The other side is here but not here.
What about Amiji Temple?
The ones who fell silent were not only Zhuang Baiyi who walked to the front of the mountain temple with difficulty and knocked open the ancient door with his sword, but also Chen He and Nan Dequ who had been huddled in the Tianyan car.
The moment the mountain door was knocked open, the wind and snow seemed to change, and there was a long and slow breathing sound blowing through the world like the sound of wind.
In the mountain gate, there is still an ancient road, and you can see the snow-covered Bell and Drum Tower, and endless temples. Even though it has been silent for thousands of years, it still tells the story of the grand scene of such an ancient place of cultivation.
But that wasn't the reason why the black-robed swordsman was stunned and silent.
When he raised his head, he saw an even more bizarre story.
The head of a great monk in white clothes who had lost his ears was above the snow. As if he was looking down at his palm, he said with great seriousness and sigh: "So you are here."
Chen He looked at the human world with some confusion when the mountain door was opened, and he also saw the great monk in white who looked like a towering giant.
What on earth did he mean that you were here?
Does it refer to Zhuang Baiyi or Ami Temple?
When Chen He looked at the scene in front of him, he seemed to finally remember something.
This great monk should have a small white stone in his hand.
It turns out that Ami Temple has always been in the hands of this white monk. No wonder he said that he could not find the entrance to Ami Temple.
How can a person walk on the palm of his hand?
This isn't some Moss ring.
Chen He didn't know why he was thinking about such a strange thing.
Nan Dequ huddled in the rabbit fur in silence. The air flow brought by the white-clothed monk when he spoke stirred up the wind and snow, almost knocking him out of the car.
Zhuang Baiyi knelt silently in front of the mountain gate for a long time, holding his sword. He had lowered his head and silently looked at the Buddhist Taoism and stone lanterns.
After a long time, the black-robed swordsman wiped the blood from his lips and raised his head again.
"Did the Master know that this would be the case?"
The sword cultivator's body was still trembling slightly under the suppression of those Buddhist laws.
The great monk, wearing a thin white monk's robe and sitting in the wind and snow, said very calmly: "How can you say you know everything that is uncertain?"
Zhuang Baiyi fell silent again.
Maybe it doesn't matter now whether you know it or not.
Ami Temple was right in front of them, but they all fell into the palm of this great monk - such an ancient path may not be the palm prints of this master of Deer Ming and Banana Deer.
Chen He started to think wildly, looking down at the ancient road below, wondering whether this was a lifeline or a career line?
Perhaps thinking of an extremely amazing possibility, Chen He suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Could this be a love line?
Otherwise, why would this monk sing along with him about "Woman Flowers Swaying in the Red Dust"?
It's a pity that they are too small now. Chen He doesn't know how he became so small. He is so small that when he stands in the palm of the monk's hand, he can only see the vast wind and snow without seeing the boundary.
Otherwise, Chen He would have to go and see which line this was no matter what.
Perhaps it was Chen He's wide eyes that caught the attention of the great monk. The monk sighed, looked at Chen He and said helplessly: "What is the donor thinking about?"
Chen He chuckled.
Only then did Nan Dequ finally get out of the car wrapped in those rabbit furs. He looked up at the huge braised egg in the sky and said softly: "Master, your ears are missing."
The white-clothed monk thought about it seriously, and then said: "It doesn't matter, it should be nearby. You can just look for it when you have time."
A few people were chatting there, but the black-robed swordsman in white who was kneeling in front of the mountain gate with a sword suddenly pulled out his sword from the snow and stone. With his sword intention flowing, he broke through those people in an instant. The restraints of the Buddhist scriptures turned into sword light, but went straight into the mountain gate, leaving only some blood and the sword fire that had not been extinguished for a long time.
Nan Dequ was a little distracted when he saw this scene.
Zhuang Baiyi also ignited the divine sea.
It's just that this is probably something that Nan Dequ can't understand. He has already confirmed that he has fallen into the hands of Master Jiaolu - this is a fact in both literal and extended meanings.
Why should Zhuang Baiyi do this?
