Ming Yuying probably never imagined that the destined person that the white-clothed monk had been waiting for for so long would actually be an unknown young man from Huangliang.
With eyes full of surprise, Nanchu Lingsha lay on the edge of the cliff in the wind and snow, looking at the great monk and the young man below who had no idea what he was holding.
For some reason, Ming Yuying remembered what Master Jiaolu had said to the young man named Chen He on the mountain pass.
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"Master Yu Yun doesn't just say he is destined to meet people."
"for example?"
"For example, he didn't dare to tell Emperor Huai that you were related to our Buddha, and he didn't dare to tell Qing Yi that you were related to our Buddha."
The monk with white robes as white as snow sat on the cliff and said with great sincerity: "That's why I don't dare to tell you that we are destined to be together."
Chen He said thoughtfully: "So the person you are waiting for is probably someone who is ignorant and easy to bully and deceive?"
...
Ming Mayfly came back to her senses and silently retreated to the edge of the rock, lowering her head and coughing, while looking at the young man in the wind and snow under the cliff for a long time.
"I thought what the master said at the beginning was a joke." Ming Yuyu sighed and said, "It turns out that you are serious, master."
The great monk seemed to have forgotten what he had said before, and looked back at Ming Mayfly, seeming a little confused.
Ming Mayfly coughed and said, "It's Master Yuan...ahem...I don't dare to tell Emperor Huai that you are destined to be a Buddha."
The white-clothed monk understood. He stood there and looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be immersed in such an ordinary white stone. He smiled slightly and said: "If others have their own path, you can force them to follow the path they want to take." It's always nonsense to ask him to choose another path if someone pulls him out of his trajectory."
Ming Mayfly sat there thoughtfully.
The monk turned around, looked at Ming Mayfly and continued: "So the so-called fate is exactly what Chen He said. You walked in a confused, hesitant and confused way, but I happened to have a way..."
Ming Yufeng naturally understood what the monk was going to say, but after listening to Master Jiaolu's words, the Southern Chu spirit wizard still said with regret: "Master's words are a bit wild."
The monk in white was probably very happy, standing in the snow and laughing.
The former Huangliang Zhenbei Gaoxing General finally came to his senses, held the stone in his hand, looked at the white-clothed monk who was laughing there, tilted his head, and said in confusion: "Master What are you laughing at?"
The monk stopped laughing, turned around with a solemn expression, clasped his hands together, looked at the young man and said sincerely: "I am laughing so hard that I have no plans, and you are so wise..."
When Zhao Gaoxing heard such a seemingly joking remark, he was stunned. After a long time, he said softly: "Master, you know everything?"
Master Jiaolu chanted a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha, I didn't know at first, but now I know."
The young man looked at the monk in confusion.
Ming Mayfly, who was sitting in the snow on the mountain pass, explained to him: "This monk understands his mind."
As he said this, the Nanchu spirit wizard seemed to have finally understood a lot of things. He was stunned for a moment, then struggled to stand up and said softly: "So this is fate... ahem... What a fate."
Zhao Gaoxing frowned and looked at the extremely miserable Huang Liang wizard, who looked like a dog with a broken bone. Although the young man didn't recognize Ming Mayfly, he recognized the robe of the God of Ceremony.
This person is always talking nonsense and seems to be mentally disturbed.
The young man thought sincerely.
It's just that Mayfly didn't care about what the young man was thinking. He just staggered to the edge of the cliff, clasped his hands loosely, looked at the young man for a long time, then groaned, and a lot of blood dripped from his lips. The ground fell into the snow on the cliff.
This Nantuo wizard, who once boasted that he was three feet six taller than the spirit wizard, stood up straight at this moment, with some black power of witches and ghosts flowing around him, and there were faint witches between the mountain passes. The shadow emerges.
