If there is no accident, maybe the old monk will not be able to grow vegetables today.

The corners of Bai Yujun's mouth twitched, it turns out that there are also such high-ranking monks who have devoted themselves to cultivation in Western religions, and sure enough, people are different from each other, there are always independent and special people, look, the old guy should not want to talk about the scriptures and the law with that poisonous cobra.

Finally, Bai Yujun couldn't help it.

The helpless old monk grabbed the cobra's neck, dragged the cobra to the vegetable field and put it in the bushes, clapped his hands, and everything went smoothly.

Looking back, the old and the young were dumbfounded.

"Who, yes, virtuous old man, you are very good. ”

Bai Yujun nodded angrily, thinking that he didn't need to poison the old man, people are different, he is not the type who can run to the 100,000 mountains to die.

"Poor Monk Huixian ......"

"Almost, it's all the same, by the way, why don't you come here to this bird to......" Before he finished speaking, a bird flew overhead, and a round and plump piece of bird droppings fell between Bai Yujun and Huixian, which was extremely dazzling.

“......”

"Why did you come to this place of birds and, a sloping field, three or four houses, the most valuable thing in the temple is the top doorpost, you can't mix a golden body with your appearance. ”

"Good, everything is fleeting, not arrogant and leisurely, look, isn't it good to be a poor monk now. ”

Monk Huixian is a good monk.

Bai Yujun looked at Hye-hyun's torn clothes full of patches, and looked down at the shoes, one of the shoe holes showed his big toe, perhaps because he was embarrassed, Hye-hyun tried to shrink his big toe in.

"Let's be honest. ”

A little bit of snake demon breath was released, and immediately, Hui Xian, who was puzzled about Bai Yujun's identity, smiled bitterly, he knew that he had met a demon today, how could the daughter of an ordinary family who had not left the pavilion be able to wander in the mountains and forests, not afraid of poisonous snakes, it was quite courageous, and it was not a human and a demon, but I hoped that it would not eat people with good intentions.

"Alas......"

Hyehyun sighed, and he didn't know whether he was lamenting fate or secretly sighing that he was unlucky to meet a monster.

Hearing a light sigh, Bai Yujun had a strong curiosity about the fate of the old monk, and maybe he could use this to learn about Western religion and know himself and his opponent.

An old man, a young man, and a demon came to the grass hut at the edge of the field and sat down, drank the clear and sweet mountain spring to moisten his throat, and Hye-hyun began to tell.

"When I was young, the poor monk was the ...... of Chang'an"

An old man with a lot of stories, and the story is quite long.

Maybe the villagers don't want to listen to him talk about useless nonsense, and there won't be a literati who wade through mountains and rivers to come to Zhuquan Temple, so that Hye-hyun doesn't mind when he meets a youkai who can listen carefully, not so much reminiscing as reliving, maybe Hye-hyun, who is engrossed in telling the past, forgets the youkai sitting across from him and forgets his apprentice.

A few decades ago, a young scholar was suddenly impersonated when he was in high spirits, so he saw through the world, chose to become a monk in the largest temple in Chang'an, and quickly understood the essence of his scholarly knowledge, and became a well-known monk after a discussion with others.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the more you know, he knows that the elders in the door have done a lot of things against their will for their prestige, and he has also seen the masters in the door slaughtering living beings regardless of the rules of the door, and on the grounds that the sect is carried forward, he is obsessed with calculations, which is no different from the secular sects.

In the end, he is still young and vigorous.

Can't help but dissuade the people, persuade the people to meditate and practice the enlightenment, but he is just a little monk, people are soft-spoken, the teacher reprimands the same door and ridicules, saying that it is crazy, the young monk with disappointment and loneliness resolutely left the prosperous Chang'an, all the way south, settled in this Zhuquan Temple to concentrate on meditation, and finally realized the true essence, and received a small disciple to pass on what he had learned all his life.

Although this mountain is bitter, it is actually a place of enlightenment.

Bai Yujun turned his head to look at the broken temple.

"It's really a place where the turtle is hidden and the tiger is crouching, I can't see it, I can't see it, there is a monk who has attained the Tao and lives in seclusion here. ”

Virtuous...... The old monk Huixian pretended not to hear the ridicule.

Drink the cool mountain spring, cool to the heart, Zhuquan Temple feng shui is good, otherwise the temple will not be built, but it is a pity that it is located in a remote mountain road and it is difficult to get fire.

The little stone has long been lying on the futon and sleeping, the boss with snot bubbles.

The old monk is still sighing, feeling that he is willing to listen to his own verbosity, who said that monsters are terrible and like to eat people, people have bad people, and demons also have good demons, but ...... I'm still scared.

Time passed in Hye-hyun's chatter.

In the blink of an eye, the sun has set.

Bai Yujun got up and said goodbye, the barren mountains and mountains can't stay in this Zhuquan Temple, not to mention that it's inconvenient, what can the dilapidated temple take out to entertain, an old and a young will learn to eat bamboo from pandas.

Waving his hand, he carried the horizontal knife and shook it down the mountain.

Hui Xian breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and secretly said that fortunately he could speak well, and it took him all afternoon to stabilize the monster, otherwise his sour and rotten old meat was too hard and not delicious, what should I do, the skin and tender meat will not be eaten by the monster and the bones will not be left.

The little stone rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly, but he didn't see the powerful tiger.

"Master, the tiger in white clothes. ”

"And said! If you hadn't brought a monster back, why would you use me to spit and fly around, and do everything you can to talk nonsense for an afternoon! Our master and apprentice were almost eaten! Give me back and recite the scriptures and go to Zen!"

"Ahhh~"

The little stone ran back to the broken temple with his hands on his buttocks, and it didn't take long for the sound of immature chanting to come out.

The old monk nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and saw the cobra staying in the vegetable patch......

"Why are you back again......"

The days returned to calm.

Bai Yujun didn't go up the mountain again, found a good place to sleep and woke up to continue the journey, but no one knows how long he slept in a sleep, maybe he slept for a day, or he could sleep for ten days and a half months, maybe a year.

The life of the broken temple on the mountain has not changed because of the appearance of monsters, the old monk Huixian still talks about the scriptures with the cobra in the vegetable field every day, the big snake does not go, and has no choice but to dig bamboo shoots with small stones and bamboo baskets all over the mountain to eat.

The old and young worked hard to dig bamboo shoots, and if they were lucky, they would pick up the bamboo sun, go back to stew a pot of steaming bamboo sunflower soup, and squat in front of the pot and drink with a smile.

At the foot of the mountain, there is still that lotus pond.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom, the frogs are lying on the lotus leaves and croaking, kicking and jumping away, the lotus leaves tremble to reveal the fine white snake scales between the green leaves, the lotus leaves are quiet, and cover the underwater behemoth......

The talent for water control is in the body, and sleeping underwater is no different from the ground, mainly because it is rare to hide under the water.

The pond is not deep, just cover the figure, with the help of lotus leaves to cover no one can see the situation under the water, the small hidden in the wild, the middle hidden in the city, the big hidden in the court, everywhere can be hidden.

The lotus pond is quiet, occasionally a farmer comes to drink water, and even the ploughing cattle can't feel the smell of monsters after hiding the breath.

The dead frog, not knowing which tendon had gone wrong, jumped up and down, and landed on what it thought was a rock out of the water, croaking, not noticing that the stone below had moved.

Underwater, the fish in the pond swim gracefully, bypassing a mysterious tail.

The sleeping serpent occasionally moved...... I want to talk about "New White Snake Asks Immortals" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."