A foggy South Mountain, flowers, birds, fish and insects are laughing and laughing, old man, I'll open the road, get some firewood and go home!

Listening to the old man singing a brisk tune in the distance, Su Mobai's nervous nerves seemed to be soothed, and he looked around at the woods, the tall and lush vegetation, the clear and transparent stream, and the fragrant and pleasant flowers and plants.

Su Mobai naturally took a breath, as if even the air was so tempting. It made him unconsciously feel close, and he was more in tune with this world physically and mentally.

Su Mobai, who was forced to calm down, looked for the small tone mixed with a thick country accent, from far to near, and listened carefully to it like the Qin dialect of the previous life. I couldn't help but feel a little more emotional.

Su Mubai stepped forward quickly, and the old man didn't realize it until he was more than a dozen steps closer, and he was a little flustered.

"Don't panic, old man, Xiaosheng is polite. Because Xiaosheng went out to study alone, he was exhausted, and he had to enter the mountains, so that's it. I hope the old man will tell me what this is? Xiaosheng thanked him in advance. ”

Learning from the scholars in the costume dramas of his previous life, he bowed to the old man.

The old man looked at the person in front of him, his eyes full of surprise. Wear clothing that is out of place in this world. He has a head shape similar to that of a monk. Isn't it...

Seeing the old man's doubts, Su Mobai explained carefully: "Xiaosheng didn't want to practice for the monk, so he secretly ran out the day before the official shaving, but most of the hair was crossed, and I can't help the old man." He arched his hand to the old man again.

The little brother was originally a learned person, and it didn't mean anything to be a monk or not. If you don't dislike it, the little brother will stay at home with me for a few days, it's just a little simple, don't be surprised by the little brother?" said loudly to Su Mobai with the sound of chopping wood in the old man's hand. ”

"Thank you so much, uncle." Su Mobai said.

Walking nearly two miles of mountain road, Su Mobai was a little out of breath, on the other hand, the old man was like going up the mountain to chop wood, and he couldn't see a trace of abnormality, thinking that the old man had been walking for many years, and over time he had developed this strong physique.

"In front of the little brother is the old man's home, and he can rest in a while. The old man tightened the firewood in the bamboo basket and said.

"It's okay, sir. Su Mobai said softly.

Old woman, the guest is here, boil a pot of water, and the whole two dishes come out. The old man raised his voice and said excitedly.

Although this South Mountain has thousands of miles and countless wonders and strange stones, there is only one village at the foot of this mountain.

I don't see visitors all year round, so the old man is a little happy, and he is also a warm-hearted person.

The old woman with short hair came out in response, although she was a little skinny, but her face was ruddy, not sickly yellow, and she was very energetic.

The old woman answered, took the bamboo basket on the old man's back, and went back to the house to get ready to go. ”

"Little brother, I'm a little shabby, old man, please don't be weird, come here. Sit inside, sit inside. The old man said enthusiastically.

"Uncle, it's funny." Su Mobai said.

A slight oil lamp, a wooden table of a bit of age, and a few low, small, rough wooden stools.

Although the object is dilapidated, it is better to be clean and not a trace of dust. It can be seen that the two elders are both happy and pure people.

Su Mobai was sitting alone on the bed at this time, his thoughts were spinning quickly, everyone else was crossing with a golden finger, and he came out with a scolding system, but he traveled to this other world from the morning, and there was no welfare of the traverser until the evening, which was really unfortunate.

Shaking his head, Su Mobai smiled bitterly alone: "

I wanted to learn a skill like a martial arts hero, act chivalrous and righteous, and benefit the Quartet. It's a pity...

According to what the old man said, today, divided into Kyushu, each state has nine prefectures, this mountain is called Nanshan, the first Qingtian Sect of Daomen is hidden in it, every three years there are immortal masters and Taoists go down the mountain to find their talented and intelligent children to enter the sect, round its chance.

As for the name of this village, it is said: Leaving the immortals, leaving the immortals, leaving the immortals, once Kou enters the immortal gate, the world has nothing to do with it.

It's a village away from immortals, and it's away from the immortals, is it really so ruthless?

Su Mobai muttered to himself.

He slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them very slowly.

Confusion, doubt, struggle, pain, and sadness all appeared in his eyes.

Gently got off the ground, the footsteps were very light and slow, for fear of disturbing the old man and his wife in this silent night, and as if he cherished his white shirt.

According to the old man, this is left by a Taoist master eight years ago, and he can forget about being a rough person, and it just so happens that you have a place to use when you come.

Quietly walking to the front of the house, his delicate and slender hand gently pushed open the wooden door, although he repeatedly deliberately "exerted" with his heart, but also seemed to "exert himself" intentionally and unintentionally. But there is still a voice of "Yi" that is neither light nor slow, not heavy or urgent.

The old man once said: "His hands are very white and thin, better than women's hands, and he must be a scholarly brother."

In this regard, Su Mobai could only smile lightly, but it was true.

The wind seemed to be cold tonight, whirring like the wrath of the nine heavens and the earth.

Yes, it is indeed very cold, Su Mobai tightened his white shirt. But it didn't work, he rubbed his hands together, and the temperature of his palms was real.

He smiled confidently and looked up at the sky, even in the cold, he could not shake him, because his blood was hot and his heart was boiling.

