Wei Xuanyuan and others had already entered the mountain and came under a snow-covered peak covered in silver.
It has been windy and snowy for days, but the sun suddenly came out today.
It was early in the morning, and everyone was lucky enough to witness the extremely rare spectacle of "Rizhao Jinshan".
"This is the Tiangang Mountain." Wei Xuanyuan raised his chin and stared at the towering snow-capped mountains in front of him.
There are strange pines and strange rocks on the snow-capped mountains. A mountain road winds its way up the mountain in a zigzag shape. There is a temple halfway up the mountain, and the faint sound of bells can be heard.
Listening to the familiar bells and looking at the familiar mountain road, the fierceness and coldness in Wei Xuanyuan's eyes suddenly softened, and his eyes softened.
It seems like asking others but also like asking myself: "How many years have I lived here? Twenty years, haha, a whole twenty years!"
"If it hadn't been for that old stubborn master who locked me up in the grotto, I would have gone down the mountain long ago~~"
"If I had gone down the mountain earlier, I might have captured the Great Zhou Dynasty long ago."
"Master, you have delayed my bright future and ruined my big things, so don't blame me for using your body to raise gu today, hum!'
"Let's go up the mountain.'
Wei Xuanyuan muttered for a while, then waved his hand and led the group up the mountain.
The road up the mountain is difficult to walk in the first place, and it is even more difficult to walk due to the ice and snow. How will the weak Song Miao and A Qin go up the mountain?
Song Miao was so thin that it was easy to carry a handful of bones, but Ah Qin was a Gu master, and no one under her command dared to approach her.
Wei Xuanyuan had no choice but to untie her acupoints, tie her hands and let her walk up the mountain by herself.
At this moment, in the temple halfway up the mountain, an eight or nine-year-old novice monk was sweeping snow in the yard. Seeing so many people coming up from the mountain, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly dragged the broom to the main hall to report to his master.
"Master, master, I have seen many people going up the mountain, and they are carrying swords and don't look like pilgrims worshiping Buddha. Please go out and have a look."
A middle-aged monk in monk's robes was kneeling in front of the main hall, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras. When he heard Little Amitabha's report, he spoke calmly.
"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided. Don't care who they are, just let them come in."
"Yes, Master." The little novice monk could only nod, took the broom and walked out of the hall, continuing to sweep the snow.
But his eyes would look down the mountain from time to time, nervously guessing the identity of the person coming.
Since they are carrying swords, they must be coming with bad intentions.
The little novice was sweeping the broom here and there, with no intention of sweeping away the snow.
He and his master were the only two people in the temple. The master went crazy and suffered internal injuries while practicing martial arts a few days ago. He would definitely be unable to defeat so many people. What should we do?
The little novice monk was getting anxious when the county man came to the door of the temple and knocked on the door.
"Who?" the little novice monk said nervously as he rushed out the door, holding the broom tightly.
"Junior Brother Yuan Qing, it's me, your senior brother." Wei Xuanyuan spoke quickly, looking anxious, "Open the door quickly, I rescued a wounded person at the bottom of the mountain, and he needs to come in for treatment.'
When the little novice monk heard that his senior brother was back, he was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the door.
He was already several years old when the elder brother left Tiangang Mountain, and he also had some memories of the elder brother. Although he didn't know why the elder brother left, there was no doubt that he was the elder brother since he could be called by his name.
After opening the door, Xiao Yuanqing raised his eyes and stared at Wei Xuanyuan, scratching his forehead in confusion.
"Are you my senior brother? Why are you so old? My senior brother is still young."
"I have changed my appearance." Wei Xuanyuan said perfunctorily, and then like a magic trick, he took out a few bunches of candied haws and stretched them towards Yuan Qing, "Here, this is your favorite candied haws. Senior brother has remembered you these years, so I specially gave it to you.
You brought it."
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Xiao Yuanqing took the candied haws with excitement and no longer had any doubts about Senior Brother's identity.
Then I saw a man carrying a skinny woman on his back. He really thought that she was the injured person that the senior brother wanted to treat, so he let them into the hospital without any pretense.
"Where's the master? Is he inside?" Wei Xuanyuan cast his eyes towards the temple hall. He heard the faint sound of wooden fish coming from inside. It should be the master inside, but he still asked.
"Yes, inside." Xiao Yuanqing nodded in agreement.
Wei Xuanyuan was silent and asked tentatively, "Master, have you been in good health these past few years?"
That was his master, and it was impossible for Wei Xuanyuan not to be afraid of him.
Yuan Qing was so young after all, so how did he know that his senior brother had rebelled against his master? How did he know that he had rebellious ambitions?
While licking the candied haws in his hand happily, he said without warning: "Master's health is not very good. He suffered internal injuries from practicing a few days ago."
"Really? That's not very unfortunate." After hearing this, Wei Xuanyuan narrowed his eyes with a vicious smile and turned around to tell his subordinates, "You guys wait outside the palace.
"Yes." The subordinate responded and took Song Miao to the corridor to sit down.
Wei Xuanyuan whispered into A Qin's ear again.
"I'll try to take a peek outside the hall later to see if that master really has a 'Seven Stolen Exquisite Heart'~~.
"Okay, I understand." Aqin nodded obediently.
She tried her best along the way, but Wei Xuanyuan was extremely cautious and never left her side, not giving her any chance to escape. Now she could only bite the bullet and take one step at a time.
"Cooperate with me honestly, or you will die without a burial place." Wei Xuanyuan threatened in a low voice, and then walked into the palace.
What a familiar place? Wei Xuanyuan scanned the hall.
There are several golden Buddhas erected in the hall. They all have the appearance of saving all living beings, but do they really have the ability to save all living beings?
Kneel down and worship it every day, but it tells you to abstain from meat, alcohol, and sex. It makes you just like a "wooden man" with no fun. What is there to worship like this Buddha?
Simply ridiculous!
Curling his lips and glancing at several Buddha statues, Wei Xuanyuan turned his eyes to the middle-aged monk who was kneeling on the futon, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras.
"Master." He calmed down the anger on his face, knelt on the futon next to the master, and secretly looked to the side with squinting eyes.
Seeing that the middle-aged monk didn't look well, a flash of joy suddenly flashed across his eyes.
It seems that the master really suffered internal injuries during the practice, and it was not serious.
That being the case, no matter whether he agrees or not, he must attract the mother poison to him today.
But according to his temperament, he will definitely not be willing to become the body of the mother Gu, but so what? By tying his limbs and imprisoning him, he will be able to live but not die.
While he was thinking coldly, the middle-aged monk suddenly stopped chanting sutras and looked over here with watery eyes.
"Since the eldest prince has gone down the mountain, why go up the mountain again? You don't need to call me Master anymore. Your relationship with me as master and apprentice has long been wiped out when you fell into the world of mortals."
