The mountain wind blew snow, and the entire Yunqi Temple was shrouded in thick snow and fog.
It was already midnight, and the monks in Yunqi Temple had all hid in their Zen rooms to avoid the cold. The world was completely silent, except for a white figure stepping on the thick snow.
Walking all the way from the main hall to the back mountain, I carried three lanterns in my hands. Every time I walked, I hung one under the eaves of the Buddhist Hall and Arhat Hall.
Finally, he came to the outside of Watson's courtyard and stared at the closed door for a long time.
He reached out and hung the last lantern under the eaves outside the courtyard gate, then turned and left.
At this time, Watson was leaning in the tub, enduring the pain like a knife, thinking that he might have to wait a little longer before he could go back to see the young monk.
I finally mustered up the courage to go down the mountain, but I didn't expect to be targeted by a group of killers who were waiting for me. I almost fell on the windy and snowy mountain road.
It seems that the world is like the abyss under Wentian Peak, with dangers everywhere.
I used to think that I would be able to go down the mountain as a master in the middle stage of the golden elixir to find my own opportunity and my parents who traveled around the world. Unexpectedly, I was hunted down before I left.
It seems that my ability is still low. In front of the killer, weakness is the original sin.
Feeling dizzy, he thought about the cause and effect, and found that the last scene was still in Yunqi Temple. It seemed that he could only wait for his uncle, the white-bearded old monk, to solve this confusion tomorrow.
Before it was time, he climbed into bed, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
The sky and the earth were silent, the wind and snow in the sky also stopped quietly, and a snowy moon appeared in the sky.
It quietly shines on Yunqi Temple and the small courtyard in the back mountain.
An oil lamp was lit in the dusty Buddhist hall, and a pot of spiritual tea was floating with a faint fragrance.
The white-bearded old monk was trying on the shoes Watson bought for him. He looked at Chen Chen and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that this kid actually thought of buying me a pair of shoes."
Liao Chen smiled bitterly and said, "He must have seen my toes exposed in my mango shoes and thought I was embarrassing him, right?!"
Even so, Liao Chen couldn't help but smile on his face.
The white-bearded old monk smiled: "No, I have to ask the old boy tomorrow why he doesn't make some monk robes for my uncle. I took him to Icewind Valley to practice swordsmanship."
Liao Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "I never thought that senior brother would have to worry about the child one day."
The white-bearded old monk smiled lightly and said: "Although we are born to practice cultivation, we are not immune to the fireworks of the world and the ravages of wind and rain. No, the wind and rain have already come to the temple."
Liao Chen frowned slightly when he heard this, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and murmured to himself, "Is it possible that we have really entered the temple and disturbed someone's Taoist mind?"
"Don't worry, we will find out tonight."
The white-bearded old monk said coldly: "As a disciple of Buddhism, I am always lazy and greedy for fame and fortune. If I do this, I am afraid that the Bodhisattva will appear and it will be difficult to save him."
Liao Chen was stunned when he heard this, looked at him in disbelief and said, "How is this possible?"
"How is it impossible? Just like Watson said, he has never gone down the mountain since he came to Yunqi Temple. Even if he goes down the mountain today, only you and me will know about it."
"Who is watching him secretly? Who has a child hurt in the world? Even if he finds the elixir from the mountains and sells it in the town, how many gold coins can he sell for it?"
The white-bearded old monk categorically objected: "This is not a murder by a fortune seeker. Otherwise, how could more than a dozen Nascent Soul Realm killers be dispatched? When did the Nascent Soul Realm monks become willing to become killers?"
"Then let's wait and see where the holiness comes from."
Liao Chen stretched out his hand to ladle a ladle of spring water, poured it into the pot, sighed softly and said: "Practice is already very painful, why do you have to get involved in the wind and rain of the world?"
The Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and did not pay attention to the whispers of the two people.
Perhaps in his opinion, the storms in the world are all created by the human mind and are not worthy of his breadth.
It was nearly Haishi, and the monks in the temple had already fallen asleep. Even if it was windy and snowy, they still had to get up early to practice tomorrow.
A snowy moon quietly illuminated the mountains and the land, and also illuminated a gray figure, quietly flashing out of the main hall, stepping on the thick snow, and headed towards the back mountain.
There was a crunching sound in the snow. Because the snow was too thick, the man in gray had to slow down and move forward slowly.
Before he had gone far, he saw a faint light and shadow in front of him lighting up the road ahead. The gray shadow man couldn't help but look up and look forward.
I saw a lantern hanging under the eaves in front of me. Different from the past, the lantern had the two characters "Cihang" written on it.
Even the man in gray could see it very clearly from a distance of two feet. At this moment, he stopped and sighed softly.
He muttered something in a low voice, then ignored the scene in front of him and continued walking forward.
Less than half an hour later, we arrived in front of Luohan Hall again.
I saw another lantern hanging under the eaves, the light was still there, but this time the words on the lantern were replaced by two eye-catching characters "Pu Du".
The man in gray frowned tightly and whispered to himself: "Cihang Pudu? How can I look back without any shore!"
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Quietly, the man in gray looked at the lantern under the eaves and pondered for a moment, then continued walking forward.
After passing Luohan Hall, only half a mile ahead was the small courtyard where Watson was.
Birds flying across thousands of mountains are gone, and he wants to extinguish the thoughts in his heart.
The gray man stepping in the thick snow has to go to the small courtyard in the back mountain to recite, no matter if it is dark and windy, or the snowy moon shines brightly.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he walked through a mountain of wind and snow to the outside of the small courtyard, he saw a lantern shining with light yellow hanging under the door.
Different from the previous two lanterns, this lantern only has the word "卍" written on it!
