The Longtan Tiger's Den in Meng Mo's mouth, nine deaths and one life, has long been left behind by Ziling.

She accompanied Bingyang to heal her wounds in the peach blossom garden-like yurt. This stay lasted for half a month.

Zi Ling is very interested in the mysterious old man, and always follows up and asks the bottom of the matter.

She was particularly interested in the steaming cauldron in the yurt.

The cauldron is one person tall and nearly two meters wide. The body of the pot is made of bronze, weighing more than a thousand gold, and the surface is engraved with strange patterns, flashing with cyan light. The most strange thing is the lid of the cauldron, the relief is exquisite, look closely, it is actually nine giant snakes, intertwined with each other, vivid.

"What room, what Master Luo, what kind of treasure is in your cauldron?" Zi Ling asked.

The mysterious old man stared at Zi Ling with a little dissatisfaction: "I don't call it any room, I don't call it Garuda[21]. ”

Zi Ling pouted: "This name is not as good as what room or Luo." ”

Bingyang touched his nose and explained, "Murama Niro is just a monk's title, not a master's name. Bingyang thought for a moment and asked, "The master calls himself Garuda, could it be that there is a snake in this cauldron?"

Garuda was stunned for a moment, smiled and nodded, and reached out to uncover the lid of the cauldron.

Zi Ling stretched out her head excitedly to look, but her face suddenly turned pale, and she ran outside the yurt with a puff of smoke, retching for a while.

Bingyang was taken aback, and he also stretched out his head to look, only to find that the cauldron was densely packed with snakes of all sizes. Some of the snake's flesh has fallen off, and only the white bones remain, which is very terrifying. The soup in the pot is as black as ink, and there is a fishy smell.

Bingyang also felt sick to his stomach, and asked with a frown: "Master, you are a member of the Buddhist Sect. These snakes aren't your food, are they?"

Garuda smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Of course it's not my food, it's your food." ”

Bingyang was stunned for a moment, recalling that he had been poured a bowl of thick black decoction by Garuda every day these days, and he was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. He stammered, "Great, master, you're not kidding, are you?"

"People in Buddhism don't speak. Nature is no joke. "Garuda is a serious one.

Bingyang only felt a wave of dizziness, and he could barely stand on his feet.

At this time, only Zi Ling's slightly exaggerated laughter was heard: "Hahaha, Bingyang, your taste is also heavy." ”

Bingyang glared at Zi Ling angrily. Zi Ling blinked and continued, "Bingyang, how do you know that there is a snake in this pot?"

Bingyang said weakly: "Garuda, in the legend, is the king of birds, and feeds on snakes. ”

Zi Ling still smiled: "Master Nagaruda distributes his favorite food to you every day, which shows that he attaches great importance to you." ”

Garuda shook his head and said, "These snakes are horned vipers that live in this snow-capped mountain, with two horns and a black body, just like a dragon. This snake is extremely venomous, but it is extremely precious and difficult to find. This cauldron horned viper was found by the poor monks for thirty years. Hundreds of precious medicinal herbs are added to this snake soup. This bowl of snake soup is a healing elixir that is hard to find in the world, and it is impossible to find it. ”

Bingyang suddenly realized and breathed a long sigh of relief. His expression was solemn, he bowed deeply to Garuda, and said movingly: "In a short period of time, Bingyang's skill has recovered rapidly, and it all depends on the master's holy medicine. The master is very kind to Bingyang, and Bingyang is grateful!"

When Zi Ling heard this, her eyes widened, and she said with some dissatisfaction: "Master, you are so biased! Why is it that only Bingyang has such good things." It's not fair!"

Garuda smiled and said gently, "Girl, you have a strange poison in your body, if you take such a poisonous substance again, you will definitely die immediately." ”

Zi Ling was stunned, stuck out her tongue, and said embarrassedly: "It's so dangerous, it's dangerous, it's really cheap, you can't take advantage of it at will." ”

Bingyang still waved at Garuda and asked, "Master, since your name is Garuda, is there anyone who is called Mahuraka and Jinnara among the other seven Murraya Nira?"

Garuda looked at Bingyang with some surprise and said, "Xiaoyou has a wide range of knowledge, and the poor monk admires him!"

Zi Ling looked incredulous, and said curiously: "Bingyang, you actually have this kind of ability? How do you know the names of other people? Could it be that you used the technique of divination?"

Bingyang looked at Zi Ling and said with a smile: "My ability is naturally great. He then straightened his color: "Garuda is one of the eight protectors of the Dharma in the Buddhist scriptures[22]. Since the Tibetan Tantra believes that this realm is the Vajra Hell, it must be guarded here by eight eminent monks in the name of the eight gods. ”

Hearing this, Garuda sighed, and a rare desolate look appeared on his face. He said quietly: "Gangdis is the mountain of the gods, the king of all mountains, and the abode of the gods. Only the Eight Celestial Gods can be stationed here. We, the Tantric Eight-Rank Murraya Ramanira, in the name of the eight gods, are on duty here, rotating every thirty years. Pinching his fingers, the poor monk has been practicing alone for thirty years under this snow-capped mountain. Now, the poor monk is about to complete his merits. At this time next year, there will be another Garuda. ”

Zi Ling and Bing Yang looked at each other, both surprised. This vast snow-capped mountain is difficult to survive and inaccessible. Master Garuda has lived here alone for thirty years. The fortitude of his heart can be imagined.

