Master Luo Ji completely ignored the others, and his cold and electric eyes fell straight on Xiao Fan's face.
Of course, doing this is very rude.
However, Master Logi's age was qualified to do so. Moreover, true hermits did not care much about worldly etiquette. They were often able to leave behind the external appearance of things and see the essence directly.
"Master Logi!"
Xiao Fan stood down the steps and bowed slightly.
A smile bloomed on the old monk's old face like a dried orange peel, like the spring breeze blowing on the severe winter.
"Mr. Xiao, please come in!"
The interior furnishings of Master Luoji live are as simple as possible. Ascetics don’t care about the enjoyment outside. They cannot practice in places like Jiayuan Temple. Even outsiders can’t do it all year round.
If you don’t see a few, who will show it to? Only real eminent monks and great masters will choose to come here to practice hard and sharpen your mind.
Everyone sat in the yard with guests and hosts, and there was not even a chair, each with a cushion. Master Gyatso personally took the initiative to serve the guests a cup of tea. It is tea, not butter tea. The main function of butter tea is to increase the body's calories and resist the guests.
The severe cold of the plateau helps eliminate altitude sickness. When it comes to mellow fragrance, it is naturally not as good as real green tea.
"Which school of magic does Mr. Xiao come from Middle-earth?"
Master Logi asked with a smile, his eyes still astonishing as cold lightning.
Ji Qingsha was a little uncomfortable. For such an old monk, everything in the world should be taken lightly. Such a cold look seemed to be as good as the identity of a great master, monk, and master.
It’s not a perfect match. Of course, this is just Ji Qingsha’s personal feeling. Perhaps the master of the Snowy Plateau and the monks of Middle-earth Buddhism have different goals in practice.
"Master, I am the descendant of Wuji Sect."
"The successor of Wuji?"
Master Logi's color changed.
"So, what is the relationship between Mr. Xiao and Zhishui Zhenren?"
Xiao Fan quickly owed his body and said respectfully: "It's the master of his family."
Master Luo Ji was even more surprised and looked at Xiao Fan up and down in surprise, as if he was a little disbelief: "Mr. Xiao is the personal disciple of Zhishui Zhenren? But if the old monk read it correctly, Mr. Xiao is very young...
Although I have a relationship with Zhishui Zhen, I have heard of Zhishui Zhen’s reputation when I was very young a long time ago. When I was traveling to the Central Plains, I heard about the great reputation of Zhishui Zhen’s…”
How old are you? How could you be a personal disciple of Zhishui Zhenren?
Although Master Luoji is already in his 80s, he is a "young man" compared to Master Zhishui. If he had the honor of meeting Master Zhishui, Master Luoji would probably have to keep the etiquette of his disciples.
.For example, Master Gyatso is a disciple of Master Logi. He looks very young, but in fact he is nearly fifty years old.
Ji Qingsha smiled and said, "Great Master, Mr. Xiao is not only a disciple of Master Zhishui, but also a real person in the contemporary head of Wuji Sect!"
Master Luo Ji was even more surprised. He clasped his tribute to Xiao Fan again and said, "It turned out to be Zhenren Xiao. He was silent... He heard from Gyatso that Zhenren Xiao helped the Doba tribe to kill the Thousand-year-old snow demon. It turned out to be from Wuji Sect
It’s no wonder that the contemporary head sects are real people.”
Xiao Fan said a few words of humility.
Xiao Fan respects the great monk like Master Luoji from the bottom of his heart.
"I heard from Gyatso that Zhenren and his party are preparing to go deep into the snow mountain to pursue the nest of the Thousand-year-old Snow Demon. Are they planning to completely kill this monster?"
"It's true."
Master Luo Ji's expression suddenly became serious and said in a deep voice: "Zhengren Xiao, in the legend, this thousand-year-old snow demon is a demon spirit in the snow, with infinite power. Please forgive me for yours, you can do it in the Doba tribe.
It hurts or even drives it away, probably because it caught it off guard. But you must also be clear that in the depths of the snow mountain, the snow demon can exert its maximum power. However, we humans will be affected by bad weather, and their true strength is very good
It's hard to play out."
Xiao Fan nodded and said, "The great master said yes."
Seeing that Xiao Fan had no intention of changing his mind, Master Luo Ji asked again: "Zhengren Xiao, how do you track the whereabouts of the Thousand-year-old snow demon in this ice and snow?"
Xiao Fan said: "When we fought with the snow demon, we took advantage of the situation and left some backs on it. As long as the snow demon did not leave thousands of miles away, we could detect its traces."
Master Luo Ji said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Zhenren Xiao had such a method, and the country is truly worthy of being a great sect in Middle-earth."
The ascetics on the plateau practiced "meditation" and also had similar tracking methods, but for ordinary people, it is naturally far from enough to track this kind of monster in the snow.
Xiao Fan smiled and said a few more humble words.
Master Luo Ji pondered for a while and said in a deep voice: "Let's do this, Master Xiao, you guys will rest in Jiayuan Temple for one night. Tomorrow morning, I will accompany you into the mountain to find the thousand-year-old snow demon."
