In Caoyun County, there is a Taoist temple.

In the Taoist temple, there are two Taoist priests.

Chen Fu walked to the door of the Taoist temple with a heavy pace.

The whole door is open, and on the nanmu door panel inlaid with gold wire, there is a faint musk.

The faint scent of smoke wafted to Chen Fu's nose, but it lost its calming effect.

Chen Fu stopped at the entrance of the Taoist temple and stopped in front of the stone steps.

He lowered his head slightly, not looking up.

Right in front of Chen Fu.

On the last stone staircase, a monk stands under a plaque painted with tadpole-like characters that mean "lotus pod".

Bald, short beard, nine ring scars in two vertical rows.

A blue and white checkered robe, and black cloth shoes that are not stained with fine dust.

Looking at Chen Fu who was walking up the stairs, he was originally expressionless and laughed.

"Chen Fu, see Sangzun. ”

Walking up the stone steps, under the plaque, Chen Fu knelt straight in front of him and prostrated himself on the ground with his hands.

"Baisha County covers tens of thousands of miles, is densely populated and rich in resources. ”

"Where would the young county lord take us and other monks in his eyes. ”

With a smile on his face, he lowered his head in a daze, bent over, and lightly opened his thin black lips.

He kept his voice low, but the tone was deliberately sharp.

"The villain doesn't dare. ”

Cold sweat was already covered on his forehead, and Chen Fu only felt a cold like ice seeping into his heart and lungs, and flowing down the blood to his limbs.

There was a sharp pain like a pinprick in his chest, Chen Fu opened his mouth slightly, and the air he breathed out seemed to be filled with cold between the frozen throats.

"Huh. ”

A chuckle came from behind him.

Suddenly, the warmth of spring dispelled the cold that lingered under the plaque.

He was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Straightened his back and turned his head with an expressionless expression.

A Taoist priest dressed in a pale Taoist uniform walked towards the door of the cave.

Zhang Yong had a smile on his face, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"The master is really worthy of being a Zen master's apprentice, he has not seen him for a few months, and now when he speaks, he can turn the false back to the truth. ”

Walking to the side of the void, Zhang Yong lowered his head slightly, and looked at Chen Fu who was kneeling on the ground with cold eyes.

"It seems that the master will soon break through the shackles and move to a higher level. ”

"Zhang Yongxian is here, congratulations to the master. ”

Looking at the Taoist standing beside him, he was silent for a moment with a blue face, and then laughed.

Turning around, he smiled humbly and said to Zhang Yong: "Zen Master Xuyue has cultivated a profound practice, although I have only learned some superficial skills, but I have also benefited a lot. ”

"It's a pity!"

With a sigh, his eyes narrowed into two thin slits, and the two curved slits looked like two waning moons.

"Xu's qualifications are mediocre, and he has been practicing hard for thirty years, but he can only stay on the threshold of the Daomen. ”

"I searched for all the laws, but it was difficult to go any further. ”

The real age is only twenty-one and twelve, with delicate facial features and a slightly childish emptiness, while sighing with embarrassment, the corner of his eye glanced at Zhang Yong's cheek.

Observe the thick beard that is shaking on the other person's face.

Observing the other party's thick eyebrows, the brows gradually locked, and the smile on the void face became brighter.

"Whew~!"

The chest bulges into a cloth bag as you inhale, and the wrinkles that lock between the eyebrows unfold rapidly.

"Huh~!"

Spit out a large mouthful of turbidity, and Zhang Yong's face suddenly showed a sad face, but this trace of melancholy quickly disappeared into calm.

"The avenue is unpredictable, and the law is even more unseeking. ”

"It's all the same for the monks. ”

Turning sideways, Zhang Yong squinted at the void, and the eyes in his sockets were as clear as a frozen lake that had just thawed.

"In this world, there are Taoist priests who have been welcoming guests all their lives, and there are monks who are too old to walk on their feet. ”

"Maybe it's because of talent, or because of luck, or maybe it's just a short phrase that I heard elsewhere in the past. ”

Or just because of a tragic childhood memory. ”

"Or, there's no reason at all. ”

Turning around, Zhang Yong turned his back to the gate and looked at the end of the marble paved road.

"Everything in the world is like this, whether it is thirty cold and summer, or just ten years. ”

Hearing this, he stopped smiling, he frowned, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

"There is no difference between walking a monk and welcoming a monk. ”

Zhang Yong walked along the marble expressionlessly towards the grass hall in the view.

Vanity frowned and followed him.

Chen Fu stood up and looked at the backs of the two of them gradually drifting apart, and a strange look flashed between his eyes.

People's experience becomes richer with age.

The intentions of others hidden in their words are always exposed to the eyes of the elderly.

Among the three, Zhang Yong is the oldest.

Although Chen Fu was younger than Zhang Yong, he had been training on the battlefield for several years, and he had been fighting for power and profit with several of his brothers in the county government since he was a child.

Experience and experience are much richer than vanity.

Chen Fu could see that behind the sigh and sigh that seemed to be a reminder, he might have planted a bane on the foundation of the void.

Practice, don't be in a hurry.

Haste makes waste.

Secretly gritted his teeth, and after combing the draft in his abdomen again, Chen Fu followed behind the two of them and walked towards the grass hall in the temple.

The brilliant sun renders the golden yellow of the roof of the temple.

In the hall, on the incense burner on the table, the smoke curled like a thick fog that could not be dissolved.

In front of the table, the young Taoist wore a pale green yin and yang robe, embroidered with red and white petals on the thin silk between the cuffs.

Among the blooming peach blossoms, on the pale yellow buds, there are a few drops of water as bright as pearls.

Realistic embroidery, engraved on the pale green shirt.

A dragon-shaped hairpin as green as jade, inserted diagonally into the bun.

The young Taoist's youthful face, as always, flashed with an indifferent white brilliance, and his handsome facial features were as dazzling as pearls in the brilliance.

"Senior brother. ”

Walking into the grass hall, Zhang Yong bent down, his attitude was respectful, and his figure was humble.

The young Taoist standing in front of the table raised his head, but he did not answer, nor did he turn around.

Looking at the slender black hair on the back of the young Taoist, his humble face was unhappy at first, and then turned calm.

He stepped forward, straightened his back, arched his hands, and his eyes flashed with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Baishui Temple, the monk under the seat of Zen Master Xuyue is vain, see the high disciple under the Qingfeng Dao Immortal Seat, Senior Brother Xingrui. ”

Only then did the young Taoist turn around, and the white brilliance that flashed on his face was reflected in the eyes of the others in the hall.

Chen Fu, who had just walked into the hall, saw the scorching white light on the Taoist face, immediately lowered his head, and stood respectfully by the eaves.

He was stunned for a moment, and there was a touch of fanaticism in the depths of his eyes.

Only Zhang Yong was not surprised, and his face was always expressionless.

"Xing Rui has only followed the Flame Dao Immortal for a few months, and now he is only a welcoming Taoist, and he can't afford to be a high-ranking disciple. ”

Xing Rui's mouth was modest, but a trace of self-satisfaction flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Waving his arm, the armcloth was vigorously thrown away by Xingrui, and the cyan streamer passed across the ground, and two opposing leather cushions appeared where the blue light had passed.

Pointing to the animal skin cushion opposite, Xing Rui's expressionless face showed a smile.

"Honorable guest, please be seated. ”

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