Zi Ling also learned from Bingyang's appearance, bowed deeply to Jialuo, and said respectfully: "Master, your cultivation is a character, and the juniors really respect it. But Zi Ling's face immediately showed a hesitant expression, as if muttering to himself: "Now it is extremely difficult to do." Bingyang's old wounds have passed, and he has received the great mercy of the master. He must be grateful in his heart, how can he fight against the master now? If I am the only one to fight against the master, won't the master have a bad reputation for bullying the small and bullying the weak?"

If Garuda wasn't a Buddha cultivator, he would have wanted to spit on Zi Ling's face. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a dark face: "Then according to you, how can we compete so that the poor monk will not have a bad reputation?"

Zi Ling's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "Master, in my opinion, the current situation, martial arts is not only unfair, but also extremely hurtful. Why don't we change our fighting style?"

"A different way of fighting?" Garuda looked confused.

"For example, it's better than playing chess. Zi Ling squeezed her eyes, looking like she had succeeded in her conspiracy.

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After three rounds.

Naturally, it was Garuda who failed miserably.

Garuda was not discouraged when he lost.

Zi Ling was a little embarrassed, feeling that she had taken advantage of it. So she sincerely comforted Garuda: "Master, in fact, you play chess much better than my apprentice Jin Man." ”

"The poor monk's skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow to the wind. Garuda smiled. He had a fierce face, but as the years passed, the edges and corners of his face had become more and more kind.

"The road ahead is tough. The poor monk doesn't know if letting you go today will help you or harm you. Garuda's expression was a little hesitant.

"The master is benevolent and righteous, and has the grace of reinvention for Bingyang, and the righteousness of fulfillment for us. We can't repay it. I can only be grateful in my heart. Bingyang bowed to Garuda and said seriously.

"Yes, yes, the master is a man, and he is quite kind. It is a righteous act for the Master to let us go today. Zi Ling also came over and said sincerely: "I have nothing to repay, I can only say thank you." ”

Garuda waved his hand and pointed to the distant mountains where the wind and snow were entangled, looking a little impatient: "Instead of telling me these scenes, you might as well plan for future troubles." ”

After speaking, Garuda turned around and immersed himself in the cauldron of horned vipers like a treasure in his heart, and no longer bothered with Zi Ling and the others.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang looked at each other and smiled, and walked out of the warm yurt together, heading towards the trouble they were about to face.

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In the midst of the heavy aroma, smoke rises.

If the music is near and far away, it will come.

Such as a bead falling on the plate, such as the neighing of a war horse, such as a mountain waterfall.

After the song is over, the aftermath lingers.

But suddenly, there was a burst of warm applause.

A woman, dressed in red and holding a jade-necked Yueqin, came from the smoke of the light and extinction.

This woman, wearing a red veil, only showed a pair of eyes.

But those eyes are actually willow eyebrows, which are quite breathtaking.

It's just that the woman's demeanor is solemn, and there is even a hint of gloom.

She snorted coldly and said, "It's really strange that there are people here." ”

This voice formed a huge contrast with the woman's beautiful eyes, and it was hoarse and ugly.

The living person who slapped the warm applause didn't care about the woman's snubbness at all, but said a little flatteringly: "This sister, your pipa plays so beautifully." ”

The woman glared coldly at the living person, and said impatiently, "This is Yueqin." ”

The living person felt a little embarrassed, blushed suddenly, and muttered, "They look so similar, you can't blame me." ”

The woman seemed to have lost interest in chatting with the living, and said coyly: "I don't see any similarities." She sighed, squinted at the living people who came, and said coldly, "You two, are you humans or ghosts?"

The living person was a little unconvinced: "The two of us, that is a talented woman, rich and handsome." How can my sister not even tell whether we are humans or ghosts?"

"Phew!" the woman couldn't bear it anymore, and almost screamed: "With the appearance of the two of you, you are still handsome?"

The living man touched his face, turned around again, and looked at a tall companion standing behind him, a little embarrassed, even a little annoyed.

The living and the companions, their hair was disheveled, their faces were dirty, and their clothes were dripping with snow.

The student angrily said to his companion behind him: "Look at it, look at your appearance, it's really a shame on me." ”

The companion touched his nose and said with a smile: "The wind and snow are so heavy outside, and you and I haven't washed for many days." It's not easy to maintain such a look. I have never disliked you, but you have devalued me. Besides, now that I am your man, it is useless for you to reject me. ”

The living man suddenly panicked: "You, don't talk nonsense. Why, why are you my man?"

The companion smiled even more happily: "Since one of my hearts has promised you, I am naturally your person." ”

The two of them, who couldn't tell whether they were humans or ghosts, were busy joking. The woman in red was furious: "You two, don't be presumptuous with me!

[21] Garuda: The god of the golden-winged bird, the mount of the great god Pyshnu in ancient Indian mythology.

[22] Eight Heavenly Gods: Buddhist protector gods.