Meng Xiaodie on the mountain sat at the table and frowned, looking at Ye Xiaoqian in front of her and said, "What kind of person is Wang Yi?"
Ye Xiaoqian chuckled, picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip of wine.
He pinched the corner of his sleeve to wipe away the wine stains on his lips, and said quietly: "I think the same as you, what kind of person is Jin Wuming that allows you to wait for him for ten years?"
Meng Xiaodie was startled when he heard this. Suddenly, he remembered the first time he met A Jue.
She had originally planned to accept her fate, but she didn't expect that Ajue's sudden appearance would change her and her brother's lives.
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaodie shook her head and said with a wry smile: "It would be great if my mother was still here and saw Ajue standing on the top of the snow mountain today."
Ye Xiaoqian didn't know Meng Xiaodie's story, so when she heard her mention her mother, she could only smile sympathetically.
However, when I looked up at the full moon at night, I suddenly thought of my dead brother. I didn't know how to describe my mood at the moment. I just felt so sad.
At this moment, Qin Xiangyu, who was not far away, started shouting: "It's already half past Xu Shi, and I don't see that guy Wang Yi coming up the mountain, this guy."
Sitting in a chair, Jin Wuming held a cup of herbal tea. A gust of mountain wind blew his black hair, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Looking at Qin Xiangyu, he said: "There's still half an hour, don't worry."
A group of guests in the mountains began to whisper, saying that Wang Yi's reputation was greater than that of the master of Lantian Villa.
Zhu Feng glanced at Wu Tu and said with a smile: "Is this guy really proud of himself?"
Utu cursed: "It's useless, he has to defeat Sword Thirteen."
Jin Wuming drank half the cup of herbal tea in his hand, looked at the open space in front of the mountain stream, and smiled with Qin Xiangyu: "By the way, the burial place that the shopkeeper chose for me is really good."
"Bah, bah, bah! You crow's mouth, stop talking nonsense. I think you two should survive."
Then he looked at the empty tea cup in Jin Wuming's hand and said, "If you die, what will happen to the girl?"
Jin Wuming smiled faintly, pointed at the two women who were whispering not far away, and said with a smile: "They look good, it seems that we can be friends in the future."
Qingyu, who remained motionless, sighed and said to Gao Yue'er, "Junior sister, will you take action later?"
Gao Yuezuo was slightly startled, shook his head and replied: "If sir cares, he should send a message to us. If he doesn't take action, it will be difficult for us to take action."
Qingyu sighed and said with a wry smile: "That's right. You have to follow your husband's opinion on this matter."
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In the Hongchen Inn, the night gradually grew darker, and the summer atmosphere was gradually diluted by an autumn wind.
Amu put away the teapot and placed a pot of spiritual wine on the table. He looked at the bright moon over the wine at that moment.
"Wang Yi went to the snow-capped mountains. He is not an idiot after all." Looking towards the direction of the snow-capped mountains, Amu said with emotion.
There was no one in the inn, so he simply closed the door and moved a table to the rooftop platform.
The two of them looked at the full moon, but their consciousness was fixed on the snow-capped mountains, where the people were chattering non-stop.
The old monk raised his head, looked in the direction of the snow-capped mountains, and sighed.
"I'm afraid this snow mountain has never been as lively as it is tonight, right?" The old monk said lightly, "I haven't even seen it."
Amu smiled: "Like you, I haven't seen either."
The old monk was thoughtful and nodded gently.
The intersection under the snow-capped mountains was still silent. A horse came down the mountain, and a man in black immediately jumped down.
The man in black tied his horse to the woods at the foot of the mountain and walked step by step up the stone steps.
A maid from Hongchen Inn came up and smiled: "You are late, everyone on the mountain is waiting for you."
The person who came was naturally Wang Yi, who was dressed in black and holding a long sword in his hand.
Wang Yiwen replied angrily
: "Lead the way."
Even though he was going to have a decisive battle with Jin Wuming tonight, he never thought of coming over in advance to check out the scenery on the snow-capped mountains. This was his respect for Jin Wuming.
It is also his respect for himself.
The maid led the way and said, "I heard from the shopkeeper that the place we chose tonight is not the top of the snow-capped mountains, because it is too far away and we can't go up there."
Wang Yi sighed and said with a wry smile: "She is afraid that you won't be able to see the excitement."
"That's a natural thing. You have to know that it's not just the people from Hongchen Inn who are here to watch the battle tonight, but also a group of monks at the foot of the mountain, as well as the Jianghu people from Chang'an City..."
The maid became familiar with Wang Yi, and she didn't care whether he was happy or not at the moment, she just kept talking like a talkative person.
At the Hongchen Inn at the foot of the mountain, the old monk upstairs sighed.
He said quietly: "We are about to face a life and death battle, and Wang Yi can still be so quiet and indifferent. This state of mind is really not easy."
Amu didn't bother to care, and just replied lazily: "I just think about these two idiots who don't care about their lives. Don't really risk your own life for a while!"
"How to say?"
The old monk frowned and asked: "Since it is a life-and-death contract, if you don't go all out, how can you be worthy of yourself and the people in the snow mountain?"
"What the hell do those have to do with me? Even if the emperor comes here to watch the battle, does it have any business with me?"
Amu shook his head and said seriously: "Going all out is to respect yourself and your opponent, but it is not to let them fight each other."
"Both women are looking forward to going home with their men and having a joyful and grand wedding instead of a sad funeral. These two are idiots!"
Amu couldn't help but cursed: "I won't give them this chance."
In his opinion, as long as he doesn't want that storm to come and doesn't want these two weddings to turn into a funeral, then these two idiots can't get their way.
