Xiao Hei was so anxious that he could not drink the cup of hot tea in front of him.
He couldn't help shouting: "Xiao Hei is going to die. Senior, please pick a pear for me to eat. Where is the old Taoist priest? Has he gone to find my brother?"
Xiao Hei has never been to this mountain. In his opinion, the mountain in front of him is not much different from the mountain behind Qingniu Town.
However, on this mountain there is the ancient stone table in front of me, the old monk in front of me, and the green pear tree behind the old monk.
This means that this world is different from any other mountain peak he has ever visited.
Because of this mountain peak, there live two senior masters who simply don’t want to show up in this world.
The old monk smiled when he heard this, and a green pear fell into his palm. He looked at Xiao Hei and smiled lightly: "You are really a greedy guy."
Xiao Hei looked at the remaining green pears on the pear tree and grabbed the green pears in the old monk's palm, as if the old monk would take the pears back in the next moment.
It's like waking up from a dream in the next moment.
So I quickly took a bite, and instantly a cool and sweet juice flowed straight into my heart, and a gurgling clear spring finally flowed through my body that had been suffering from high fever for several days.
Gently, he let out a comfortable shout: "Senior, you are the real life-saving Bodhisattva."
At this moment, Xiao Hei seemed to have forgotten the injustice he suffered in front of Baiyu Temple, and how he fought desperately with the monks under Hanshan Temple.
All the hardships we have endured are nothing!
As long as the old monk and brother don't dislike me, it will be fine.
The old monk reached out and hit him hard on the head, scolding him with an angry face: "Since you called me senior, why did you kill people in that temple?"
Xiao Hei was startled, shook his head desperately and said, "They are not Buddhas, they are demons hiding in temples. My brother said that some demons just hide in Buddhist halls wearing monk robes."
Xiao Hei doesn't know much about the truth, but he remembers many of what his brother said.
Especially if it seems to him that it will be useful to him in the future.
The old monk laughed angrily at him, and pointed at him angrily and cursed: "Then tell me, what did they do wrong?"
Xiao Hei swallowed the green pear in one gulp, then thought for a while and replied: "Brother said that monks are compassionate, and saints should obey the way of heaven. The emperor in the world also obeys the way of heaven..."
"The temple that Xiao Hei saw took away the land of the common people and prevented the emperor from collecting taxes. As a result, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty had no food and grass to give to the soldiers of Danzhou..."
"Brother also said that the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and showed compassion to the six realms, but what Xiao Hei saw was the ferocious monk soldiers. Oh, old monk, Xiao Hei can't speak anymore..."
After holding it in for a long time, Xiao Hei explained everything he could think of, for fear that the old monk in front of him would hit someone again.
If he really gave the old monk a beating, I'm afraid his brother wouldn't be able to speak for him when he came.
It wasn't until Xiao Hei yelled that the old monk sighed softly.
She looked at him and smiled and said, "Fortunately, it seems that your brother has taught you a lot about how to be a good person."
Seeing that the old monk was no longer angry, Xiao Hei couldn't help but ask: "Senior, when will my brother return from the desert? Is the old Taoist priest on Qingniu Mountain my brother's master?"
"Your brother is studying Buddhism in the abyss to transform the endless resentful souls. It will probably take him another two years. The people on Qingniu Mountain are not the old Taoist priests you thought. Is there anything else you want to know?"
The old monk thought for a while and frowned, looked at him and said, "I shouldn't have given you this green pear at this time. If so, you have to return to the imperial city of Northern Qi as soon as possible."
Xiao Hei was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that something big is about to happen? I still want Sister Qingyu to worship the old Taoist priest as my teacher?"
In his opinion, if his physical problem is solved, Qingyu's problem must be solved next.
After all, he thought about it over and over and couldn't think of a proper solution. Finally, he met an old Taoist priest who liked her. This was something he couldn't miss.
The old monk shook his head: "You like to meddle in other people's business just like that guy, just finish the thing in front of you, and then hurry up
Return to the Imperial City of Northern Qi...The old man will help you..."
After spending a while, the old monk told him everything about Xiao Hei's physical condition.
Xiao Hei was so frightened that he screamed and said in a daze, "So, Xiao Hei is going to grow up?"
The old monk smiled faintly: "I didn't know. Only you will know about this after you reach Nirvana. Otherwise, you can ask the old Taoist priest and he will take care of you."
Xiao Hei thought for a while and laughed: "It doesn't matter whether I grow up or not, as long as my legs are healed, you don't know how I survived these days."
"My cultivation is imprisoned, and I can't fly. When I encounter danger, I can only fight for my life. If I'm not close, my life will be handed over to me."
Xiao Hei picked up the cup in front of him and drank all the spiritual tea inside. He picked up the pot on the table and filled it for the old monk first, then poured another cup for himself and drank it all in one gulp.
Only then did he feel like he had come back to his senses. He laughed and said, "Fortunately, Xiao Hei has a bright future."
The old monk looked at him and sighed, and said leisurely: "This is your punishment. If you didn't cause such trouble, where would you have come from?"
Xiao Hei looked bitter and shouted, "Brother agreed that Xiao Hei should stay in the palace."
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that if he had stayed with his brother and followed Shuzi to the desert, these things would not have happened to him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hei suddenly thought of Qing Qing and Yan'er in the Imperial City of Northern Qi.
After rolling his eyes rapidly for a few times, he stretched his head and asked, "Senior, when will my sister Yan'er become like sister Qingqing?"
The old monk couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Aren't you very powerful? Guess? Remember: those two little guys are also very important to you, otherwise you would not have met..."
Xiao Hei nodded thoughtfully, smiled knowingly and said, "Senior, don't worry, they are all Xiao Hei's sisters!"
