Nanshan.

The twenty-first day of the first month.

It was a little snowy this day, salty snow, white hairy wind, and the weather was dry and cold.

Come an old monk, stride forward, over the mountains and mountains like walking on the ground, vigorous as if the imagination is free.

Carrying a big stick in his left hand, his name is Du Buddha, and he carries a small monk in his right hand, known as incompetent, and behind him is a nun with black and beautiful hair.

The step is flowing water, elegant, light and beautiful, naturally this is the obsessive teacher.

Dinghai is back.

Dinghai is not in a good mood, his old face is gloomy, he doesn't speak, and he walks quickly.

Daxue Mountain has been there, but Tuojia has not found it, presumably he has calculated that Dinghai will go to him to settle accounts, so he first found a mouse hole to hide. Later, Wuhetu, Dinghai angrily broke into the tent of the Khan King, thousands of troops were cleared, ten thousand people were not dang, seven in and seven out, and the seven in and seven out really killed the earth, and the left and right also got a bad breath of his anger! Unfortunately, the old Khan King was seriously ill and dying, and he really could not bear the monstrous anger of Dinghai, so he sent a birdman and a horse who was heavy on color and light on friends and betrayed the enemy.

Awu had a fight with Dinghai.

After the fight, Dinghai became even more depressed, and fighting with Awu was an extremely depressing thing.

After that, he returned to China depressed.

If there is no persuasion, comfort, enlightenment, and appeasement all the way, it is just coaxing, and Dinghai would have died in a foreign country and died of anger.

When he went outside the Five Flowers City, he saw that Daxian was incompetent.

At that time, Yan Lao Er ran away as soon as he saw Dinghai and Dinghai, completely treacherous, regardless of the death and life of the incompetent immortal! Villain! Despicable and shameless! Moral corruption! How much suffering there is in this world, how sinister the human heart is. Hate people and don't die Yan Laodi. The murderer is bad water. These two people will die! They will definitely die! They dare to offend the incompetent immortals, hum, just wait! Wait! Kill with one fart! Destroy all the gods and spirits!

The incompetent immortal has always had a lot of ideas, even if he is in a state of stiffness now, his thinking is extremely active. It's really very human, let's not talk about it for the time being, in the silence of the sky, Dinghai has already seen that towering giant tree Bodhi. In the wind and rain, it is still standing tall and verdant, and it seems to be eternal, and it will not dry up for ten thousand years. The familiar feeling, the feeling of home, made Dinghai a little timid, and the old monk was also anxious, and there was only one person in all his thoughts, and he was a little monk without Zen.

He didn't know that Childe had been here.

has made the time go backwards.

The time has come, and a wordless monk is practicing boxing by himself. The spirit stone is empty and sad, and the four King Kongs are all there, and there is a person and a tiger under the tree.

Black Tiger. Lie quietly in the lurk.

Suddenly, the black tiger raised his eyes violently, and his pupils were like lightning tearing through the dark night: "Whew!"

Where did the evil beast come from, scaring with teeth and claws, Dinghai didn't care about it, just looked at the little monk. The little monk turned his back to him, sitting cross-legged under the tree, with a blue scalp, gray monk's robe, and tilted his head, as if he was concentrating on what he was looking at. That's no Zen, don't say the back, then there is no Zen turned into a gray Dinghai can be recognized, Dinghai is fixed, can't move the slightest. Dinghai's heart was suddenly grabbed by great happiness and great fear at the same time, Dinghai couldn't believe Dinghai and couldn't believe it, it was a miracle, it was not Wuzen's illness: "None-"

It was the call from the bottom of my heart, and Wuzen was too far away to be heard: "Huh?"

But Wu Chan suddenly stood up, looked around, and was shocked: "Who calls Wu Chan? Who calls Wu Chan?"

The eyebrows are the eyebrows, the eyes are the eyes, but the immature face is slightly off, and the three points of pale color are reduced: "Strange things, strange things, Wuzen obviously heard someone, like, it seems to be too, too, too master and uncle!"

"Tong!" the immortal fell, the Buddha took off his hand, and Dinghai burst into tears: "None-Zen ――――――――――――――――――――"

There was an earth-shattering sound, the roar made the wind and snow disappear, the earth shook the mountains and shook the branches and leaves, and the thousands of birds and beasts were terrified: "Ha!"

Wu Zen finally saw from afar, one person is the world is big!

There is no Zen and one joy, and there is great joy and ecstasy, and it is a sadness, which is the intersection of sorrow and joy: "Tai-Shi-Shu-Zu――――――――――――――――――"

Wuzen opened his arms and rushed to him crying and screaming!

