At the pier, the rescued woman met her family.

The excited and happy woman felt something in her heart. She looked back towards the pier but did not see the boat. Looking up into the distance, she saw a small figure rowing a boat carrying an isolated girl on the bow and disappearing into the white mist of the river, as if she had never appeared in this world...

"Same world but different fates, we will meet again if we are destined."

Bai Yujun muttered, and the boat went away in the mist, and the fishing song of the iron ball was still so unpleasant and harsh.

Pangolins row and play in the gentle waters, while in the rapid rivers, a few fish spirits and water monsters are directly caught to pull the boat. Even if they are injured, they can use their momentum to scare the water monsters to work. Therefore, some fishing villages on both sides of the river are rumored to have female ghosts who use the water monster to pull the boat quickly.

Traveling a hundred miles a day, the water mist obscures the view.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, but it was a pity that I couldn’t play the flute due to coughing and chest pain.

Life is like a journey of varying lengths. Don’t be too hasty and miss the scenery along the way. There are only a few moments of leisure in this life, and all you can do is remember the beauty on the road before reaching the end.

Staying near the fishing village at night, I saw the spectacular wind and smoke in the scroll.

There are scenery and disturbances on the road, and the river has its own rules. Of course, if you are not a human being, you don’t need to care.

Just rushing along and not doing other things, there are water bandits robbing passing ships to make money. Small boats are swaying through the chaotic waters where people are busy boarding or resisting. They are too lazy to pay attention to this unique custom of making a fortune that has not been given up for thousands of years. Those who have fallen into the water are struggling to catch them.

Stand on the side of a small wooden boat and ask for help. The iron ball will swing the oar very seriously to beat the person away. It would be great if you have time to swim to the shore.

There was a water bandit who was seduced by the appearance of the girl on the bow of the boat and wanted to rob someone. He died without knowing how, and there were many corpses floating on the river.

One day.

Walking to a certain riverside county, Bai Yujun suddenly remembered an old acquaintance who was not very far away from here.

"Tie Qiu, let's go ashore."

"What to do with the boat..."

"Ahem... just push into the river and go with the current, it's more poetic."

"oh."

The small wooden boat drifted away with the current. On the shore, two figures, one big and one small, walked away. A pangolin who was used to rowing looked back and stared at the wooden boat with a little reluctance. It was really interesting to be on the river.

Iron Ball still likes mountains and forests on land because there are ants to eat them.

"Boss, where should we go now? Nanhuang doesn't seem to be in this direction."

"Ahem~ I'm going to see an old friend I haven't seen for many years. I don't know if he's dead or not. Human beings die all the time."

Traveling freely over mountains and ridges, occasionally passing through villages and towns to buy some food and supplies, or grabbing money from some beauty-seeking dandy to spend.

Walking through the bamboo forest, I saw a familiar lotus pond.

When I left Nanhuang and was waiting for my destiny, I rested here, lay down in the lotus pond and fell asleep, and fished by the pond. It was like a hundred years in a trance. There is a saying, time is really worthless.

Looking at the green bamboo sea and mountains in the distance, there is a temple on the mountain, a unique temple.

"Ahem... go up the mountain."

There are moss paths in the bamboo forest, mountain springs, stone cauldrons and flying clouds.

The path was slightly widened, stone slabs were covered with thick bamboo leaves, and the wind blew the bamboo sea with a pleasant rustling sound. I wonder if Zhuquan Temple is still there after so many years, and whether the strange pair of masters and apprentices have rebuilt the ruined temple that is about to collapse. They... still

Are you alive?

Walking through the green bamboo forest path, after turning a few turns, I saw that the crumbling temple had been renovated. Although it did not have the golden glazed tiles and expensive wood, it had an artistic conception that was free from the smell of copper. It looked very comfortable at first glance, and that special feeling was very useful.

Expensive materials can't do it.

The gate has been rebuilt so that no one will be killed and no one will have to climb over the wall to get in.

Knock on the door, there's a knock.

No one responded for a long time...

Bai Yujun smiled and turned towards the vegetable patch next to the temple.

When Bai Yujun saw three figures in the vegetable field, she almost coughed out the snake gall...

"Holy shit! It's normal for the big snake not to die. Why aren't you two dead? It's been hundreds of years? Old Huixian, are you a monster? Let me see if you dare to die!"

Make sure again and again that the three people in the vegetable field are not ghosts, but living beings.

A little boy with sharp teeth squatted on the ground and was busy eating rats. Judging from the smell, it was the snake spirit that protected the old Xianhui back then. It finally transformed after many years but was incomplete.

Little Shitou is still the same child he was back then, working tirelessly carrying water and watering vegetables. He is Shi Xin, so this is acceptable.

The question is, why is old Huixian still alive? As an old monk, you can live for almost a hundred years, so why are you living endlessly? Is there any king's law? Is there any law?

Little Shitou was stunned for a moment, and Old Huixian was also a little stunned as there were only a few teeth left.

The little boy in the shape of a big snake was trying hard to spit out the half-swallowed mouse. Snakes have the habit of spitting out undigested prey when they encounter certain special situations.

"White Tiger, you're not dead! Great!" Xiao Shitou threw away the bucket and ran over.

"I knew you, a monster, would never die." Old Huixian smiled like a wild chrysanthemum in full bloom in the wilderness.

The snake spirit couldn't speak but very matter-of-factly handed the rat he had just spit out to the boss.

Iron Ball has no interest in humans. He is seriously thinking about the rat spit out by the snake spirit. He doesn't understand what's so delicious about it. It's covered in hair and blood.

The quiet Zhuquan Temple is bustling with activity.

After carefully observing Huixian, Bai Yujun was amazed. This old chrysanthemum actually found his own way of practice, or he was his Buddha. No wonder there was a snake spirit guarding his way to protect his practice. Sure enough, the snake spirit was quite good.

Because he earned enough benefits from protecting Lao Huixian to improve his cultivation, seeing that he transformed into a young man, he knew that he had a bright future.

Lao Huixian carefully read the medicine books to treat Bai Yujun's injuries, but no effect was better than nothing.

"Donor Bai, you must be a lucky person...Snake Heavenly Appearance, let me read a scripture to pray for you."

Bai Yujun grabbed the old monk and cursed him angrily.

"Old boy, you want to kill me, right? Is chanting sutras to a monster really a blessing? Do you want me to give you a mouthful of venom to see if it can kill you?"

"Haha, unexpected surprise..."

On the other side, the snake boy hurriedly swallowed the mouse.

Inside the temple, Bai Yujun found that things were very old and nothing like those famous temples that were bustling with incense and filled with devotees and devotees. Only rats and bamboo rats would visit here.

"It's so deserted here, cough...have you always lived like this?"

Old Huixian sighed.

"Well, everyone says it's good to live forever, but when someone really lives forever, they say it's a monster. My Zhuquan Temple became a famous ghost temple nearby. People in the village were afraid of me and Xiao Shitou. Later, I simply stopped talking to him.

Go out to the mountains and seek some peace and quiet, it will be conducive to your practice if your days are a little more miserable."

Now we all understood that when the people outside the mountain saw the two immortal monks, they thought they were monsters and did not dare to approach them. As time went by, they could only forget each other and live their own lives.

How should I put it? The people at the foot of the mountain have missed a true Buddha, and life is like this.

Outside the hall, the snake spirit generously presented a small stone and a live mouse each with an iron ball... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Asks the Immortal", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find confidants
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