"Senior, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Xiao Hei opened his eyes in the dream, but it was Nan Ke Yimeng. The sun outside the window had already shone into the house.
Xiao Hei reached out and touched his head, wondering if he really saw the old monk? There is still a faint aroma of spiritual tea in the mouth.
When he opened his hand, there was a small pear core.
At that moment, he couldn't help but chuckle and murmured to himself: "Now my life is saved."
The truth in my mind was indeed as the old Taoist priest on the mountain said. Is this my fate or not a disease? If the old monk hadn't been unable to see through it, he would have eaten the green pear for me in advance.
I was afraid that I would have to return to the imperial city of Northern Qi to have a chance to recover.
I tried to move my legs, but although I still couldn't move, blood would no longer ooze out as soon as I moved.
It seems that everything about him will have to wait until he returns to the imperial city of Northern Qi to resolve it.
He tried to shout: "Sister Qingyu, where are you?"
There was a creak, but the old man pushed the door open and came in.
He looked at Xiao Hei and said with a smile: "The little guy seems to be more energetic when talking today. Your sister went to the mountain to see the old god early in the morning."
Xiao Hei sighed, looked at the old man and smiled: "Maybe my sister will invite the old god down the mountain."
The winding mountain road could not stop Qingyu's excited steps.
The mountain wind brought several white flowers towards her, but she couldn't stop. She just stretched out her hand to grab a flower and continued moving forward.
Her heart is still with the old Taoist priest.
Because she went out early, she didn't know that Xiao Hei had already turned into a spring breeze and no longer needed the old Taoist priest's elixir.
She waved her sleeves to the sky, and the mountain wind roared past, picking up the petals that had fallen in the wind on the mountain paths and stone steps, and turning them into a fragrant air current with her.
Go to the Taoist temple on the mountain.
She decided to try to get the old Taoist priest to go down the mountain today and let Xiao Hei talk to the old Taoist priest about some crooked truths.
Perhaps only a guy like Xiao Hei can convince the hard-to-talk old man on the mountain.
Incarnate into the breeze and drifted through the mountain gate to the third
In the square in front of the Qing Palace, the small bell on the eaves of the main hall swayed gently, and the bell sounded crisply.
Catkins were flying in the square and flower petals were all over the sky. The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and ignored the flying catkins. He still punched like a whirlwind and wandered around the square like a dragon or a tiger.
Qingyu didn't make any noise, but sat quietly aside, boiling water with bare hands, and cooked a spiritual tea that Xiaohei asked for.
As a faint scent of tea overtakes the fragrance of flowers in the wind.
Qingyu lazily shouted: "Senior, if this tea is cold, it won't have the unique flavor in heaven and earth."
"oh!"
The old Taoist priest murmured softly, turned into a dragon and withdrew his fist from the square. In an instant, he flew to Qingyu and reached out to pick up the spiritual tea on the table.
At just the right time, a dense stream of spiritual energy slowly entered his nasal cavity.
After gently taking a sip of the tea fragrance, the old Taoist priest felt like he was drinking fine wine.
He sighed softly and said, "This tea can only be found in heaven, it is rare to taste it in this world."
Qingyu chuckled and said, "If you stay a little longer, all this spiritual energy will be dispersed in the wind."
The old Taoist priest took a shallow sip of the spiritual tea in the cup and felt the changes in his mouth. He felt a spiritual spring flowing from the tip of his tongue straight into his chest and abdomen. He couldn't help but close his eyes gently.
Without saying anything, Ren Qingyu slowly poured some spiritual tea into his cup.
Until the second dose of spiritual tea was consumed, until Qingyu was bored and went to burn a stick of incense in front of the Sanqing Hall, until the young Taoist priest stared at the master from a distance in a daze.
Qingyu, who was walking down the stone steps, saw a faint golden light rising from the old Taoist priest from a distance, and couldn't help but feel excited. She thought to herself, should the fish take the bait this time?
The old Taoist priest looked at Qingyu walking over from a distance and said nothing. Instead, he added charcoal to the small stove and continued to boil water.
This spiritual tea cannot be wasted, it can be brewed twice more.
Qingyu sat down next to the table, leaned forward and said with a smile, "How does this taste?"
The old Taoist priest sighed and replied leisurely: "Yes, can you be my disciple?"
Qingyu thought for a moment, stretched out her hand and asked, "Can this spiritual tea be exchanged for the spiritual elixir?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "I told you, his life is not a disease, so why waste my elixir and save it for you in the future?"
When Qingyu heard this, she was so angry that she shouted: "If I had known that I would take my brother's spiritual bow up the mountain and destroy your Sanqing Temple with one arrow, let's see how you can still practice here!"
The old Taoist priest was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said: "It turns out that the giant Buddha in Hanshan Temple outside Xifen City was destroyed by you two siblings?!"
Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly corrected her: "I was just joking, you are not allowed to speak nonsense."
She secretly scolded herself for being a pig, for selling herself before she could get the elixir.
Sighing, the old Taoist priest said seriously: "You are my disciple, what are you afraid of? Tell me the story under Hanshan Temple and see if you can impress me."
When Qingyu heard this, she jumped up like a cat with furry hair: "I haven't agreed yet, are you serious?"
The old Taoist priest smiled lightly, picked up the boiling water from the stove and poured it into the pot.
He replied: "Your brother has already agreed for you."
Qingyu shook her head, frowned and replied, "How is it possible that he was still dreaming when I went out?"
The old Taoist priest disagreed. He poured steaming hot tea into the cup and said with a smile, "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have climbed up to see me today."
Qingyu was angry, stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the elixir."
