The road that Han Shi has walked in his life is more than thousands of miles, no matter when, no matter where, it can be used as a starting point, and it can be used as a place to come, in fact, if you are someone else, the road you have walked is also countless.

In that case, the answer to this question ......

Han Shi smiled faintly, stretched out the thumb of his right hand, and pointed to the side of his face.

From the perspective of the Baimei Zen Master, if you close your left eye, your thumb points to the path behind Han Shi.

If you close your right eye, your thumb is pointing at Han Shi himself.

Whether it was pointing to himself or the road behind him, Han Shi didn't say, and Zen Master Baimei didn't ask.

The two were silent for a long time, the white-eyed Zen master nodded slightly, looked at Han Shi's gaze, with a strong sense of approval, his big sleeves flicked lightly, the bamboo fence door opened without wind, and Han Shi was not polite, and stepped into this courtyard in a few steps.

"In the past two hundred years, you are the third person to enter this courtyard, and there are not many people who can answer the question of the old man's talent. The white-eyed Zen master looked at him with a look of memory and said slowly.

I remember the first person's answer was that from the arms of his mother, he was a monk who had practiced for nearly a thousand years, but he still did not forget his early heart, and he dared to speak freely in front of others. ”

And the second answer is that it comes from heaven and earth, although this answer is suspected of trickery, but it is also a sense of the road we have walked, we monks, who are also human beings, also live between heaven and earth, and from heaven and earth, we will naturally go to heaven and earth. ”

Han Shi stood under the tree in the courtyard, listening quietly, smiling silently.

And Han Shi's answer was extremely chic, without saying a word, but it made the old man have a feeling of seeing through the fog in his heart, but it made the old man happy to see the hunt, please!"

Han Shi's eyes showed a strange look, he did not report his name, how did this person know, and this person did not hide the identity of the monk, but this person's cultivation, even Han Shi couldn't see through it, could it be ......

Han Shi didn't worry too much, now he was no longer in the early stage of cultivation, he already had the power to protect himself, even if this white-eyed Zen master had bad intentions, he had the confidence to be able to get out of the way.

There are no superfluous furnishings in the meditation room, only two futons, a low table in the middle, only two cups and a teapot on it, and a landscape of ink painting hanging on the wall.

"This tea is nameless, but the old man has personally picked it in the depths of this mountain for so many years, although there is no strong fragrance, but it has a unique taste. ”

The white-eyed Zen master raised the pot and made tea for both cups, which were seven points full.

The white-eyed Zen master picked up the cup by himself, sniffed the tea gently, and a sense of intoxication appeared on his face.

Han Shi tasted it, he didn't feel anything at first, his eyes suddenly lit up after more than ten breaths, and he tasted it again, and then his complexion changed again, and he drank the third sip, this time, Han Shi drank it all.

Unlike Han Shi, the white-eyed Zen master did not drink the tea after smelling it, but gently put down the teacup with a faint smile.

"One tea and three flavors, really extraordinary!"

Han Shi couldn't help but admire, this tea at the beginning of the mouth with a unique tea natural sweetness, the aroma is tangy, people have the meaning of intoxication, but soon after this sweet mouth, there are gradually signs of transformation towards bitterness, and when the mouth is full of bitterness, this tea gradually produces a third taste.

This taste is mellow, only after tasting the bitterness can be truly appreciated, just like a person's life, from the high-spirited youth, to the discouragement of middle age, and then to see through the red dust in old age, rejuvenation.

At this time, Fang is alcohol!

"I don't know where Xiaoyou's hometown is?" asked the white-eyed Zen Master softly, his eyes seemingly staring into the teacup in front of him.

"Jin Kingdom. ”

Han Shi couldn't help but glance at Zen Master Baimei, and he could feel that this person seemed to have a trace of excitement after he finished speaking.

"That's right...... The Han family in Dongyun City, is everything okay?"

Zen Master Baimei's tone was flat, but it made Han Shi's heart suddenly have waves, and his eyes were full of surprise, this person's identity was already about to be revealed.