The white-clothed monk raised his eyebrows, and then turned to look south of the wind and snow. Although such a faint yellow mountain range did not penetrate into the territory of Luming, in such a country of wind and snow, the world could not see the black mountains. Under the Styx, there will always be a lot of Styx power escaping from the Styx in the world.
Probably such a Southern Chu spirit wizard is not just sitting there waiting to die.
After all, some efforts were made.
It's just that in his heyday, he was beaten to pieces by monks with strong martial virtues, let alone today.
Ming Yufeng raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, looked at Master Jiaolu sadly, and said softly: "Although it is said that death is worse than living, it's just that for people like me, who already know for sure that there is no way to survive, why should I do this? What about living in the human world? So actually when I knew that the master was waiting for the destined person, I made a plan - to hide a little bit of the power of the Styx every day. If I could hold on until the master's destined person arrived, maybe I could Take advantage of the master's unpreparedness and kill him violently."
The monk in white stood there calmly. Since Mayfly had chosen to be exposed, he probably gave up on such an idea.
This is indeed the case.
Surrounded by the power of witches and ghosts, the Nanchu Spirit Witch looked at the young man silently.
"But when I saw that the master's destined person was a young man, I changed my mind."
Ming Mayfly dropped his bloody hand after wiping it away, and then retracted into the witch robe.
Everyone in the world knows that when facing a southern shaman, don't let their hands out of sight - because you don't know what kind of magic he will use.
The young man subconsciously took two steps back. As a Huangliang person, he naturally knew what it meant for such a spiritual wizard to have his hands in his sleeves.
Ming Mayfly chuckled softly, looking at the somewhat frightened young man.
"If that's the case, then why isn't he destined to me?"
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in shock, as if he couldn't understand such a sentence.
The monk in white smiled slightly.
"Of course it's possible."
Ming Mayfly's hands retracted into his sleeves, but they did not bring about any frightening skills of the Southern Wu and the Northern Wu. It was just a damaged Wu River flowing out of the body, breaking through the wind and snow, and stopped at In front of the young man.
"Back then I met a senior who said that you must give seeds to the world so that rice can grow in the fields that can outweigh the tares."
Ming Yuying silently looked at such a broken Wu River, spoke softly, and remained silent for a long time. Finally, with a wave of his hand, such a Wu River moved towards the young man, and finally hovered in front of the young man.
"Now, I'll give you the seed."
Such a Wu River, with such words falling into the wind and snow, suddenly submerged into the young man's body.
And as Wu He left his body, it was probably really difficult for such a Southern Chu spirit shaman to continue to survive in such a windy and snowy land. His face instantly turned pale, making the blood color even brighter.
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze, looking at Wu He who had disappeared without a trace in his body, and then raised his head to look at the Nanchu Spirit Witch crumbling on the mountain pass, and asked softly: "Who are you?"
Ming Mayfly stood on the cliff of the snowy mountain and said sadly: "Ming Mayfly, the yellow beam is the first evil, Ming Mayfly."
Zhao Gaoxing suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Even if he knew that the white-clothed monk was called Master Jiaolu, he probably wouldn't be surprised. After all, such a monk from a land of wind and snow is indeed unfamiliar to the world.
It's just that the mayfly is not.
As he once said, he is the first person above the gods and ghosts of Huangliang Lingwu.
In the path of witches and ghosts, no one can be stronger than such a Nantuo wizard.
How could Zhao Gaoxing not have heard of such a person's name?
But he probably never thought that this person who looked like he was beaten to death was Ming Yuwei.
Why is Mayfly here and why was he beaten like this? This is probably a story that is very far away from the boy.
Maybe it’s also a story that doesn’t have much relevance.
Zhao Gaoxing stared blankly at the spirit shaman above. The latter seemed to have lost his strength. After being sent out of the Wu River, he was swayed by the wind and snow, and his remaining life was like a thin piece of paper.
So he fell off the cliff and was buried in the country of wind and snow.
