There is a slightly higher hill not far from Zhongming Village, and as the saying goes, every temple dwells on a high place, there is indeed a temple on this small hill.

The temple is called Ryoiji.

Outside the well, there is an incense burner two feet high, and there is a small pavilion on the edge of the mountain, and in the small pavilion there is a stone table, and on either side of the stone table sit two people, one looks to be about thirty years old, wearing a black cotton trench coat, and his long hair is tied with a ribbon on the top of his head, hanging down behind him, and a long sword is placed on his side, and the other is wearing a gray monk's robe, bald, about fifty or sixty years old.

Neither of them spoke, but quietly looked at the pot of water boiling on the stone table, and in just a moment, the water vapor wafted out of the pot.

The small pavilion is very quiet, you can hear the Sanskrit chanting in the temple, obviously the monks are doing evening classes, looking down from the pavilion, you can see the fire in Zhongming Village.

The monk picked up the tea leaves on the table, opened the teapot, and poured the tea leaves into it, and as soon as the tea leaves touched the boiling water, they emitted a fresh fragrance.

"There is no good tea in the temple. The monk said.

"It's good to have tea to drink, not to mention that there are people to accompany you. ”

"Why did the donor come to such a dilapidated temple in such a small place?" the monk glanced at the chaos in Zhongming's village.

"Isn't it strange that I used to think that the more noisy people are, the stronger they are, but now I think that the strong like to hide themselves in silence?"

The monk poured two cups of tea. "This kind of question should be answered by the strong person in your mouth. ”

There seemed to be a wind blowing in the pavilion, and there were fallen leaves, but the wind seemed to be very sharp, and the fallen leaves were split in two and blown outside the pavilion.

"I've seen a lot of noisy people, but they're not even qualified to listen to questions, let alone answer them. ”

The monk was still calm, and he blew on the hot tea. "Maybe you should go down and ask the guests who have only been in Zhongming Village for a short time, there should be someone better suited than me to listen to your questions, and can also answer your confusion. ”

The middle-aged swordsman raised an eyebrow. "Why are some people willing to be lonely?"

At this time, the pavilion began to shake, and the middle-aged swordsman glanced at Zhong Ming Village, and then he stared at the monk, as if he wanted to use the sharpness of his eyes to dissect why this person was so calm.

The monk raised his eyes to meet him, his eyes calm. "Loneliness is the norm in life, no one is willing to be lonely, it's just that some people are not willing to be lonely in different ways. ”

Swordsman said. "No wonder people don't like to deal with monks, because monks are as sleek as bald. ”

"Haha...... The donor laughed, if you meet such a sharp person as the donor, if you don't be a little more tactful......"

The middle-aged swordsman placed his sword on the table, and then drank the tea that was already a little cold.

He pushed the hilt of the sword up a little with his thumb, and the edge of the sword seemed to leak out, and he pushed the sword back into the scabbard, quietly looking at the monk opposite him.

After two seconds, the pavilion began to tilt, the section was clean and smooth, and the monk's robe was slightly broken, but the monk's face remained unchanged.

"The pavilion is old anyway, and it's time to repair it. ”

The middle-aged swordsman already feels bored, if a person is so forbearing, it can arouse the cruelty of others, because people always want to see where the limits of others are, but such a person is too cowardly in his opinion, people can be silent, and silence can make people learn a lot, but if it is not suitable for silence, it will lose more important things.

"Would you be angry if I killed all the people in this temple?" the swordsman stood up with his sword.

The monk said lightly. "You can try. ”

Just when the atmosphere of the two had entered a turbulent state, from the direction of Zhongming Village, a person with a wine jug appeared in the sky.

"On this big night, two men are talking and drinking tea here, isn't it a bit out of place?"

It was Mo Yixi who came.

He landed in the pavilion and poured wine over the empty glass on the table, and he said to the monk.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, is Master Quanshi okay?"

The monk replied. "It's good, it's just that when you're older, people always want to be clean, and it's a little unaccustomed to being so lively all of a sudden. ”

Mo Yixi walked up to him with a smile and gently patted Quanshi's shoulder. "Haha...... I'm a person who likes to be lively, and I'm in a dull panic, I wonder if Master Quanshi should continue to discuss the topic from more than ten years ago?"