Dinghai opened his arms, cried and laughed and rushed towards him!

can no longer speak, no one can stop it, even if the sky collapses, the sea is rotten, and the rocks are rotten, I have to embrace you!

Wuchan threw himself into Dinghai's arms, Dinghai hugged him tightly, a big child and a little old man hugged him and cried, which was really funny and ridiculous.

Everyone laughed, tears looming in the corners of their eyes.

"Woo, woo, Uncle Taishi, are you back......

"Woo ......"

"Uncle Taishi, Uncle Taishi, where have you been......

"Woo ......"

"Woo, woo, no Zen, no Zen...... "Why do you want to cry, no one knows, of course, everything is not important, the old monk and the little monk cried in a daze: "Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry......"

"Uncle Taishi, Wuzen told you, Brother Fang Yin has been here......"

"Uncle Taishi, look at it, this is the ...... that Brother Fang Yin gave to Wuzen"

It is the big copper plate, printed with the Pisces turtle snake, the word is thousands of generations, tied to the neck of Wuzen with a red head rope.

Dinghai is watching.

"Uncle Taishi, Brother Fang Yin said, Wuchan is eighteen years old, you can't always be like this......"

"Uncle Taishi, Brother Fang Yin said, when the cicadas are all over the mountain, you can go down the mountain to find ...... without Zen."

That is true.

But the more Dinghai listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable, at first it was Uncle Taishi, and then it was Brother Fang Yin, and Brother Fang Yin was Brother Fang Yin, and he completely overshadowed the limelight of Uncle Taishi, how could this be? Who is the favorite in Wuzen's heart? Isn't Wuzen's madness completely cured? Why is Wuzen obviously twenty-one years old and missing three years for no reason? The copper coin is the copper coin, but who left the red head rope? There are many questions, but they can't be asked anymore, and suddenly a soft and white palm strokes Dinghai's bald head-

You don't have to look at it, it's too a fool.

But seeing a group of monks of all ages looking mysterious, everyone shook their heads again and again with their eyelids slammed, and Wuzen still chattered with joy: "This is winter, Wuzen knows, there are cicadas only when you get summer, yes, Brother Fang Yin also said......"

Fortunately, this is Dinghai, and Wuzen has already said that it is exposed.

The world without Zen has changed, and three years before Nanshan Zen Buddhism returned, Mo said that the family did not speak, and the words of the people were not spoken, and there was no Zen that could not be doubted, and no Zen could not be known. Things in the world have always been like this, dreams and reality are indistinguishable, it is not easy for a person to deceive everyone, it is easy for everyone to deceive a person, and more than three years have been wiped out, during which the original reason for Dinghai will eventually know. In any case, everyone is very happy, for Wu Zen, for Dinghai, for the big family of Nanshan Zen from the bottom of their hearts, from the bottom of their hearts.

There is only one person who feels unhappy, and yes, very unhappy!

This person is the incompetent Great Immortal, the Incompetent Great Immortal is lying on the ground, facing the loess with his back to the sky, covering his body with a thin layer of floating snow, and the scene is very bleak and tragic.

No one asked to show concern.

Although the incompetence is still pretending to be dead, the incompetent heart always understands that if you want to ask who in this world is the favorite of the Wuzen brother, it must be incompetent! Of course, the madness of the Wuzen brother has improved, and the person who is the happiest and most excited in his heart is of course also incompetent, and the reason why the incompetence did not immediately rush over and hold him in his arms and express a high degree of concern and deep condolences is because it is only because the incompetent acupoints are controlled and the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient.

Originally, incompetence could speak, but incompetence now does not want to speak.

There is only no Zen, there is only no Zen, in everyone's eyes, there is only no Zen in everyone's heart, and all people love no Zen, and they are not worse than one of them. is also a disciple of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and is the youngest, the highest martial arts, the strongest ability, the greatest future, the best character, the most handsome one, why, no one cares about incompetence, even the Zen brother is the same, the same eyes and no beads, the same no conscience, the same ignorance of the incompetent immortal true body and dharma -

Therefore, there is a difference between immortals and humans.

That's it, impotence said, so quietly come, quietly go, quietly tears-

Ten thousand later.

Wait until the incompetent immortal quietly rushes out of the acupoint, quietly turns over, quietly gets up, and quietly takes a look-

Sure enough, they were all gone, and there was no one left.

Very good.

The tears are dry, the heart is dead, there is no need to explain anymore, there is nothing to be nostalgic about, and there is no way to go.

No need to send it.

Goodbye! Nanshan Zen Buddhism! Incompetence will never come back! No!

Even if all the languages in the world are gathered, it is impossible to describe the complicated feelings of incompetence at this time, one in ten thousand, only-

Hah!

Impotence laughed three times, and then he was gone!(To be continued......)