A few red peach blossoms fell on the green river.
Yang Ning sat on the bamboo raft, watching the mountains and rivers, completely ignoring the tears of a certain fairy and feeling secretly sad.
Up and down the mountains on both sides of the Yi River, the sound of chanting sutras resounding from the ten temples in Longmen gradually became louder and louder.
Yang Ning sighed after hearing this: "It must be that the incense of Buddhism is at its peak..."
Less than a minute after he finished speaking, the chanting in Buddhist temples on both sides of the Taiwan Strait suddenly stopped.
Up and down the mountains, it was as quiet as if there was no one around.
On the north shore, Li Bai took the walkie-talkie and cursed: "Is this Longmen monk's brain flooded?!"
"Why do we show off our Buddhist sect's strength in numbers? A bunch of idiots!"
Next to Li Bai, a monk said awkwardly: "How dare you? The abbot said that this is to welcome the descendants of the Ling Sect to visit our Buddhist treasure land!"
"When distinguished guests come, it would be rude if we, the Buddhist sect, don't make some gestures!"
"You can get lost!"
Li Bai scolded: "If you make someone unhappy, your ten temples combined are not enough to kill him!"
The monk looked at Li Bai who was hesitant to speak.
Li Bai: "There's a fart!"
Monk: "Well, this donor, have you forgotten that the Ten Temples of Longmen are just a name, but they are actually nine temples and one temple, and there is also a Taoist temple among them. This is not just our Ten Buddhist Temples, but you are also among the Ten Temples of Longmen. Daomen’s share of the family fortune.”
Li Bai: "..."
The great poet showed a bit of embarrassment on his face and changed the subject: "Now that this person is here, isn't it time for the leader of your second group to show up?"
The monk bowed to the bamboo raft on the Yi River and said, "That's natural. The team leader is already waiting for him at the intersection of the Dijiang River and the Yi River."
Li Bai had a look of peace on his face, "That's good, that's good. If anything happens, at least we won't be the ones in front of you, little soldiers like us."
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On the Yi River, Yang Ning stopped listening to the chanting from the mountains on both sides of the bank. He yawned and said casually: "No, it's quite interesting for me to listen to the chanting. It's more fun than listening to those little devils catching toads every day. There’s more, continue.”
There was no movement around, but just after Yang Ning said these words, within a few seconds, the sound of reciting sutras in the mountains sounded again.
In this way, the bamboo raft went all the way up the river, heading towards the Dihe River amidst the sound of chanting in the middle of the mountain.
Soon, the river suddenly became so turbulent that the bamboo raft Yang Ning was riding on was a little bumpy.
Yang Ning raised his foot and tapped lightly on the bamboo raft, and the river water returned to stability.
But not long after, the water became turbulent again, and even rolled up waves hundreds of meters wide on the river. At first glance, it looked like waves.
This time Yang Ning stared at the river for a while and said with a smile: "It turns out there is something that doesn't welcome my arrival. Well, what should I do?"
Yang Ning said and knocked on the seat beneath him, "Brother Water Ghost, tell me, what should I do?"
The coir-coated water ghost holding the long pole said with difficulty: "It's just a thousand-year-old dragon. It's not a problem for you."
Yang Ning hesitated and said: "It didn't make any mistakes. It managed to live for a thousand years, so it's not good to kill it like this, right?"
The water ghost calmed down and said, "You are really kind."
While the two were talking, the waves rolling up on the river were already approaching.
Yang Ning said quietly: "Okay, I know this is your territory, and I will give you the qualification to leap over the Dragon Gate in a moment."
As he finished speaking, the waves rolling over from the river miraculously fell in front of Yang Ning. In the end, they did not create a single wave under the bamboo raft Yang Ning was riding.
The bamboo raft continued to move forward and was already out of the dragon gate. The vast Dijiang River was in front of us.
At this time, there was a figure on the river, looking like he was stepping on the river, walking towards Yang Ning's bamboo raft.
