Nanfeng Mountain is actually a mountain range, made up of several mountains. The tallest one is called Tianyu Mountain, and the two shorter ones next to it are Taitai Mountain and Qianlai Mountain. The one closest to the town is called Tianyu Mountain.

Qiaoguang Mountain is specially used by people in small towns to cut firewood. There are several peaks further away looming in the clouds and mist.

At this time, halfway up the Terrace Mountain, Jiang Qiyun, who was slightly plump, was standing on a bamboo and looking towards the mountain. Suddenly, her face became happy, and she floated down from the bamboo and landed in front of Jiang Ling.

Jiang Qiyun said happily: "There is really a temple, not far ahead."

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, a little strange: "There was nothing yesterday, but today there is a temple."

Jiang Qiyun shook her head, "It's normal. When you reach that realm, if he wants you to see him, you can see him. If he doesn't want you to see him, you can't see him even if you walk in front of him. Isn't this the same in the Qianxu Realm?"

"Can it be done in this small world?" Jiang Ling asked, somewhat surprised.

Jiang Qiyun nodded and said: "Yes, this master is the only outsider recognized by the great avenue of this small world. Otherwise, he would not have been able to stay in this small world for hundreds of years."

Two women in white arrived at the entrance of the ancient temple. The old monk rarely sat outside the temple, as if waiting.

Jiang Qiyun and Jiang Ling walked up to the old monk, clasped their hands together, and said respectfully: "I have met Master Kubei."

Kubei nodded and waved again.

Jiang Ling looked shocked. He had worked so hard to find this temple for so long, but he asked us to leave just after we met?

Jiang Qiyun quickly replied: "There is a lot of trouble in this important place of Buddhism, so we will leave now."

Then he pulled Jiang Ling back and walked back until he was far away from the ancient temple. Jiang Ling asked, "Why did that monk drive us out without saying a word?"

Jiang Qiyun pondered for a moment before saying: "This master of suffering and sorrow practices Buddhist closed-mouthed meditation. He has not spoken for many years. I am afraid that only he himself knows. He asked us to leave because he knew what was going on and answered

us."

Naturally I have heard of Jiang Ling, the famous name of Closed Mouth Zen. In ancient times, the human world and the demon world were at war. The demon world had already attacked half of the mountains of the two realms. The human world was in danger. At this time, a Buddhist monk who practiced Closed Mouth Zen

After voluntarily leaving the mountain, all the cultivators in the human world retreated, leaving only the monk sitting alone on the top of the Great Wall between the two realms. The demon world thought that the human race had surrendered. Then it increased its troops and launched an attack.

The monk sat at the top of the city, his robes fluttering, until the demon clan reached the foot of the city wall, then he slowly opened his eyes and recited the first and last Buddhist call in his life. The sound was very low at first, inaudible,

Then it became louder and louder, like rolling thunder, one sound after another, reaching extremely far away, and the only sound left in the whole land was the long-lasting sound of "Amitabha".

When the human monks boarded the Great Wall of the Two Worlds again, they discovered that all the attacking monsters had been killed, and the monk had turned into a withered skeleton. Only then did the reputation of Buddhism spread.

Unexpectedly, a monk living in seclusion in this small world actually practiced closed-mouthed chanting. This requires great perseverance to practice. After practicing, you can never speak again, unless it is a critical moment of life and death. And if you don't open your mouth, it will break.

The backlash of gong will instantly wipe out the spiritual power in the body, including the power of flesh and blood.

Therefore, the day of speaking is also the day of death.

Jiang Qiyun continued: "The name of this master was only told to me by the sect leader before departure. As for why this master is willing to help us, I am afraid only the sect leader knows."

Jiang Ling stopped asking, and the two of them walked down the mountain together.

…

Xu Changsheng had already lit a fire in the yard, and blew air towards the fire with a bamboo tube. Every time he blew, the flames would "surge".

Originally, I asked Aunt He to come and eat with me, but when Aunt He heard that there was Liang Mi and another child, she immediately refused, saying that it was not convenient for you to talk here as an adult, and I didn’t feel comfortable staying here either.

You can eat it yourself.

Xu Changsheng thought for a while, it seemed like this

If that's the case, I won't force it anymore. I'll just send some to her when it's ready.

"It's your uncle's in the Tang and Song Dynasties!" Suddenly there was a shout from above.

"Tang and Song Dynasty?" Xu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Xu Changsheng didn't have time to raise his head when he heard a "bang" sound. A young man in gray robe fell in the courtyard of his home, causing a large amount of dust. Xu Changsheng quickly picked up the lid of the pot and covered the soup. Then he looked at the man.

.

The man struggled to get up from the ground, carrying a narrow knife on his back. He looked quite handsome. His long hair was simply tied up, and it was also stained with a lot of dust at the moment. The man patted the dust on his body, as if at this moment

Only then did he realize that Xu Changsheng was looking at him and smiled awkwardly.

Then he clasped his hands into fists and said, "Yan Beichen, I'm sorry for accidentally disturbing this little brother."

Before Xu Changsheng could reply, Yan Beichen sniffed and said, "What is it? It smells so good."

Realizing that Xu Changsheng was making a fire to stew something, he quickly ran over, opened the lid of the pot, sniffed it hard, and said with an intoxicated look on his face, "What kind of soup is this? It smells so good."

Xu Changsheng was a little dazed. Are all the monks outside so interesting?

But he immediately said: "This is the loach and tofu soup I just stewed. It may be too hot. It needs to be cooled for a while before you can eat it."

Yan Beichen was not afraid, he stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, put his index and middle fingers together, inserted it into the soup, and accurately picked out a loach. The soup was still dripping, and he put it into his mouth, chewing a few randomly.

