Wen Guwenmao stepped on the top of the mountain out of thin air, walking steadily even in the undulations of the mountain. If it weren't for what the monk said, he would not have thought of this.
However, the originally beautiful and colorful scenery around them became more and more true - cold mountains and cold water.
It is not an exaggeration to call him a "saint" if he single-handedly shapes the world and makes the people live and work in peace and contentment.
Wen Mao sighed that this man had already passed the Hundred Turns Mountain, but he met the monk again. He was still polite and he preemptively said, "I didn't think it would be such a coincidence."
The two stopped at the foot of the mountain. There was a village not far away. They could faintly smell the noise in the village. The smoke rising from the village was extremely conspicuous, perhaps blown by the wind.
Seeing that the monk didn't answer for a long time, Wen Mao looked at the village. There were only a few people along the way, and it was rare to find a place with such a strong smell of fireworks.
This also caused him to completely fail to notice that the form of Buddha was slowly appearing in the smoke above his head...
When Wen Mao noticed this pure Qi Yun, the image of the Buddha appeared in the smoke - dry and lean, with a sinister look on his face, which was exactly the opposite of the kind-faced and benevolent eyes in his impression.
"What's the meaning?"
After saying this, the power of the "Swallowing Law" gathered on the "Ghost Capturing Hand", and Wen Mao's momentum was not inferior to the bald donkey in front of him.
"Donor Mo Zao, I just want to see what kind of genius the benefactor is."
How could such ambiguous words make Wen Guwenmao put down his guard? The two of them were in the "Speechless Prison" together. The hands strangled the Buddha again. With just a touch, black smoke rose. So upright.
"The name of the poor monk has passed away. Do you dare to ask the name of the donor?"
Wen Guwenmao left the prison, told him his name and left first.
"Donor, please wait."
The aroma of food was frequently heard in the village. Wen Mao no longer wanted to waste time here, so he simply ignored him and continued walking towards the village...
The smoke Buddha fell instantly and stood in front of Wen Mao. He walked over slowly and said, "Amitabha."
"The poor monk only needs time for a cup of tea."
Wen Mao was so distracted by the scent that he nodded impatiently and motioned for him to speak quickly.
"The last donor asked the poor monk to tell you four words..." Wen Mao glanced at him with some interest, then said those four words - "Peace of mind and stability"
As soon as the four words "calm and stable" came out, Wen Mao's heart palpitated inexplicably. He felt that these four words were familiar to him, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no impression of these four words.
"Could the last benefactor be the one you mentioned who created this hundred-turn mountain?"
Yuanji nodded with a smile, and Wen Guwenmao asked again, "Can you tell me in detail?"
After finally hearing this, the Buddha also passed away and retreated. Only the two of them were standing on the roadside. They were only a few feet away from the village, but they looked completely different - the land was barren, without any vegetation or trees, and it was full of potholes.
A young man and an abbot were talking here, really informally.
After the bald donkey talked nonsense for a long time, he finally explained the whole story clearly:
When the benefactor passed by this place, he noticed that the Yin energy in this area was extremely heavy. Silkworms and grains were harming five birds. They must have starved to death for a long time. He simply decorated this area with twenty-four righteous peaks and suppressed hundreds of dead dragons on the ground. , Canlong Peak, has absorbed a lot of Yin energy, allowing the people here to live a good life, although they are not rich, they can still live.
Naturally, a condition was put forward - that is, when the next controller of the "Prison Suppression Law" comes here, he should be informed of the four words "calm stability".
No more requirements.
The person who agreed to him was the abbot Hu Qing in the temple. Unfortunately, he passed away not long ago. When he was dying, he informed him of this and he continued to wait here.
"Have you ever learned the Dharma?" Wen Guwen touched his chin and took a good look at the person in front of him. He really didn't look like a fellow disciple.
Yuanji shook his head and said, "I have never entered this kind of dharma."
"Then I'm even more curious. If you haven't learned it before, how can you tell that I shoulder the prison-suppressing law?"
The topic has been raised, the empty environment is no longer worth caring about, and the food in the village is not that appealing to the taste buds. Now I just want to understand what is in front of me.
There are already too many things that are out of control and cannot be allowed to grow.
“Discern by your heart.”
After Yuanji said these words, the Buddha's light shone all over his body, and the appearance of the three-dimensional Buddha was vaguely visible, and his eyes were godless.
Everything is hidden in the eyes, and everything is contained in the heart.