Step out of the wooden house, looking far away, it is so enjoyable.

Passion, pride, atmosphere, all on display. Generally, the heroic spirit goes straight to the sky, and it is higher than that day.

It took a long time for Su Mobai to control his emotions, his eyes were full of calm, he just stood like this, letting the wind blow, with a more layer of mystery, as if the great road was hidden in it.

。。。。。。

Northland, Liangzhou, Tianji Valley.

The valley lord Li Rufeng stood with his hands in his hands, his face was kind, and his body was full of mysterious Taoist robes without wind and was automatic, and the fairy wind was boneless.

A purple breath rose to the sky, and the light was flourishing, reaching up to the nine heavens.

Li Rufeng's eyes were sharp and chased after the purple qi, and the Taoist occult in his hand was used again and again.

"The purple gas comes from the east, moves south to the blue sky, the benevolent son is in the world, and the world is angelica. “

Li Rufeng pondered for a moment and muttered in his mouth.

Suddenly, after thinking about it, he jumped out of the Tianji Valley and disappeared.

The head of the world's Daomen, Qingtian Sect, Zhengqi Palace, the head of the Xuanji Sect with silver hair and white eyebrows, looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "The purple qi comes out of Nanshan, there will be a person of atmospheric luck who is born, and the senior brother of Xuanxin usually says that he has a degree of coordination, and his heart is as fine as silk, so he will go down the mountain to get an immortal talent for my Qingtian Sect, is it okay?"

"Please rest assured, Xuan Xin will definitely live up to the high expectations of my senior brother and find this son for my Qingtian Sect. Xuan said angrily. ”

The Buddhist Sect, the Demon Sect, and even the Northern Ting Sect of the Western Regions Cult have all sent powerful people to find this son.

The rivers and lakes are not destined to be peaceful for too long, nor do they need to be peaceful, and they have never really been peaceful.

"Use a little force, Xiaobai, yes, that's it. Ge Laohan gestured with his hands and said loudly.

"Xiaobai, this is getting more and more proficient, and it is more accurate than ever. A sturdy young man next to him said.

The old man is the old man that Su Mobai met in the forest that day, this young man's name is Zhang Shun, and everyone in the village is called Shunzi, and the old man often chops wood together.

Su Mobai stayed here for more than ten days, and after coming and going, he became acquainted.

At this time, Su Mobai was chopping firewood, although the speed was not fast, but each firewood was cut in equal size, and his physical endurance was also increased a lot.

His state of mind is also calmer than before, as if there is a special qi guiding him.

"Xiaobai, today you have to accompany the old man to drink home-brewed rice wine. The old man said with a grin.

"The kid is not strong enough to drink, drink less, drink less, and accompany Ge Lao to have fun. Su Mobai said with a haha.

There is really no way, Su Mo is not afraid during the day, he is not afraid of the ground, what he is afraid of is drinking, it is like killing him. In the previous life, only relatives and friends sat down during the New Year.

As he was talking, he saw an old man running from afar, and when he got closer, he said to the three people: "Master Pudu, a Buddhist monk, is here, and he wants to cross the fateful person, this is a great opportunity, everyone is waiting at the entrance of the village, so I sent you and Shunzi?"

"Uh, uh, I'm not going. Su Mobai said calmly.

"Let's go together, listening to the holy words of the monks is also hard to find. The old man said urgently.

As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the village, and Junko followed behind with a smile. Su Mobai explained a few words to Old Man Ge and walked towards the entrance of the village.

He didn't want to listen to any Buddhist sayings, but he just wanted to see what the monks looked like in this world.

Curiosity kills people, I know what I think in my heart, but I still want to see it with my own eyes.

Amitabha, donors, old monks from Zhongzhou Shaolin Temple, passing by here, see this place detailed clouds, aura flourishing. Gu Zuo stayed, and there was a fate for me to preach the Buddha.

The old monk is dressed in a yellow monk's robe, draped in a robe, and holds Buddhist beads. The face is thin, the eyes are deep and sharp, and the appearance is sincere and kind, giving people a sense of closeness to charity.

The old monk took out an object from his sleeve, which was blue and yellow, about the size of a finger. Everyone can smell its fragrance just by standing, and they can't help but feel refreshed.

"This is my Buddhist holy relic, the Bodhi tree nourishes my Shaolin benevolence and benevolence, and the Bodhi fruit that is generated for a hundred years before it is conceived and nourished by the vitality of heaven and earth. ”

The old monk said with a righteous face.

"Now the old monk put it on the wooden table in front of him, if it is destined for my Buddha, this fruit will shine. Then you will know. “

"Please come forward in turn, face the Buddha fruit, enter my Buddha gate, build the avenue, and be with the sky. “

The old monk clasped his hands together and said in a loud voice.

Really, I'm not dreaming, I'm about to enter Buddhism.

The young people in the crowd were excited, and they couldn't help but whisper a word or two.

With one, you can have two, and you can do it again. The young people stepped forward one by one, but the Buddha fruit did not show any different color.

The faces of those who came down were like ashes, and the hearts of those who were waiting were anxious, for fear that they would also end up like this.

The old people in the village, the parents of each family, are inevitably a little lost, and they are praying for the Buddha to worship the Buddha.

After a few moments, there were only a dozen or so people left in the crowd.