Chapter 82

Walking to the foot of the mountain, Song Yuchen saw a large group of people in front of him from a distance, almost blocking the stone path up the mountain.

Song Yuchen was not interested in joining in the excitement, and Zhao Qingying's temperament became more and more indifferent, she didn't like this kind of noise the most.

Although there are many people, fortunately, everyone sees that they have an extraordinary bearing, and they are sure that the two of them must be the daughters of young masters from wealthy families, for fear that they will block the way of others, so they consciously give up an aisle.

The two walked leisurely through the aisle, but just as Song Yuchen was about to step on the first stone step of the mountain, a dull voice like thunder suddenly came from beside him.

If someone who had heard the barbarian language of the northern territory was present, he would have heard that what the man said was a barbarian language, and this barbarian language was a Buddha name.

Song Yuchen frowned slightly and stopped.

At this time, he was frightened by the man's voice, and the people scattered.

As far as the eye could see, Song Yuchen saw a monk in black straw shoes sitting cross-legged on a stone, the monk looked about forty years old, and his forehead was particularly prominent, which made his eyes look extremely sunken.

But the strange thing is that the monk always closes his right eye, and his left eye is looking at Song Yuchen.

The surroundings were inexplicably quiet, and everyone's eyes were on the black-clothed monk and the man in green clothes, moving back and forth.

Zhao Qingying also looked at Song Yuchen who suddenly stopped with puzzled eyes, and then fell on the black-clothed monk.

After a quick glance, Zhao Qingying didn't think there was anything strange about the black-clothed monk, except that his forehead was protruding a little, and he was about to withdraw his gaze, but he had no intention of catching a glimpse of a head.

It's just that it's not a human head, it's a crow's head, a crow's head the size of a man's palm.

The weird thing is that there is only a head, but no body, it stands to reason that it should be a dead thing, but the two dark eyes on the head are looking left and right, but anyone who looks at these eyes will be inexplicably scared into a cold sweat.

On the side of the crow's head, there was also a complete crow, quietly and meekly kneeling in front of the black-clothed monk.

From time to time, the complete crow gently touches the head next to it with its beak, and the picture is extremely weird!

It is precisely because of this strange incident that it attracted many onlookers.

After staring at Song Yuchen for a while, the monk finally took his gaze back, but his next move directly made everyone exclaim.

I saw the monk grasp the crow's neck with one hand, and then everyone heard a crisp "click" sound, and the monk twisted the crow's head off.

At the same time, the monk's other hand quickly grabbed the head on the ground and placed it on the crow's neck.

Immediately afterwards, the people saw that the head that had been mounted on the body suddenly opened and chirped, and the indescribable desolation in the voice sent chills down the spine of the listener.

The head that was unscrewed off was placed on the ground by the monk, just like the head in front of it, it was still not dead, and its two dark eyes kept spinning.

After doing this, the monk closed his eyes again and meditated on the spot.

In the silence, I don't know where a sudden applause sounded, and soon, the crowd erupted into a loud applause, and some people even threw silver at the monks.

Obviously, everyone thought that this was a trick by monks from other places.

Song Yuchen did not speak and continued to climb the mountain.

Zhao Qingying stopped where he was and glanced at the black-clothed monk again, his eyes becoming more and more puzzled.

Obviously, with her current vision, she naturally knew that the black-clothed monk was not just a trickster just now.

Affected by this, Zhao Qingying, who originally planned to visit the beautiful scenery in the mountains, became distracted, and followed Song Yuchen several times to ask, but in the end she endured it herself.

Even she herself can't say why, and she doesn't know when she became more and more reluctant to ask others questions, even if he was a talented son of the Song family who had been with him for more than two months.

Although with a woman's innate sharp intuition, she felt that Song Yuchen probably knew a little bit about the strange behavior of the black-clothed monk.

Just walked more than ten steps, a twelve or thirteen-year-old delicate little monk came from the top of the mountain road.

Looking at the monk's robe worn by this little monk, it should be the monk of Tianlong Temple on the mountain.

The little monk walked up to the two of them, saluted in a decent manner, and said, "May I ask if it is Song Yuchen's son of the Song family?"

Song Yuchen was slightly surprised, nodded and said, "I am, I don't know the little master."

Prior to this, the original owner of this body, that is, Song Yucheng, a talented son of the Song family, had indeed been to Tianlong Temple a few times, but in my impression, the few times I came here was just to play with friends, and I didn't have much interaction with the monks of the temple.

Today, however, he visited the temple again, and the people in the mountains seemed to have expected him to come.

This made it difficult for Song Yuchen not to think too much.

The little monk replied with a clear eye: "The abbot of my family learned that Song Gongzi was coming, and he said that he should have come down to greet Gongzi in person, but there were guests on the mountain who came from afar, and it was inconvenient to get out, so he asked the little monk to come down to greet Gongzi." ”

After Zhao Qingying heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Ignoring the strange gaze of Zhao Meiren beside him, Song Yuchen looked at the little monk with a smile and asked, "Your abbot knows that I will definitely go up the mountain?"

was asked by Song Yuchen so suddenly, the little monk who was still old-fashioned suddenly broke his work, his delicate little round face turned red, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

But fortunately, Zhao Qingying took the initiative to stand up and solve this dilemma for the little monk.

Zhao Meiren stretched out her hand, which was as white as spring onions, gently pinched it on the little monk's face, and said softly: "Song Gongzi is joking with you, we will go up the mountain with you." ”

After speaking, Zhao Meiren didn't forget to glare at Song Yuchen.

The latter had to bow his head and smile bitterly.

The north side of Tenryu Mountain is the steepest, while the opposite south side is the most gentle, and it is also the shortest of the four sides, and the stone steps up the mountain are laid on the south side.

But it still took a whole stick of incense to make the three of them come to Tianlong Temple.

The little monk who learned that his legal name was Yushan walked at the front, Zhao Meiren walked in the middle, and Song Yuchen, who was still carrying a heavy jade qin behind him, walked at the back.

From the foot of the mountain to the Tianlong Temple, even if Song Yuchen and Zhao Qingying questioned the little monk, the latter rarely looked back.

The little monk who grew up in the mountain temple since he was a child, although it is not uncommon to see female pilgrims who come to the temple on weekdays, but there is really no such thing as a skin-to-skin relationship with a woman, let alone a woman with such an outstanding figure.

The little monk who had just arrived at the ignorant age was a little uneasy along the way, his delicate little face was still very red, and he kept staring at his toes when he walked, and at the same time whispered softly in his mouth, as if he was reciting some Buddhist scriptures, Song Yuchen's ears were particularly pointed, and he accidentally heard some, and he couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that this little monk was reciting the mantra of Buddhism to clear the heart, and what emptiness is color, and color is emptiness.

Finally, after the long torment of the little monk, he finally brought people to the monastery.

The gate of the temple is open, and there are ten yellow-clothed monks standing on both sides of the gate, and the concentration of these yellow-clothed monks is much better than that of the little monk, although the corner of the eye glimpses Zhao Qingying (at this time Zhao Meiren has taken off the hat), and he can still do it without squinting, and his face is even more ancient.

Walking to the gate of the temple, Song Yuchen did not enter the temple immediately, but stopped for no reason.

Zhao Meiren, who was about to enter the temple with the little monk, realized that the talented man of the Song family had not followed, she turned around with some confusion and found that the latter was looking up at the top of the mountain.

Zhao Qingying followed the former's gaze and was shocked to find that on the dragon head of the "Heavenly Dragon Stone Statue", there was a wide red monk's robe dancing wildly - a "monk" who couldn't distinguish between male and female was sitting on top of the hideous dragon head!