Let's say that the wise monk who sat upright in the rain and was silent, his face was pale, his fingers were like flowers, and his fingers finally hung down weakly. His hands hung down and he lay in front of his knees, and there was no more sound.

The rain flowed artesianly, and there was a loud noise. Drops of rain flowed through his bent fingers, over his simple monk's robes, and over his benevolent brows. and even gradually flowed down the limbs to the ground, slowly converging into a trickle within reach in front of the old monk.

The monk's face was pale and silent, but under the closed eyes, the originally cloudy eyes became dark and bright, like a baby descending, not touching the dust.

Above the main hall, the Buddha statue is kind and compassionate, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The little monk didn't know the scriptures, although he sat down and practiced for many years in the old monk who could raise the dragon, what he read and learned was only the basic scriptures, as for those mortal causes and effects, how could he have heard of it. He was so emotional that he blurted out the word dead.

The little monk's voice is loud and his language is sad. was a happy age, but he was dyed with a sad face early. Without waiting for the monk's speech reaction who did not wear a white monk's robe and changed to a gold-plated robe, the next monk came out of his consciousness and said "the word noise" in unison

The monk who did not call Huijue but called Juehui raised his benevolent eyes and looked at the little monk with a sad face, looking pity. With a slight wave of his gilded robe, the yellow-clothed warrior monk at the head of the head came out with a short stick with eyebrows, and his arrest was to be determined.

is just arresting the little monk, because of the invitation to flatter, not waiting for the arrest of the little monk to be determined, due to self-pushing, but fell down a lot of monks.

Monk Juehui's face was majestic, he coughed lightly twice, and the warrior monks pulled the little monk out half-pushing.

The treasure hall is majestic, and its momentum is bright.

A group of monks walked and retreated, making King Kong angry. Before he could push into the meditation room in the backyard, a gust of wind suddenly came to the clouds, blowing the Buddha hall and making a rumbling sound. Monk Juehui sits upright on the ground, his left hand hangs down, his palm is facing inward, his index finger is straight to the ground, his nails touch the ground, and the magic mark is formed.

The gale stopped.

The sound of the law is in unison, and the cigarettes are rising.

After a moment's wait, calm returned. The monks chant the Dharma. Happiness knows no bounds.

It's just that what they don't know is that the Buddha who was sitting majestically in the middle quietly changed his mudra, his thumb and index finger clasped the circle, and each finger naturally stretched, turning the wisdom fist seal into the Dharma seal.

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Zhang Xu helped Yuan Kuanliang to look back, looked at the young man with a smile, and waited for him to agree to go together. Unexpectedly, the little girl who looked quite delicate and beautiful slashed Zhang Xu in the blink of an eye. His face with a gentle smile couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. For a while, it was indescribable.

"I'm making my own feelings. ”

The man's face was helpless, and he turned his head slightly. It's just that this weak young man who can't help but be full of scholarly elegance and this beautiful little girl are walking in such a deep forest and a demonic place, and I really can't rest assured. Without waiting to take two steps, Zhang Xu turned back again.

"Little brother, you and I don't say that Pingshui meets, and the mountains and rivers are each other's bosom friends. But at least, it is an indisputable fact that we share hardships, no matter how despicable Zhang is, he will not do anything despicable and shameless to the two of you dolls. "The man is kind and persuasive.

My sister-in-law waved her hands and waved her sleeves, but she refused.

The young man's face was a little hesitant, and he thought that the two of them were traveling alone, and they were inexplicably sleeping with her.

He looked up into the distance, only to see that there was still a deep place in sight in front of him. Thinking about it, although most of the encounters on the road were thrilling and dangerous, there were still a lot of painful scars left in the bottom of the young man's heart.

He had some of the same temptation in front of him.

"Li Zhiyu, have you forgotten Wen Zhiliang?" the girl suddenly interjected and asked.

The hesitant young man with a hesitant face suddenly changed, no longer hesitating, and waved his hand straight.

The hearts of the people are sinister, and the world is hot and cold!

He calmed down a little, learned Zhang Xu to clasp his fists and bowed down: "The kid is grateful to Dade for the hero's kindness, and it is innumerable." As the saying goes, there are times when we gather and disperse, and the end is uncertain. Today, I went through a tribulation with many knights, and I really felt that it was a great joy in my life. But the two of us do have important matters, so please forgive me for not traveling together. "The boy has a board and a look, and he learns from the same. Although the words are quite desolate and heroic, but this young man who is only twelve or thirteen years old and has experienced the ups and downs of the world understands what it means to be sad and not bow his head?

Zhang Xu couldn't help laughing, and the nervous mood that had been slashing all the way was said a lot by the young man's words. Although I still feel a little depressed and dull, it is undoubtedly much better than before.

He smiled heartily, no longer acting like a scholar and scribe, and the man turned and walked straight.

Zhang Xu walked away heroically, thinking that since he couldn't force it, then don't force it. I couldn't walk more than two steps, but unexpectedly, there was a short old man with a golden dragon in his hand, riding on a very divine horse, roaring. The chic and heroic man couldn't turn back, but was splashed with mud by the horse's galloping hooves.

