At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, on an official road leading to Lanzhou City.

The sky was endlessly grey, and everywhere there were dead branches and grass wet by the rain.

On this ancient official road, a white horse and a black donkey drove slowly side by side. The people galloping on this official road looked curiously at the owner of the horse and the donkey. Those people ranged from merchants in brocade robes and carriages in luxurious carriages to hawkers who had just escaped the rain from the pavilion in the official road. What's more, there are rich sons who come out of the city for winter tours, and literati and celebrities.

These people all looked at this pair of strange pedestrians with curiosity, and some of them looked at them boldly, with curiosity in their eyes, and a faint trace of disdain. In recent years, there have been many horseback riders, but they have rarely seen them riding donkeys.

I saw that sitting on the black donkey was a skinny old monk, who was wearing a shabby and wide robe. The robe was covered in stains, obscuring its original color. The old monk's long eyebrows hung upside down, and when it reached the corners of his mouth, his long beard reached his chest in a mess. A thin face without any luster seemed to be left with only skin wrapped in and sunk deeply. A pair of cloudy and dull eyes sink deep into their sockets, and their eyes are calm and deep like a pool of water. The old monk flicked his loose sleeves, raised the wine gourd and raised his head to pour a sip of wine.

On top of the white horse sat a gray-clothed boy about seventeen years old, with a bag on his right shoulder and a saber in his left hand. The young man sat upright on his horse like a pine, a pair of starry eyes glowing with sharp light from time to time, and the corners of his mouth with red lips and white teeth under the bridge of his straight nose were slightly raised. Although this young man is not as handsome as a crown of jade, his angular and resolute face shows his unique handsome and extraordinary temperament.

This black donkey, an old monk, a white horse, and a young man, lined up on the official road, giving people a strange feeling. At first glance, it seems to be so incongruous, but when you look at it again, it feels very harmonious.

There were fewer pedestrians on this official road, and everyone didn't pay too much attention to this strange pair of young and old. Figures sped past them, they only looked at them slightly, and they had all kinds of eyes, but they still hurried to leave the pair of young and old behind.

"Master, what do you mean by that?"

The young man didn't know how many times he had asked the old monk along the way, and it was really difficult for him to understand those two sentences. But he couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help but ask the old monk again.

"How many times have I told you, you muddy boy just don't understand, I want to ask more and less, the old monk and I are so old, how can I have so much energy to explain to you, I don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all."

The old monk was on the back of the donkey, and when he heard the young man ask him the same question again, he blew his beard and glared at him, and reprimanded him silently. At this time, how can the old monk still have a little bit of the image of an old man in the twilight, I saw him lifting the wine gourd and pouring the wine, where is there still a little monk's appearance.

"Master, aren't you monks quitting drinking, you don't fear that the Buddha will blame you for drinking like this." The young man saw that the old monk was drinking all the way, and asked him again.

"Amitabha, where did you come from so many things, did the old monk drink, which eye of your muddy boy saw the monk and I drank."

The old monk reprimanded again, feeling extremely indignant at the question raised by the young man, and at the same time, the image of an unscrupulous wine and meat monk was vividly reflected in him.

"Master, what does Amitabha mean?"

The young man didn't seem to be annoyed by the old monk's reprimand, and asked another strange question, and he didn't care whether the old monk was happy or impatient, and asked one question after another. In the eyes of this young man, the image of this old monk at this time is very different from the image he met in that temple. When he was in that temple, the old monk was like a real monk, but the old monk at this time was a scoundrel and a bit of an old naughty monk.

“??????”。

The old monk was stunned, he didn't expect this young man to ask such a strange question, but he was speechless for a while. He forgot to drink the wine, and then he became angry again, and looked very angry. I saw him wave his big hand, and his loose sleeves fluttered in the cold wind.

As soon as the young man saw the old monk make this move, his swords were raised slightly, and he came again, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart. When he could react, he was hit hard in the back of the head. He hadn't seen the monk's movements at all, and the monk had slapped him on the back of the head. The blow was like a sledgehammer, and there was a huge pain in the back of his head. His head seemed to explode, and all of a sudden he felt as if his eyes were glowing golden, and there seemed to be countless stars surrounding him. It took him a while to recover.

Along the way, the old monk was happy, angry, or angry. Anyway, he just likes to pat the back of the boy's head from time to time. Before the young man could see any movement of the old monk clearly, the thin palm had already slapped the back of his head. Sometimes he wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. Although they walked side by side, they were separated by as much as a zhang, and the old monk's hand was not that long, anyway, he only raised his big thin hand. The boy only felt the wind in the back of his head, and the big withered hand had already slapped the back of his head.

This young man was none other than Ling Tianyun, who had repelled the people from the Zhongshan Martial Arts Dojo in Lanzhou and found the old monk walking slowly on the official road on a donkey. He left the small village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and chased after the old monk. And the old monk rode the little black donkey slowly, as if he was waiting for him to catch up with him.

Ling Tianyun could be sure that these two sentences were passed on to him by the old monk, and they were deliberately only passed into his ears. Because he found that no one in the village at that time seemed to have noticed the old monk riding the little black donkey.

