Mu Yuntong's nose was sour, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I stopped the master from setting foot in the rivers and lakes, not for these people, but for the good of the master." The master has cultivated all his life, never asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and got the name of a land immortal. Now that he is old, why did he suddenly think of setting foot in the rivers and lakes? In doing so, the master did not destroy the heads and masters of various sects and factions in the rivers and lakes, but the reputation of his own life. You are not helping the master by doing this, but you are harming the master. Stop it, we can't afford to go wrong like this again. ”

Master Zhenghui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what the thirteenth prince said is very true. The Thirteenth Prince has such a mind at such a young age, which is impressive, how can the God Lord of the Snow Mountain not be able to see through it after meditating on the Great Snow Mountain for decades?"

Suddenly, I heard a voice in mid-air say: "Old monk, don't talk cool here!"

The voice was neither angry nor angry, neither heavy nor overbearing, it sounded far away, but it seemed to be speaking in the ear, and the voice was calm and penetrating.

As soon as Master Zhenghui heard it, he knew that this was the work of transmitting sound for thousands of miles, and the person who spoke sounded as if he was in his ear, but in fact he was far away.

After a while, a few white things fell from the sky, and Duan Yuntu reached out to catch it and found that it was a pear blossom that fell. Then there were more and more pear blossoms, flying and circling in mid-air, and slowly falling, as if it were snowing heavily.

Immediately afterwards, a white shadow appeared between the flying "snowflakes" and slowly fell down.

Duan Yuntu stared at it, and this white shadow was a person dressed in white. This person's body is as if it has no weight, and it can slowly fall like this in mid-air, this light skill is really unheard of.

After the man landed, Duan Yuntu saw clearly that this person was slender and dressed as a Taoist, not only wearing white clothes, but also his hair and beard were all white. White clothes, white hair and a wisp of white beard fluttered in the wind, quite like a fairy wind bones.

Master Zhenghui took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Who is my Dao, it turns out that the god lord has arrived." The old man has lost his way to welcome. ”

This person turned out to be really the Snow Mountain Divine Lord, Duan Yuntu had long doubted it, but he dared to confirm it after listening to Master Zhenghui's words. After all, the Snow Mountain Divine Lord hadn't descended the mountain for decades.

When Duan Yuntu was very young, he heard that there was a god lord of the Snow Mountain on the Great Snow Mountain, whose martial arts were unfathomable, but he did not set foot in the rivers and lakes, and only cultivated immortals on the Snow Mountain. At that time, what appeared in Duan Yuntu's mind was the appearance of this person in front of him. Unexpectedly, twenty years later, I actually met a real person here.

The god lord of the Snow Mountain looked at Master Zhenghui and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for decades, you have changed from a little monk to an old monk, and even from a small novice to the current abbot of Chongsheng Temple. Time flies!"

Master Zhenghui said: "But the god lord doesn't seem to have changed much in the past few decades, and he is still in this spirit. ”

The god said, "Oh, is it really not poopy at all?"

Master Zhenghui said: "If you want to talk about changes, of course there are, according to the old man, the god lord has become more immortal." ”

The Divine Lord laughed and said, "The master is really good at talking. It's old and useless. I'm afraid that the characters of the same generation as the old man are no longer alive, and the people of your generation are also old. Look at these younger generations, they are all adults, in their prime, high-spirited, we can't compare. ”

Master Zhenghui said: "What the god lord said is true. The sun and the moon are shining, spring goes to autumn, this is the way of nature. The same should be true for man, who comes from nature, grows, ages, and finally returns to nature. Everything in the world is like this. ”

The Divine Lord smiled, "The master has seen it thoroughly. At that time, I had already seen that the master was a person with wisdom roots, and sure enough, he was now the abbot of the dignified Chongsheng Temple, and his opening was Buddhism and Taoism. The old man is not as open as the master, you can. ”

Master Zhenghui said: "The god lord said that he laughed. ”

The Divine Lord put away his smile and said, "The old man didn't joke with you. The old man has been enlightened for decades, but he has never participated in the Dao of Enlightenment, isn't this just because of some things that have happened in the rivers and lakes recently, and he can't bear to go down the mountain?"

Master Zhenghui said: "In troubled times, a lot of things have happened in the rivers and lakes recently, but I don't know which thing alarmed the god lord and allowed you to go down the mountain in person?"

The god said: "The old man heard that a treasure map suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes recently, which is said to be related to the legendary treasure of Fuxian Lake. ”

Master Zhenghui said: "This is indeed the case. And there have already been many people who have given their lives to fight for this treasure map. ”

The Divine Lord nodded and said, "That's it." According to the old man, I am afraid that a series of things that have happened in the rivers and lakes recently are related to this treasure map. The old man still remembers that when I was very young, the tutor told the old man about the martial arts catastrophe more than 100 years ago. The family teacher said that the turmoil back then was caused by the treasure of Fuxian Lake. Almost all sects were involved in the fight. Countless master masters died in this catastrophe, and the talents of Yunnan martial arts withered and collapsed. The tutor witnessed the catastrophe with her own eyes. To this day, the old man still remembers the sad and desperate look when the tutor told this incident. Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years have passed, and the treasure of Fuxian Lake has been brought up again, and it seems that there will be another bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. How can the old man sit still?"

Master Zhenghui said: "Amitabha." It turns out that the Lord of God is because he is compassionate and compassionate, and he is worried about the world. ”

The god lord smiled and said, "Therefore, the old man wants to come down the mountain and try to stop this martial arts turmoil and save this catastrophe in the martial arts." ”

Master Zhenghui asked, "I wonder how the Divine Lord wants to stop this martial arts catastrophe?"

The Divine Lord smiled, "This is easy to do. This turmoil started entirely because of that treasure map, and the old man only needed to get the treasure map, and then destroy it, and draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle. Without the treasure map, there is naturally no way to fight. ”

Hearing this, Duan Yuntu separated the crowd, came to the venue, and said in a loud voice: "Don't bother the Divine Lord. The treasure map is here, so I will give it to Master Zhenghui, and Master Zhenghui will burn it in public. That's it. ”

As he spoke, Duan Yuntu took out the treasure map from his arms and held it high.

Seeing a young, sloppy little Hanako, the god suddenly stood up and claimed that he had a treasure map in his hand.

His eyes lit up, and he didn't know whether this picture was true or false, so he pretended to be calm and said in a loud voice: "Is the treasure map in the little brother's hand?" But I don't know if it's true or not, you can show it to the old man." ”

(End of chapter)