"How many times does it take for a person to live to understand?"

"Probably, I don't know how many times I lived. ”

"Hmm...... Shi Dong is a person who has died once. It's better to be careful. ”

......

"Zhizhi, are we going to go directly to the mountain?" Looking at the rich life scene at the foot of Wutai Mountain, Su Pingping could hardly open her legs, especially when passing by a steamed bun shop, the fragrance of meat buns and the sweetness of white-flour steamed buns were mixed together, which was particularly attractive.

Yang Jue looked back at Su Pingping, who was dripping on the ground, shook his head helplessly, weighed it in his heart, and said lightly:

"Now the town will rest for two days, no hurry. ”

"Wow! I know that I love you to death!" Su Pingping laughed and hugged Yang Jue's neck. Feeling the girlish breath on Su Pingping's body, Yang Juedeng's cheeks flushed and he was a little stunned......

"Shopkeeper, give me some white-flour steamed buns!" At this time, a monk came to the steamed bun shop and said pleasantly.

"Ouch, it's a master of Shanguan!" The shopkeeper obviously knew the monk, and when he saw the visitor, he smiled and wrapped more than a dozen steamed buns. Shanguan smiled and took out a dozen copper plates from his arms and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"Hey, Master Shanguan, this steamed bun should be our shop to honor the masters on the mountain. If it weren't for the high morality of the masters on the mountain, how could we, the little people who do business at the foot of the mountain, have such a good business?" said the shopkeeper with a smile. Shanguan smiled modestly when he heard this, said the Buddha's name, and no longer insisted, and took the money into his arms.

Su Pingping was standing in front of the bun shop and munched on the bun in her hand, not paying much attention, but the monk turned his head and glanced at Su Pingping. Su Pingping didn't feel it, but Yang Jue felt it first, and turned his head to look at the monk.

It's a ...... Beautiful monk!

A round head, thin willow eyebrows, large, round eyes, a straight nose, and a small red cherry mouth...... If it weren't for the obvious Adam's apple under the throat, the loud and handsome voice, and the three-inch short beard on the chin, Yang Jue would have thought that the monk in front of him was a woman pretending.

The monk sensed Yang Jue's gaze and shifted to meet Yang Jue's gaze. At this glance, the monk felt a little strange in his heart, and his brows furrowed slightly—this person felt somewhat familiar...... Immediately, the monk quietly and carefully observed Yang Jue, and suddenly, a figure appeared in the monk's heart, and the monk's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly. Then he showed a smile, folded his hands, and saluted Yang Jue.

Seeing this, Yang Jue also folded his hands and saluted Shanguan in return. Then, Shanguan carried the steamed bun and went up to Wutai Mountain.

"Shopkeeper, which temple is that Shanguan master just now?" Yang Jue handed the shopkeeper a tael of silver and asked by the way.

"Ouch, guest officer, the money you gave is a bit big, I can't find it!" the shopkeeper didn't answer, but said with some tears and laughter.

"It's okay, ten meat buns, ten vegetable buns, ten steamed buns, and the rest is the money to buy this news. Yang Jue waved his hand.

"Ouch, you are so generous, guest officer. This Master of Shanguan is the second disciple of the Supreme Master of Tayuan Monastery and the disciple of Master Zhiguan. Don't look at his fine skin and tender flesh now, in fact, Master Shanguan is in his forties. However, there are many temples in the entire Wutai Mountain, and I have never seen other masters look as beautiful as Master Shanguan. It's a shame to be a monk...... Ah, Amitabha, Amitabha, the Buddha atoned for his sins, the villain is lying and talking...... "The shopkeeper said a little preoccupied, and suddenly found that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly stopped and recited the Buddha's name.

"Tayuan Temple?" Yang Jue looked at the direction of Shanguan's departure, thoughtful. Back then, it was Master Zhiguan who invited Miss Zhu to come to Wutai Mountain, and Master Shanguan was the younger brother of Master Zhiguan, and it is very likely that he had met Miss Zhu. And this kind view is obviously seen by someone who looks a little like himself, and that kind of look will appear. Although Shanguan's eyes changed for a short time, Yang Jue still noticed the moment when Shanguan's heart vibrate.

"Hmm, do we want to go to Tayuan Temple?" Su Pingping asked vaguely with steamed buns.

"Don't worry, let's see. ”

......

In the next two days, Yang Jue asked the local residents in the small town at the foot of Wutai Mountain, especially the elderly.

"Miss Zhu! Miss Zhu is a good girl......"

"Dr. Zhu often treats me and doesn't charge money, he is a good person!"

Later, she lived in Wutai Mountain for more than a year, and then she never saw her again. ”

Yang Jue followed the train of thought, Dr. Zhu lived in Shi Yao Village for a year, and was invited by Xuanqing Palace to extend the doctor, but it was more than a month, and then he was invited to Wutai Mountain, and he lived for more than a year. Thinking about it, on Wutai Mountain, Miss Zhu should live quite comfortably, or there has been progress in medical pharmacology. Just a year later, where did it go?

Yang Jue was a little upset, it seemed that this matter still had to go to the Tayuan Temple to understand. For some reason, Yang Jue looked at the winding road up the mountain, and felt an inexplicable sense of irritability in his heart.

......

The next day, Yang Jue handed over a prayer post, specifying to visit Master Zhiguan. Because it was the presence of the Holy Son of the Demon Gate, the Tayuan Temple attached great importance to it. In fact, there should have been a Supreme Master to greet him, but the Supreme Master was over 70 years old, and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he could only let the eldest disciple, Master Zhiguan, greet him on his behalf.

Mount Wutai is different from other sects, and Mount Wutai itself is composed of multiple temples, each of which has its own characteristics and directions. Take Tayuan Temple as an example, Tayuan Temple is famous for its profound Buddhism, but there are few people who practice martial arts among its disciples. Guru Shanguan was awarded some punches and kicks because of his delicate bones, and Guru Zhiguan was proficient in pharmacology, and both of them followed Guru Suhyun to learn the Dharma. But the real martial arts sect is still in several temples such as Xiantong Temple, Bodhisattva Ding, Guangji Temple, and Ten Thousand Buddha Pavilion.

Therefore, the Supreme Master's status in Wutai Mountain is respected, but he does not know any martial arts at all. After Master Zhiguan welcomed Yang Jue and the others into the hall, Yang Jue looked around for a while, and then opened his mouth to say his intention.

"Amitabha, Lord Yang came here this time for Miss Zhu's business. Please sit down. Master Zhiguan sang the Buddha's horn to Yang Jue, and then walked into the inner courtyard. After a while, he took out an envelope and handed it to Yang Jue.

Yang Jue was a little strange and took out the letter in it. It looks like it's been a few years, and the letter paper is yellow. On closer inspection, the contents of this letter are similar to those left when he left the village, except that this time he did not specify where he went.

The handwriting is still the same. Seeing this, Yang Jue's brows tightened. At this point, the clue seems to be broken......