Whether the dream he had in that temple was an illusion or a dream, he couldn't tell for a while. He caught up with the old monk and wanted to ask him for an answer, but the old monk had no answer. I only know how to give him some dumb words, and I like to pat the back of his head from time to time. For this sometimes mysterious monk, sometimes like a stubborn old man, sometimes like an ordinary scoundrel, sometimes like an old monk with a child's heart of three or four years old, Ling Tianyun also had no way to deal with him. Unable to get the answer he wanted, he slowed down his horse and walked side by side with the old monk.

After passing through a large canyon in Qingyun Mountain, there are still more than 30 miles to reach Lanzhou City. At this time, it has passed, and there are not many pedestrians on this official road, especially the Grand Canyon in Qingyun Mountain, which is rarely walked. This canyon is just a shortcut to Lanzhou City, if you want to continue to take the official road, you have to go around Qingyun Mountain to get out of Qingyun Mountain, then you have to walk an extra forty or fifty miles. Ling Tianyun and the old monk did not continue to take the official road, and walked into the Grand Canyon of Qingyun Mountain.

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that this is a canyon, but in fact, it is just a plank road three feet wide. As soon as I entered the canyon, I saw a road two or three feet wide winding into the mountain. The path was full of steep cliffs, and strange boulders protruded from the cliffs on either side, like monsters ready to pounce.

Ling Tianyun and the old monk walked side by side, looking at everything in this canyon, and couldn't help but think in their hearts: "This place will not pop up some green forest men who shout 'I opened this road, this tree is planted by me, if you want to cross this road and leave the money to buy the road', come on," He couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this,

The old monk seemed to see through his thoughts, holding the gourd and pouring another sip of wine into his mouth, with a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, only to see Ling Tianyun's heart tremble. In particular, the bell under the neck of the little black donkey rang incessantly in this canyon, stirring up bursts of echoes in this canyon. In this canyon, only the sound of the bell can be heard, and the sound of the wind blowing into the canyon welcomes each other, giving people a strange feeling.

"Master, why do you want to take this road, there is no figure at this time, what if a group of bandits shouting from inside: 'I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to cross this road and leave the money to buy the road', then what should I do?"

Ling Tianyun said to the old monk half-jokingly.

"I'm a crow's mouth, you muddy boy, this Lang Lang, this broad daylight, where did the bandit come from. Monk, I'm a lot older, if I don't take this road, do I still have to take that damn official road, what time is it now, monk, I'm so hungry that my chest is against my back, just through this Qingyun Mountain to find something to eat. You are a muddy boy who doesn't know how to understand my old man at all. ”

The old monk reprimanded again, and of course, the back of Ling Tianyun's head was hit hard again. The slap was noticeably heavier than the previous ones, and not only did it make his eyes glow golden, but it also hurt so much that he almost fell off the horse's back with his teeth cracked and his mouth.

Don't play like this, isn't it just a joke, Ling Tianyun cried with a sad face, and he had already secretly slandered this old monk in his heart for a while. Whether there were any bandits here, Ling Tianyun was not worried, he didn't pay attention to ordinary bandits. But the canyon was strangely quiet, except for the wind that blew in and the ringing of the bell under the neck of the little black donkey. There was not even a breath of life, and in addition to the craggy cliffs embedded in the plank road, there was also the gray sky above the plank road. Nothing else was visible, not even a bird's call.

As they went deeper into the valley, the path narrowed as they went, less than two feet wide. Ling Tianyun didn't walk side by side with the old monk, he slowed down his horse to let the old monk and the little black donkey go first, and then he followed closely behind the little black donkey. He couldn't help but be secretly proud of his decision, and he didn't feel a smile.

The smile he had just shown froze on his face, for he felt the wind in the back of his head again, and the back of his head was slapped again, this time not very hard, just a gentle feeling of being caressed by a large hand. He looked at the back of the old monk in front of him strangely, and didn't see any movement from him at all. And the old monk seemed to have a pair of eyes in the back of his head, and he could see through the little clever thoughts in his heart.

For this mysterious old monk, Ling Tianyun had an indescribable feeling. At first, he walked with this old monk out of curiosity, and after getting along with him along the way, he found that this monk was not as mysterious as he imagined, as if he was an ordinary old man. Later, I found that the old monk still had a little bit of mystery, but he was suddenly destroyed by the old monk's foul words. The rogue demeanor, the wise old man's words, and the Zen words that are full of chapters, and sometimes like a strange man in the game world, really make him unable to tell which side is the true face of this old monk.

However, for the old monk's hand that slapped the back of his head, Ling Tianyun felt extremely jealous. He occasionally heard his father Ling Duozhi say that there were some peerless masters who had trained their internal strength to the extreme, and they could resist qi and transform into shape. Could it be that the shot just made was done by this old monk's imperial qi transformation. Although he can't be sure yet, it feels like eight or nine is not far from ten, after all, the old monk in front of him didn't make any movement at all, and he hit the back of his head. If it weren't for this legendary Imperial Qi Transformation, he really couldn't think of any other way to do it, unless this old monk was not human.

Ling Tianyun rode his horse and followed closely behind the old monk, and he no longer had those messy thoughts in his heart. The little black donkey in front of him stepped lightly on all fours, and the bell hanging from his neck made a crisp sound from time to time, echoing in this quiet canyon.