The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 367: The comer is not good

In front of the brand new hut in the quiet part of the Great Lotus Peak, it has never been so lively. ?　W.suimeng.lā

The monk in white clothes is tall, but he feels unusually coordinated. The string of beads hanging on his chest is dim in color. Obviously, it is a world of difference from the rare Buddhist beads of many great monks in the Central Plains.

Since the return of Wanli, he has not held any beads, only a bunch of mahogany Buddhist beads. This string of beads can be regarded as a confession between him and his wife. After she gave it to her, it was not without regrets, because later I heard that peach wood is a material highly respected by Taoism, which can ward off evil and evil spirits, but in Buddhism, peach wood beads, It's not worth mentioning. But Li, the monk in white clothes, beware, except for hanging this string of Buddhist beads on the wall before going to bed, he never leaves. Buddhism has the saying "quietly worry about liar thoughts, hold beads and beware". His common name is Li Dangxin. Therefore, when he entered Beijing in white clothes, the old emperor Liyang bestowed a string of invaluable! After she got the box, she got a girl like Li Xiong, she picked off a dozen beads from her daughter-in-law, weaved them into a ring, and put them on her head. She likes to run wild in the mountains of Liangchan Temple. Where did she know? The preciousness of those beads will soon be scattered and lost. Fortunately, no one will feel distressed by this family of three.

At this time, opposite the white monks, sitting three Taoist priests from two Taoist ancestral courts, Bai Yu, who has just been promoted to Liangzhou governor, Qi Xianxia, ​​who is also one of the small heavenly masters outside Longhushan, and Wudang Xiaozhufeng Qingshan View of Han Gui.

Not far away, Li Dongxi, Wu Nanbei, Yu Fu, the only disciple of the current Wudang instructor Li Yufu, and Han Gui’s apprentice Xiao Dao Tong Qingxin, the four squatted together, listening to Li Dongxi’s recounting of her soul-stirring rivers and lakes. Resume.

The white-clothed monk’s wife has already taken a nap. After learning that the three Taoist priests had come together, she leaned against the door of the house and said, "There are so many people, the people are not kind."

The white-clothed monk smiled and said: "It's just a quarrel, don't be afraid."

She was still a little worried, and said: "Then I won't prepare tea, just make them dry and dry, but you can just find an excuse to enter the house and drink water."

"Okay."

"Will that be rude?"

"No."

"By the way, in case it's really noisy to them, when you do it, remember to beat people and don't slap them in the face, and leave the words in vain. Have you remembered?"

"..."

"Why, can't it be beaten? Then forget it, and chat with kindness. Ha, go out and make money with kindness."

"Fight."

"Oh. Also remember not to play too exaggerated, our girls still want to play a few more days in the mountains."

"I see."

At this time, the white-clothed monk faced the Taoist trio and talked happily, because there was no dispute over the roots of Buddhism and Taoism at all.

He asked: "Master Li closed Huang Tingguan at Xiaolianhua Peak?"

As the only Taoist who "opened the peak" in Wudang in the past two decades, Han Gui, who has always been incompetent with others, did not cover up the matter, nodded and said: "Brother Master Master had a clear understanding before."

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Good deeds."

He rubbed the bunch of mahogany buddha beads lightly, and said calmly: "The ground is sinking to the southeast, and all the places are flowing in the sun. It might have a beginning and an end."

Han Gui is dressed in a clean Taoist robe and a mysterious scarf on her head. He is a bit sentimental~IndoMTL.com~ Bai Yu, who has hurt his eyes, habitually squinted his eyes as if he was out of the way. Qi Xianxia looked up at the billowing sea of ​​clouds on the top of the Great Lotus Peak, full of emotion.

The white-clothed monk smiled and asked: "You can't be arrogant in life, even a hundred years old is still a young man. Did Cao Changqing say it after entering the Great Chu chess and waiting for the edict?"

Bai Yu shook his head and said: "In fact, what Cao Changqing's mentor Li Mi said, Cao Changqing can turn from a Confucian sage to domineering, this sentence is probably the finishing touch."

The white-clothed monk gently twirled the prayer beads, "If the three things of good flowers, full moon, and life are the happiest wishes of ordinary people, then smooth heart and smooth thoughts are the pursuits of your Taoist people, right?" /

The tired Bai Yu rubbed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Why, we are going to fight? But there is not even a cup of tea here."

The white-clothed monk whispered: "Daughter-in-law is not allowed to prepare tea, and the poor monk dare not advocate without authorization. As for the quarrel..."

The white-clothed monk's gaze crossed the heads of the crowd, looked not far away, and said loudly: "Apprentice, come and come, tell us about the Dharma, Mr. Bai Lian."

I never thought that the young monk lifted the little bald head slightly, and reluctantly said: "Master, if it wasn't for Li Zi to not let me go, I would still buy rouge for my wife from Yuqingguan. My wife said that There is a beautiful young woman who is like a flower. The hollyhock rouge sold these days is very cheap and good. It is said that there are also special cotton swallows from Wuyue Yanliufang in Jiangnan. You may not be able to leave a box if you go late. "

The white-clothed monk glared: "You are so embarrassed to say that cotton swallows?! A small box the size of a nail piece, would you dare to sell five taels of silver?! If it weren't for you to talk to the teacher, how could she think about it? One night, I talked in dreams last night, it was all swallows and swallows!"

