The women's long-sleeved snow wrists stir up thousands of stratus clouds undulating. The young man's body was exhausted, his breath was weak, and in his confusion, he had already let go of his fingers that were grasping the root joints, and was swept by the dark tide of the black water to the boundary a hundred meters away from here.

He was groggy, his eyes were foggy, and he looked at the misty scene around him, and everything that appeared in his eyes became more and more unreal, if it weren't for the burning of the places where he was hit such as his chest and shoulders, and the bitter pain in his heart, I am afraid that the young man would still feel that he was in a dream, and the previous encounter was like a big dream.

"Sir, it is only now that Zhiyu understands the strange view of this world, although it is far away, it is not something that ordinary people like us can ask for. "The young man spoke softly, and his breath was weakened to the extreme.

On the high shore, the monks who meditated and chanted sutras had tears in their eyes, and their faces were unrecognizable. If it weren't for the bright glow that floated behind him, I am afraid that what outsiders would see would be another miserable and gloomy picture.

"When you come, you are alone, and when you go, you should be alone, so that you can live up to the reading of mountains and rivers over the years and what you have learned in the world. It's just that over the years, although I have walked through countless mountains and rivers, I still feel that something is missing as a monk. Now that the dream has come true, the monk knows that the thing that is missing is you. Liu Zenghui's eyes were full of tears, his hands and feet drooped, and his serious meditation posture had been relaxed. If it weren't for the cold wind blowing on his face from time to time, I'm afraid the monk would have been unable to support it and fell on the river.

"Monk, I won't have the right result after all!

In the Lingming Temple, on the towering treasure hall standing in the middle, there are one hundred and eight monks wearing colorful robes. It's just that at this time, although the arrangement of the monks is still complete, the pearlescent Buddha shrines in the room are no longer the brilliant scene of purple qi coming from the east, but are empty and colorful, and there is little prestige.

Suddenly, before the monks who were sitting upright and holding their breath to hold their breath, they all fell down, leaving only a pant of breath.

If someone pushes the door at this time, you will see those monks in gorgeous robes lying horizontally one by one, covered with dust, and there is still the slightest posture of a great monk.

"I can't imagine that this demonic cultivation is so terrifying to such a realm, if it weren't for our profound Buddhism, I'm afraid it would have turned into a pile of white bones!" The old monk with long eyebrows and chest sighed softly, and there was still a hint of joy in his eyes that were almost narrowed into a slit.

"Senior brother, of course. How do I say Lingming Temple, but also a hundred years of luck. What is a place where a mere demon can get away with it? The monk with a long silk strip on his chest touched his bare head, squinting at the monks around him, as if he was secretly comparing their own cultivation.

When the long-eyebrow monk saw someone talking, his eyebrows rose, and he was about to watch and look at Weide. But before he turned around, the man's snickering eyes had already come, but the two of them stared at each other, and sparks were faintly visible. Immediately, the monk's surprised gaze turned calm again, and there was no longer the slightest hint.

Most of the monks on the left and right are in the same situation, or there are a very small number of monks who have cultivated to the advanced level, so that they do not fall down and are already weak. It's just that the heaving chest of loud panting is enough to show how strong the deep exhaustion in my heart is.

"Zenghui, it's empty. The old monk came to the riverbank at some point, and he looked at the emaciated figure in front of him, both sighing and hiding a trace of relief in his eyes.

Liu Zenghui, who was stunned, ignored it, and there was still a bit of sourness and bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

"Since the work has been completed, you should add ten years of karmic results to your entry into my door. The old monk suddenly smiled softly at the gloomy canopy, and his thin fingers swaggered lightly at the surface of the river. But in a moment, a striking red light flashed, and the wooden fish with many cracks suddenly returned to the old monk's hand. It's just that the wooden fish at this time is no longer as brilliant and aura as before, but full of cracks, like the withered roots of ordinary old trees, how can there be such auspicious aura as before.

"Master!" Liu Zenghui turned around and looked at the old monk who was still kind.

Without waiting for another speech, Liu Zenghui was obviously tired and had fallen straight down, and the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time did not wait to answer after all.

"Why bother. The old monk looked at the water speechlessly, and bowed down to wash the white monk's robe on his body.

In Lingming Temple, the faces of the two monks who had been beaten by the master flashed with a burst of blueness.

Because the little monk Yunse is quite perceptive, this blue and white color flashed for a moment and turned into a normal appearance, but he sometimes stretched out his hand to scratch his head and sometimes his face was relieved, so that the monk next to him, who was sometimes hesitant and sometimes happy, couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Senior brother, do you understand what Master said earlier? Yun Sechi asked.

Chengguan pretended to be clever, neither nodding yes nor shaking his head to say no. Instead, he looked at the junior brother who was full of hope a few times curiously, and suddenly raised his hand and knocked the round head of the little monk with a serious face.

Lingming Temple three into the layout, in addition to the main hall outside the small pagoda to worship the Buddha shrine, is the temple in the temple of some fire monks and those good men and women to stay in the place. At this time, there was a noisy shout from the most majestic hall in the temple, which was very different from the past.

"This demon is really powerful, not only good at those methods of seducing people's spirits, but also very good at the ups and downs of the world's trends. Today, the monk, I made a mistake. A wail was heard, followed by the sound of falling one after another. The monks with solemn appearances between the ordinary and ordinary are scattered one by one, each hugging the corner.

