From the time he was almost killed to the time he was brought back to the shore, less than a breath passed, but Hong Buzhu felt that it was a very long time. Until he was out of danger, he still couldn't believe what had just happened and was still in shock.
But after all, he is determined and has a free and easy personality. Now that he is out of danger and is in danger, he no longer cares too much. He wants to see who saved him.
When he stood up, he found that the person who came was an old monk wearing a hundred-year-old robe. He was a little startled, and then he saluted respectfully and thanked: "Thank you, senior monk, for helping me!"
The old monk opposite didn't care at all, he just smiled kindly and said: "Amitabha... There is no need for you to be polite, the old monk is just a little effort..."
Hong Buzhu was shocked when he heard this. He had always had a limited range of activities and knew only a handful of people. Especially the old monk's appearance was extremely unfamiliar, and he was very sure that he had never seen this person before. In this case, why does this old monk know him?
He looked up and down at the visitor again and saw that he was dressed simply and had an ordinary temperament. There was nothing special about him at all. The only thing that can be called different is that this person has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and there is always a faint smile on his face.
"Senior, do you recognize me?" Hong Buzhu really didn't understand, so he asked respectfully.
The old monk did not speak, but nodded slightly.
"Then why don't I remember where I met my senior..." Hong Buzhu was confused for a while,
"Hahahaha... Of course you don't remember..." The old monk shook his head and smiled, "After all... it can be said that this is the first time you and I have met!"
"This is the first time..." Hong Buzhu was stunned again when he heard this, wondering why this old monk was so inconsistent in his words?
Ever since he started talking to the old monk, Hong Buzhu felt a little awkward. But the old monk saved him after all, and it was not that he doubted this person's identity. It was just that Hong Buzhu always had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't explain why this feeling was strange.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and hurriedly ran the exercises to restore his physical condition, and the blood color on his face returned to normal.
"If I'm not mistaken, the senior should have come from the opposite side. The junior is a little curious, what method did the senior use to get here?" Although there is no trace of cultivation on the man in front of him, and his figure is extremely thin, Hong Buzhu is always Feeling that the old monk was not as simple as he seemed, he asked tentatively.
"Amitabha...Old monk naturally walks..." the old monk said matter-of-factly.
Hong Buzhu shrank his neck when he heard the words. He could only hear the sound of water over there, spreading like thunder under his feet. He could only feel more fear in his heart, and he never wanted to take another look.
"Senior, do you know that there are other paths around?" Hong Buzhu did not dare to take risks again.
"The old monk doesn't know about it further away, so naturally it's hard to lie, but there is nothing within thousands of miles." The old monk said without thinking.
Hong Buzhu sighed after hearing this. He didn't expect that with his abilities, he would be blocked by a torrent! It's a pity that this place is too far away from Huasheng Hall, otherwise I would have to use the power of divine fire to burn a passage here no matter what!
Seeing the troubled look on Hong Buzhu's face, the old monk also laughed: "Amitabha... Actually it is not difficult to pass this road. Qie Xuezun just didn't find a way..."
"Method?" Hong Buzhu looked at the two iron ropes and really didn't know how to explain the method mentioned by the old monk.
Seeing the confusion in Hong Buzhu's eyes, the old monk also laughed: "In this case, the old monk has no choice but to show off, Qie Xue Zun, you should keep an eye on him!"
After saying this, the old monk stepped lightly on the iron rope, and then walked towards the opposite side like a leisurely stroll, which made Qie Xuezun stunned.
And that's not all, he suddenly turned around when he was halfway there, and his body suddenly became light, soaring into the air like a roc spreading its wings, and landed steadily on the iron rope on the opposite side! When he stood firm on the other iron rope, he lowered his body and pinched it with two fingers, easily taking out the piece of wood just stuck in the chain link, and then returned to Qixue Zun.
"Hahahaha... The old monk has cleared the obstacle, Qie Xue Zun... please!" The old monk threw the piece of wood casually, and the piece of wood flew out with a rustling sound and fell into the river from the two iron ropes. It didn't even have time to splash before it was completely swallowed up by the raging water.
The old monk's movements were clearly seen by Qie Xuezun. He didn't think he had such ability, so he could only smile bitterly: "Senior's body skills are elegant and refined. I think I don't have such ability, so let's forget it... "
"Hahahaha... Qixue Zun has not tried it yet, how can he make such a rash conclusion?" The old monk laughed for a long time, and then his voice suddenly became sharp, "And... what the old monk can do, why can't Qixue Zun do it? arrive?"
Hong Buzhu frowned when he heard this, thinking that the old monk's words were a bit aggressive. Why must others do what he can do?
