At the northern end of Daxia Kingdom, there is a temple on a certain mountain.
In the temple, there is an old monk with a white beard wearing cassocks. Kneeling in front of him is a young monk who has just returned to the temple from Yuchikou.
"You idiot, why don't you seize such a big opportunity in front of you so that you can come back and ask for your half-hearted master's opinion? If you become the disciple of that holy monk, you will be a real master.
There is light above. You can go out and talk to the uncles who came down from the mountain earlier. If you have the opportunity to become a holy monk in the future, it will be a great honor for you as a teacher. Fortunately, the holy monk did not leave in anger.
Man, otherwise I would have to use a mallet to crack open your inexperienced head."
The old monk with a white beard slapped Chonghui on his bald forehead and babbled about how he hated the iron.
The old monk is the abbot of this temple, and his dharma title is Zhizhen.
The temple is called Puxian Temple, and its background is not small. It was the largest Buddhist temple in Dongzhou a long time ago. But later, a young man with extraordinary talent came out of Qingzhu Temple in the south, who is now the holy monk, which led to the center of Buddhism in Dongzhou.
After moving south, Puxian Temple lost its title of No. 1.
In addition, most of the young people in Puxian Temple in recent years have mediocre talents, so the seed of Chonghui has only been born in the past hundred years.
This was also an important reason why Chonghui did not directly agree to be the first disciple of that holy monk.
Chonghui has a very good personality, but his brain is not particularly bright. He is a bit dull and rarely refutes what others say, especially in front of the master.
Facing the master's questioning, Chonghui just lowered his head and knelt on the futon without saying a word.
The old abbot of Puxian Temple sighed, and felt a little sorry for this little apprentice. He reached out and touched Chonghui's head and said: "You boy, I know that you are filial, but you have also seen the scene in the temple. You
In our temple, it is just a piece of rough jade left in the junk pile. It is a waste of all your cultivation qualifications. You don’t need to care too much about Master. Master’s biggest wish is that the temple can restore a little bit of its original glory. Now that we have this
You must seize the opportunity. Just follow the holy monk and practice with peace of mind. In the worst case, you can just return to Puxian Temple after you have achieved success in practice, and you will feel more at ease as a teacher."
Chonghui hummed, kowtowed heavily, but still said nothing.
When a dull disciple meets a verbose master, there is a certain balance.
Abbot Zizhen looked out the window and narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the past, I always thought that if my master was too talented and had little knowledge and could not teach this disciple well, I would no longer have such worries in the future.
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Taolin Town.
The town is called Taolin Town because there is a peach grove not far outside the town.
In early spring, the peach trees in the peach forest are already spinning, with tender green leaves and very small flower buds.
In the peach grove, there is a Taoist temple.
One old man, two young men and three Taoists.
The old Taoist was over seventy years old, with bags under his eyes and gray hair. He spent most of his time sitting in the middle of the room, meditating.
Two young Taoists, one a little older, about twenty years old, but very steady, often holding brooms, quietly cleaning the Taoist temple.
A dilapidated Taoist temple was kept spotless by this Taoist priest.
The younger one, about thirteen or fourteen years old, is very naughty compared to his senior brother. He spends most of his time away from the Taoist temple and often sneaks into the small town to play.
When the young Taoist was five years old, both his parents died. The old Taoist took pity on him and took him back to the mountain.
The little Taoist was picked up at the entrance of the Taoist temple when he was in his infancy, and he adopted him, thus accumulating a lot of merit for the Taoist.
The two apprentices of an old Taoist have very different personalities. The older one is taciturn and diligent, while the younger one is cheerful and naughty by nature.
They are extremely filial to him as their master.
"Ah Xuan, where is Tai Er?"
The old Taoist's hoarse voice came from the main room, and the young Taoist sweeping the floor stopped his broom.
"I'm going down the mountain, Master, probably to a small town." The young Taoist named Ah Xuan raised his head and looked into the house as much as possible.
"This kid doesn't know how to calm down for a moment. He is an old man and will be buried at any time. He doesn't know how to spend more time with his master." The old Taoist complained.
"What did Master say? Your old man and your family are so kind, you can live a long life." Ah Xuan said with a smile.
"It's rare to see you telling jokes." The old Taoist seemed to be in a good mood.
Ah Xuan put his hands behind his head, said nothing, and kept laughing.
"Tai'er has been going down the mountain a lot during this period. Is there something wrong?" The old Taoist in the room looked worried.
"It seems that there is a storyteller in the town. His stories are very exciting. Junior brother often goes to listen to them." Ah Xuan scratched his head and said.
"It's okay."
The old Taoist in the room breathed a sigh of relief and said: "As a senior brother, you should also take more care of that little junior brother. There are only three masters and apprentices in our small Taoist temple. We are the masters. You are the older one and you must have a lot of responsibilities."
It will fall on your shoulders first."
Ah Xuan's face was solemn, and it sounded like he was explaining the funeral arrangements. Master rarely spoke like this.
Although he was confused, he still said: "I understand."
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In a small town.
The small square was crowded with people.
