"Little thief, your mask is very nice. Where did you buy it?"
"Little thief, where is your black mask yesterday? Can you give me that mask from yesterday?"
"Don't leave, little thief, wait for me..."
Amidst the noise of the girl in purple, a group of three people came to Niujiao Town.
When Monk Never Li learned that there were only two inns in the town, Li Xiuyuan chose a smaller inn at the end of the road in the town. He didn't want to meet someone he didn't want to see at this hour.
Whether it is the daughter of Tianjiao from the Wuji Holy Land or the Ximen brother and sister from Tianyun Mountain.
However, even if he chose to stay in a small inn in a low-key manner, he still met an unexpected guy.
Before he could lead the horse into the inn, a young man in a green shirt waved his sleeves and walked out of the inn door, ignoring the greetings from the waiter behind him.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the young man who almost bumped into him and shook his head, thinking why is this guy here?
Resisting the urge to open his mouth to say hello, the young man looked at the monk Buli beside him and laughed: "Great monk, why are you here?"
Buli looked at the visitor and laughed and said, "When I go back to Xuefeng Mountain, I will naturally pass by here."
The visitor was Ouyang Xiayun, Ouyang Manxue's younger brother, who had competed in calligraphy and painting with Li Xiuyuan in the Holy Land of Snowfield.
Ouyang Xia Yun's mood suddenly improved when he met an acquaintance. He pulled Monk Buli's sleeve and said with a smile, "I have reserved several rooms at the Dalu Inn in front of you. You can come with me."
Monk Buli was stunned: "Why don't you stay in Yinchuan City and come to this town?"
"The Three Holy Lands are going to explore the depths of the Snowy Mountains. Master asked me to bring people to wait, and by the way, I will take everyone to Yinchuan City."
Looking at Li Xiuyuan and the purple-clothed girl shrouded in gauze, Ouyang Xiayun asked with a smile: "I've never met these two, are they also friends of the great monk?"
"Yes, he is my friend."
Monk Buli pulled the horse towards the inn and replied: "We like peace and quiet, so we won't join in the fun with you."
Li Xiuyuan just nodded and pulled the horse into the inn.
The waiter who had already been alert came up to take the reins from the three men, and shouted at the waiter inside to come out to greet the guests.
Although Li Xiuyuan only planned to stay for one night, he also wanted the only backyard of the inn, and he and the monk Buli didn't owe any money at the moment.
Ouyang Xia Yun saw that the three people were unwilling to leave with him, so he followed them into the inn again.
After the four of them sat down again in the living room in the backyard and the waiter brought the kettle and stove, Monk Buli said, "This girl is from Meishan, and this little brother of mine is from Loulan City."
Ouyang Xiayun was startled and blurted out: "It turns out she is Meishan's junior sister... It's rare to see her."
Different from the expression when he saw the monk Buli, Ouyang Xia Yun showed a shocked expression at this moment, as if the legendary Meishan was more mysterious than the Snowfield Holy Land.
"What's so great?" The purple-clothed girl frowned and replied, "It seems that among the snowy mountains, your Snowy Holy Land is the most powerful."
Ouyang Xia Yun shook his head: "Master said that there are three mysterious places in the entire Daxue Mountain, one of which is Meishan."
"What should I say?" Sitting aside, he asked quietly while looking at Monk Buli.
Monk Buli shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "You have seen it all. My master is not far from Meishan Mountain... Xuefeng Mountain, and the Seventh Elder who killed people at the ferry..."
"Jade Dragon Snow Mountain?" Li Xiuyuan was also shocked and said: "I didn't expect that before I crossed Neng Tianhe, I would already meet two monks from this mysterious place..."
"Oh, monk, have you seen the Seventh Elder dragging the dead back to the mountain across the river?" The girl in purple smiled and said, "I thought you were blind."
Monk Buli smiled and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you the details after I have two drinks in the evening."
After drinking two cups of tea, Li Xiuyuan, who had been through a rough journey, asked his waiter to boil two large buckets of hot water. He, like a monk, would wash away the dust from his journey.
When the girl in purple heard that the female disciple of Wuji Holy Land lived in the Dalu Inn, she decided to follow Ouyang Xia Yun to have a look.
As for this small Niujiao Town, Li Xiuyuan is not needed. The spiritual consciousness of the monk can completely cover it.
Besides, there are Holy Land disciples here, who dares to act wild here?
Waving his hand and watching the girl in purple follow Ouyang Xia Yun out of the small courtyard, Li Xiuyuan said to the monk Buli: "Let the guy prepare some food. I will take a hot bath and buy you a drink in the evening."
"Okay, okay, I'll go talk to the guy, I have to clean up before I go back."
Monk Buli looked at him and smiled and said, "With the disciples from the Holy Land accompanying me, we don't have to worry about the girl getting lost."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, turned around and walked to his room.
Regardless of whether the girl in purple clothes will be lost or not, it is still a matter that depends on the monk and has nothing to do with him.
In his opinion, the village girl who died in Tongtianhe was the one who brought it upon herself.
You can't pretend to be a killer and take my life. I can't fight back, can I?
Li Xiuyuan would never show mercy to bandits and killers.
Thinking that the handsome Ouyang Xiayun seemed to be very interested in the girl in purple, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself while soaking in the tub: "Silly boy, you should try to lift the veil!"
...
Soaking in the steaming wooden barrel, Li Xiuyuan took a rare nap.
In my dream, I was still thinking about whether Ouyang Xia Yun would be so bad-minded that he would be like a girl from Meishan. Thinking about it, it is not impossible. A disciple of the Holy Land is worthy of a proud girl from Meishan.
