The mountains on both sides are sandwiched, forming a long and narrow valley. A small rushing river that crosses the gorge and runs from east to west. The wide wooden bridge over the river is the only way to communicate between the two banks.

At the east end of the bridge, under a big tree, sat a burly man, lying on a chair with his eyes closed. There was a sign hanging on the waist of the tree, and on the banner were written the words of a few snakes and reptiles - cross the bridge to buy a road, half two people!

Next to the big man was a table with a copper basin on it. Every pedestrian from the east of the bridge to the west of the bridge, or from the west of the bridge to the east of the bridge, threw half a tael of silver into the copper basin. On either side of the bridge, there were several hideous-looking minions, with swords and broadswords at their waists, standing like fierce men, inspecting whether there were those who dared not pay.

At this time, two monks slowly walked to the east of the bridge, one was thin and the other looked very young. When they passed under the big tree, neither of them threw half a tael of silver into the copper basin. The former's eyes were fixed on his toes, as if he was afraid of trampling the ants under his feet, while the latter sat cross-legged under the tree, with no intention of crossing the bridge at all.

Crossing the bridge without leaving money to buy the road is obviously not possible! A minion hurriedly stopped the thin monk and shouted, "The price of money is not two!

The thin monk seemed to have just discovered someone at the bridge, so he hurriedly raised his head, put his hands together, and said, "This tall and mighty, wise and martial benefactor, our monks have no long things, can you tolerate it?"

The minion was a little fluttering by the thin monk, but the big man sitting under the tree glanced over to this side, and the minion hurriedly raised his face and said coldly: "Nonsense! We are doing a business without capital, and we are not doing good deeds!"

The thin monk held a big burden in one hand, touched it with the other hand, and said with a bitter face: "Donor." I'm really penniless!"

The minion pointed to the monk sitting under the tree, and said sharply: "He can't cross the bridge without money, what about you, monk?"

The young monk smiled slightly, and replied lightly: "I can't go to the bridge, why do I want you to pay for it? You only said that you bought a road by the bridge, and you didn't write that you have to pay for sitting here." ”

"Hey!" the minion said hesitantly, "You monk are looking for a fight, right? Be honest, either give money and leave, or you don't have money to get out, don't go here and make the uncle angry." Do you hear that?!"

"I'm sitting here, are you angry?" said the monk.

"That's right, if you sit here, the uncle's anger will always rise. If you know each other, you should leave quickly, or the guy on my waist will be intimate with you. The minion said. slapped the big knife on his waist, and his arrogant appearance was enough to scare a large number of ordinary people. The shouting of the minions also alarmed the other minions. They all looked this way with a smile.

"Don't. Don't, don't, I'll go. The thin monk was obviously frightened, trembled, hurriedly turned around and walked back, muttering: "Can't I hide if I can't be provoked!"

Don't want to. The young monk sitting under the tree shook his head, "It's easy to hurt yourself when you get angry, there is a river here, you can go down there and put out the fire!" He waved his sleeve and stroked it towards the minion. ”

"Ahh......h

"Help, I don't know how to water, save ......" Before he could figure out his situation, the minions subconsciously asked for help from their companions on the shore, and the people were also struggling in the water.

"Puff" and "Puff" sounded, and the two minions jumped into the water to drink their companions. The rest of the minions rushed towards the monk with swords and swords, "Let's go together!

"I just wanted to see the old man here, but I was ruined by you, really!" The monk shook his head and sighed, not at all timid because of the minions' rush to kill, and waved his sleeves again, "You guys should also go down and cool off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind rushed towards him with flying sand and rocks, and before the minions could even rush to his side, they were blown up by the strong wind, and they all flew towards the river with a loud shout. For a while, the sound of "puff" and "puff" sounded together, stirring up high waves and ripples for a long time.

"Good...... It's amazing...... Swinging vigorously in the air without hurting people, a good means!" The thin monk looked at his colleague who was still sitting dumbfounded, and the worship in his eyes was almost condensed into substance.

"What? do you want to go down and cool off?" the young monk turned his head to look at the big man who was standing up, and the big man hurriedly sat down and said with a stupid smile: "No...... No...... Don't bother the seniors, the juniors are not hot at all, not hot at all. Hehehehehe......"

"I taught your men a lesson, don't you want to stand up for them?"

"What did the seniors say!" the big man hurriedly shook his head and said with a smile, "The subordinates of the younger generations are all gangsters who have no long eyes, and they are fortunate enough to be favored by their seniors, which is the blessing they have cultivated in several lifetimes." Just ask, how can the younger generation be so ignorant!"

Seeing the ugliness of the big man, the thin monk didn't laugh directly, covered his mouth and said secretly: "It's worthy of coming out to walk the rivers and lakes, this guy is really thick-skinned!"

The young monk shook his head, no longer paying attention to the smiling man, and just sat under the tree with his eyes closed and recuperated. Seeing him like this, the big man couldn't help but sigh and put his mind at ease. When the thin monk saw his strange behavior, he was also quite curious, and he couldn't help but take the opportunity to cross the bridge, but sat on the side and observed.

After a while, a figure slowly walked from the east of the bridge, obviously just a boy, but his hair was strangely white, he lowered his head and hurried towards the bridgehead.

"Is that him?" the thin monk and the big man all thought in their hearts, "He's the one who waits!?"

Without the minions blocking the road at the bridge, the boy walked directly towards the other end of the bridge, and the big man frowned, and wanted to open his mouth to drink the other party. No, before he could speak, the monk with his eyes closed had already spoken first: "Little friend over there, can you pause for a step?"

"Huh?" the boy paused, looking at him in confusion, "Little friend, are you calling me, Master?"

"Is there anyone else here who can be called a 'little friend'?" the monk did not answer.

The boy looked around and smiled, "It seems that there really isn't! The boy's name is Long'er, I don't know the master's name, why are you looking for me?"

"The poor monk's law is empty. The monk stood up and came to Long'er's side with a smile, "Looking for you is to return you something that belongs to you!"

"What belongs to me?" Long Er wondered again, "I have never met the master, how can the master have my things!...... Does the Master know my origins?"

As he spoke, Long'er's breathing became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on Kongwen...... (To be continued......)