This is the ground after the heavy rain at the beginning, and the forest is deep and secluded, the grass is green, it is naturally a good place to conserve water, the horse is galloping, and the horse is very. Without waiting for Zhang Xu to hesitate to react, the mud had already been splashed on the man's chic figure.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is this called the negative knife to drag away, not to cut people. The beautiful woman suddenly smiled, and her words were playful.

The woman's face is like a spring breeze blowing willows, adding a lot of color in the secluded forest at the beginning of the morning glow.

The man was not ashamed or annoyed, and reached out to wipe the splattered mud on his face. As he was about to see where the wild horse was going, he was dumbfounded. The brute, who lacked discipline, actually ran to the little girl who was a little unreasonable with an affectionate face, and rubbed her pretty little face.

The horse neighed lightly, and it was not for many years.

The "beauty" girl shouted happily, reaching out to hug the horse's head that was rubbing lightly, with indescribable joy and excitement. The fierce wild horse licked the grass and licked her, unusually soft.

Zhang Xu was helpless.

"Hey, didn't you see my old man sitting on top of his horse? The old man, who had not seen him for a long time, blew his hair and stared, and there was a grievance of being ignored. The young man looked for a sound, and saw that the old man was surrounded by the big Jiao that had been fighting with the black tiger for a long time, and his beard and hair were no longer as before, quite a bit of a well-behaved appearance of a horse meeting Zhao Qingrou. It's just that sometimes I raise my head, sometimes I bend my body, and I have a little more delicate taste.

One fish and one Jiao is a rare harmony.

The boy smacked his tongue and was silent.

The girl glanced at the short old man with disgust, and there was some self-evident deterrence in her eyes. She stretched out her slender arm and grabbed the old man's drooping beard. With a loud sound, the old man fell abruptly from his horse, and the maiden sat down on the horse with a triumphant expression, and stretched out her arms to the young man.

The morning breeze came, just like the plum forest that day.

Zhang Xu was dumbfounded, his feelings were all fucking acquaintances, and the man was helpless, standing up and watching the dynamics.

In the end, I don't know if it was the old man with a dragon around his body who persuaded the girl, or the young man who pondered for a long time and formulated a countermeasure. The stubborn girl lived on the horse, and the young girl who had just left the rivers and lakes and many high-rollers went to one place.

Let's say that the two wisps of ghosts that appeared in the palace before wandered all the way, wandering and wandering, returning to the remote village that was not inhabited by the outside world, returning to the mass grave in the north of the village, returning to the deep and secluded place that they had walked to twenty years ago, and finally gradually disappeared into the dense deep forest.

The road is difficult, the rain-soaked path is quite muddy, and the large number of people in the group makes it extremely slow. Originally, it was only a two-day journey, but when more than a dozen people walked together, it took more than five days. Although the journey was difficult, Zhang Xu felt happy and happy that he did not meet those mountain spirits and wild charms who went out of the forest to find food on the return trip, which was also a good thing.

About five or six miles away from the village, the old man with a clear face and a thin figure stood alone at the entrance of the village, waiting for him. When the figure of the guest finally became clear and could even see the bloodstained clothing on the group, the old man bowed and bowed, and his body fell straight down.

"I'm ashamed of you knights!" the old man said and lay down.

Three days later, Zhang Xu and Kaishan Ape and his entourage left the village, and on that day the village was evacuated, and the coffin of the old man was moved into a mass grave.

In the plum forest, the scholar in Tsing Yi untied the heavy basket wrapped around his back and stood up with the help of the handle of the hoe. He staggered to his feet and smiled at the snow-white fox.

The fox hissed in its throat and ran with its claws raised. Without getting close to the scholar in Tsing Yi, it suddenly stopped moving forward, suddenly stopped its rushing body, and suddenly felt a little strange when it looked at the Tsing Yi.

"Eight hundred years of spring and autumn, the moon is dusk, and people fold the wall. Eight hundred years of spring and autumn years, how to remember. The snow-white fox pressed its claws and did not move, turning around and wanting to leave.

Zhang Haiju finally got up on the ground, although he liked it when he looked at the snow-white fox, he didn't force it. When he saw it turn away, he didn't feel that it was not very proper.

Although the beauty is beautiful, it is not the Zhao Qingrou who is broken in his heart after all.

He held the rain-soaked oil-paper umbrella in one hand and patted the mud on his body with the other. The mud hanging all over the body not only did not decrease, but showed more and more trends.

The young man sighed in a low voice. Since the more he wipes it, the more it wipes, the more he wipes it, he simply ignores it, and unbuttons his shirt to take off the Confucian shirt, but although the rain is gone, the cold wind is not abated after all. The scholar had no choice but to give up, and carried the bamboo box and the paper umbrella.

"The journey is drowsy, and the journey is difficult. If it is those scholars who have been famous for a long time, what a sigh will they make. The scholar asked softly, and after walking only a few steps, he suddenly paused and replied to himself: "If it is such a great Confucian celebrity, it should be why not chant and walk slowly, bamboo and mango shoes are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng." ”

Zhang Haiju thought of this, and turned his sorrow into joy.

The snow-white fox followed the scholar from a distance, walking slowly. One person and one fox, never knew each other, and went to the front together.