Everyone was shocked.
Danzeng Duoji almost jumped up and shouted hurriedly: "Master, how can that be?"
No, old monk? Even if you are not a hundred years old, you should be in your 90s. Are you kidding us when you go deep into the snowy mountains with wind and snow? You made sure you can still walk up after leaving the temple gate.
One mile?
It is already amazing that an ordinary 90-year-old man can walk hundreds of meters slowly without anyone helping him when the wind is sunny. Even if Master Luo Ji has a high level of cultivation and superb internal skills, he is snow.
The most famous hermit in the Domain Plateau, no one believes that he still has such physical strength.
Master Gyatso also said hurriedly: "Master, never do it!"
Seeing that Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha were about to persuade him, Master Luo Ji waved his hand, stopped them, and said with a smile: "Zhengman Xiao, I can still accept disciples and teach them at the age of 100. Do you think of it so much?
Are I an old bone? Although Wuji Sect is a great sect in Middle Earth, and has been passed down for thousands of years, our plateau Buddhism also has its own unique secret. If you really drag your back, Zhenren Xiao just throws the old monk on the road.
, don't pay attention."
Xiao Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This old monk is really Jiang Gui's nature, and he is so old. He said this hard, and immediately blocked all Xiao Fan's words of advice. What else is it, it is just that he looks down on the unique secret of plateau Buddhism.
Now!
Besides, since the old monk is so confident, it is definitely not an impulse. If he really doesn’t have any clues in his heart, Master Luo Ji would not make such a request rashly.
It’s not because they are old, they are really impatient and want to die on their own.
Things settled like this.
That night, a group of five people were resting in Jiayuan Temple. Ji Qingsha took a good hot bath and was refreshed all over. The fatigue of several days seemed to be wiped out, becoming radiant and energetic.
Early the next morning, the chase team left Kaharaji Temple.
Master Logi was in the team.
The old monk held a hardwood crutch, a cotton robe and a cotton hat. Like Danzeng Duoji and others, there was a long leather bag around his waist, containing dry food, and his snow-white beard was in the howling cold wind.
It keeps flying, looking very dazzling.
Jiayuan Temple is still quiet. Except for Master Gyatso, no other ascetic practitioners appeared to see him off. Danzeng Duoji explained to Xiao Fan that the masters who lived in seclusion in Jiayuan Temple were originally not in charge of each other.
The Master Luoji Master Gao Dexun Nian. If there is any business in the temple on weekdays, he usually asks him for instructions on how to deal with it, but it does not mean that other masters are his disciples. On the snowy plateau, this is a very good thing.
It is a normal phenomenon. Any mountain temple where ascetic monks live in seclusion is similar to that in Kayuan Temple.
Master Gyatso is the direct disciple of Master Luo Ji, so he is naturally different from others.
Originally, Master Gyatso wanted to follow his master into the mountain, but was stopped by Master Logi. The old monk did not give any reason, but his tone and expression were extremely serious. Master Gyatso did not dare to disobey his master's order, so he had to do it.
The heavy wind and snow have stopped, and the sky is white in front of me, and I can't tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.
This time, Master Luoji was at the forefront of the team. Master Luoji explained clearly that no one is more familiar with the geographical situation deep in the snowy mountains than him, even the most senior student of the Doba tribe.
The medicine man is not as good as him.
No one questioned this.
The ascetics on the Snowy Plateau are some similar to the Taoist hermits in the Central Plains. The pursuit of the way of immortality is their common feature. However, the Taoist hermits are burning mercury and elixirs, while the ascetics on the Plateau collect medicinal medicine, which is roughly the same.
When collecting medicinal materials, Master Luoji must have gone deep into the hinterland of the Daxue Mountains more than once during his youth.
Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha followed closely behind.
First, they want to track the breath of the thousand-year-old snow demon and point the direction for the leader; second, they are not very relieved of Master Luo Ji. If the old monk is exhausted, they can rescue him in time. If the old monk is placed at the end of the team,
Maybe when the strong wind will be blown away, no one else knows it yet.
However, an hour later, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha changed their original thoughts.
The old monk's physical strength was far beyond their expectations. He walked slowly and quickly at the front of the team with a crutch. Although the speed was not very fast, he never stopped after an hour.
The pace always keeps moving forward at such a constant speed. Xiao Fanji is fine, Danzeng Duoji can keep up, Gongbu and Danzhu are obviously not as strong as their internal strength, and they are already a little out of breath. They barely walked for another hour, and even had to
They took the initiative to stop and rest for a moment. After sitting down, the two brothers looked at each other, showing a look of shock and admiration.
Master Luo Ji is famous on the plateau, and even the leader and monks are treated with disciples. There is no reason.
After walking for another seven days, a group of six people climbed over the large glacier and climbed a high snow-capped mountain.
"This is Mount Lugong!"
Master Logi had a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows and beard, but his spirit was still refreshed and he said calmly.
Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha stood side by side next to Master Luoji, looking into the distance, and raised their eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise and joy.