The young monk confidently said: "The disciples just think that kind of rouge is really good. Those who escape from the summer town at the foot of the mountain are cheap and cheap, but the fragrance is too nasty. Although the box is bigger, the master did not have it yesterday. Seeing it, because she felt that the price was not expensive, the lady rushed so much on her face. When she lowered her head to eat, she threw herself into the rice bowl. It was oozing. Master, you are really scared when you see it, but you still want it. What did I say to my wife, "This kind of scene is really a celestial woman scattered flowers, it is rare in the world", and then the wife grinned, and the rouge dropped even more..."

The white monk coughed a few times.

Bai Yu only feels that if the middle-aged monk of the two Buddhist temples was not absent from the Buddhist and Taoist dispute at Longhu Mountain more than ten years ago, I am afraid that he would not be able to turn the tide on his own.

Han Gui, the master of Qingshan view, watched his nose and nose, but a Taoist priest entered into concentration like an old monk.

Qi Xianxia seemed to rub his eyebrows secretly.

Suddenly, two voices inside and outside the house sounded at the same time, full of surprises: "The swallows of Yanliu Workshop?!"

In the house, it was naturally the wife of the monk in white clothes. Outside, it was Li Dongxi. The latter suddenly got up, ran to the house and shouted: "Mother! Father recently hid four or five taels under the scripture box. Yinzi, he gave me a sneak peek when he hid the silver! Dad made me tight-lipped

Here, who am I, my mother's daughter! "

There was a sudden crackling in the hut, and there was a rush of rushing through boxes and cabinets.

The white-clothed monk looked up at the sky, his expression sad.

If outsiders don’t know the reason, they must be amazed that the treasure is as solemn as the Buddha’s compassion for the suffering of the world.

When the two women, one large and one small, walked out of the hut, the white-clothed monk touched his bald head and stood up, caring: "This big sun, do you want to hold an umbrella?"

His daughter-in-law thought for a while, waved her big hand, and said boldly: "Mianyan branch is a rare thing, the stock is definitely not much, what if I miss it?"

Li Xixi has already begun to give orders, "Stupid North and South, you go to the house to get an umbrella, and then hurry up to follow us! Qingxin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your site, is there a closer path to Yuqingguan? Yes. Then lead the way!"

Today Tongqing, who has already admired the heroine Li Xixi, has put his heart out and said proudly: "Yes!"

Then the group of people went to Yuqingguan to kill in a mighty manner, and the white-clothed monk still did not forget to look at their backs and reminded: "The path is difficult, walk slowly."

It seems that the atmosphere is a little embarrassing. The white-clothed monk sat back on the small bench, looked at Bai Yu, and randomly found a topic, "I heard that Mr. Bai Lian has'three fears and two happiness'?"

Bai Yu nodded and said: "There are three fears, fear of thunder, fear of walking, fear of Zhao Ning asking questions. There are two joys, reading to the point where you look quickly, and speaking to the point of understanding."

The white-clothed monk wondered: "Zhao Ningshen?"

Bai Yu said sadly: "His real name is Zhao Jingsi. He is the only son of the old head teacher. He has a particularly simple and calm temperament. After going down the mountain, he has gone through many hardships and suffered a blessing in disguise. Now his heart is almost close to the road."

The white-clothed monk said, "Is it the young Taoist who was on the Spring God Lake and invited the patriarch of the Tianshi Mansion to go down? The result was a slap in the face of Emperor Zhenwu who moved from Xu Fengnian?"

Bai Yu smiled bitterly and speechlessly.

The monk in white seems to have a deep prejudice against the young princes, and angrily said: "When you fight, you have to fight, and you have to pretend to be a ghost. How is it different from a young boy crying home and looking for an elder? Especially Xu Fengnian, even less plausible, is arrogant. People are out of style!"

Bai Yu, now regarded as the "Cherish of the Xu Family" in Beiliang, quietly shut up wittily~IndoMTL.com~ The white-clothed monk hummed: "My girl never runs to the poor monk to complain, how often did she make her move? Didn’t it make those little bald heads cry and ran back to find their master?"

Han Gui smiled heartily, as if thinking of his apprentice Qingxin, and also thinking of the path boy Yu Fu, who was brought back to the mountain by the master Li Yufu.

People outside the party may not be ruthless.

At this moment, Qi Xianxia, ​​the only one of the three Taoist priests who "relied on strength", stood up suddenly, turned and looked around, as if he was facing an enemy.

The white-clothed monk still sat on the small bench peacefully, slowly twisting the prayer beads.

A man with micro-frost on the temples appeared in everyone's field of vision, his hands empty.

I saw him smiling and said: "Since Fang Cunlei, I have realized two swords in the past 20 years and want to ask them for advice. Now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I have to come here to harass."

Li Cao he got up slowly, and said calmly: "Hurry up while the poor monk's wife is not there. But say it in advance, whether it's a matter of life or death, don't destroy the hut, otherwise the poor monk will really get angry."