When the man in gray clothes saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed softly: "Do you want my dharma to be empty? Or do you want to say that you are immortal for all eternity? But I am already in hell!"
After saying that, he ignored it and stepped forward, reaching out to push open the closed door.
However, after the master left, Watson locked the door from inside and closed the door. No matter how hard the man in gray tried, he could not move at all.
The man in gray clothes didn't give up. With a sigh, he took out a knife from his arms and casually inserted the knife into the crack of the door.
Just as he was about to turn the door bolt with all his strength, the lantern above the door was blown by a mountain breeze. As the lantern rotated, a golden light shone on the face and hands of the man in gray.
Before the man in gray could react, the golden light instantly transformed into a spinning golden sword!
The man in gray clothes held a knife in one hand and pushed the door with the other hand, just like cutting tofu with a knife. In an instant, before he could cry out, the golden sword slashed at his neck.
Blood instantly spread in front of the courtyard door.
Watson turned over in the room and murmured in his sleep, unaware of the movement outside the door.
The moment blood filled the air, a beam of firelight fell from the lantern above the door, and immediately burned on the body of the man in gray.
After a while, the golden flame burned the man in gray to ashes, leaving not even a trace of blood on the snow.
Bits and pieces of snowflakes were floating in the sky, and it wouldn't be long before a mountain of wind and snow would quietly wipe away everything that had happened.
When the flames extinguished, a white figure came quietly, took away the lantern above the door with a wave of his hand, and picked up the space ring on the ground.
He sighed leisurely, then turned around and left.
A gust of mountain wind blew up the flying snow all over the sky, erasing the footprints on the ground. It was as if no one had ever been here, and even if someone had been, it was already in the past.
Buddha said: The past mind cannot be obtained.
In the dusty Buddhist hall, a pot of spiritual tea has been replaced, and on the table there is a plate of cakes that Watson brought back from the mountain.
The white-bearded old monk picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth. He pointed at the space ring on the table and said, "Who said that the wind and rain in the world cannot blow away the temple? Even the elders in the living room are interested."
Liao Chen sighed and said leisurely: "Don't even tell Watson about this. Just pretend that nothing has happened."
"What about the temple? Someone has to replace him, right?"
The white-bearded old monk said quietly: "I have nothing to do in winter. When spring comes, I have to find a suitable person to manage the living room. Things like today can't happen again."
Hearing this, Liao Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, be merciful."
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Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, it was already past noon when Watson woke up.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the bright sky outside the window. He tried to take a deep breath, but the wound was still aching faintly. It seemed that the injury was serious.
After putting on my clothes and pushing out the door, I found that although there was no snow falling in the sky, the sky was still hazy.
Even after sleeping all night, he still looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot.
Shaking his head, he thought that he needed to rest for a while this time.
According to his original plan, he wanted to take advantage of the heavy wind and snow to practice swordsmanship in the canyon. Now, he could lie down in the house and not have to go anywhere.
It wasn't until he heated a basin of hot water and put a steaming towel over his face that he felt a little better.
I cooked a pot of porridge, heated up a few pieces of the soy sauce beef I bought from the town yesterday, and returned to the living room to light the small stove.
Regardless of whether the master would come over or not, he would make a pot of spiritual tea to comfort himself.
Looking up, the sky outside the living room is still the same as yesterday. There will be no howling wind and snow just because a dozen killers fell in the wind and snow.
Yesterday, when Liao Chen took him all the way back to the temple, he did not deal with the man in black on the mountain road. Instead, he told him that the mountains were closed by heavy snow in winter, making it difficult for wild animals to hunt.
This sudden appearance of more than a dozen killers in black will allow the beasts in the mountains to have a peaceful winter.
It was already late after dinner, and just when he had washed the dishes and wanted to go back to the house to rest, there was a gentle knock on the door of the small courtyard.
The voice of the white-bearded old monk rang outside the courtyard.
Watson opened the courtyard door, frowned and asked, "How come the wind and snow brought uncle here?"
The old monk with a white beard looked him up and down, and then asked with concern: "Why do you look so low?"
Watson thought to himself that he almost died in the snow on the mountain road. How could he be in good spirits? It's already a miracle that he came back alive.
After thinking for a while, he responded with a wry smile: "I was attacked in the mountains yesterday and almost lost my life. Naturally, I can't sleep well because of the excessive blood loss."
"Oh, as long as you're not dead, then I don't have anything to worry about."
The white-bearded old monk sat down at the living room table and said with a smile: "You know that they are all Nascent Soul Realm killers, but you still want to fight them desperately, won't you run away?"
Watson opened his mouth slightly, remembering the bursts of arrows on the mountain road yesterday, and responded with a grimace: "They have arrows in their hands, the wind and snow are so strong, the disciples can't run away."
"It's still your own problem." The white-bearded old monk thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. With your current cultivation level, it's not easy to kill more than a dozen Nascent Soul realm killers in the snow. "
Watson's mouth opened a little wider, and he thought to himself, "You should ask me if my wound hurts."
After thinking for a while, he said: "Master, I estimate that in a few days, the shopkeeper of Yamashita Grocery Store will bring someone to measure you and Master. I have made several sets of clothes for you."
The white-bearded old monk who was thinking about this blushed when he heard this and couldn't help but glare at him.
He said quietly: "You think my uncle's clothes are too shabby and it's embarrassing for you, so you have to go down the mountain to find someone to sew new clothes for us?"
"Trouble is not a word that should be taken seriously." Watson chuckled and said, "That is the elixir that the disciple picked in the mountains. He went to the mountain and sold the gold coins to make custom-made clothes for the master and uncle."
The white-bearded old monk smiled when he heard this, looked at him and said, "I didn't expect that the first time you went down the mountain to sell medicine, you were thinking about these things. This makes me very happy."