The old monk asked with enlightenment: "So, tonight's battle will not lead to life and death?"
Amu took a sip of the spirit wine and tasted an apricot flower slowly blooming in his mouth.
He nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "In my eyes, there is never one life and one death. I just saw the life of four idiot men and women."
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Hearing this, the old monk couldn't help but applaud and praised: "What a lifetime. The donor really has great compassion. Just like the deceased monk Tripitaka, he has a soft heart."
"You said Tripitaka, he is different. He wants to use his own power to save all sentient beings in the world. He has the heart of a bodhisattva of great kindness and compassion."
Under the moonlight, Amu stretched out a hand holding flowers, trying to pick off the moon rising in the sky.
The old monk sighed after hearing this and said leisurely: "It's just that Sanzang devoted his whole heart to the Buddha, but missed the practice of cultivation, so that he passed away to Nirvana early."
Li Xiuyuan's hand holding the flower suddenly glowed with a faint light.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, this faint light gradually thickened and spread out in all directions. After a while, it turned into a Buddha light that was so dense that it could not be turned away, shrouding the two of them.
Like a full moon, it burst out from his hand holding the flower. The old monk was instantly shocked and speechless. He murmured to himself: "How is this possible?"
Suddenly another moon will rise in the sky.
Not only was the old monk shocked, but the people in Chang'an City who were admiring the moon at home in the distance also raised their heads and looked curiously in the direction of Hongchen Inn.
I thought that if two moons rise this night, I am afraid that a god will really come.
No moon rises.
It was just a short-lived flower, and Amu put away his hand holding the flowers, and poured a glass of spiritual wine for the old monk with a wine flask.
Looking at the moon in the sky, he said quietly: "The Tripitaka Buddha Dharma is profound. He burned the fire of Nirvana. In your eyes, it is Nirvana, but in fact, you have gone to the kingdom of Buddha."
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Amitabha, very good. "
At this moment, the expression on the old monk's face became extremely solemn. He would definitely not believe what others said.
Amu was different. After all, it was Amu who took the young monk Wuliang to the depths of the desert, and later traveled thousands of miles with Sanzang.
The only person who knows Sanzang in this world is Amu in front of him.
A man who would rather give up paradise and come to the Hongchen Inn to be an ordinary waiter, this Buddhist teaching cannot be learned by the old monk.
Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but sincerely admired: "Sure enough, Tripitaka is the Buddha walking in the world."
"You can do it if you want."
Amu smiled: "I'm afraid that in a few decades, the old monk who went to the desert grotto will be able to ascend after hearing the Tao."
The old monk sighed and said, "I didn't expect that my uncle's decision to leave back then was the most normal choice."
Shaking his head, Amu corrected: "He didn't make a choice, but he figured out some truth."
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Above the snow-capped mountains, under the moonlight.
Qingyu looked at Gao Yue'er beside him and said, "Junior sister, that guy finally didn't disappoint us and has already walked up the mountain road."
Gao Yue'er was stunned for a moment, then patted Qin Xiangyu on the shoulder and said, "Wang-that guy is here."
Qin Xiangyu took a breath of cold air and said viciously: "Let him go first... then let's see how I deal with him. How dare you let me wait on the mountain for so long."
Qingyu frowned slightly and said, "This is his date, it has nothing to do with you and me. We didn't need to come here."
Suddenly, Qingyu thought of the gentleman on the snow-capped mountain, and of Amu who would rather stay at the inn at the foot of the mountain than follow him to watch the fun.
Gao Yue'er's consciousness looked at the man in black on the mountain path, and said with a smile: "Senior sister is absolutely right, it's Sister Xiangyu who is a nymphomaniac yourself, but you can't blame Wang Yi for taking his time."
Qin Xiangyu remained silent and did not answer her words.
She was thinking about the principles that her master taught her back then. Maybe the two of them had been sharpening their swords for ten years, but they didn't want to show it to others easily, and they both needed a quiet and peaceful state of mind.
Come face the duel tonight.
However, that was what her master taught her, and it had nothing to do with Wang Yi. When she should get angry, she would still curse.
So, she looked at Ye Xiaoqian who was not far away and yelled angrily: "I mean Xiaoqian, that idiot of yours is just late. You can scold him for me later."
Ye Xiaoqian turned to look at her and smiled: "If you want to scold you, I won't dare."
When Xiaoguang, who was sitting next to Ye Xiaoqian, heard this, he shouted to Zhu Guang, Wutu and others not far away, and said, "Stop yelling, Wang Yi is already here."
When Zhu Feng heard this, he couldn't help but reply: "I admit that he is the uncle, but I didn't expect that he would delay going up the mountain until this hour."
Liu Tianfeng shook his head and said, "Come here as soon as you come, we just need to sit here and watch the fun."
Meng Xiaodie ran all the way to Jin Wuming's side, looked at him and said softly: "They all said that Wang Yi is here. Master, have you seen that guy?"
On the roof of the inn down the mountain, the old monk sighed: "It's just a battle between swordsmen, but it's as grand as the emperor's enthronement. This is the suffering of the world."
Amu couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and replied quietly: "Life in the world is also boring. Perhaps in their eyes, a sense of ritual is needed to highlight their existence."
The old monk thought for a moment and asked, "Has Tripitaka manifested it?"
Amu replied: "When he returned from Tianzhu, he demonstrated it in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Chang'an and in front of the emperor."
The old monk nodded: "That's true."
Above the snow-capped mountains, under the moonlight.
The shade of the trees could not cover the man in black shirt, stepping on the fallen flowers in front of the Zizhu Garden and stepping on the moonlight.
Holding a long sword in his hand, he came towards the crowd.
