Of course there won’t be many people at Shanhe View.
Except for the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, there are usually not many people in the world's major cultivation places.
Just like what Qiu Xier said at Jingsi Lake and Nandao.
The root of heaven and earth comes from the great road's care for the world.
There is no emotion in the world, but people in the world can see a word called favoring one and favoring others from such things.
Gu Wenzhi was obviously also the one who received preferential treatment.
Although he was not as good as Chen Qingshan, he was even ridiculed by his senior brother who was not much older than him, saying that if he was not good enough, he should practice hard and not imitate them in fighting and killing.
But this Taoist is also an out-and-out Taoist cultivator.
Crossing the snowy mountains, some mountains are green and some are gray, but on the way to the west, the mountains we pass are all white above our heads. The closer we get to that side, the more white there will be, until they are covered Half of the mountain is green.
The roaring wind and snow were blocked by those mountains.
This Taoist from Qingniuyuan of Xuanxuyuan silently climbed to the peaks to the west of Shanheguan and stood there overlooking the land of wind and snow.
Such a country is naturally still lonely.
Being so lonely that Buddhism arises and dies in it is an unnoticed thing.
Gu Wenzhi looked there in a daze.
A man in a white monk's robe slowly walked up and stopped next to the Taoist. He smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist chant, and then asked softly: "Is the temple master okay?"
The Taoist came back to his senses, looked at the great monk, and quickly bowed back.
"Grandmaster."
As for the viewer.
Gu Wenzhi sighed lightly and said, "It has been a year since the temple master left the temple, and he probably won't come back."
The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "If the master of the temple is not here, your master will naturally be the master of the temple."
Gu Wenzhi was silent for a while and said softly: "It's just that people probably won't like to hear the words Guanzhu Bai."
The world does not have the surname Xie, and the world does not have the surname Bai.
The monk in white clothes looked at the wind and snow in the distant mountains of the human world, and said slowly: "The white clothes also have the surname Bai."
"That's Sword Sect's business."
"What does it matter whose business it is? If we have to avoid certain taboos because our surname is Bai, then Bai Fengyu is still a human being. Will the world start shouting loudly that I am no longer a human being?"
Gu Wenzhi lowered his head and laughed, and said slowly: "I have heard of the master's name before, but I never thought that the master is also an interesting person in the world."
The white-clothed monk smiled slightly and said: "Lu Ming has always been lonely, so he naturally needs to find some interesting things for himself."
So my ears hurt and my feet hurt.
Gu Wenzhi sighed and said: "Master is free, unlike Guanli, who is always noisy. If you want to break down the door, he will set the fire. We want to live in peace, but we can't live in peace."
The monk smiled and said, "Actually, they are all the same."
Gu Wenzhi wanted to say something more, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked back to the east where the mountains were colored with snow.
Master Jiaolu also looked back.
There is a young man with a sword on his back, walking in the snowy mountains, one step at a time, coming towards this side with great piety.
Although they were far apart, Gu Wenzhi still saw the boy's muddy limbs and dark forehead.
The Taoist looked at it for a long time and then looked at the monk beside him.
Such etiquette is either to worship God or to worship Buddha.
Coming towards the roar of deer, naturally the only thing to do is to pay homage to the Buddha.
"I heard that the master has been waiting for the right person all these years. Is he that boy?"
Master Jiaolu looked calm and said, "The destined person has entered Ami Temple."
A look of surprise flashed across Gu Wenzhi's face.
"When did it happen?"
"In July."
So Gu Wen subconsciously thought of another young man.
It's a pity that he doesn't know them both.
Master Jiaolu had a sigh on his face and said softly: "Did you see the sword behind him?"
Gu Wenzhi was naturally not blind and said, "How?"
Master Jiaolu said slowly: "There was a possibility that Fang Cun was carried on his back."
The Taoist understood something, and when he looked back at the young man who was tapping step by step in the snowy mountains, there was some clarity in his eyes.
"It turned out to be Hu Lu from the Human Sword Sect. It's a pity that his life was not very good, and he encountered the time when the Human Sword Sect was at its peak and declining."
Master Jiaolu smiled and said: "Why is it that the Sword Sect in the World is not so lucky that he met such a young man?"
