Jiaoze is sparse and the source is endless, and the ice and jade are cold around the city. The eagle and the mushroom are chaotic, and they occupy the rivers and lakes.

The city of Hangzhou is full of traffic, and people come and go. Liu Yibai and the three of them walked on the street, attracting countless people's attention, it is really Liu Ruyan's clear and beautiful appearance, such a peerless beauty is extremely rare in Hangzhou.

No one has the slightest jealousy of Liu Yibai who is sandwiched between the two, the talented and beautiful woman should be a perfect match, and it is not surprising that he embraces the left and the right.

More than eight feet, dotted with star eyebrows, Liu Yibai, who was indifferent, walked in the crowd, and was frequently secretly sent by Miss Lady Xiu, since entering the city yesterday, Liu Yibai found that the city has somehow revoked his wanted now.

After being recognized by Liu Ruyan and recovering his true truth, Liu Yibai has always shown his true face.

The registration for this martial arts new star conference is in full swing, and the venue is Ningxiang Pavilion, the leading boss in Hangzhou.

Liu Yibai is the first time to participate in this kind of grand event, and Ningxiang Pavilion is well known in the city, not only because it is a famous family in the martial arts, but also because all of its doors are women, all of whom are beautiful like flowers and have an extraordinary temperament. The common people of Hangzhou City also often wander around the Ningxiang Pavilion, and if they are lucky, they can also see a few female disciples who go out to do errands.

Hold any person on the street, and they can point out the location of your Ning Xiang Pavilion.

Liu Yibai naturally didn't need to ask passers-by, Liu Ruyan had already been a guest in the Ning Xiang Pavilion with Chu Yingxuan earlier, and he was familiar with the road.

"This benefactor, please stay. ”

An old voice came from behind Liu Yibai, and Liu Yibai instinctively looked back. I saw a monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but the old Long Zhong but with a ruddy face was looking at him, he was holding a golden demon pestle, and there were eight conspicuous ring scars on the top of his bare head, and the whole person seemed to melt into the air, and he couldn't feel the slightest breath.

Behind him was a twenty-nine-year-old monk wearing a novice robe with clear eyebrows, exuding a powerful aura all over his body, and he was also staring at him with a smile.

"Is this master calling?" Liu Yibai said strangely, he had never known any monks, could it be Huayuan?

"Exactly, the old man Xiaolin Temple Nianren wants to tell a story to the donor, I wonder if the donor can stay and listen?"

Nianren's deep pupils were full of wise eyes, and he looked at Liu Yibai kindly.

"Oh, Master Nianren, but it's okay to speak, the juniors listen to me!"

It's still early, so it's okay to listen to it, Liu Yibai is very curious about what story the old monk wants to tell him.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived in poverty with his father.

Later, the young man became obsessed with seeking immortals and worshipping the Buddha due to distress. The father saw that his son was chattering all day long and not doing farm work, so he persuaded him several times, but the young man ignored his father's words, and even regarded his father as an obstacle to his becoming an immortal, and sometimes spoke ill of his father.

One day, this young man heard others say that there was a monk who had attained enlightenment on a distant mountain, and he couldn't help but admire it, so he wanted to ask the monk for advice on the way to become a Buddha, but he was afraid that his father would stop him, so he secretly set off from home without his father's knowledge.

He trekked through mountains and rivers along the way, and went through hardships, and finally found the monk on the mountain. The monk received him warmly. During the banquet, after listening to his self-report, the monk was silent for a long time. When he asked the monk about the Dharma, he said, "If you want to become a Buddha, I can show you the way." After eating, you immediately go down the mountain and go all the way to your home, but if you meet someone who opens the door for you barefoot, this person is what you call a Buddha. As long as you serve him carefully and worship him as a teacher, why is it difficult to become a Buddha?"

When the young man heard this, he was overjoyed, so he thanked the monk and happily went down the mountain.

On the first day, he stayed in a farmhouse, and when the man opened the door for him, he looked carefully and found that the man was not barefoot.

The next day, he stayed in a wealthy house in a city, and no one opened the door for him barefoot. He couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

Day 3, Day 4...... He has stayed countless times along the way, but he has never met the barefoot opener mentioned by the monk. He began to have doubts about the barefoot opener that the monk said. When he approached his home, he was utterly disappointed. At dusk, he did not stay overnight, but went home overnight. It was midnight when he arrived at the door, and he knocked on the knocker with great difficulty. Inside the house, my father's old and frightened voice came: "Who?"

"I, your son. He replied dejectedly.

Soon, the door opened, and the emaciated father called his name and pulled him into the house. In the light, his father looked at him with tears in his eyes.

At this time, he looked down and suddenly found his father standing barefoot on the cold ground.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he remembered the words of the high monk, and he suddenly understood everything.

The young man burst into tears and fell to his knees in front of his father with a "plop".

........

Liu Yibai listened quietly and said calmly: "Master Nianren, you said this story to me, I don't know what the meaning is?"

"From love to worry, from love to fear, if you are separated from your lover, worry-free and fearless", when you reunite with your loved ones, you might as well think about the story that Lao Wei told you today.

The donor is very wise, and my Buddha has a fate, one day when you feel that your magic roots are deep, you can go to Xiaolin Temple to find me.

After you finished speaking, Nian Ren's steps were swaying, and it seemed that he had only taken one or two steps, but the person had already disappeared into the crowd.

"The great god of Buddhism is 'shrinking the ground into inches', and he is worthy of being a senior monk of Xiaolin Temple. ”

Qingqing opened his mouth wide, his face was full of disbelief, just now such an ordinary old monk was actually an enlightened monk of Xiaolin Temple. Looking at Liu Yibai, who was stunned and thoughtful, he couldn't help but comfort him in a coquettish voice: "White winter melon, even if this old bald donkey is a senior monk of Xiaolin Temple, you don't have to believe his nonsense." I don't know what to say, what kind of demon roots are deeply planted, and I don't know what to do. Big flicker, huh!"

"That's right, Brother Liu, how can there be a person in this world who predicts the future, Hugh has to listen to his nonsense. Liu Ruyan knew that Nianren's words just now had touched the softest place in Liu Yibai's heart, and she was afraid that he would think about it, so she hurriedly said.

"I'm fine, how can I believe these nonsense. Liu Yibai smiled faintly at the two.

It's just that Liu Yibai was extremely shocked in his heart, Na Nianren seemed to know that he hadn't seen his biological parents yet, and he also expected that something bad would happen when he was reunited with his relatives, so he deliberately told him such a story.

If things are as he says, then this man is terrifying.

Liu Yibai was worried all the way, and both of them also saw Liu Yibai's absent-mindedness, and they didn't bother with any interest, even the usually eccentric Qingqing was surprisingly quiet.

Soon, the three of them had already come to the door of the Ning Xiang Pavilion, although this Ning Xiang Pavilion was called a pavilion, but it became a world of its own. It covers a huge area, which is a quarter of the city of Hangzhou.