The mouth was full of food and the stomach was full.

"delicious."

Suddenly something didn't feel right.

He turned to Xu Changsheng and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, my personality is like this, and it may have disturbed you a little. By the way, I haven't asked my little brother for his name yet."

Xu Changsheng immediately waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. My name is Xu Changsheng. Just call me by my name."

Yan Beichen didn't show up, and laughed, "You don't mind, but Xu Changsheng, the soup you stew is really good. It tastes much better than my mother's stew. Tsk, the soup my mother stewed is not for human consumption."

Something." Thinking of that soup, Yan Beichen couldn't help but shudder.

Xu Changsheng didn't know what to say. After all, it was the first time he faced such a familiar person, so he could only ask Yan Beichen to continue drinking soup, but Yan Beichen shook his head.

"Thank you Brother Xu for your hospitality. I just have other things to do, so I'll take my leave first." After saying that, he cupped his hands to Xu Changsheng, then thought of something, turned his right hand, and a talisman appeared in his hand, and said to Xu Changsheng

: "I have a Jing Fu here. After you finish eating, put it on the pot and the pot will be clean. It can still be used about ten times, so I'll give it to you. Just think of it as the bowl I washed. It doesn't count.

It’s all for nothing, haha.”

Throwing his hand away, the talisman fell into Xu Changsheng's hand and he walked away humming an unknown tune.

Xu Changsheng looked at the talisman in his hand and was very excited. This was the legendary talisman of the Immortal Family. He didn't expect that he could have one. If he sold it, he would probably be able to sell it for a lot of money.

However, Xu Changsheng was reluctant to sell it. This thing must be kept as a family heirloom. Thinking of this, Xu Changsheng immediately took the talisman home and placed it in the bed mezzanine of his parents' room, along with the banknote.

The soup was almost ready. Xu Changsheng filled a bowl with some and gave it to Aunt He. Aunt He smiled happily, touched Xu Changsheng's head, and kept praising him. When Xu Changsheng came out of her house, she happened to see Liang Liang.

Mi and Gu Guan walked in from the alley, arm in arm.

Seeing Xu Changsheng, the two men immediately ran over, pushed Xu Changsheng into the house, then locked the courtyard door and thought about it carefully.

Liang Micai said to Xu Changsheng mysteriously: "Xu Changsheng, you don't know what we saw outside."

Xu Changsheng couldn't help but smile, "Didn't you go see Li Ruan?"

Liang Mi didn't expect Xu Changsheng to say this, and her voice paused, "Oh, that's not the point. The point is that we saw it."

Liang Mi stopped talking as he spoke, as if waiting for Xu Changsheng to ask him. As for Gu Guan, he was not interested at all and took a bowl and jumped over.

Serve the soup and drink it.

Xu Changsheng also knew what Liang Mi was thinking, but he just said oh and didn't ask any further questions. Liang Mi looked at Xu Changsheng helplessly.

"Oh, Xu Changsheng, why don't you ask? Third brother and I saw the two immortals coming from outside, the one who was fighting with third brother. What were they called? Forget it, no matter what their names are, you know what they are.

." At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice, bent down, and pulled Xu Changsheng to lower his head before speaking.

"I saw that they were very respectful to Wu Kui, Wu Mouse's father. He looked just like his grandson, not to mention how honest he was. So, that guy Wu Kui must be an immortal, and he is also a very powerful one.

Even people from outside are so honest in front of him."

Liang Mi was a little worried, "Xu Changsheng, Witch Mouse is the son of an immortal. He will definitely become an immortal in the future. Do you think we treated him like this before? Will he retaliate against us? By then he will be an immortal and we will still be two."

Ordinary people, he just waved his hand and summoned a big stone, crushing both of us to death."

Xu Changsheng wanted to laugh a little. Liang Mi always thought so much, and was startled every day. Gu Guan was also drinking soup beside him, and said to scare him, "Yes, third brother, by then that Wu Weihu will also become a

Immortal, I can bully you as much as I want. Let me tell you, Immortals can attract ghosts. Maybe they cast a spell and attract a hanged ghost or something, dragging a bloody rope, and he will be next to you at night.

Ula-hoo-la." He was still pretending to imitate it.

Liang Mi said "Wow" and lay down on the ground, hugging Xu Changsheng's calf, "Don't scare me, I won't dare to do it again. I won't dare anymore."

As he spoke, tears and snot stuck to Xu Changsheng's trouser legs.

"Okay, okay, by then everyone will have become immortals and will be busy flying around in the sky all day long. They must have forgotten us a long time ago. How could they come back here to argue with us?" Xu Changsheng consoled him.

, if you don’t coax him well, these pants will never be seen again.

When Liang Mi heard this, she immediately stopped crying and looked up at Xu Changsheng, as if he didn't believe it. Xu Changsheng had no choice but to nod vigorously, and Liang Mi got up from the ground in the blink of an eye, "How dare you, my third brother, to scare you?"

Second brother, let’s see if I don’t teach you a lesson.” After that, the two of them started to fight again.

Not long after, the large pot of soup reached the bottom, and the three of them leaned together and chatted.

"I still think Sister Li Ruan's is good, it's so big, tsk tsk tsk," Liang Mi said.

Gu Guan immediately counterattacked, "I still think the one I saw on the street is pretty, with those long legs and so straight, tsk tsk tsk."

Liang Mi rolled her eyes, "She's tall, but she's not very good-looking, and she's so savage. Carrying such a big sword, my sister Li Ruan is better."

Gu Guan looked at Liang Mi with disdain, as if he was saying that you are a mountain boy who has never seen the world, and then sighed, "You are still young, you are still young, you don't understand anything."

"Why are you pretending? Maybe you are not as tall as someone else's thighs."
To be continued...