Zhao Gaoxing stared in silence for a long time, and then looked at the monk in white who had been standing in front of him without saying a word. It was not until Mayfly fell off the cliff and died that he lowered his head and sang the Buddha's name softly.
"Amitabha."
The young man looked at the monk and asked softly: "Did the master beat him to death?"
The monk in white turned back and said sincerely: "Yes."
The young man said nothing more.
The monk in white said slowly: "Aren't you curious why?"
Zhao Gaoxing sighed and said: "I'm not curious, because I know he is not a good person - many people in Huangliang know that."
Ever since the wind started blowing in the Great Ze, countless witches from Southern Chu rushed to the edge of the Ze.
The world will know.
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If you stand taller and have better eyesight, you can actually see some of the mountains that gradually turn the color of snow under the western sky.
This has nothing to do with the season.
Even in spring, when you can see snow, you can still see it.
After all, Shanhe Temple is to the west of Huai'an, and Deer Ming is also to the west of Huai'an. Such a land of wind and snow will more or less fall into the sight of Taoists in such a Taoist temple.
But probably Chen Qingshan has never seen it.
After all, although such a young Taoist has advanced cultivation, his eyesight is indeed not very good.
But Zhang Lizi could see it.
Perhaps it was due to the girl's character. After Chen Qingshan left, she became a little unable to calm down and practice. After sitting by the stream for a long time, she secretly left the small Guanzhong residence and wandered around in the mountains.
Zhang Lizi probably didn't expect that at the end of such a remote path, in the mountainside pavilion, he would see Uncle Gu Wenzhi, who was holding his chin and looking at the vaguely snow-capped peaks in the west.
The little girl from Shanyue City was startled at first. She was not worried that this young uncle would be a bad person, but she just thought of what if the master comes back and the uncle comes to complain to him, saying that he does not practice well.
Zhang Lizi looked around behind the bushes for a while and found that the uncle didn't seem to notice him, so he turned around secretly, planning to sneak back to Chen Qingshan's Guanzhong residence.
Just when the little girl turned around, she heard the uncle's voice coming from the pavilion.
"Nephew Lizi?"
Zhang Lizi hesitated for a moment, then turned around, walked over quietly, stood outside the mountain pavilion, bowed uprightly, and said softly: "I've met Uncle Gu."
Gu Wenzhi is indeed a relatively gentle Taoist. It was probably the only time that Chen Qingshan suddenly asked the He Sect to stir up trouble outside the Liuyun Sword Sect. This led to the teacher Anzu who always silently offered advice to the top of the mountain who seemed to be ill. The young Taoist simmering medicine appeared on the bank of the stream in Xiaoju in a tense manner.
Probably quite puzzled by Zhang Lizi's sudden appearance here, Gu Wenzhi sat in the mountain pavilion and looked at Zhang Lizi, who was a little nervous for a long time, then smiled and said: "Don't be formal, although I don't like your master, I'm just a generation away." People have their own affairs, so come in and sit down."
Zhang Lizi hesitated a little, walked into the pavilion, and sat down on the chair opposite. Gu Wenzhi didn't say anything, and continued to the pavilion, frowning slightly, looking to the west, not knowing what he was thinking.
When Zhang Lizi saw this, he didn't bother him and just sat there looking around.
Such a pavilion in the mountain can indeed see a lot of scenery. The mountain trails wind around, with green mountains, lakes and clear streams scattered among them. If it is further away, it is very far away. For Zhang Lizi, there is only And the direction of the snow country where I heard the sound of deer.
Those snow-covered mountains are not within the territory of Luming, but still belong to Huaian. When you have to cross those mountains that look like they are wearing little white hats, you can see the frozen rivers and the freezing wind and snow. Beginning to truly enter the territory of Luming.
Of course, Shanyue City is not a snow-free land. The real snow-free land is probably only the southern extension of Huangliang.