However, the old monk saved his life after all. Hong Buzhu didn't want to argue with him about this, so he said goodbye and left: "Thank you again, senior, for saving your life. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first..."
The opposite bank here is the only way to connect to the Yuhu Sect. If you go around elsewhere, you will eventually have to return to this place. Although the detour did take some time, Hong Buzhu chose the former instead of risking his life.
But before Hong Buzhu could take a step, he felt a figure flash in front of him, and it turned out that the old monk's back was blocking him.
"Amitabha...this old monk came here especially for you. If Qixue Zun gives up like this, it would be a pity for the old monk's hard work, hahahaha..."
"Come here especially for me? Senior, are you trying to help me cross the bridge?" Hong Buzhu's face turned red when his thoughts were revealed. Although he couldn't lose face and asked for help, if the old monk could take the initiative to help, he would not refuse.
"Amitabha... Qie Xuezun already has this ability, so why do you need the help of the old monk?" The old monk just shook his head and smiled.
Hong Buzhu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, thinking that the old monk seemed to think highly of himself. He simply did not shy away and said truthfully: "Senior is joking, but junior does not have this ability. If senior is unwilling to help, then junior will have to find another way..."
"Amitabha...it's not that the old monk doesn't want to help, it's just that he can't help! And the old monk has always believed that you can do what I can do!" After saying this, the old monk turned around.
The old monk emphasized this sentence over and over again, making Hong Buzhu feel helpless but unable to refute. But just when he was about to speak again, the expression on his face suddenly turned into astonishment.
The old monk turned around, with the familiar face still on his face, but his eyes that had been slightly squinted were slightly opened this time. I saw that these eyes were empty, a bit deeper than the holes on the roof of Fengting Pavilion.
Hong Buzhu finally understood why the old monk kept repeating the same words again and again, and he finally understood where the strange feeling in his heart came from...
"Amitabha..." The old monk smiled and narrowed his eyes like black holes again, "Don't you think Lord Qie Xue that he can't compare to a blind old guy like me?"
Hong Buzhu naturally saw the confident look of the old monk when he crossed the bridge. At this moment, he also felt ashamed and was no longer embarrassed to say any words of retreat.
"Actually, I can't blame you for giving up. Although crossing the bridge seems simple, it is difficult to say it is difficult!" The old monk seemed to have seen through Hong Buzhu's thoughts. He did not wait for the latter's reply, but said calmly. Explain it.
"I saw you were hesitant and worried when you crossed the bridge! Although the act of finding foreign objects seems a bit speculative, it is understandable that it can achieve the ultimate goal! It's a pity that you were distracted and ignored many things on the way. , so that you are stuck in a dilemma on the road, which leads to trouble! If you can let go of your worries early and focus on what you want to do, everything will be solved! The same is true for crossing a bridge, and the same is true for being a human being."
Because the water here looks turbulent and sounds noisy. Hong Buzhu was always worried that he would miss and fall, and his thoughts were in a mess. If he could focus on the iron rope, he would have discovered the structural anomaly there in advance, so how could he be trapped there and unable to move?
"Thank you for your advice, senior!" After Hong Buzhu figured this out, his nervous heart gradually relaxed, and he was about to turn around, cut out a wooden stick, and swing across the bridge again.
Perhaps he noticed that Hong Buzhu's movements were abnormal. The old monk's kind face suddenly felt helpless, and then he coughed a few times and said slowly: "Although opportunism is not a bad method, it is not possible to rely on external objects everywhere. If you are If you are not strong-willed, you will encounter greater trouble sooner or later!"
Hong Buzhu had already started the technique and was about to cut down the small tree in front of him. He felt embarrassed when he heard the old monk's words. When he turned around and saw that the old monk was not looking at him, he pretended that nothing happened and walked back.
"Senior is right! I...had exactly the same idea!" After saying that, Hong Buzhu walked to the iron rope, but he was still a little weak in his heart and did not make any move.
The old monk saw Hong Buzhu's hesitation, and took the lead to step on the other iron rope. He walked forward with his hands behind his back, as if walking on flat ground, and murmured: "Don't see or hear, focus on walking." !”
After listening to the old monk's words, Hong Buzhu also calmed down and subconsciously thought: If he stumbles and falls again, the old monk should not be willing to die without saving him!
When he thought of this, he became bolder. When he became bolder, the sound of water flowing in his ears slowly disappeared, and then the surrounding scenery gradually dimmed, with only an iron rope being extremely clear.
Hong Buzhu finally gave up everything and stepped on the iron rope under his feet...
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