Looking closer, he saw that he was an old monk, wearing simple monk robes, with white beard and hair, and a trace of inconspicuous blood red in his eyes. There was a reed under his feet.
On the shore of Longmen, Li Bai looked at the monk from a distance through the drone and murmured to himself: "Is this the monk leader of the second group?"
This is already the second team leader Li Bai has seen. The previous one was Luo Han, the leader of the fourth team.
Like Arhat, Li Bai discovered that the leader of these two groups was also a ghost.
On the river, Yang Ning got up from the bamboo raft and said to the monk, "Master Wuya, it's been a long time."
The old monk, who was stepping on the reeds, bowed slightly to Yang Ning from a distance and said, "Little guy, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Why are you here so late?"
Yang Ning said with a smile: "The old guy is quite stubborn. His blood dried up about half a year ago. I buried him and kept my mourning for three months before he came out."
"Half a year ago?"
The old monk who was stepping on the reeds didn't seem to be moving, but a look of horror flashed in his eyes, "Let me do the math. You fell into his hands when you were five years old, seven years old, seventeen years old..."
The old monk looked at Yang Ning with an expression of disbelief: "Good guy, you let him bleed for ten years without dying?!"
Yang Ning nodded with some shame and said: "Yes, actually I can let him persist for a few more years, but I have tortured him for ten years, so I won't care about him and let his body be buried."
The old monk asked tentatively: "His body was buried in the ground? What about his soul?"
Yang Ning said matter-of-factly: "That's my mentor. Naturally, he lights up the lamp and stays with me? Do I still need to ask?"
The old monk nodded repeatedly: "Well, yes, it makes sense. You are right."
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Thank you Master Wuya for being willing to sit here in Longmen for ten years and earning me countless good karma."
The old monk waved his hand and said: "As long as you are dedicated to kindness, it will be worth it no matter what we old guys do. That guy Arhat has already given up his life and ran away, right?"
"You asked the chief holy monk of the celestial phenomena to replace him? Is it reliable?"
Yang Ning said with a smile: "He dare not be unreliable."
"That's good."
The old monk looked at the two mountains and one river in Longmen behind Yang Ning and sighed: "Little guy, hurry up, I'm tired too."
As he said that, he looked at Yang Ning again and said, "Little guy, you have grown up too. You are no longer the little kid who turned the old man's Buddha beads into rubbish with one paw."
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Of course, now I can slap you to death."
Old monk: "..."
The old monk's expression suddenly changed.
"Haha! Master Wuya, I'm just kidding, look at it and I'll scare you!"
While joking, Yang Ning took out a little doll with a blank body from the white cloth bag on his body, and then took out a brush and drew mysterious lines on it.
After finishing the pattern, Yang Ning took out a piece of dragon scale from the bag and tied it to the little doll.
Finally, he painted the facial features of the doll, tied it with a purple rope, and threw it into the river in front of him.
The moment the baby entered the water, suddenly, the entire Yi River rumbled with splashes of different sizes!
At the same time, Yang Ning waved the brush in his hand and drew an arc in the sky of Yihe.
Like a miracle from heaven, in the sky with continuous drizzle in autumn, a golden glow emerged over the Yihe River outside Longmen!
Above the dragon gate, the dragon gate appears!
Crash--
Up and down the Yi River, fish of different sizes jumped out of the water one after another, rushing towards the golden dragon gate painted by Yang Ning!
The sudden appearance of the strange phenomenon attracted countless tourists from both sides of Longmen to look this way!
So, someone immediately noticed the old monk standing on the river stepping on reeds.
Someone noticed Yang Ning, who had just passed by the dragon gate, wearing white clothes and showing off his aura.
Some people even noticed the golden glow that Yang Ning drew in the sky with his hand, like an arch.
At this moment, tourists in Longmen pressed their shutters one after another to record the magical scenery in front of them.
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