Yunse and Chengguan were babbling, and they couldn't take two steps from each other before they started laughing and playing again. The two of them walked slowly and gradually to the top of the main hall.

Yunse raised her hands and was about to push open the closed door, but before her hands and feet could exert her strength, there was already a noise in the hall.

The two of them only vaguely heard someone say that the Dharma was not understood, which led to a big disaster. Or someone said that the man named Liu Zenghui should not be taken in that year, otherwise there would be many incidents now. Or say something about the profundity of the demon law or something, but after the monks of Yunse and Chengguan pushed the door into the hall, those noisy monks turned into silence again, and there was no sound at all. It is as if the previous noise is an illusion of six roots, and it is not recognized.

"Uncle!" all the monks hurriedly shouted in unison when they saw someone pushing the door into the hall. As for the monks who took a step slower and fell to the ground, they turned their heads vigorously, as if they were afraid that the two young but extremely senior monks in front of them would blow some crooked wind and rain and disgrace their reputation.

Yun Se is a child's heart in the end, as soon as he saw everyone shouting Uncle in unison, his delicate face turned red in an instant. He stared blankly at everyone and hurriedly waved his hand as a sign of politeness.

"Many seniors don't have to be polite. The little monk was hesitant, waving his hands and bowing his waist, how could he dare to say the slightest more, as if he was afraid that a small mistake of his own would lead to everyone's misunderstanding.

Chengguan is much older than Yunse, and he has been in the market for many years, and his experience is not comparable to Yunse, a monk who grew up in the rules of Buddhism since childhood. How not to hear the blame in the mouths of the previous crowd. He looked up coldly at the faces that everyone had glanced at, and a slight sneer quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Many seniors don't have to be polite. And my brother and sister have come here on Master's orders to see if you are okay. It's just that I've seen many seniors fall on their backs everywhere, and I guess many seniors are also really hardworking, and the injuries are not light. I would like to invite Master to take a pot of medicine for you. Monk Chengguan spoke quickly, and couldn't wait to take out a green gourd from his waist and throw it away at the monks. Then he took the little monk's hand and left quickly to the outside world, leaving only a series of footsteps in the corridor.

Yunse was confused, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to the monks, so he had to shout something Don't blame the master, and let him apologize for the words that he came to the door one day. The two walked for a long time, and finally gradually slowed down.

"Senior brother, you have been covering your mouth and snickering since you left the hall. Why is this?" the little monk was puzzled in his heart, and stretched out his hand to break away from the palm that was tightly grasped by the Chengguan monk, and looked at the monk who still had a smile on his face with a puzzled expression.

Chengguan covered his mouth and snickered, ignoring the doubts of his junior brother. Just babbling something "Let you bully me and the little junior brother, let you bully me and the little junior brother." The monk smiled and smiled.

The little monk was confused, still a little bit unsure of the meaning of the words in the words of the Chengguan monk. He touched the bald head and furrowed his good-looking brow.

With a soft bang, Monk Chengguan knocked Yunse's head hard.

"Senior brother, what are you doing here?" The little monk touched the bald head that was a little painful with one hand, and a trace of grievance appeared on his delicate little face.

Chengguan chuckled and said, "Senior brother is taking the ordination for you!"

"Oh," the little monk replied depressedly, and gradually left the solemn hall with Chengguan.

In front of the river embankment, the old monk swept Liu Zenghui's shoulder with one hand, and gently rubbed the wooden fish with the slightest nick with the other. At that time, the young man in front of him, who had not yet become a monk, was so freshly dressed and angry, and Tsing Yi was romantic. But now, his face is already full of wrinkles and vicissitudes, and only the appearance of mental weakness remains.

"At that time, who would have expected this. Who would have thought that a handsome young man would be able to provoke the beams and make such merits. The old monk's tone was embarrassed, and a little bit of regret and a trace of guilt hidden in his eyes could still be seen on his old face.

"Senior brother, the past is all with the wind. Liu Zenghui grabbed the old monk's shoulder with his backhand and didn't say much.

The two of them put their hands on each other, and they didn't dare to look to the side for a long time.

Under the water, the woman in red was knocked over by the big bell of the temple, and at this time her breath was not smooth, and the water sleeves like spiritual snakes were also dragged to the ground, and there was no longer the slightest wave. She looked at the scene left and right in a daze, and at this time, the traces of the wood were about to die, but gradually became full of beauty, and she was no longer in many words.

"At that time, you said to me that there was a lot of romance before the flower, but now I am alone under the water, enjoying the miserable suffering of the world. As for you, you alone bear me and don't want to bear the people of this state. You're really amazing, Liu Zenghui!" she cried again, her chest rising and falling, and the water waves stirring in front of her once again rippled countless times.

The boy had already fainted, and naturally he had never heard the woman's shouting at this time. Only in the daze, it seems to have come to a deep and secluded realm, where there are flowers, grass and trees, birds pecking at food, there are clear springs and streams, and the world's entertainment seems to be all in this place. But after a long journey and twists and turns, the young man suddenly realized that there was a hidden paradise with all things in the world, and there was only a little bit of fireworks in the world.