Although the officers and soldiers arrived at the foot of the mountain, there was still a distance from the ancient temple, not to mention that the mountain road was not as good as the official road, and it would take at least nearly half an hour for the officers and soldiers to come.

The old monk is more than seventy years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his eyes are bright, his gray monk's robe has already been washed white, his hands are folded and he proclaimed a Buddha name, and said slowly: "The donor is a dragon and phoenix among the people, but his eyes are evil, he is murderous, and he holds the corpse and bones, but the old man looks at the face of the donor, and he is by no means a great traitor, he is curious, is the donor a general who leads the army to fight all the year round?"

Worldly people have curiosity, and they don't want to be vulgar even if they are six pure monks, so Dao Wujian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How can the younger generation be blessed to be a general, it's just that he can't help himself in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Good, good, good. The old monk said compassionately: "The sea of suffering is endless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and then you can become a Buddha on the ground, donor, and look at it." ”

Dao Wujian said: "The universe is turbid, the charm is rampant, if you can return the world to a bright Qiankun, even if you hold the butcher's knife in your hand and sacrifice yourself to become a demon, the younger generation is also willing." ”

"Amitabha, the donor's murderous intent is too heavy. The old monk said.

Dao Wujian didn't want to argue, so he changed the topic and said, "Master, I don't know if there is a way down the mountain after crossing this mountain?"

The old monk said, "The donor has just gone up the mountain, why should he be in a hurry to go down the mountain?"

Dao Wujian said: "It's not a secret, the younger generation's enemy is rushing to the mountain, if you wait for the enemy to come, even if the younger generation can kill the blood flowing like a river, it is inevitable that they will be buried here, not that the younger generation is afraid of death, but that the big thing has not been accomplished, and the younger generation cannot die here." ”

The words "blood flows like a river" fell on the ears of the old monk, which made the old monk's heart skip a beat, and he said secretly: "This son is so murderous. I couldn't help but proclaim a Buddha name, and said: "If the donor abandons the red dust and escapes into the empty door, the Dharma is boundless, and with the blessing of the Buddha, it is not impossible to turn the danger into a disaster." ”

"If Buddhism is really boundless, how can Shaolin Temple's "Yijin Sutra" be stolen by Sima Renyi?" ”

The old monk looked curious and said, "The donor's words are wrong. ”

The corners of Dao Wuyan's mouth were slightly upturned, and a wisp of narrowness flashed over, and he said with a smile: "Master, now there are thousands of officers and soldiers at the foot of White Horse Mountain who are about to take the head of the juniors, let me ask, can the Buddha protect the juniors?"

The old monk was embarrassed, and couldn't help but be moved, a tragic scene of corpses all over the field appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but fold his hands in front of his chest, and said slowly: "Amitabha." ”

Dao Wujian said: "Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, can the master show the juniors a clear way, the juniors are grateful." ”

The man in black in front of him was wanted by the imperial court, and if he saved a wicked person, wouldn't he be helping to commit abuse? The old monk lowered his eyebrows and hesitated.

Suddenly, a majestic old voice came from within the ancient temple.

"I don't know who the master is talking to, why don't you come in and talk about it?"

As he spoke, the dull sound of "Tuk Tuk" sounded one after another, the voice was somewhat familiar, Dao Wuji's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at the door, only to see a one-eyed old man with silver hair walking over.

The old man had some dead bark on his face, and his face was full of scars, like earthworms wriggling, and his left eye was gone, leaving only a hollow, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying, not only his left eye, but also his left ear, left hand and right leg, which could only be regarded as half a person.

In broad daylight, when they suddenly saw such an old man, I am afraid that most people would be startled, not only was Dao Wujian frightened, but he was overjoyed, and shouted happily: "Senior Ye!"

The old man is none other than Ye Zhiqiu, the "old man of Cangshan".

The old monk was stunned, sighed lightly, and said, "Does the donor know the old donor Ye?"

"Of course I do. Dao Wujian smiled.

Ye Zhiqiu was holding a wooden crutch under his right armpit, only to see the wooden crutch fall to the ground, making a sound, Ye Zhiqiu jumped up, swept over, and a fine light burst out of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Dao Gongzi, I have been separated for more than a year, I didn't expect you and I to meet here." ”

Dao Wuji's face was full of knowing smiles, and he said, "The juniors never dreamed that they would meet Ye seniors. ”

It can be described as a great joy to meet an old acquaintance in another country, Ye Zhiqiu was quite interested, his face was full of red light, and he said with a smile: "What are you doing standing here, let's go in and talk." ”

Dao Wujian said: "The seniors are kind, and the juniors understand it." ”

Ye Zhiqiu suffered from Ma Zhongyong's torture and was disabled for life, and now his temperament has changed greatly, and he is extraordinarily violent and perverse, at this time, listening to the knife innocent excuse, Ye Zhiqiu's face changed suddenly, gloomy and terrible, it can be said that turning his face is faster than turning a book, Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice: "The knife boy is famous all over the world, and he is powerful all over the world, what is there to say to an old cripple like me, the old man is amorous." ”

Dao Wujian smiled bitterly: "The old-timers misunderstood. ”

Ye Zhiqiu grimaced, and said coldly: "What did the old man misunderstand, the old man still has this bit of self-knowledge." ”

The old monk smiled: "Old donor Ye, you really misunderstood. ”

Seeing that the old monk also said the same, the gloom on Ye Zhiqiu's face gradually dissipated, his expression eased, and he said: "Even if your Dao Gongzi has something important, it is not too much to go in and have a cup of tea, right?

Dao Wujian said: "It's better for you to come to the master." ”

The old monk nodded, and told that there were thousands of officers and soldiers under the mountain who were preparing to go up the mountain to arrest Dao Wuji, Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows, and said with a solemn face: "Good guy, the imperial court has dispatched thousands of officers and soldiers, don't worry, the old man will never stand idly by." ”

Dao Wujian couldn't cry or laugh, although Ye Zhiqiu was righteous, but once the fight started, it would just be an extra life, Dao Wujian said: "One person does things and one person is responsible, how dare the younger generation affect the old-timers." ”

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand and said: "The old man's life was saved by you, you say this, but it's too outward, or do you think the old man is crippled and useless?"

Dao Wujian said: "The old-timers are superb, how dare the younger generations underestimate it." ”

Ye Zhiqiu lived in the ancient temple, and in his spare time, he told the old monk about the knife Wujian saving himself, listening to the two of you, a ray of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes, and said: "Isn't the donor the heir of the sword demon lineage Dao Wuji?"