Dao Wujian was stunned, a wisp of strangeness flashed across his face, and said: "It's the junior, I don't know how the master recognizes the junior?"

"Old man Cangshan" Ye Zhiqiu laughed and said: "The old man told him about you saving me from the general's mansion, and just now the old man said that you saved this life, if he still can't recognize you, then so many years of scripture will be in vain." ”

Dao Wujian suddenly smiled calmly.

The old monk said: "Forgive the old man for being clumsy, I have been slacking off before, and I ask the knife donor to forgive me." ”

Dao Wujian said: "The master is serious. ”

Now that he has learned the identity of Dao Wuji, the old monk has no previous concerns, and said, "The sword donor, please come with the old man." ”

Dao Wujian was overjoyed when he heard this, and followed the old monk, and Ye Zhiqiu also accompanied him all the way.

The old monk walked slowly, between his hands and feet, the monk's robe swayed with the wind, and he walked more than a mile in just a moment, you must know that this is in the mountains, the mountain trail is rugged, how can there be an official road flat, the knife is not immaculate, and he follows behind him without hurry, and he never falls behind, and although Ye Zhiqiu only has one leg, he is on the ground, and his body is a leap, and he does not fall behind.

The three of them walked for a mile, and the top of the mountain was already in sight, and the old monk saw that Dao Wujian and Ye Zhiqiu had not fallen, so he couldn't help but show a look of approval, and said secretly: "It is really a vain man under the fame." ”

The old monk lives in the ancient temple in the mountains all the year round, and it is rare to see a person in the rivers and lakes all the year round, and now he thinks in his heart, but he arouses his competitive heart, and he does not see any action, but the speed surges suddenly, like a gust of wind, the figure flickers, and goes straight forward.

Seeing this, Dao Wujian couldn't help but be taken aback, fortunately, his light skills were already at the top of the world, no matter how fast the old monk was, Dao Wujian followed suit, always following closely, but Ye Zhiqiu gradually fell.

Less than a stick of incense, the old monk's body is in shape, to the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is quite flat, only an ancient pine stands proudly, stretches out the cliff, there is a stone pier of the size of a water tank under the tree, the stone pier is criss-crossed on the stone pier, just like a chessboard, it is natural, look around, take in the bottom of the eye, only to see the green waves, full of greenery, it makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The old monk said sincerely: "The sword donor is so light. ”

Dao Wujian said: "Dare to ask what the master just performed was the supreme light skill of "walking in the courtyard and shrinking the ground into inches"?"

The old monk was a little proud in his heart, and said with a smile: "The knife donor has good eyesight. ”

Dao Wujian said: "The younger generation has lost his eyes, and he didn't expect that the master would be a master outside the world, and this supreme light skill of shrinking the ground into inches has opened the eyes of the younger generation." ”

The old monk stood with one palm in front of his chest with his right hand and said: "Amitabha, the sword donor has a face, my Buddha has clouds, all beings are equal, how can I say that I am superior." ”

While speaking, only hearing the sound of "Du", Ye Zhiqiu caught up panting, and said quite unhappily: "Okay, you guys join forces to bully an old cripple, it's too unkind." ”

The two knew that Ye Zhiqiu had a strange temperament, and they didn't care about it, so they both smiled with their heads bowed.

The top of the mountain is not big, only ten zhang in circumference, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is clear at a glance, looking at the bare mountaintop, Dao Wujian suddenly had doubts in his heart, I don't know what the old monk brought him here to do, he couldn't help but say: "Master, this seems to be a Jedi?"

The old monk nodded, walked to the side of the stone pier that looked like a chessboard, followed the knife Wuji, stood on the cliff, looked down, and saw the white mist rising below, not knowing its depth.

The old monk said: "Have you ever heard of the sword donor being born after death?"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but interject: "Okay, you old monk, do you want Dao Gongzi to jump down from here?" paused, and then said: "Dao Gongzi, don't listen to this old monk's nonsense, if you jump down, I'm afraid you have to go directly to serve the Buddha of the Western Heavens." ”

Dao Wujian looked at the abyss below, quite agreed with Ye Zhiqiu's statement, and a strange look appeared on his face, if he really jumped down, except for falling into a pulp, Dao Wujian couldn't think of any other possibilities, and couldn't see a way out.

The old monk looked calm and said, "Old Master Ye is calm and don't be impatient, please listen to what the old monk has to say." ”

Ye Zhiqiu glared at the old monk fiercely and said, "Old monk, although we have been friends for decades, if you don't explain your words clearly and want to take the opportunity to plot against the knife boy, the old man and you will not be finished." ”

Dao Wujian glanced at Ye Zhiqiu gratefully, and then looked at the old monk, the old monk smiled calmly, and said: "Amitabha, the old benefactor Ye is too careful, and the monks are compassionate, how can they assassinate others." At the end, he said in a loud voice, "Sin, sin." ”

Ye Zhiqiu was anxious and urged: "Old monk, tell me how to put it to death and survive?"

Dao Wujian was very curious in his heart, and looked at the old monk for a moment.

The old monk was in a trance, as if he was recalling some of the past, and after a while, he said slowly: "When the little apprentice Tianming was playing here, he fell off the cliff, and the old man thought that Tianming would die, and he personally recited the scriptures to him, who knew that after three days, Tianming came back." ”

"What else is like this?" Ye Zhiqiu said in surprise.

The old monk said: "Monks don't speak. ”

Dao Wujian said: "Back then, the Sword Demon Ancestor was forced to jump from the top of Huashan Mountain, and fortunately he did not die, but after all, this is a person's luck, if it is someone else, a hundred lives may not be able to live." ”

Ye Zhiqiu echoed: "The knife boy is reasonable, according to the old man's opinion, let's find another way." ”

The old monk said: "The two donors don't know, afterwards, the old man once asked Tianming, according to Tianming, under the cliff, there are thousands of green vines, criss-crossed, like the sky net, his Ruyi sky net this kung fu is also under the cliff to comprehend. ”

Ye Zhiqiu was emotionally moved when he heard it, and said: "Song Tianming, this kid is very blessed. ”

The three words "Song Tianming" fell on Dao Wuji's ears, which made Dao Wujian stunned, and Dao Wujian said in shock: "What Senior Ye said is "Central Plains Fisherman" Song Tianming?"

Ye Zhiqiu grinned and said, "It's not him, who else." ”

Dao Wujian wondered: "Song Tianming, he is not a monk?"

The old monk said with a smile: "The old man saw that the dust of Tianming was not over, so he let him go down the mountain to return to the vulgar and settle this dust." After a pause, a look of relief appeared on his face, and then he said: "Tianming, this kid is extremely filial, and he will come to Baima Mountain to visit the old man several times a year. ”

The knife is innocent suddenly, no wonder he was secretly touched by Song Tianming in the Dragon King Temple and did not realize it, it turned out that Song Tianming was the apprentice of the old monk, and he undoubtedly had the supreme light skill of "walking in the courtyard and shrinking the ground into inches", and Song Tianming was not in the Yangtze River Water Gang and appeared in Wuhu Sanmian Mountain, it is very likely that it was the White Horse Mountain back to the Yangtze River Water Gang, and he happened to meet himself.