The great monk made no movement.
Still sitting quietly on the snow-capped mountain pass, he seemed not to have heard of Zhuang Baiyi's actions.
"Master, won't you stop him?"
Nan Dequ looked at Master Jiaolu and asked in confusion.
The latter just smiled and said: "What are you stopping him for?"
Nan Dequ thought for a long time and then said seriously: "If the master didn't want to stop him, why did he ask me to find him in the first place?"
Master Jiaolu looked back at Fengxue and said calmly: "I'm just worried that he will do some bad things among Luming. But since he is already in Ami Temple, naturally he doesn't need to worry about those things."
Chen He sat there and said, "Then if he smashes everything in Ami Temple, what should you do?"
This young man would always think of the really scary words Zhuang Baiyi said.
Master Jiaolu looked strange.
"Why should I do anything?"
Chen He always felt that this answer was a bit inappropriate.
"I heard that Kamigawa dug up the ancestral tomb of Xuanshain, and the ministers directly contradicted it. If there is something wrong with Ami Temple, the master must be responsible."
Master Jiaolu said with a smile: "I am not a monk from Ami Temple, why should I be responsible?"
Not only Chen He and Nan Dequ, but also Ming Mayfly, who was dying and sitting on the cliff outside the mountain gate, looked very surprised.
"The master is not a monk from Ami Temple, so why is Ami Temple in the hands of the master?"
Ming Mayfly had just come to his senses from the fact that Ami Temple had always been in the hands of Master Jiaolu, when he heard these words.
Master Jiaolu thought about it seriously and said: "Cong Ren is holding the square inch of Mojianya. Is he from Mojianya? Practitioners all over the world are cultivating the Tao. Is it possible that everyone is from Hangu Temple?" "
Everyone fell silent.
After a long time, Nan Dequ, who had been living in a place like Nanyi City, suddenly thought of something. He was very surprised to see such a snowy world in the Buddhist Kingdom in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "Master, could it be Ami?" The man who transformed the temple into a demon?"
The great monk in white looked a little sad and said, "Do I have to be a demon monk? Can't I be a human being?"
"..."
Nan Dequ lowered his head in shame.
The great monk in white thought about it very seriously.
"This stone was obtained about thirty years ago. The poor monk was still very young and very thin at that time. On the way back with his parents to Fengxueshan Temple to pray for His Majesty, he accidentally fell and fell. So I let them go first, and I went to wash my hands in a nearby snowy stream. As I was washing my hands, I felt something was wrong and found a white stone in my palm."
The great monk laughed and continued: "After returning, my parents saw this stone that came from nowhere and was embedded in the palm of their hands. They were very happy and said that this must be the relic of a certain master in Lu Ming. They said He thought I was destined to be a Buddhist, so he sent me to a mountain temple to become a monk."
"Maybe I do have a connection with Buddhism. That mountain temple is one of the few places where Buddhist magical powers are still practiced after the decline of Luming Buddhism."
Master Jiaolu chanted a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha, the poor monk became bald, became stronger, and became full of martial virtue."
"..."
The deer roared in the wind and the snow blew against the thin white clothes of such a great monk, indeed revealing the extremely strong tendons underneath.
"But if Zhuang Baiyi hadn't cut open the mountain gate, I really wouldn't have known that this was Ami Temple."
Master Jiaolu is very sincere.
"After all, one cannot set foot in the palm of one's own hands."
Chen He didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked at the monk in white and said seriously: "How about you try to lift your feet and step on them?"
Nan Dequ looked back at Chen He standing aside in silence.
But the world suddenly became turbulent. The sword cultivator who had lost all his cultivation thought that Zhuang Baiyi had really made some noise in Ami Temple. He hurriedly supported the Tianyan car and looked over there, but there was nothing there. Behind the mountain gate with the swaying Buddhist lanterns, it was quiet as usual.
Only then did the thirty-six-year-old man realize that it was the monk in white. He really felt that what Chen He said made sense, so he sat there with his legs stretched out and stuffed into the palm of his hand.