Fountain Stone Road. "Lord Mo was already amazing and glamorous more than ten years ago, and now it is even more unfathomable. ”

Mo Yixi chuckled. "There is nothing unpleasant about what the monk said, I think women have a misunderstanding about the monk, in fact, the monk is the most coaxing. ”

Quanshi was a little displeased by Mo Yixi's joke. Mo Yixi didn't mean to stop at all. "Master Quanshi can live in this broken place for decades, and his pure heart and few desires have reached such a state, which is admirable, but people have lived too long, and it is inevitable that it will be boring, do you want to go to Yuyang City with me to have fun, anyway, there is nothing interesting in this broken temple, and those chicks with red sleeves have already become amorous......"

Although Mo Yixi was talking and laughing, the nerves of the middle-aged swordsman were tense, and his sword could pop out of the scabbard at any time, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He originally came for Mo Yixi, from the moment he knew that Mo Yixi had returned to Liuyun Sect, his heart was a little boiling, more than ten years ago when Mo Yixi passed by the Xuandao Sect, he decided to take Mo Yixi as his goal, and now Mo Yixi was in front of his eyes, but he was nervous and couldn't act.

Fountain Stone Road. "Isn't Lord Mo a little too casual?"

Mo Yixi said. "The most important thing for people is to be casual, and if you do everything like the one standing there, it will only add pressure to yourself. ”

The swordsman didn't say anything when he heard this, because he knew that the reason why people can be calm and casual is because of their strength, and the strong can be free in front of the weak, but the weak must not behave casually in front of the strong.

But he decided to at least give it a try.

......

Yi Ming encountered something.

He was held back by a little boy because something was wrong with his father and he wanted to get help, but no one would help him.

Yi Ming is a person with an excess of sympathy, and at the same time a little too much curiosity, often he can choose to avoid things, he always has to choose to participate, because if things are avoided, he will never know what will happen next......

Of course, there is only one way to go.

The little boy anxiously led Yi Ming into a small alley, and then turned in front of the dilapidated house behind. Yi Ming can see from the details that the child is not lying, and the anxiety and fear are real.

The house is very old, but it is very clean when you enter the room, it is a single room, and in the corner of the room there is a broken wooden bed, and a thin man is lying on the bed, writhing in great pain.

Yi Ming's pupils contracted slightly, this person's appearance was very similar to the dead corpses he had seen before, the little boy walked to the bed, crying and calling his father, Yi Ming also walked to him, he wanted to see why people became like that, he had a lot of things he couldn't understand, but he was not afraid of the unknown, because he knew that as long as he faced the doubt, the unknown would definitely become known.

Although the person in front of him was very terrifying, Yi Ming could see that he was restrained, Yi Ming stared at his eyes, eyes are the most important external organs in a person's body, which can most clearly indicate a person's mental state.

"Something is eroding reason, what is it?" Yi Ming thought in his mind. "Is the rapid decline of bodily functions because there is something inside?"

Under normal circumstances, people cannot see the inner workings of a person's body, and of course, under abnormal circumstances, people cannot achieve a state of perspective, but they can distinguish different components through different phases.

The surreal element of the 'spirit' that he had recently learned was able to achieve a perceptual effect through contact.

But he didn't find anything, as if there was something else unseen eating away at the man.

The thing Yi Ming knows best is that there are still a lot of unknowns in this world, even if from Yuyang City to Liuyun Sect has greatly broadened his horizons, but he always thinks that the wider his vision, the more unknowns.

"What is the nature of this kind of thing that can't be discovered with inspiration?" Yi Ming has a lot of problems, and in the face of the unknown, it is best for people to ask questions and then try to solve them.

"Is it contagious like some diseases? It can be eliminated from the previous situation, and it seems that the person is able to resist to a certain extent. ”

Yi Ming tried to use his existing cognition to analyze the unknown.

The little boy shook Yi Ming, crying and asking him to save his father, Yi Ming felt that the most correct thing to do was to control this person, and then take him to the inn for Mo Yixi to see, but he had a somewhat dangerous idea.

This intangible thing seems to have something in common with the human mind, and he wants to try to open his mind to accept it.