"It's good to tell with your heart." Wen Guwenmao said "Amitabha" again as he did and walked towards the village. Yuanji also returned along the original path, and the two said goodbye.
Before entering the village, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw a group of children running back and forth flapping a few butterflies. They were completely forgetful about playing and did not notice Wen Guwenmao at all.
He smiled and said "Hello" before being seen by the group of children, but the forced smile was too stiff, distorted and inconsistent.
Among them, a little guy who looked like a child king stood up and pointed at Wen Mao and asked, "Who are you! How did you find this place?!"
"This village is so big, and it is just at the foot of this mountain. What special method is needed to find it?" Wen Mao approached the child king and asked. The child king trembled all over. The "evil spirit" on the man in front of him "It's very pungent.
Even so, the kid king still refused to back down and continued to ask, "Answer my question first! Who are you?!"
Wen Guwen raised his eyebrows unconsciously, bowed to the group of children, bowed again, and said, "What you did just now was really inappropriate, please forgive me. I am a poor Taoist with a good name. I am passing by here." In precious land, I want to beg for food, I wonder if I can give you a favor?"
"Are you a fool?" The child king still didn't believe it. The "evil spirit" in this person was too strong and was not suitable for a Taoist practitioner.
Wen Guwenmao explained sincerely, "It's true. I just came out of the temple not long ago and traveled all the way from the "Fuding Land" to this place in Xiezhou. A few days ago, I was trapped in this mountain because it was too difficult. soon. "After saying this, I still felt that it was not sincere enough, so I added, "A monk does not lie, and there is absolutely no adulteration in the mouth of a poor Taoist. "
The child king was dubious and stopped pursuing it, and said in a high-spirited voice, "You are so lucky. I transformed Bai Zhuan Mountain a few years ago. Generally, people who pass by there go to Zhiya Zhizhou." On the border with the local area, few people can visit our village. "
Wen Guwenmao thought hard and couldn't understand the matter. This place is not far from the border of "Land of Liwen" and not far from the border of "Zhiya Zhizhou". How could anyone not be able to tell the difference between the two places?
It seems like someone did it on purpose.
The kid king cleared his throat a few times and said, "Let me tell you, I transformed Baizhuan Mountain out of the Twenty-Four Righteous Mountain Armors, but with some tricks, there is no road in Baizhuan Mountain that can reach our village. "
"In other words, Master, you have rejected the direction of the three mountains of Si Xun Chen among the twenty-four peaks?" Wen Guwenmao pretended to bow his hands again and asked, "Dare I ask the name of Master?"
The child king was also a little brat who climbed up the steps. He coughed a few more times and said in a pretentious manner, "My name is "Dafa Immortal" - Bei Nian." "
As soon as these words came out, the group of children behind him all looked at him with admiration. Wen Guwenmao suppressed his laughter, thinking that this "Dafa Immortal" also relied on this kind of rhetoric to become the king of children.
I just don’t know if it’s true that the Three Mountains of Si Xunchen were eliminated. If it’s true, there must be a reason.
Beinian suddenly spoke up, interrupting Wen Mao's thoughts, "Follow me to my house, and I'll give you some food."
"Thank you, Master." Wen Mao bowed again and followed behind Bei Nian. He dismissed everyone behind him at will. He came and left as soon as he was called.
Bei Nian took him around several roads and met many people in the village. Almost all of them despised this little guy Bei Nian. Those who shouted "Dafa Immortal" and wanted to play with him were dragged back by the adults. They all received a scolding.
However, no one paid attention to it. After a long time, we finally walked to a remote road. The red flowers and green leaves on both sides were quite beautiful, but there was a little less fireworks than in the village. It really felt like a worldly expert.
The two walked to a temple. A wooden board was leaning against the stone lion at the door, with the words "Dafa Immortal Temple" crookedly written on it. Inside was a clay figurine that seemed to be modeled after Bei Nian, but it was a bit embarrassing. .
The layout of the temple was even worse. There were many cracks on the walls and roofs. But on rainy days, I was afraid that I would be drowned. The thatch on the ground was piled thickly. Wen Mao touched down and found that there were indeed many cracks. Less moist and undried.
I dealt with it this way when I was a child.
Bei Nian pulled him into the back of the temple - it was a dilapidated thatched house, but compared to the "Dafa Immortal Temple" it was much better. At least it was neat and tidy, with no leaks or leaks.