Nan Dequ looked at the big foot falling from the sky in panic. If that foot stepped down, the two of them would probably be doomed.
But what Chen He said was indeed true.
The next moment that foot appeared in the wind and snow, it mysteriously disappeared.
Nan Dequ seemed to hear an extremely dull sound. After thinking about it, he lay on the Tianyan car and turned around to look.
Not far away, I saw a great monk in white clothes without ears lying on the ground struggling in the snow. He finally struggled out of the heavy snow that had accumulated for thousands of years. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and patted the ground. The snow on his body looked at Chen He and said sincerely: "The so-called authorities are obsessed with it, that's true."
Chen He said with a smile: "I'm just guessing."
Master Jiaolu swept away the snow on his body, then lowered his head and looked at his palm. Now, his palm was empty.
Nan Dequ was about to say something, but he seemed to hear another plop.
It's just that it's different from the sound of the great monk falling. This time the sound is extremely loud, like the sky collapsing and the earth falling.
Master Jiaolu stood there with a strange expression, but he thought of something and looked up to the sky.
After a long time, a very miserable-looking man appeared in the sky, looking over there.
Ming ephemera.
Probably because he saw Master Jiaolu actually walking into this snowy Buddhist kingdom, the Nanchu spirit wizard who had given up all hope at first cheered up in an instant. He probably fell down the mountain with his seriously injured body. Pass, and climbed over little by little.
Although Ming Mayfly looked miserable, there was a smile on his face at this time, and he reached out and picked up the white stone.
"Master, now you are in my hands."
Master Jiaolu smiled slightly and raised his hand to reach the sky.
"I almost forgot about you. Come down too."
Ming Mayfly's expression changed, and the next moment, the very miserable face above the sky disappeared.
And in the wind and snow, there was a similar muffled sound.
Ming ephemera is of course much miserable.
He had been beaten half to death by Master Jiaolu and was thrown around again, but he didn’t even have the strength to get up from the snow. He was wearing that wide witch robe and was stuck in it like an ancient and complicated painting. In the snow.
In the end, Chen He couldn't bear it anymore and ran over to pull Ming Yuyu, the spiritual wizard of Southern Chu, out.
Ming Yuying leaned against Tianyan's car, the smile on his face disappeared as quickly as it came, and he looked at Master Jiaolu silently.
The great monk, who was full of martial virtues, paid no attention to Ming Mayfly. He just turned around and stood in the wind and snow, looking at the gate of the ancient temple in the snow, which was one of the four major cultivation places in the past. He lowered his head and sang the Buddha's name softly.
Chen He and Nan Dequ didn't bother him, and the latter kept looking at Ming Mayfly with a sneer.
After all, the incident in Nanyi City was instigated by such a Nanchu spirit wizard.
"You can't kill me."
Ming Mayfly looked at Nan Dequ very seriously and said.
Nan Dequ sneered and said, "Why?"
Ming Yuyu said slowly: "If you beat me to death, the master will be very embarrassed. After all, he will beat me to death. If you beat me to death, who will he beat to death? Although I don't understand why he must beat me to death." Beat me to death, but now that the matter is over, I can only be beaten to death by him.”
Nan Dequ said: "Are you really ignorant or are you pretending not to know?"
Ming Mayfly frowned and said, "I really don't know."
Nan Dequ said calmly: "Because the master is from Lu Ming. What good things can people like you do by coming to Lu Ming? It is naturally the easiest to kill him."
Just like Master Jiaolu helplessly asking Nan Dequ why I can't be a human being.
This white-clothed monk is of course Lu Naruto.
"I thought it was because the Taoists didn't agree with each other."
Ming Mayfly said sadly.
Nan Dequ sneered and said: "You think too high and think too far, and think of yourself as a saint, but how can there be a saint in the world? They are just ordinary people, and of course people in the world have feelings for family and country. Don't you? ?”
Ming Mayfly was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Not too much, not too much, too much, not too much."
When such a Southern Chu spirit wizard saluted the goddess sincerely with the blood of Huang Liang's people at the edge of Daze, when he chose to drag Huang Liang into a war with Nanyi City.
