The sky was dark.

There is no wind in the mountains.

Birds fly low, insects and ants move.

"Squeak, squeak......"

In the mountains and forests covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, two slender figures come from far and near.

The middle-aged monk walked ahead, and Yan Xiaowu followed.

She kept her black eyes open, her head down, her feet staring, her steps light, as if walking on the ground, and she could always avoid some obstacles in advance.

She looked up at the original dark world, a middle-aged monk walked in front of her, and the golden halo around her was shining, just like the legendary immortal when he came to earth, with his own auspicious light, illuminating the road in front of her.

"Cultivation is everywhere. ”

The middle-aged monk is not in a hurry.

The mountains and forests were surprisingly quiet, his voice was a little illusory, and even the whole person with him seemed to be an ethereal light, which seemed to be illusory but not real.

"Okay, it's one of them. ”

Yan Xiaowu stopped slightly, thoughtfully, and hurriedly caught up with the middle-aged monk who never stopped.

"Venerable, disciples can understand that cultivation is 'cultivation' and 'practice', and that cultivators cultivate the perception of heaven and earth; Cultivation is the process of accumulation of enlightenment?"

"Hmmm......"

Yan Xiaowu looked at the middle-aged monk who suddenly stopped in front of him, he turned around and stared at Yan Xiaowu.

The unchanging Chen seemed to be the facial features that had been depicted, and gradually had a sense of solemnity.

Yan Xiaowu obviously couldn't see the middle-aged monk's gaze, but she felt that under the middle-aged monk's gaze, her whole body, deep and soul were all seen at a glance.

She felt an unspeakable discomfort.

Fortunately, the middle-aged monk looked away at the right time, he turned around, and continued to walk forward in the mountains with no end and no clear direction.

"Everyone's practice is different, and if you think that what you understand is right, that's right. ”

Yan Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief: "Disciple understands. ”

The two walked another uneven mountain road.

The sky was dull.

But the rain did not come down for a long time.

"The poor monk has had two proud protégés, both of whom can inherit the mantle. A child who has been practicing with poor monks since childhood, is extremely intelligent, and in just a few hundred years, Buddhism is better than many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lingshan, and he can attain Buddha fruit at his fingertips in the future. A halfway monk, as soon as he enters the empty door, he proves that the Bodhisattva, Huigen is really unprecedented and unprecedented. ”

Yan Xiaowu listened quietly.

"Whoa......

A white shadow swept by.

Yan Xiaowu seemed to sense something, and looked along the white shadow.

In front of the cave at the foot of a small dirt slope, the white shadow stopped.

It's a snow-white rabbit.

If you have a bulging belly, you should have just returned to the cave after foraging.

As if something had caught its attention, it turned its head, its eyes open like rubies, and looked curiously at a monk and a woman passing not far away.

The middle-aged monk was not annoyed by the rabbit's intrusion interrupting his memories, and he ignored the daring rabbit. It's just that I don't have the interest to continue.

"If you can live and practice well, your future achievements will not be below the two of them. The middle-aged monk deliberately ended the topic.

"Yes, Your Holiness. ”

Smoke Dance Road.

She withdrew her gaze from the rabbit with an indifferent expression. Before that, when she met a cute creature like a rabbit, she probably couldn't help but want to hug her, even if she couldn't see it anymore.

"Whew!"

A lone wolf lurking behind the hillside leaped up like a shadow, so fast that it swept up a strong wind and rolled up a bunch of dead leaves and dust.

The dead leaves fluttered in the strong wind, and before they could hit the ground, the lone wolf had already pressed the lightly rabbit under its paws.

Fishy saliva spilled from between his hideous fangs and dripped on the frightened little white rabbit.

The lone wolf also saw the two people passing not far away, and it hesitated for a moment, looking at the two men with fear, and was not in a hurry to eat the prey under its paws.

The middle-aged monk didn't care about the lone wolf, and he didn't plan to pay attention to it.

Yan Xiaowu looked back and looked at it again.

With just a simple glance, she came back and was busy keeping up with the middle-aged monk in front.

She's just blind.

Those two creatures will not shine like the middle-aged monks.

After making sure that the two humans had no intention of intervening, the lone wolf opened its bloody mouth and bit down on the rabbit's head.

Rabbit fur, blood, and brains covered the mouth of the lone wolf.

The rabbit's terrible cry before dying was only for a moment.

The lone wolf's purpose is to fill its stomach, and it has no idea of torturing food.

The lone wolf was full, and a monk and a woman also walked away.

The lone wolf's glistening eyes looked in the direction where the two had disappeared.

In the end, he gave up the idea of gathering a pack of wolves to hunt the two.

Wolves, in general, are not stupid.

......

"What do you see?"

The middle-aged monk seemed to suddenly remember the scene just now, and asked Yan Xiaowu.

"A rabbit was eaten. ”

Yan Xiaowu said honestly.

The middle-aged monk shook his head: "What else?"

Could it be that she is taking the school exam?

Yan Xiaowu thought for a moment.

She tilted her ears sideways, as if listening to the hare screaming.

The sound was brief, but it traveled far and wide, wabbling through the woods until it mingled with other faint sounds.

It's getting dark.

The sounds of the mountains and forests gradually increased.

So the rabbit's screaming remained.

Or maybe she's just listening to something else.

"Birds fly low...... Pest homing...... Ant Moving...... It's going to rain. ”

Yan Xiaowu finally heard something.

"That's right. ”

The middle-aged monk should be satisfied with Yan Xiaowu's answer, and he continued:

"But none of this has anything to do with us, Lingshan's practice is about the word 'detachment'.

We have cultivated our bodies, and we are also good to ourselves, we are not stained with mortal dust, and we are not stained with cause and effect.

Only by jumping out of the cage can we be detached. ”

Yan Xiaowu listened to it, probably understood, but there were also things that he didn't understand:

"World-honored, the disciple has something I don't understand. ”

You ask. ”

"The one is dead. ”

"That's right, because the wolf is hungry. ”

"But if it weren't for us, it wouldn't have stopped watching, and it wouldn't have been caught by wolves. ”

"Then is its death related to us?" Yan Xiaowu earnestly asked for advice, she was not drilling, but following the middle-aged monk's "detachment", she naturally thought of this problem.

"You are very much like the disciple who practiced with the poor monk since he was a child. ”

The middle-aged monk said, as if telling an inconsequential matter:

Later, he went astray. ”