Walking through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the hall, reflecting the dim light of the residual lamp, Mu Yunle had a feeling of going from night to day.

The lights are not bright, it seems small and lonely in the lonely mountains of thousands of miles, there is still dim in front of the eyes, there are blurs, but compared with the darkness and the pouring rain curtain outside the temple, it is extraordinarily warm, extraordinarily quiet, extraordinarily bright, the lotus flowers are covered with a layer of halo, which is better than bathing in the sun, and makes people spontaneously sigh that "the lotus flowers are different red in the sun".

Tuk, tuk, tuk...... Mu Yunle's state of mind suddenly became peaceful, she was born in the Huanhua Sword School, she has always had a poetic feeling, and it seems that she has come from the pride of Ren Xia of "killing one person in ten steps, leaving no line for a thousand miles" to the faint sadness and purity of "the back lamp and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart".

Her face was soft, her eyes were gentle, but her heart was wary, and she raised her right hand, intending to knock on the door.

At this moment, the door of the crumbling main hall creaked open, and at some point, the sound of wooden fish had stopped.

Behind the door is a gray-robed monk, with a withered face, difficult to tell the age, thirty is good, forty is okay.

Mu Yunle was stunned, this monk looked ordinary and haggard, but on closer inspection, you will find that his facial features are outstanding, when he was young, he was a beautiful man in the wind in Yushu, and now his spirit is like rotten wood, and his eyes have tiredness and fatigue that cannot be concealed.

This is a judgment at a glance, Mu Yunle can enter the top five in his early twenties, he is by no means a shallow person, his hands are folded, and his voice is as clear as a stream: "Late at night, please don't be strange to the master, I will wait for the rain in the middle of the night, I am afraid of encountering monsters, and I saw the lights of your temple illuminating the darkness, so I went to the door to spend the night, and asked the master to be merciful." ”

"Amitabha, a few donors can do it themselves. The gray-robed monk returned the salute, his tone was flat and his words were concise.

Mu Yunle's gaze looked past the gray-robed monk and looked at the Buddha statue in the hall. It is carved from stone, with low eyebrows and lowered eyes, full of sorrow, dyed with a layer of dim yellow under the light of the green lamp, reflecting a faint light, and there is an indescribable spirituality.

It is indeed a Buddha statue carved by an ascetic monk, pious, with a bit of Buddha nature attached, which can eliminate the ferocity, as long as it does not deliberately provoke the demon beasts and demon clans. They all subconsciously stay away from here...... Mu Yunle made a judgment, this is a place where you can stay and take shelter from the rain.

In the past ten years, the demon beast and demon clan have been active, and if there are monks left in the temples in the wilderness, either the Buddha statue has its own spirituality, or the monks are extraordinary, and it should be the former here.

She turned her head and nodded slightly to Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong, signaling that she could enter.

"Thank you, Master. "After Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached. Saluted.

The gray-robed monk didn't speak again, folded his hands, slowly turned around, and walked to the Buddha statue. Sit cross-legged, with dead grass under you and tattered wooden fish in front of you.

Seeing this, Mu Yunle's slightly thicker and darker eyebrows were slightly furrowed than ordinary women. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong also showed doubts in their eyes, not for anything else, but for the gray-robed monk sitting strangely. Normally, the monk is either facing or facing away from the Buddha statue, but he is sitting on his side, facing the left wall, there is a big hole in the wall, outside the hole is the pond seen before, the lotus leaves are deep and blue and almost black, the flowers are fresh and refined, out of the mud without staining.

And because of the existence of this big hole, the light of the residual lamp shines on the lotus flower without hindrance.

"I don't see Rulai, but I behave strangely towards the lotus, is it a Zen monk who scolds the ancestors?"

Mu Yunle didn't think like this, his spirit was integrated into heaven and earth, and the surrounding bits and pieces were all in his heart, lonely mountains, solitary temples, broken lamps, except for this gray-robed monk, there were no signs of other people's lives here, and even the traces left by pedestrians were few.

A person, a lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a pond of lotus flowers, flowers bloom and fall, he has been "right" for a long time?

Mu Yunle, who has a sensitive heart and always has poetry, seems to be able to experience the deep loneliness, the deep loneliness, and the sadness that no matter how pure it is, no matter how ancient Buddha can't hide it.

Such a monk should hide a past that he doesn't want to look back on, right? Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic, retracted his gaze, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

After Liang Jiuzhou sat down, he vomited a few times, and said with a slight smile: "Miss Mu, Prince Wang, thank you for your sword help." ”

"It's our business. When Mu Yunle replied, he couldn't help but glance at the gray-robed monk, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, his mind was hidden in his body, he didn't say a word, and he didn't knock the wooden fish again, sitting there seemed to be isolated from the red dust.

