: Looking at the grass and trees, still nothing

In the cold early spring when the belly of the fish is white, a branch of wild apricot blossoms slants out to block the road, turning into a light pink-white smoke that fills the field of vision. The field of vision extends to the limit, and there is nothing in the thousands of shadows in the silent space.

Jiang Wen sat under a tall oak tree, squinting his eyes and staring at the sharp blade in front of him. He concentrated one hand to prepare for the attack, but his peripheral vision disappeared in the mist.

However, the haziness in front of my eyes did not prevent my ears from hearing clearly. The bells of the packhorses kept ringing, clearly indicating that the old horses, which could not rest due to their livelihood and were covered with morning dew, were crossing the vast mountains and forests before rocking along the ancient road. Staggering towards the mountain village.

Jiang Wen stayed here, staring at Han Wang Qingdao in a daze for almost an hour. Luo Shuang'er listened to him chanting words such as "no clouds remain motionless", "clouds move the heart like the wind", "when encountering wind and clouds, they turn into dragons", "you Don't come over here." I thought it was some profound and incomprehensible mantra.

However, once Luo Shuang'er asked him what he was doing, Jiang Wen would say that he had reached a critical moment in cultivating his three-point return vitality and planned to take this opportunity to make a breakthrough. They would not go anywhere else today.

Luo Shuang'er nodded as if she understood. Quan thought he agreed with Jiang Wen's explanation, and then followed Jiang Wen's instructions and walked into a house where he woke up early in the morning and cooked a vegetarian meal in the name of Xitan Temple. The last words in this small village disappeared again and fell into silence again.

Fengwei Village is a typical village surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is located at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in the middle finger of Jizu Mountain. The four paths are verdant with lush vegetation, luxuriant hazelnuts and chestnuts, gurgling water flowing through the village in a streamline shape, and traditional houses with green tiles and white walls. Built next to a stream, it seems that everything in the settlement is still sleeping peacefully and is about to wake up.

It's a pity that there are always bugs that disturb people's dreams in the morning sleep. At this time, they rushed into the village. It was a dark-faced young monk who did not look like a Han Chinese. He hurried past along the stone road carrying a paper bag.

He was focused on crossing the bright flowers and willows on both sides, almost missing his target. Fortunately, a team of pack horses on the stone bridge met him on the narrow road. When the young monk turned around and glanced, he met this majestic knight sitting alone. .

"Donor Jiang, I finally found you...Why are you hiding here?"

Jiang slowly turned his head when he heard the sound of favor, and found a kind-faced young monk walking towards him, carrying a bunch of large and small paper bags in his hands. There seemed to be a shallow bruise on his forehead for some reason, but Qing Qing It is particularly obvious on the scalp.

"Little Master, I have no food or clothing in your Xitan Temple, so it makes sense to go to the foot of the mountain to find food, right? Looking at the way you are panting, could it be that you have gone around Jizu Mountain to find something to eat? "

Jiang Wen suddenly turned his head and waved his sleeves, and the long knife like frost and snow disappeared from the stone table. Then he slowly stood up and saluted the young monk. The magic-like performance made the young monk unable to recover for a long time. .

"Hey, although I promised Abbot Hongbian to investigate the matter, there is no such thing as an exhaustive plan. Just stop talking and let me take a guess..."

Jiang Wen touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Did Abbot Hongbian order you to go down the mountain and find me quickly after buying all the medicinal materials? Did he ask me if I had any new clues? And the wound on your head, was it caused by the doctor in the village?"

Jiang Wen spoke as if he were a guest. Every time he said another word, the little monk's face became more surprised. After a few words, he almost looked down on Jiang Wen. He clasped his hands and almost knelt down with a plop.

"Donor, you, have you mastered his psychic powers? How do you know what the young monk is trying to say?"

The previous two incidents were quite close to Jiang's mind after hearing about them, and the incident of the doctor's beating was something he had expected.

Yesterday, Jiang Wen asked Abbot Hongbian to prepare amethyst, tortoise shell, antlers, angelica and other medicines to treat stubborn diseases in Luo Shuang'er's eight meridians. However, in addition to treating internal injuries caused by martial arts, this medicine is mainly used for women.

The prescriptions for irregular menstruation, metrorrhagia and metrorrhagia were later included in the "Clinical Guide Medical Records Postpartum Clinic".

Let me ask him, can a young monk go to grab these medicines mysteriously early in the morning without getting beaten? The fact that he can still grab the medicines now is a sign of the benevolence of the doctor opposite.

Jiang Wen smiled mysteriously: "Little master, please sit down and speak slowly. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. There are no magical powers in this world, so don't be blinded."

But when mentioning magical powers, the little monk in front of him was so flustered that he had no backbone, but he immediately clasped his hands with a determined expression and said, "Donor Jiang, please don't lie to me. This young monk has seen with his own eyes that there are magical powers in the world. I became a monk just to learn the magical powers."