Gu Wenzhi looked at the monk and said, "What do you mean, master?"
The monk in white said sadly: "The sword inherited by the Human Sword Sect was put down in his hand."
Gu Wenzhi was still a little puzzled.
"What sword of inheritance? That sword is as big as the cliff?"
Master Jiaolu smiled slightly.
"Hongzhong."
The monk wore a white monk's robe and stood in the wind of the snow-capped mountains in the vague mountain, and said sadly.
"In the 1003rd year of Gale Calendar, Cong Ren asked him to play the red one. He lost badly in that card game, so he began to doubt whether it was right to play the red one."
“From that point on, the endings of some stories were already decided.”
Of course Gu Wenzhi didn't know these things, and he didn't know where the monk knew these things.
He just looked at him with some suspicion and asked: "The inherited sword of the Human Sword Sect is Hongzhong?"
Master Jiaolu said sincerely: "Why not?"
Gu Wenzhi thought for a while and said: "I think the inherited sword of the Human Sword Sect should be the Human World..."
Before the Taoist finished speaking, he heard Master Jiaolu laughing softly.
"Of course you can."
Gu Wenzhi seemed to understand something. He looked at Master Jiaolu and said, "So there is actually no so-called sword of inheritance. It's just the opinions of everyone in the world."
Master Jiaolu smiled slightly and said, "Maybe it really does?"
Maybe it really is the red one.
.......
The young man came forward with his sword, one step at a time. Looking at the smiling monk standing there and the curious-looking Taoist, he stood up straight.
"Hu Lu, the human sword cultivator, has met two seniors."
Master Jiaolu clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist chant and said with a smile.
"Amitabha, the donor's senior name made the young monk panic."
The young man with the dark forehead asked somewhat puzzledly: "Why?"
Master Jiaolu laughed softly and said: "Senior Cong Ren can be considered a senior Buddhist monk. When the young monk sees the donor, he should call him senior."
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said seriously: "Cong Ren is dead and I have left the Sword Sect. Naturally, I still need to call you Senior."
Of course, the meaning of the sword cultivator in the human world is not just the sword cultivator of the human sword sect.
Such a term, which has been occupied by the sword sect in the world for thousands of years, will continue to be returned to the world in the future.
Master Jiaolu did not persist and said with a smile: "Good."
Gu Wenzhi on the side has been looking at this young man curiously, looking at his knees covered with human soil, looking at his limbs covered with snow water, and looking at his dark forehead.
"What are you doing?"
Hu Lu said softly: "This junior once made a big mistake, and he came to atone for his sins by kowtow."
Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "Kowtow to make atonement? Where to go?"
Hu Lu said seriously: "Let's go and ask, maybe the wind and snow are three thousand miles away."
Gu Wenzhi turned back to look at the Land of Snow and Wind behind him, then turned back to look at the young man in amazement.
"Three thousand miles of wind and snow? What's the point of this? I thought you were here to find Amiji."
Hu Lu said slowly: "There is no reciprocity in matters of life and death in the world. There is no meaning in finding Ami Temple but not being able to find it."
Gu Wenzhi said: "Since life and death cannot be reversed, what's the point of walking three thousand miles in the wind and snow?"
Hu Lu said softly: "Sincerity brings peace of mind."
Gu Wenzhi didn't say anything more, raised his hands in front of him, and returned a salute to the young man.
Hu Lu didn't say anything else, and continued on those mountain snow paths, kneeling down, clasping his hands, knocking on the door of the earth devoutly, then stood up again, took a step forward, and repeated this, slowly moving towards the front.
It wasn't until the boy was far away that Gu Wenzhi looked at Master Jiaolu and asked, "What big mistake has he made?"
Master Jiaolu sighed, lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name.
"A little demon on earth."
A little human monster who died in winter.
So when the boy was kneeling in the wind and snow, maybe all the time, he looked like a little demon being beaten to death by a punch on the snowy Nanyi River.
Gu Wenzhi did not continue to ask, but said slowly: "No wonder the master's destined person is not him. How can such a determined young man be willing to let go of all the guilt in his heart just because of the so-called destined person?"
Master Jiaolu smiled but did not speak.
Gu Wenzhi looked again at the place where the snow on the human mountain was getting thicker.
"But I'm curious if he can actually make it through that snowy world."