"... I just heard the magic sword fairy wailing, 'When I come back again, I will be buried with you.' As the sword of the fairy was nailed into my brain, from then on, the magic sword that shocked the whole world
The immortal fell, and the immortal in white was also shattered by the formation, and died together with the Demon Sword Immortal. Peace returned to the world, and the name of the immortal in white moved the world, and the book ended."
Shi Yu's mouth was dry and he took a sip of wine.
Hearing the words "The end of the book", the small square where you could hear the drop of a needle suddenly became full of people. Some people felt that the white-clothed immortal was not worth it.
Some people still blame the person who broke up the Demon Sword Immortal and Hu Mei.
Some people even think that the person who made the rules for a different path for transvestites is not a good person either.
Shi Yu just smiled and said nothing.
The old rule is that when the rag is pushed forward, people will put money in one after another.
At the same time, Shi Yu handed a box of peach cakes to the waiter who came with him, and said: "Keep two pieces for yourself and distribute the rest."
The waiter did as he was told.
The afterglow of the setting sun hung on the top of the mountain. Shi Yu sighed softly, wrapped up the rag and stuffed it into his arms. With a thought, he quietly transferred it into the mustard stuff.
Now the mustard object was threaded by Shi Yu and hung around his neck.
The setting sun and starry sky are the most likely to cause homesickness.
Every time after finishing reading, the moment he saw the sunset, he could always think of the Nine Swords Gate, and then of that very, very small village.
"gentlemen?"
Seeing that Shi Yu was in a daze, the waiter walked around in front of him.
"Let's go."
Shi Yu came to his senses, stood up with a smile, and two people of the same height as the waiter, but with very different experiences, left the small square.
Afterwards, the waiter said goodbye to Shi Yu and said, "I won't see you after drinking."
Shi Yu walked alone into the night outside the town.
He passes an alley every day.
The alley is narrow and long, and the eaves on both sides cover the top of the head, making it depressing.
Fortunately, the alley is not long, only a hundred meters in front and back.
When entering the alley, Shi Yu saw a person standing at the end of the alley.
"stop!"
There was a shout from behind, and Shi Yu looked back.
It turned out to be the rich young man who threw him a piece of silver after talking about the book last time.
"Is something wrong?" Shi Yu asked expressionlessly.
He is not afraid of this person. This town is very ordinary and there are no practitioners. This is what he knew when he first came here.
When he finished asking this question, two more people followed the rich man into the alley. They were both fifteen or sixteen years old and extremely strong.
The person standing at the end of the alley should also be with them.
"Boy, you are so brave!"
The rich man sneered and said: "Do you know who I am? I don't even buy my respect. This is the first time in Taolin Town."
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Shi Yu said expressionlessly.
"Hahaha...he said he didn't know."
The rich man pointed at Shi Yu and turned to speak to the two followers. The two followers also smiled sarcastically, as if knowing his master was a great thing.
"Tell him who I am!"
The rich man waved his hand and ordered his two followers.
"He is the son of the mayor of Taolin Town, Wang Xiaoyan!"
"Did you hear that clearly? My father, Wang Dahe!"
The rich man had a proud look on his face, raising his head and nostrils towards Shi Yu.
Shi Yu couldn't help laughing, but Wang Xiaoyan could see that the two holes were indeed not big.
Holding back his smile, Shi Yu nodded and asked, "Remember, what next?"
Wang Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, how could he answer this? He was here to cause trouble, but this kid suddenly became so obedient, how could he still find trouble?
"Yeah, what next?"
Wang Xiaoyan slapped the person behind him on the forehead. The person immediately reacted and said sternly: "You must give me a slap first to remember it!"
"That's right." Wang Xiaoyan nodded with satisfaction, looked at Shi Yu, and asked, "Did you hear it clearly?"
Before Shi Yu could speak, a slightly childish voice suddenly came from above his head.
"Bah, mother-in-law, Wang Xiaoyan, you can even block your husband. If your father finds out, he will break your legs."
Several people looked up at the same time, and saw a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old wearing a gray monk's robe, with his hair tied back, lying on the eaves, looking down at a group of people.
"What kind of gentleman is he? Those mud-legged people in town are blind, but I'm not blind. A gentleman as old as me is really laughing." Wang Xiaoyan pointed at Shi Yu and snorted coldly.
Immediately, he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Are you meddling in other people's business?"
"Remember, your uncle and I will not change our names in business, nor our surnames in office. When we see injustice on the road, we will draw our swords to help the heroes and heroines of the rivers and lakes!"
The little Taoist jumped down, but when he landed, he said "Ouch" and fell flat on his face.
He stood up with lightning speed and stood in front of Shi Yu. With a solemn expression, he turned sideways and whispered: "Sir, I will hold them back in a moment. You run away quickly. I am thick-skinned and they can't kill me."
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Shi Yu was stunned, quickly smiled and nodded.
"What are you talking about?"
Wang Xiaoyan, the wealthy young master who lived up to his name, couldn't stand listening anymore and ordered the two sturdy followers behind him, "Get on top and beat me to death!"