The forest is far west, and there is a towering mountain, which is a Feng Shui treasure land. The mountain cage is green and pleasant in all seasons.

The height of the mountain is hard to describe. I just feel that the vast clouds pass by my feet. I stand on the top of the mountain and look at the earth. The mortal world at the foot of the mountain is all through the tumbling sea of ​​clouds. Looking at each other from a distance, there is a fairyland at the foot of the mountain. There is also a fairyland on the mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. Unlike other Taoist temples, it is really a sparrow with small internal organs. Not to mention the sparrows, the sparrows are made of beautiful flowers and plants. Even the Sanqing statues in the main hall are not ordinary clay sculptures, but are made of gold and silver. They are extremely magnificent. There are many nobles and wealthy business around Caixiantan. It is possible that the Taoist temple is decorated so magnificently, and there are very few.

There is only one old Taoist priest and one little Taoist priest on the mountain. It has been ten years since they were here. But the strange thing is that, except for the old Taoist, the young Taoist teenager rarely goes down the mountain. It is often seen in two or three years. The little Taoist priest staggers from the mountain with a bamboo basket higher than him. The mountain wind is swift and the Taoist robe is raised, and the Taoist robe is carved with pink and jade, but the meaning of being out of the world is rich.

"I said to Master, I have time today, why do you have the time to see what's going on in the mountains?" The Taoist boy sat down on the cliff, held two vermilion fruits in his hand, handed one to the old Taoist, rubbed the remaining one on the hem of his clothes, and ate it with relish.

"Why, I am so tired of staying on the mountain. I can't see the scenery. Wouldn't you suffocate me to death?" The old Taoist was not angry and put a pair of old palms on the Taoist boy's head and rubbed it hard. As a result, the Taoist boy was scolded. He put his hand back into the Taoist robe in disappointment and sighed, "I am so old that I can't care. The way of heaven is unfair. If I let me die in the mountains, I am considered the Infinite Heaven."

The Taoist boy sneered: "Master, it's okay for monks to have some shame. Looking at the extremely luxurious decorations of this Taoist temple, I also have the nerve to say that I was in a mess. Why did the strong wind get so shocked and choose such an unreliable master?"

The old Taoist looked straight and his eyes widened, and his eyes widened: "Nonsense! If there is no silver, can you still eat the little holy fruit just above? The tree is very precious, but it was transported from Nanli from thousands of miles away. If you are accidentally rooted and damaged, the whole tree will wilt. It takes a thousand taels of silver to get one, just for our master and disciple to have a sweet taste on the mountain. It is really heartbreaking for you to say this."

The Taoist boy snorted and said, "We shouldn't use gold and silver to shape the Three Pure Body. Taoist temples were originally pure and they were always contaminated with the worldly silver and money." He was a famous young genius in the Taoist sect, and naturally he highly praised Taoist laws and rules, but his master's behavior was too out of line. Not to mention the secular world all day long, he was very annoyed by the good Taoist temple.

The old Taoist smiled, spit out the fruit core, buried it in the gap in the mud under his feet, carefully covered it with soil, took out a kettle and poured a little clear water into it, and said softly: "There is a Buddhist saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart. If people learn from me, it is like entering the devil's way. Although people always forget the second half of the sentence, the first half is not without reason. You might as well think about it. If you wear gold, silver and houses, you can't be a good Taoist priest? People in the world pay attention to purity and hard work, but no one has ever thought about it. If you really regard money as dung, then why avoid it like snakes and scorpions? In the final analysis, it is not the fault of money, but the mistake is just the uncertainty of people's hearts."

"Look at the boy deep in the forest, who is the same as his master, is very good at walking around the world with his empty cloth bag. Wouldn't he still be happy and full of chivalrousness?" The old Taoist stretched out his left hand and put his hand on the awning down to look.

The boy was silent in the forest.

In front of us, birds and birds were broken. Obviously, under the impact of these birds, the cicada net was not injured, but it almost destroyed the bird formation. The conflicts and the giant spears collapsed, but the shield was not affected. What's worse at this moment is that the cicada group seemed to have seen that the young man had no skills, and the cicada chirping was a little stronger. The cicada curtain, which looked like a net, was already within ten steps of the boy, and the boy could even clearly see the cloud patterns on the cicada's belly.

Immediately, the retreating boy smelled a burst of fragrance, like orchids and musk, and his body was relaxed and he felt as if he had become a fairy. The boy thought that he was not good. If there were strange things in the barren forest that emitted a faint fragrance, it would be fine. What was terrible is that the cicada group finally couldn't stand the murderous intention and released the strange poison, which spreads with the forest stroke. The result was self-evident.

Is it really going to die here? The boy jumped over a bush and looked resolute. Since he couldn't escape and could not escape, it would be better to turn back and fight, and it would be easier. As soon as he thought, the boy forced his mind and pulled out the broken sword, turned around and glared at the group of cicadas coming towards him, and his body was straight.

"Another one who is not afraid of death." On the top of the mountain, the old Taoist shook his head, his eyes full of memories. I remember that there was such a young man who, like most men in the world, saw life and death lightly, and walked all over the world with one sword. I guess those old guys back then did not expect that the young swordsmen who were like ants in their eyes would stumble in the world, and just walked to them in front of them, and even stepped on the heads of some people to climb to the top of the swordsmanship. They have been here for decades.

"I am very bad at swordsmanship, but I guess your master has no time to take care of him now, so I have to interfere with him and lend you some bad sword intent." The old master took off his hair crown, pulled out a beast bone hairpin, threw it to the foot of the mountain, and laughed, "At worst, your master owes me countless genius treasures, silver and wine, and you will still be there for him in the future."

With the sound of laughter, the bone hairpin fell off the cliff, and a few breaths came to the bottom of the valley; the wind was fierce, and the bone hairpin was blown like a willow in the wind, floating unsteadily. The Taoist boy was curious and quickly leaned over to look. Ordinary people knew that the distance was small and the big, but from beginning to end, the size and length of the hairpin had not changed at all until it was approaching the bottom of the valley, and it was barely fixed.

The hairpin is still a hairpin, but there is no three-foot-long hairpin in the world, and how can there be such a majestic hairpin?

Yun Zhongfu, who was unknown to his heart, slowly opened his mouth: "Go back." There was a stream at the foot of the mountain. When the three-foot bone hairpin was about to fall, he stopped gently. The tip of the hairpin pointed to it, and a few waves of water were swayed, and then it flashed like thunder, rushing into the sky until it disrupted the clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and rose, flooding the old Taoist crane's hair and white beard, and only a long mark was left between the heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, the young man raised the broken sword in his hand and threw it gently. The surprise was that the sword had not fallen, but hovered in the palm of the boy's hand, and walked slowly around the cicada group.

The boy in white smiled.

"Come on."

The bone hairpin flew back into the old Taoist bun in an instant.

The Breaking Sword also returned to Yun Zhong's palm in an instant.

The cicada crow came to an abrupt end.
Chapter completed!