Master Jiaolu thought for a while and said sincerely: "A man is determined to die, let's see how he can mend the cracks in the sky."
Therefore, success or failure is nothing more than sincerity.
The young man is trying to mend the cracked sky in his life.
Gu Wenzhi nodded thoughtfully, then his expression became solemn, he looked at Master Jiaolu and said, "But I'm more curious, whether Master can withstand the impact of 300,000 green armors."
Master Jiaolu smiled slightly, just like what Chen He had seen before, spreading his arms in the wind and snow, folding them to his chest, and moving in a white monk's robe, revealing extremely strong muscles.
"The poor monk is like a man in the wind and snow."
Of course Gu Wenzhi knew that Master Jiaolu was Lu Ming's Fengxuexiongguan.
"It's just that there are no unbreakable barriers in the world."
Master Jiaolu smiled softly, let go of his hand, and walked forward, saying: "Since there are no unbreakable barriers in the world, why do you need to ask such a thing."
Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "So he is still a man who is determined to die?"
Master Jiaolu smiled softly and didn't say much.
Gu Wenzhi followed up slowly. The young man was still knocking in front of him. He didn't know how far he had to walk before he could knock his forehead to the Fengxue Pass.
Stories in the wind and snow never make any noise in the world.
Only those who stand in the wind and snow will know what will happen on this land.
Gu Wenzhi followed the white-clothed monk for a long way on the rugged mountain road, and then said softly: "Shanhe Temple will also come."
In fact, Shanhe View has already arrived.
This Taoist standing here looking at the wind and snow is the one.
Regarding the matter of simmering the medicine in Guanzhong, Gu Wenzhi had already handed it over to a young man who had entered the Taoist realm.
Gu Wenzhi taught very carefully, explaining clearly which medicinal materials should be put in first, which medicinal materials should be put in last, and how long they should be fried.
He was probably already prepared to repair the cracks in the sky.
Master Jiaolu laughed softly and said: "This is indeed the best opportunity to wash away the dirty water from the mountains and rivers."
After hearing such words, Gu Wenzhi fell silent. He stopped and looked at the snow-capped mountains of the human world quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Why can't it be because we are also human beings and are equally passionate about the human world?"
Master Jiaolu stopped, turned around and clasped his hands to chant the Buddha's name. He looked at Gu Wenzhi guiltily and said softly.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is rude."
Gu Wenzhi walked forward, facing the wind and snow blowing from the roar of the deer, and said calmly: "Everyone says Lingnan is stupid, but let me ask you, who in the world doesn't want to be Lingnan?"
Master Jiaolu smiled slightly and said: "Of course people in the world yearn for perfection, but it is easy to think about it but difficult to do it."
Gu Wenzhi said softly: "Even if you can't come, you can still yearn for it."
Master Jiaolu smiled and said: "Great kindness."
...
The view seemed a little more deserted.
This is Zhang Lizi's most intuitive feeling.
Although in such a Taoist temple, this Shanyue City girl did not recognize many Taoists.
But sometimes when standing on those mountain roads, there are always some familiar faces.
The most familiar one can be called Zhang San - when Zhang Lizi thought about it, he changed it to Li Si.
After all, his father's name is Zhang San.
So Li Si, then Wang Wu, then Lao Liu.
Taoists would sometimes pass by nearby, over and over again, day after day.
But as Chen Qingshan left, and after Gu Wenzhi gazed at the snowy mountains in the west one day at the mountain pavilion, fewer Taoists passed by.
At first, Lao Liu disappeared, and Zhang Lizi thought he was hiding.
Later, it was discovered that Wang Wu had not appeared, and then Li Si also disappeared.
The usually noisy sounds in the view gradually disappeared.
Maybe there is no one cleaning, maybe it is because the autumn is getting thicker, and there are more fallen leaves in the woods. Sometimes when the wind blows, Zhang Lizi thinks that someone has raised ten thousand chickens in the woods, and those chickens have been eaten by dogs. Pushing it away, a hundred thousand feathers of various colors fell down.
Of course, such reverie can actually reflect something.
For example, the little girl from Shanyue City wants to eat chicken.
Chen Qingshan's trail house is located beside a mountain stream, so fish is naturally indispensable.