But for Zhang Lizi, it was an extremely surprising thing to be able to see the color of snow in July, so she sat there leaning on the red paint guardrail beside the pavilion and stared at it for a long time, until Gu Wenzhi shouted. She shouted several times before she finally came back to her senses. She sat upright in shock, put her hands on her knees, and looked at the young uncle who was no longer looking at the world but looking at herself.
"How is your practice going?"
Gu Wenzhi didn't mean to blame him, he just smiled and looked at this young girl from Shanyue City who was not bad at all in terms of talent.
Zhang Lizi was probably a little embarrassed to talk about the progress of her practice. She once inquired about the practice status of other uncles or brothers in the temple. Most of them could enter the Zhoutian within a few months, and then prepare. Get straight to the point.
After all, this is one of the three views in the world.
It's not a place like Lingnan Sword Sect.
So when Gu Wenzhi suddenly asked about such a thing, he hesitated for a while. After hesitating for a long time, he said softly: "It's already... it's already entered the body, uncle."
Zhang Lizi had already started practicing and feeling the Qi since he was taken out of Shanyue City by Chen Qingshan. It's just that more than half a year has passed, but such a little girl is still in the first stage of cultivation, so naturally she feels a little inferior.
Gu Wenzhi could naturally see Zhang Lizi's thoughts, smiled softly, turned around and said, "It's already pretty good."
Zhang Lizi said with some surprise: "Is this not bad?"
Gu Wenzhi said matter-of-factly: "Of course, there are only a few people in the world who can practice. The strong wind is like a flat lake, hitting so many people. If the whole people in the practice world are hit, they probably won't even be able to splash a few drops of water." Come."
This may have made Zhang Lizi feel better, so she bowed gratefully and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Gu Wenzhi just laughed softly and didn't say anything.
Zhang Lizi sat there in silence for a while, probably remembering many puzzling things about his master, and looked at Gu Wenzhi hesitantly.
The young master uncle from Xuanxuyuan said softly: "Is there any problem with your practice?"
Although the Great Dao of the World has its origins, it is just an academy that dominates the world with culture. It may have a lot of experience in solving doubts.
But when Gu Wenzhidu was ready to answer some of Zhang Lizi's questions about practice, the little girl from Shanyue City asked another question.
"My master..."
Zhang Lizi turned his head, hesitated a little, and probably mustered up some courage before asking such a question in a complete and serious manner: "Is he really a bad person?"
Such a question probably bothered Zhang Lizi all the way from Shanyue City to Shanhe Temple.
Qingjiao is Chen Qingshan's enemy. What she said may not be credible. Chen Qingshan is a person who seems to not care about anything. Even if asked, he will only say that the little saint is really a god.
So it might be most appropriate to ask such a disciple of Mountain and River View.
Gu Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head silently and looked at the world quietly, seeming to be deep in thought.
Zhang Lizi sat there wringing her hands nervously.
For such a little girl, the answers to some questions may indeed be very important.
Gu Wenzhi thought for a long time before turning back, looking at Zhang Lizi and saying with a sigh, "Do you still remember what I said before?"
Zhang Lizi looked at Gu Wenzhi with some confusion.
The latter said softly: "I have never liked your master."
Zhang Lizi probably didn't expect this sentence. What could such a sentence mean?
"I didn't say good or bad, I just talked about my personal likes and dislikes." Gu Wenzhi stood up, slowly walked out of the pavilion, and stood at the edge of the mountain road. "Just like going up a mountain or going down a mountain, is it better to go up or down? This itself is something that lacks a definite answer."
Gu Wenzhi looked back at the little girl from Shanyue City and said seriously: "It's hard for me to tell whether some of the things he did were right or wrong, but..."
"But what?"
Zhang Lizi asked with some confusion.
Gu Wenzhi smiled softly and said: "For you, your master is probably a good person. Sometimes when you can't see right and wrong clearly, don't look at right and wrong. Since he is your master, you should stand by him. On his side. After all, the world must be civilized and courteous. If you respect your teachers and respect your teachings, you will never go wrong wherever you go..."
