As soon as the mountain road turned, I saw the knife splitting the axe, and in the endless void in front of me, there was a bright moon floating, and everything under the mountain was in full view.

The flat forest desert at the foot of the mountain, the fields of Qianmo, under the moonlight, you can vaguely see a large area of the city in the distance, ten thousand households, that is Yucheng.

There was the sound of the wind whirring on all sides, and people seemed to suddenly become slightly like mustard grass, only the bright moon shone brightly in the distant distance under the mountain.

Looking around, the sea of clouds was vast and misty, and when an empty high heaven world descended, the wind blew very hard at night, and the three of them were also very cold and tired.

Rainy night.

The rain always comes quickly at night in late autumn, and the wind in the mountains and forests carries a heavy coolness, driving away the white mist and drifting down the mountain, and the shadow of the mountain peaks falls on the villages below the mountain more quickly.

The moon had been hidden, and the night, like a wide curtain, had quietly opened and covered the mountains.

All of a sudden, the mountains in the distance, the houses and trees in the vicinity, all changed from clear to blurred.

The day in the mountains and forests gradually disappears, the night fills the air, the deep blue sky, the moonlight is light, and there is always a faint mist in the forest, so that the road ahead looms.

High in the sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.

It is really sad to see the faint waning moon as if it were nothing, and to see it very close on the side of the mountain.

Leaving this lonely and empty mountain road, the flowers and plants seem to know people's intentions, revealing an indescribable calmness and trembling.

It was late at night.

The faint moonlight shone on the mountain road, and the treetops and the shadows of the fine flowers reflected a strange bleakness.

Mo Yan looked up and saw the little stars in the gray sky, faintly shining brightly, like a pair of tearful eyes.

The shadows grew thicker and darker, blending in with the night, but before long, they were silver-gray again by the moon.

The cold moon shone in the sky covered by dark clouds, and the cold in the mountains and forests of Koboji Temple swept through the empty wasteland and the silent night with the howling wind, sweeping all the way and screaming the roar of hunting.

Between Mo Yanren's standing gaze, the sky was already full of clouds.

"Whoa......

A tight gust of wind swept away rocks and sand, blowing all over the air, the shadows sank, and people were uncertain.

The gray-white fog rose from the mountain forest, and the dark clouds pressing on the top of the mountain became lower and lower.

After a while, the mountain peaks disappeared, the road could not be seen clearly, and it was dark all around.

The mountains are desolate, and there is no one to live in.

The cement on the ground was mixed, the autumn wind was bleak, the coat was cold, and there was no figure along the way.

At this moment, the mountains and forests seem to be vast, and only the shadows are shaking.

As soon as the wind passed, the raindrops as big as beans and arrows generally fell diagonally from the air, hitting the ground with dust everywhere, and the earth was smoky.

The autumn night brings a cool wind, and the little half-fairy can't help but shiver.

Now the air can be described as gloomy and cold in an instant, and when the little half-immortal was just seriously injured and stood in the wind, the figure looked particularly thin.

Faced with the situation at this moment, Xiao Banxian shuddered, the current phenomenon is really miserable.

Seeing that Xiao Banxian was shivering with cold, Mo Yan also knew that his injury was very serious, so he gave Xiao Banxian his coat to wear.

Passing through the hillside covered with towering trees and layers of vegetation, several people gradually appeared at the end of the mountain road.

Suddenly, a large forest appeared on the high ground on the front side, surrounded by acres of fields on all sides, but there were no houses in the shadows.

Looking up at the sky, the stars and the moon are lightless, like rain.

After a little further walk, it was pitch black, with occasional raindrops in the wind.

At this moment, a clear voice came, "If the three donors don't dislike it, let's stay in the temple for one night." ”

A faint voice that seemed to come from the sky, although it was soft and low, it was like thunder to the little half-immortal, and he not only heard it clearly, but also jumped up as if he had been shaken.

The little half-immortal was secretly startled, although he was injured, but his vigilance was still there, listening to this person's voice was only two feet away from him, but he didn't notice it at all.

Xiao Banxian glanced at Mo Yan, and Mo Yan said in a deep voice: "Go and take a look." ”

The three of them continued to walk forward, and sure enough, two feet away, there was a gray-clothed monk with a white beard and white eyebrows, and the gray-clothed monk saw the three of them clasping their palms together and chanting the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the three donors are kind-hearted, please come with the old monk." ”

"Amitabha, good, good. ”

The gray-clothed monk shook his head with a wry smile, folded his hands in front of him, and after saluting the little half-immortal and his party, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were closed, and he didn't say much, and his gray face showed a relieved smile.

The little half-immortal stood still and didn't move, this old monk came too strangely, and now two of the three of them were injured, and he had to guard against it. He looked at the old monk carefully, the old monk was indeed a mortal, and the aura and spiritual power around him were no different from ordinary people, but the more he was like this, the more suspicious he became.

So the three of them were dumbfounded, you look at me, I look at you, this monk is so surprising, all three of them are frightened.

"Could it be that this monk is waiting for them on purpose?"

In fact, there is no doubt that this monk is sitting in the middle of the road and waiting for them.

But people always felt that there was hope, so they all sat silently and waited.

The gray-clothed monk sat cross-legged, his hands pressed his knees, his face was gloomy, he was silent for a long time, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he wore a black robe, and sat quietly opposite the little half-immortal group, and the Buddha beads in his hands were slowly twisted one by one.

The old monk smiled and said, "What, are you afraid that the old monk will harm you?"

The question was not loud, not harsh, or aggressive.

But when he spoke, there seemed to be a surging energy in his voice, which poured straight into the brains of everyone around him, causing the three of them to suddenly feel that their hearts and souls were all intimidated by their internal forces, and they couldn't break free.

"This kind of moment has to be guarded against. The little half-immortal smiled and spoke.

"Look at the mountain. The old monk opened his mouth and pointed to the mountain.

And when the three of them turned their heads to look, they saw the light of the fire flickering and extinguishing.

"Let's go, they're coming down, and they won't be able to leave when it's too late. The old monk spoke.

"Where does the master want to take us?" The three of them looked at each other, Mo Yan nodded to the little half-immortal, and the little half-immortal replied.

"Naturally, it's Koboji Temple. The old monk smiled.

Listening to the words of this master, slowly, the little half-immortal understood relief.

Don't be trapped in love, don't mess up your heart, everything in the world has its own fate, and all the obstacles and reluctance are because you can't let go.

The pursuit of fame and fortune is obsession, infatuation with love is persistence, and being trapped in it is also caused by obsession.

The deep meaning of obsession, like the deep meaning of life, is handled indifferently and calmly.

Mysterious and moving, but it is not as real and affectionate as usual, so that we are empty, good and evil.

Therefore, a practitioner does not have to show off his supernatural powers, nor should he be attached to supernatural powers, and in the same way, he should have a normal mind when dealing with people with supernatural powers.

But how could the little half-immortal not know where in the world is not red dust?

Don't you know that the paradise is also a secular family?

And the floating world also has a clear stream, and you can also sit and meditate.

Buddha cloud, the heart is pure, the land is pure, the heart is peaceful, the heart is safe, and the world is peaceful.

The world is like a mirror, reflecting the shadow and the heart, sometimes the little half-immortal feels that he is a gentleman, and sometimes he is willing to be a mortal, indulge in the world, and never fall into the sense of impermanence.

At this time, the little half-immortal was in the rain curtain, hazy, and could see the Hongfa Temple in the distance.

The little half-immortal thought about it, there is only one temple in this mountain, Hongfa Temple, and now they are injured, and there is no carriage, they will be found wherever they go, and the most dangerous place is the safest place!

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