But if you eat too much fish, you will naturally become a little tired.
After Chen Qingshan left, Zhang Lizi secretly wandered around the temple for a long time.
There was a Taoist who raised some chickens - Zhang Lizi didn't know why the Taoist raised chickens in the temple. Anyway, the feathers of the chickens were very bright and bright, and they looked like good chickens for making soup.
It was probably because of this that the little girl from Shanyue City began to think about stewed chicken day and night.
Zhang Lizi once even tried to steal a chicken, or pretended to have failed in spiritual practice and "accidentally" killed a Taoist's chicken, so the chicken was naturally eaten.
It's a pity that Zhang Lizi struggled for a long time and still didn't dare to take action.
After all, my cultivation talent is so poor that I might be carried out by the Taoist before I can touch the chicken.
Zhang Lizi also thought about asking Qingjiao, a sword cultivator in the small Dao realm, to steal a chicken for him.
Just think about it or forget it.
But what Zhang Lizi didn't expect was that after Li Si, Wang and Wu disappeared, the Taoist priest in his forties came to Chen Qingshan's creekside residence carrying two cages of chickens.
Taoists have some things that require them to leave the temple.
So the chickens were sent here and asked Zhang Lizi to help feed them for a while.
Zhang Lizi looked weird at the time, thinking how dare you send such a fat chicken to a person who dreams of chewing chicken legs?
It's just that the Taoist was probably in a hurry. He hurriedly exchanged a few words with Zhang Lizi, then turned into Tao Feng and disappeared into the autumn forest.
Zhang Lizi stood silently by the stream, looking at the two cages of chickens. After thinking about it, he let them out and sprinkled some rice by the stream.
The Taoist's chicken had bright feathers and a strong body. He probably had some sense of humanity. Even though he was suddenly taken to the stream, he did not run around. He paced around the stream in an imposing manner, eating the grass by the stream step by step. Rice grains inside.
Qingjiao withdrew from the state of practice. She wanted to ask Zhang Lizi if the meal was ready, but she found that there were a bunch of chickens by the stream, and the little girl from Shanyue City was looking at the chickens with saliva and murmuring. Said.
"Cluck, clack, clack, if you are willing to let me kill one and roast it, just give me a few shouts."
"..."
Qingjiao looked silently at Zhang Lizi, who was not interested in practicing, but was particularly interested in the Taoist's cock.
I don’t know whether it was because I didn’t understand Zhang Lizi’s words, or because no one really wanted to be plucked, boiled, stewed and eaten. In short, the whole stream was silent except for the sound of pecking rice grains.
Zhang Lizi waited for a long time, suddenly stood up, picked up a branch and started chasing the chickens.
The whole stream is full of chickens and eggs.
But I have to admit that the Taoist's bones are hard, and the chickens raised by the Taoist probably have hard bones too. Zhang Lizi chased the chicken for a long time, but the chicken didn't crow.
Just three or four fresh eggs were thrown out by the stream, with a smell of chicken feces, lying there quietly.
Zhang Lizi sighed, walked over and picked up the eggs.
If you can't eat chicken, you can still eat eggs.
Only then did Qingjiao walk over with her sword in her arms, looking at Zhang Lizi with confusion on her face.
"Where did these chickens come from?"
Zhang Lizi was pulling grass blades and wiping the chicken excrement on the eggs, and said: "It seems that they were raised by a Taoist from Guanzong. He had to leave Guanli for something, and he suddenly mentioned these chickens before. Come here and ask me to help you raise it."
Zhang Lizi said, licked his lips, looked at the green peppers and asked, "By the way, if we eat two secretly, the Taoist won't notice."
Eating fish every day, Zhang Lizi felt like the head on her head was not a human head but a fish head.
But after waiting for a long time and not hearing anything from Qingjiao, Zhang Lizi wiped the eggs and raised his head, only to find that the sword cultivator had stepped on the branches of the evening forest with his sword behind him, watching quietly. The west side of the human world.
Zhang Lizi stood there with his head tilted, and suddenly remembered whether Qingjiao had told him that something might happen to Lu Ming.
Is this true?
It's just about Lu Ming. Does it have anything to do with Shanhe View?
Zhang Lizi was a little confused. After looking at it for a long time, she took the eggs and ran to cook.
