui's body. Two of them had a gloomy distraction in their gazes. The cloth-clothed monks did not have anything unusual because of this, but still calmly closed their eyes and recuperated and devoutly meditated on the Dharma in their hearts.

After Chu Chou looked at the eyes of the small-eyed man, he stood up, took the wine bowl, walked over, and had a drink with the few young people who were extremely envious, jealous, and even hated him.

A moment later, Chu Chou returned to his seat, but the people all left in a hurry. When they left, blood oozed from the corners of their mouths, and their expressions were obviously panicked and shocked.

Those young people were obviously the children of a big family or a big sect, and Chu Chou recognized the identities of these young people at first glance with his years of experience in traveling the rivers and lakes. As for the reason, Chu Chou also guessed a rough idea. Some of the gentlemen of the big clan, when they were young, not only liked to be angry with fresh clothes and whip through the city, but also liked to deliberately pretend to be ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and then deliberately cause trouble, and then reveal their identities at the last moment, so that the person opposite could only smash their teeth and swallow it, and bow their heads in aggrieved.

This kind of trick, Chu Chou has seen a lot. But Chu Chou didn't care, what Chu Chou cared about was the gaze of two of those people just now, the kind of evil and gloomy like a damp corner of raw green moss, mixed with desire, evil thoughts, vicious, bloodthirsty, cruel, ruthless, making people fear or disgust at a glance.

The important thing is that the eyes of the two looked at Zhao Zhishui. This was enough to be the reason why he secretly exuded some internal force and shook the minds of those two people.

Zhao Zhishui is now in the realm of the Eighth Rank Grandmaster. Naturally, these things are clear, including the previous gaze of those people. But because she was sitting next to the Master, she didn't make any moves. After Chu Chou secretly made a move, Zhao Zhishui smiled shallowly.

Chu Chou was still flat, there were waves in his heart, looking at this disciple with a calm smile, he was a little sad, but soon that sadness was gone, because he looked at Zhao Zhishui's smart and clear eyes, and remembered the purpose and significance of his re-visit to the rivers and lakes this time.

His heart suddenly became incomparable, looking at Zhao Zhishui, who was bowing his head in a daze, and said secretly: "Zhishui, there is still a long way to go, Master can't always be by your side, after all, you have to go down alone." ”

Then he continued to take a sip of the pot of turbid wine, looking into the distance through the window of the restaurant.

After Zhao Zhishui sensed that Chu Chou's gaze was gone, she raised her head slightly sideways, glanced at her master's somewhat melancholy and somewhat free look, and immediately lowered her head to continue her daze. She gently rubbed her fingers against the exquisitely made wooden table, and put away that quiet smile, a little sad.

Not for myself, but for the Master.

Because in the past two years, she has never seen Master smile again.