Jiang Wen glanced at the young monk in astonishment, confused by his determined attitude, but then he shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that the other person lowered his head and remained silent with a determined look on his face, obviously not intending to listen to what others were saying, Jiang Wen then asked, "What is the name of the little master yet?"

"My name is Aculin."

The young monk lowered his head and said naturally. He suddenly realized what he said as soon as he said it, "The name Master gave me is Pinzhao."

"The monk's name is Pinzhao? Where does Meng He's lobby manager come from?"

Jiang Wen nodded silently and said: "I think, young master, you have a simple nature and a smart mind. It doesn't seem like it would be a good thing to escape into Buddhism early. Are you interested in learning some Taoist and Confucian kung fu from me?"

"I, I have never thought about this... Donor, you'd better follow me back to meet the abbot..."

The young monk Pinzhao could hardly keep up with Jiang Wen's thoughts. He was stunned for a moment and answered in Chinese with great difficulty. Then he was able to deal with the issue of supernatural powers and responsibilities without changing, "Donor,

According to you, can people who study Taoism and Confucianism also cultivate and attain supernatural powers?"

"So what about supernatural powers? In the Buddhist scriptures, Venerable Maud Lian often uses his supernatural powers to save people, but in the end, he himself was beaten to death by outsiders with sticks. This shows that the magical powers are ultimately no match for Dingye."

Jiang Wen couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw that the other party only recognized supernatural powers: "You are still young. You can have more contact with them before deciding how to go in the future. You should think about other things carefully before talking..."

The little monk listened in a daze, but when Jiang heard that, he started pulling the reins here and there, leaving the anxious little monk where he was.

The two of them were still chatting outside the door. As soon as Jiang heard the words, Luo Shuang'er came out of the farmhouse, holding a pot of fragrant fried bait cubes in his hand. He placed it on the surprisingly cramped stone table and walked out of the apricot tree.

Break off two branches, remove the excess branches, and hold them in your hands.

In the slightly drunken spring breeze, these staple foods made of rice are steamed, pounded, and then sliced ​​and stir-fried with ham, bacon, eggs, pickles and other ingredients.

Compared with the local porridge noodles, it lacks the warmth of the soup, but the texture is chewier, soft and glutinous, and has an indescribable smoothness.

Seeing that neither of them had any intention of eating, Luo Shuang'er looked at Jiang Wen and the two chatting with puzzled eyes, and quickly ate everything in the basin. Then she wiped her mouth calmly and kept her posture.

Breathtaking elegance, never said a word.

"Uh...Sister Shuang, are you really not planning to save some for me?"

When Jiang Wen came back to his senses, he realized that there was only an empty plate left in front of him. He had no choice but to smack his lips, realizing that his habit of being a teacher might need to be corrected.

Jiang Wen had been spending time with his three apprentices day and night some time ago, and was used to having people around him listening to his nagging and teachings. Now that they were suddenly separated, he had to admit that as a master, he might be the one he was least used to.

Subconsciously, I want to grab someone to chat with me.

The only thing in the world that cannot be changed is the impermanence of the world itself. Even if Jiang Liushi does not turn around, traces of other things will eventually leave their traces. But facing Luo Shuang'er, Jiang Wen found that the topic between the two of them was lackluster.

After a quick recollection, Jiang Wen and his three apprentices had a master-disciple father-son relationship. Yan Wing Chun and Yuan Ziyi were also senior martial arts fellows. Naturally, they had many similar experiences. However, he lacked the experience of traveling in the world and had the same experience since childhood.

Miss Luo, who was protected by her father, could never find a suitable topic to talk about.

Zhuangzi explained this problem thousands of years ago. In Zhuangzi's words, "Departing from others will nourish you, thinking about others will deepen you." As people grow, they will become less and less familiar with themselves, that is, they will become more and more distant from the familiar self.

Further and further away, until suddenly a familiar person or scene pulls you back to the past, making you try to recall your original self, and the so-called dialogue is just a conversation with your original self.

To describe the current predicament in more concrete and simple terms, Jiang Wen thought it could be described in two words - "generation gap."

Jiang Wen didn't know if there was a generation gap, but this sad and thick barrier was real. At least Jiang Wen knew that when he was in junior high school, there would never be a father who suddenly came out to save the world and then kicked him.

The bizarre experience of being kicked into the wilderness thousands of miles away to survive. The difference between the two of them at the same age is probably that of Lina Belle and Annabell - one can't smoke it no matter how hard it is, and the other one can't throw it away, almost

There is no comparison.

Jiang Wen's slightly awkward silence became a kind of riddle in Luo Shuang'er's eyes. She only remembered that the other party dragged her around and around the mountains and fields, but did not explain anything.