Probably not much.
On the other side, Chen He was looking at the great monk in white. Chen He probably realized now that the great monk was called Master Jiaolu, not the Monk Dali as he said.
However, Chen He was a little puzzled by the fact that the white-robed monk simply admitted that he was the powerful monk.
The monk in white had been standing quietly in the wind and snow, looking at the mountain gate in the distance, and reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice - Chen He could not hear clearly.
However, people say that the reason why monks usually recite sutras quickly and vaguely is because they sometimes forget the sutras themselves, so they mumble over and over again: I am your mother, I am your mother.
I don’t know if Master Jiaolu would do this.
While Chen He was thinking wildly, the monk in white clothes turned to look at him.
This young man with idle clouds and wild cranes turned his head and hummed a tune as if nothing had happened.
After a long time, Chen He turned around again and looked at the great monk who had stopped but was still standing there motionless.
"Master doesn't seem to have any intention of going in and taking a look."
Master Jiaolu chanted a Buddhist chant and said softly: "What are you going to see?"
Chen He thought for a while and said: "After all, this is the origin of Buddhism in the world. Could it be that Master is not interested?"
Master Jiaolu just smiled and said, "It's the past."
"Like a dream?"
"Like a dream."
Chen He thought carefully and asked, "What was the master reciting just now?"
Master Jiaolu smiled mysteriously and said, "What do you think?"
Chen He said melancholy: "I can't understand his mind like a master, how can I guess?"
The great monk in white said with a smile: "I don't understand his mind."
The great monk said that his ears and feet hurt, but he refused to admit that there was something wrong with it.
Chen He just looked at the great monk and smiled.
The latter was also smiling slightly there.
Like two big fools in the snow.
The great monk probably thought so too, so he suppressed his smile, turned around and walked away from this ancient road.
Chen He looked at the figure of the white-robed monk walking in the snow and asked curiously: "What are you going to do, Master?"
Master Jiaolu said sincerely: "If your ear hurts, go to your ear."
"What happens after you find the ears?"
"Keep waiting for my destined person. My destined person is an incredible idiot. He will come here one day covered in dirt and grievances..."
Chen He stood there in silence.
At the end of the ancient wind and snow road, the mountain gate leading to Ami Temple is still open. The stone lanterns and Buddha lights are swaying, but they have not been extinguished for a long time in the wind and snow.
In the end, Nan Dequ didn't care about anything with Ming Yuyu, a dying person, and probably couldn't care about it. After all, Ming Yuyu was the number one spirit wizard in Nan Chu. Even if he was beaten half to death by Master Jiaolu, he was still a spirit wizard after all. , and Nan Dequ appeared briefly on the third floor of the avenue and returned to the world.
Of course, if he has a sword in his hand, he is probably still a qualified sword cultivator.
But his sword had been broken by Zhuang Baiyi's sword and fell into the wind and snow.
So Nan Dequ finally put aside those thoughts and walked over wrapped in those rabbit furs. While breathing, he looked at such a mountain gate for a long time.
Chen He turned to look at this sword cultivator who, not long ago, could ignite sword fire, but now could only rely on rabbit fur to stay warm.
"You want to go in and have a look?"
Nan Dequ thought seriously for a long time and said softly: "Think about it, this may be the last time in my life that I will be so close to such an ancient place of cultivation. If I don't go in and take a look, maybe I won't be there again in the future. There's a chance. Besides, I'm really curious about what Zhuang Baiyi will do when he goes there."
Chen He stood there feeling very sad.
"It is indeed the case."
Although Chen He didn't know why they finally appeared in the palm of Master Jiaolu, it was probably not difficult to guess that they must have crossed a certain wind and snow barrier in the depths of Luming, and thus embarked on such a journey. A road leading to the palm of Master Jiaolu.
Just like spanning the entire Lu Ming, perhaps even more distant.
Nan Dequ was wrapped in rabbit fur and headed towards the mountain gate.
"are you going?"
"go."