Liang Jiuzhou nodded, and said with a smile: "The name of Miss Mu, Liang has heard of it for a long time, and now that I am fortunate to meet it, it is better to meet if it is really famous." ”

Mu Yunle was quite surprised: "Senior Liang, you and other strong people on location have also heard of the thin life of the juniors?"

"Of course, the Huanhua Sword Sect's 'Jade Sword' Mu Yunle is one of the most outstanding figures in this generation's list, and the thrush villa Fei Kuzen and Cao Buzhi of the Cao clan in Beijing are also said to have the reputation of 'three days of glory', how can someone Liang not hear of it?" Speaking of this, Liang Jiuzhou couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Looking at young talents like you, I always sigh for being old, old, old, the rivers and lakes will be your ...... sooner or later."

It took him nearly 40 years to achieve the location, with the name of a hero, but the girl on the other side is a little immature, vigorous, already the unity of nature and man, and the road in the future is much better than his own, how can he not afford the back waves of the Yangtze River to push the front waves, a generation of new people better than the old people.

The corners of Mu Yunle's mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing a bit of innocence, and then he restrained his expression, and said: "Senior Liang, how can there be a difference between newcomers and old people in martial arts, the first to reach is the teacher, and the strong people in the exterior and the law are far beyond the enlightenment, maybe in a few decades, you are still in the prime of spring and autumn, and the juniors who make you sigh are already dying." ”

"The little girl is really good at talking. Liang Jiuzhou laughed, as if he was aroused again, he turned his head and said politely to the gray-robed monk: "I have a lot of trouble, and please don't be surprised by the master, I don't know how to call the master?"

"The poor monk is really determined. The gray-robed monk replied succinctly.

"Thank you, Master Zhending, for taking me in. Mu Yunle still has a girlish heart, smiled playfully, and Wang Tong also thanked him.

Liang Jiuzhou was stunned, and said with a slight smile: "The master's law name is the same as that of a certain hero in the past, which makes Liang sigh for a while." ”

"Which hero? Why don't I know?" Mu Yunle's eyes widened, black and white.

Wang Tong was also curious: "The one who can make Liang Daxia a hero is by no means an ordinary person, I don't know who it is?"

Liang Jiuzhou smiled: "Hey, I remember a lot of his name and nickname, but I still remember that he used to be a Shaolin outcast, and only old people like me have a legal name." ”

"Don't call him and me, in front of him, how dare I call him a hero, when he was in his prime, chivalrous and courageous, righteous and thin, the world was favored by him, and the demons were afraid of his might, and at that time I was just a nobody who listened to his rumors on the side of the road, hey, I was born at the wrong time, I really regret not seeing him. ”

Mu Yunle's eyes were blank, and he still couldn't guess who it was, Wang Tong's eyes rolled, as if he was thoughtful.

"Okay, I'll meditate first to heal and try to recover as soon as possible. Liang Jiuzhou's hands were on his knees, his eyes were closed, and a white mist gradually appeared above his head.

Mu Yunle was vigilant around, only to see the sound of rain outside the temple, the rain was like weaving, and the lotus leaves were ticking, and the ancient Buddha was left in the hall, and the gray robe was a lonely monk, and he touched the scene for a while, and sang in a low voice:

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door, tormenting the world, the dream is cold and tossing and turning, and there are a few love debts...... The pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, and the collapsed mountain gate ......"

The sound is fluttering, indescribably picturesque.

At this time, she saw the gray-robed monk turn his head, open his eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Who taught you this song?"

Mu Yunle pursed his lips and smiled: "The slang words of the folk song made the master laugh, and the younger generation was fortunate to have seen the true wisdom monk, and listened to him hum, liked his artistic conception, and secretly remembered it." ”

"True Wisdom Divine Monk ......" The gray-robed monk was really stunned, it was Meng Qi, and there was a sudden sadness in his heart:

Zhenhui has become a monk, and the past ten years have passed so fast, life and death are boundless......

After Mu Yunle finished speaking, he didn't see Master Zhending answering, so he turned around and knocked on the wooden fish again, tuk, tu, tu, and his mouth opened slightly, and the song echoed: "Listening to youth, ushering in laughter, envying many people......"

It has been ten years since the flowers bloomed and fell.

Listen to the laughter of youth...... Mu Yunle was stunned, only to see the remnant lamp and the gray-robed monk back, the clouds outside were dark, only the lotus flowers were in full bloom, the music was faint, and the artistic conception was sad.

This situation made her suddenly stupid, and she said in a low voice:

"The backlight and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ”

The song subsided, the wooden fish tuked, and the deep voice resumed:

"The troubles are gone, and the red dust is far away. (To be continued......)

PS: Throat inflammation in the past two days, the feeling of not sleeping enough, the update is getting later and later, get a chapter tonight, and it will be normal tomorrow, ask for a monthly pass~