What Pinzhao didn't know was that after the twists and turns last night, Jiang Wen and the two left Xitan Temple without sleeping almost all night. They first searched along Ma'anling and soon found a tower near Zunsheng Pagoda.

The bones of the stupa were dug up at night, and the traces of the soil being turned over were clearly visible, but the contents of the tomb were missing.

Afterwards, Jiang and Luo walked down the hillside, passing through many large and small temples, hearing and witnessing the silent and quiet atmosphere inside, before finally stopping in the village at the foot of the mountain.

After walking in a hurry all night, she was naturally hungry. Jiang Wen frowned and remained silent all the way. This made Luo Shuang'er full of doubts and had no way to answer, and she continued to remain silent——

She could feel that Jiang Wen was looking for something that should have appeared but had yet to be seen. It was like waiting for a fallen leaf in the cold forest or half a lotus flower on a deep pond. Even though it was in vain at the moment, his posture

Still very confident.

"Sister Shuang, don't underestimate this Fengwei Village. The things we are looking for here must be here."

Seeing that Luo Shuang'er was still suspicious, Jiang Wen decided to try to communicate again, so he extended his left hand to the Fengwei Village at his feet, saying, "According to the divination before I went out, it will be difficult to stay here. The date of the plan is not clear yet, and the official

Things should be slowed down, and those who have gone will not come back. Rushing for success will be fruitless. The five elements of today's tasks belong to water, and the direction is north. As long as we wait here, we will definitely achieve something."

This was not because Jiang Wen was talking nonsense, but because he knew that as long as he stayed in Fengwei Village, he would be able to find clues - this was determined by the topography and culture of Jizu Mountain.

In addition to the seemingly clean and peaceful atmosphere, there is also the fact that arable land is scarce in this mountainous area. The available arable land near Jizu Mountain is only a dozen acres of paddy fields and more than a hundred acres of dry land, which is completely insufficient to supply the whole area. The temple produces good farmland.

The thousand-acre Sidtan Temple was mostly allocated on paper by the Mu family.

Therefore, all the materials needed for this "Tiankai Buddha Land" rely on outside transportation, and then follow the only road directly up to Jizu Mountain winding up the mountain. If someone wants to leave, they must not escape from this only road connected to the outside world.

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Jiang Wen sat on the stone bench thoughtfully, not caring about the embarrassment of having no money in his waist. He asked the host for another plate of fried bait cubes. The farmer also hospitably brought a bowl of black children's tea. Luo Shuang'er

After only one sip, he was dissuaded by the bitter and cold taste, leaving Jiang Wen to slowly taste the bowl of bitter tea.

"Sister Shuang, I dragged you around on the mountain yesterday because Xitan Temple is now in a fog, and I have to figure out the incomprehensible things first."

This behavior is commonly known as exploring the fog to open up the field of vision. Jiang Wen held out the teacup and stretched out his fingers, slowly calculating and saying, "For example, how did the masked man come yesterday and how did he go? In a place where we can't see, there is another one on Jizu Mountain.

what happened……"

The young monk still didn't understand what the other party meant, so he said first: "Donor, when will the people we are looking for show up? What if they came out of the mountains in disguise?"

Jiang Wen smiled slightly: "I believe Abbot Hongbian's judgment is accurate. Besides, I also think that the night break into Fayun Pavilion was done by the men of Pingxi King Wu Sangui. As long as they are sure that this is something done by those martial arts masters, then they will continue

I can pretty much guess what you will do when you come down."

Why did Jiang Wen think that the other party was a martial arts person? Because only a martial arts person could do such a thing.

If the military leaders of Prince Pingxi were to do this, they would just have to fabricate a charge of aiding the enemy and collaborating with bandits for Xitan Temple, and then they could send troops to tie up all the bald men in the Zen temple. They could be like King Pingxi detaining the chieftain of Lijiang.

To be overbearing and unreasonable like Yi, there is no need to conduct a night visit to Fayun Pavilion and have to be extremely arrogant and hurt people.

This time, the man in black was secretive in his work, obviously relying on his martial arts skills to be able to come and go freely. What a martial artist like this wants is a prominent reputation and a stable position at the top of the list. He would never want to be robbed from the deep mountains and old forests by roosters and dogs.

Leave it, spread it out and become a laughing stock.

Therefore, even if people in the martial arts world steal or rob, they have to be like Luo Yuantong, who specializes in robbing the wealth of wealthy families. He steals eight wealthy families in Jinling in one night, in order to make his family famous.

That’s why Jiang Wen likes to deal with people in the Jianghu the most. These defined rivers and lakes are almost a perfect replica of Song Xianggong’s Battle of Hongshui, but the effect is exactly the opposite. Jianghu praises the master’s style so much, precisely to protect those who are truly

As a master, you don't have to worry about sap, lime and gang fights coming from everywhere when you go out.

"The people we are waiting for will be here soon. Don't worry, you can just stay here and watch the show..."
To be continued...