The mirage flashed one scene after another, from the time the woman settled in this place, to the temple gradually becoming what it is today. During this period, it went through several repairs and repairs, and finally saved this last hall from collapsing.

It's strange to say that this woman has never appeared since the second batch of monks entered the mountain. Maybe it was because she moved somewhere else, after all, it was a bit unruly for a woman to live with a monk.

Wave after wave of monks arrived, repaired the hall, and wave after wave of monks died, burying bones in the back mountain.

This purple-dominated snake is multiplying more and more, and there are fewer and fewer monks willing to guard this broken temple.

In the end, only one old monk was left with the snakes in the mountains.

Every day of chanting, there is a snake that I don't know how many years old I don't know how many years old is lazily coiled on the Buddha's lap, swallowing the letter from time to time.

The old monk did this day after day, year after year, until one day, the old monk fell ill and could no longer walk. Lie in bed and close your eyes and wait for death.

The boy who inadvertently broke into this valley of death was bitten by a snake, covered in purple spots, and was supported by a mouthful of internal force.

Finally got into the house before the poison attacked.

When he woke up, the old monk with a cane had already cooked porridge for him, and also used the incense ash in the temple to detoxify him.

The homeless boy and the old monk, who is also alone, depend on each other.

Every morning bell and dusk drum, chanting every day.

Life is not chic, and even a little hard. But this old and young man never felt bitter, just guarded like this. No one knows what they are guarding.

The old monk didn't ask how the young man had such a strong internal force, and the young man didn't ask why the old monk lived here alone.

One old and one young, just guarding each other like this.

Finally one day, the old monk couldn't stand it anymore, and before he died, he wrote the word "no dispute" on a piece of paper.

The boy buried the monk and made a simple tablet out of wooden planks. With the word "no dispute", he went out of the mountains and stepped into the rivers and lakes.

The scenery in the mountains changes season after season, and there is nothing special anymore. Until one day, a young man who had passed the age of standing brought his wife and daughter to the grave of the old monk.

The Buddha has three pillars of incense, and the monk has one pillar of incense, this is the rule.

There was another thunderbolt, and after that, darkness returned outside, and it was already a snowy scene when it was lit up again.

The scent of the mindless mind was also replaced by the fresh scent after this thunder.

The room was speechless in shock. Such a spectacle is truly rare in the world.

Jian Wuzheng let out a long breath and calmed down slightly.

Pointing to the outside of the house: "I'll look for your young lady, you wait here." ”

The two martial artists glanced at each other. It's a big deal that Miss lost it, and it was blocked by a mirage just now, and there is a reason. Now that the mirage is gone, what kind of system will they nest here again?

The two grabbed a handful of incense from the incense burner in the house, put it in their arms, and chased after it.

The rest of the room is waiting for you to look at me, I will look at you.

The Xue family brothers nodded to each other, between the twins, there are many things that do not need words. A nod and a look will make you understand.

The two also grabbed the incense ash and chased it out.

The rest of the people are not willing to take any more risks, who knows if those snakes will come out again. I'd rather stay here.

Life or death, wait for the sun to rise tomorrow and then let God decide.