"I haven't been back to the Jin Kingdom for nearly a hundred years, the Han family a hundred years ago, everything is fine, and it is still one of the three major families in Dongyun City, dare to ask the senior, but the seventh generation ancestor of the Han family----- Han Guang?"

Han Shi's mind was racing, and he had a speculation, if this speculation was true, it would be really incredible.

The white-eyed Zen master's eyes were long, and the color of memories filled it, "The name Han Guang, the old man almost can't remember it, the old man's current Taoist name is called Chilongzi, have you heard of it?"

Han Shi's heart was shocked, and he got up and bowed to the Baimei Zen Master, this worship was for the Nine Thunder Recipe of the Immortal Yuan ------- obtained in the Han Family's Zangwu Pavilion back then, if it weren't for Han Shi's major in the Stone Technique, the Nine Thunder Recipe would inevitably become the main practice, even so, this technique gave him a lot of help in the early days of Han Shi's cultivation.

This worship, Han Shi is sincere.

However, the other identity of the white-eyed Zen master ----- Chilongzi, but it made Han Shi's heart feel terrified, and he secretly had a defense, the name of Chilongzi, how did he not know that this person's way of killing had reached the level of stopping the night cry.

"I heard that Xiaoyou was by the Thundercloud Lake, and he used this technique to show his might, and the old man was very happy. ”

At the tip of the index finger of the right hand of the white-eyed Zen master, a little bright light suddenly appeared, flickering and flickering.

Han Shi's eyes were solemn, and he also raised his right hand, and the tip of his index finger also showed a little light, but compared with the light of the fingertips of the white-eyed Zen master, the brightness was slightly inferior.

The two glanced at each other, the light dissipated at the same time, and the white-eyed Zen master laughed and said: "I stayed in the Han family for this technique, just to wait for someone who is destined, but I didn't expect to meet this person here, the old man thought that I would never see the descendants of the Han family again in this life." ”

Han Shi smiled at the corner of his mouth, his face was slightly excited, but the depths of his eyes flashed imperceptibly, the words of the white-eyed Zen master seemed ordinary, but when they fell into his ears, they gave him a faint hint.

If you want to return to the Jin Kingdom, it is even simpler, you will never see the descendants of the Han family again in this life, there are only two possibilities, one is that you don't want to see it, and the other is that you can't see it.

This made Han Shi's heart very strange, this matter is not top secret, and there is no third person everywhere at the moment, if there is something to say directly, why use such a vague hint, presumably there is an unspeakable thing hidden deeply, with Han Shi's mind, he has long understood that not everything in this world can be said clearly, some things can only be expressed through hints, and some things can only be expressed through eyes and movements.

This thought was covered by Han Shi's calm face, and he did not show the slightest abnormality.

He raised his glass again, sniffed the fragrance of tea like a white-eyed Zen master, closed his eyes, and the fluctuations in his mind completely dissipated after this cup of tea, and he could no longer see anything unusual.

"The realm of the predecessors is much more than the next, Han Shi has a question that he is puzzled, I wonder if the predecessors can solve Han Shi's doubts?"

Han Shi withdrew his gaze from the ink landscape on the wall, looked at the white-eyed Zen master, and spoke calmly.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Everything in this world is in life and death, if we talk about withering glory, the extreme withering is death, and the end of glory is the meaning of life?"

"And between the withering and the glory, what is it?" Han Shi whispered the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

Zen Master Baimei shook his head, with a wise smile on his face, and he didn't speak, but a trace of surprise and appreciation inadvertently flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The Zen master raised his glass and drank it slowly, and then turned the teacup upside down, although the cup was empty, there was still a little tea left on the edge of the teacup, gathering into a drop.

With a flick of the fingers of the white-eyed Zen master, this drop of tea turned into a cloud of mist, which was absorbed by the ink landscape on the wall.

On the surface of the water, there are slight ripples from time to time, which makes people feel immersive.