He took out two rotten apples from the rice vat and handed them to him, asking, "Who are you?"
The apple that was handed to his mouth refused to be eaten. Wen Mao was obviously stagnant, and his hand kept hanging in the air. He knowingly asked, "Dafa Immortal, what do you mean?"
"I like to brag, but I'm not stupid. You are definitely not simple. The "evil spirit" in you is heavier than that in that bald donkey. "
"Bald donkey..." Wen Mao thought that he must have passed away. He had already noticed that the man had some similarities with himself, and was led astray by his almost enlightened Buddha image. He never expected that he would It's the nature of the mind.
That guy also has the same "evil energy" as himself
"Then you dare to take me home?" Wen Guwen simply stopped pretending and lay on the chair with his legs crossed, munching on the rotten apple leisurely.
Bei Nian said righteously, "I can't let you harm the people in the village!"
Wen Guwenmao couldn't help laughing. This little kid overestimated himself and underestimated his own temperament.
He was munching on the apple, as if to show off to the little brat, and there was a sound from another room...
"Brother...brother..."
Bei Nian was suddenly startled and hurriedly blocked the door curtain behind him. At this moment, a little girl who was not very good at walking came out swaying. She hugged Bei Nian and whispered several times, "Brother... …”
Wen Guwenmao raised his eyebrows deliberately, stretched out his finger casually and said, "Your sister?"
"What do you want to do?!" Bei Nian looked a little scared. He lost some of his previous courage and pushed the little girl back.
The power of the "Prison Suppressing Law" only appeared slightly and immobilized the two of them. Wen Mao wondered, "Why do you have Qi Yun in your body? And it's so annoying." He twisted his neck, "Aren't you not? You want me to harm the people in the village, Dafa Immortal? That’s okay too.”
At this time, Bei Nian lost his timidity and was not afraid of him at all, so he looked at him. After a long time, Wen Mao withdrew the shocking power of suppressing the prison, clapped his hands a few times, and whispered softly, "Little girl, Come to my brother."
Before Bei Nian could react, the little girl had already ran over. Wen Mao took her and sat on his lap. He broke off a piece of the apple and fed it to her, asking, "What's your name?"
"I...my name is...Nan Si..." She whispered her name. Wen Mao nodded and replied, "My name is Wen Gu Wenmao."
He looked at Bei Nian again... "Bei Nian Nan Si... it's a good name... aren't your parents at home?"
Bei Nian could clearly feel that the "evil energy" in him became gentler, and replied, "My father died at the border, and my mother died for her love. It's just the two of us."
His unscrupulous words caused Wen Guwen to drop the apple in his hand directly to the ground...
"Just you two? How do you and your sister make a living?"
Bei Nian picked up the smashed apple and wiped it. While chewing it, he said, "Didn't you see it? You tricked those children into making confessions."
Wen Guwen laughed inappropriately a few times, but his face was pinched by Nan Si in his arms, "Hey! It hurts! Nan Si! Let go!"
Nan Si reprimanded coherently, "Don't laugh at brother!"
"Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" Wen Mao gave in, and then she let go, "Beinian, you should know the behavior of Qi Yun in you, right? Why don't you break through?"
Bei Nian refused and said, "That's an ominous sign! You will be kicked out of the village!"
"What are you doing in a village with no human kindness at all?"
Bei Nian once again made a surprising statement, saying, "Go to the graves of your parents."
"Oh, you are quite filial." Wen Mao asked, "Since you know the meaning of breaking the boundary, do you mean that the direction of the Three Mountains of Si Xun Chen has really been abandoned?"
Bei Nian just gnawed the apple with only the core in his hand and nodded casually.
"Then do you know what exactly happened?"
"If I knew, why would I still lie to those little brats? I would have brought Nan Si to live happily ever after!"
Thinking about it, Wen Mao nodded and asked, "What's your last name?"
Nan Si answered incoherently, "My...our...surname...Wu..."
"Wu Beinian...Wu Nansi...very good..."
No thoughts of the north, no thoughts of the south, no thoughts of the north, no thoughts of the south...
Wen Guwen put Xiao Nansi down, relaxed his arms, and said a little tiredly, "Beinian, can you stay here for one night? I've been trapped in Bai Zhuan Mountain for more than ten years, and I haven't had a rest yet."
Bei Nian felt incredible and said, "I have trapped you for more than ten years? You haven't even died yet?!"