It was already dark when we stepped out. Buli and the monk had already lit the lamp in the living room. There was steaming food on the table. I guess the waiter had just delivered it.
What he didn't expect was that the girl in purple wasn't there.
In this way, he could eat freely without fear that the guy would put medicine in his bowl and make himself uncomfortable.
"Take out your wine," Monk Buli looked at Li Xiuyuan and yelled.
"Do I owe you anything?" Li Xiuyuan responded softly, taking a jar of bamboo leaf spirit wine and placing it on the table.
"That girl probably went to play with the girls at Wuji Holy Land."
Monk Buli carefully opened the wine jar, poured two cups, took a sip himself, and said with a smile: "This is really the best poison in the world."
Li Xiuyuan took a sip quietly, thinking that the guy in front of him came from a mysterious place deep in the snow-capped mountains.
From the look on Ouyang Xiayun's face, these three places seemed even more mysterious than the Holy Land of Snowfield.
He really wanted to get some useful information from the monk.
"Wine, water, are they so magical?" Li Xiuyuan picked up a chopstick and asked casually: "Are there any saints in the Snowfield Holy Land?"
"Saint? You are thinking too much!"
Monk Buli swallowed the piece of meat and said seriously: "According to what my master said, there are no saints in the four holy places at the moment... As for whether there are one or two old monsters, I do not know."
"What about your master and the master of the girl in purple?" Li Xiuyuan put down his chopsticks and looked at him and asked.
"I don't know my master's name either. He only said his name is Wu Ming."
Monk Buli took a sip of wine and said: "I don't know his cultivation level, but I heard from him that Yun Ziyi's master seems to have become a saint long ago... and the owner of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is also a saint. The presence!"
"Also, this little girl's name is Yun Ziyi, her master is named Yun Tianhong, and my master calls her Fairy Yunshang."
Monk Buli couldn't help laughing when he thought of something about his master.
"In this case, your master is naturally a saint, otherwise he wouldn't be so indifferent that he doesn't even want the title."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but take a deep breath. He didn't expect that there were three saints hidden deep in the snowy mountains.
If Yun Ziyi's master really wants to cause trouble for him, I am afraid that only his master can take him away from the Xuanwu Continent.
The saint is as far away from me as the stars last night.
Monk Buli was not embarrassed and took another piece of meat to stuff into his mouth: "I heard from the master that saint is just a name..."
"Saint is just a name... Monk, your master is of such a high level. If I have a chance, I have to come and ask for advice."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan's face showed a look of respect and yearning.
In his opinion, after practicing Buddhism, he understood that all phases are right and wrong. Unexpectedly, the master of Buli monk had already reached the stage of looking down on saints.
It seems that the place where I once lived was indeed much more civilized than here.
"Haha, why don't you go on any adventures and come back to Xuefeng Mountain with me!"
After eating a few pieces of meat and drinking two glasses of wine, Monk Fuli was in a good mood. He looked at him and said with a smile, "Maybe the master will accept you as his disciple as soon as he is happy."
"I don't want to join Buddhism." Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment and replied seriously: "I have too many unresolved worldly connections that I can't let go of, can't leave, and can't let go of."
Monk Buli was stunned when he heard this, as if there was a thunder above his head.
Then he sat blankly like this, with a faint golden light filling his body.
Seeing that the monk in front of him fell into an epiphany because of his unintentional words, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled.
He murmured softly: "The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, the meeting of resentment and hatred, separation from love, lack of what you want, and the raging of the five yin. Even if there are thousands of pains, if the sea of desire is not filled, it is difficult to be satisfied and happy."
"If the body is overwhelmed by desires, how can it be liberated? It should be cut off, given up, and separated from..."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light bloomed in the living room. As the Buddhist scriptures began to be chanted, Li Xiuyuan put down the wine glass in his hand, held the flowers in his hands, and with a smile on his face, gently chanted the Buddhist scriptures given to him by the old Taoist priest.
After reciting a volume of Buddhist scriptures, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and said, "That's what I heard!" The Buddha's light on his body disappeared.
The monk Buli who was sitting in front of him opened his eyes, looked at him and said with a smile: "Make a pot of spiritual tea and wait for my return!"
Then Yu rolled up a golden light and left the living room, not knowing where he was going.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and thought to himself: He didn't drink the wine or eat the meat?
I picked up the bowl to eat, sandwiched vegetables and meat, and took another sip of wine, but I was thinking about the legendary saint on Meishan Mountain.
The legend of saints was too far away from him. He had never cared about it before, and he even didn't believe in the existence of saints.
Today I finally know that there really is a saint in this world, or he is the master who sent the village girl into reincarnation.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel deeply shocked by what he had done.
Although he did not share the infatuation and pride of the disciples of Tianyun Mountain, he was not shocked by the name of saint for too long. He soon came to his senses and thought that his master should be above the saint.
Looking at the stars rising outside the living room, he murmured to himself: "Even a saint cannot transcend this world. So, master, are you already above a saint?"
If Yun Ziyi's senior brother and sister find him again, how should he deal with himself?
Can he beat the disciples of the saint? Is it possible that I have to wait for the saint to cause trouble for me?
Staring at the sky outside the living room, Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time and sighed: "What are these things!"
He just crossed the river and was killed by the disciples of the saint!
The saint is great, but can his disciples be justifiable killers?
Just when he was worried about Yun Ziyi, the village girl and the two girls, calamity clouds rolled in from the sky of Niujiao Town, instantly covering the starry sky.
Rumble, a burst of earth-shattering thunder sounded above his head.
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