Chapter 378： White man

After the two-year period, Chen Ping and his entourage passed by a mountain with a steep mountain as a girl's eyebrows. After entering the boundary, just a short fragrant mountain path, it has already encountered two men and women, a dozen people. There are rich and expensive, mostly from the government, a few from the guards, all hanging the long knife, men, women and children. In addition, a group of people and rivers and lakes, a total of six people, four men about 50 years old, breathing calm, walking silent, is bound to be a first-class military commander on the Qingjiang River, undoubtedly, the first person is a hook The nose old man, his eyes are sharp, followed by a round-faced girl, although the color is not brilliant, can give birth to a pair of Lingxiu eyes, looking forward to life.

Both people went up the mountain. Before Chen Ping met the official figures, he took the initiative to ask the local customs and people. When the other party introduced, Chen Pingcai knew that there was a Jinguiuan on the top of the Qingyao Mountain. There are gods practicing in Taoist temples, but they often close their doors to thank you all the year round. Last winter, Taoist temples let the cowards come out and prepare to collect nine disciples. As long as they are under the age of 16, they don’t ask for their origins. No less than three hundred people, each carrying a young girl at home or a boy and a child, is in a constant stream, and has poured into Qingyao Mountain.

Chen Pingan mourns the true swords and short knives that are still in the capital of the Metropolitan Government. They are not willing to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia have been wading in the mountains for two years, especially the water and land fields of Qinglan and the Luotianda of Qingshan. Afterwards, there was little interest in opening a door to a mountain. As for the priests of Jin Guiguan who are true gods or fake high-ranking people, the group is not very concerned.

Within the ordinary country of Baoliangzhou, Jindan Dixian is already an unattainable existence. After all, such as the existence of the Dalong dynasty, the hidden dragon and the tiger, it is rare to see the whole world.

With the Daxie Song's iron ride stepping on the north of Guanhu Academy, in addition to the orthodox name given by the school, in fact, Daxie is equal to half of the country that covers the territory of the state. Daxie is regarded as the tenth largest dynasty in the world. The voice is getting stronger and stronger.

When I met the second person, the one-eyed girl in the round-faced girl’s eyes didn’t stop. She was carrying a bamboo box and a white robe with a red wine pot at her waist. She was riding on the back of the ox. The black charcoal little steamed bun, the bamboo sword and the bamboo sword in the waist are staggered and hung, the beautiful woman with the long sword... and the young Taoist and the big knife, it is really a strange far-away team. Is this the Yamazawa wild repair that Grandpa once said?

Fortunately, the old man in black is not an easy-going person at first glance, but he is still willing to talk about the old rules as the old rivers and lakes, and soon stopped the girl’s unscrupulous look. Not only that, but also nodded with Chen Ping, probably for the younger generation. apologize.

Chen Pingan smiled and held a fist as a gift.

Walking along the rivers and lakes, it is such a peaceful encounter, but the two people who should have been on this strange road were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.

Rare winds and squally showers make the mountain roads extremely muddy. The cold springs are frozen, and the mountain winds are whizzing past. The rain is extremely cold. The money is directly smothered by the rain of the soybeans, and the face is hot. It hurts, and soon the lips are blue and green, and it is trembled. This is still the body after the martial arts. If it is before the martial arts, it is estimated that this is the wind and rain of this time, it is enough to make the money a disease.

Chen Pingan let Zhu Xuan explore the road and see if there is no hiding place nearby. The old man is like a monkey, swaying between the trees and rocks, and soon returns, saying that there is a naturally-generated large cave not far from the front. There is already a group of people on the other side who are there, burning a fire to warm up. Chen Pingan took up the money and propped up the Tongye umbrella from the Huanhuafu area. He also took out a piece of clothing and tried to make the money less impacted by the mountains and rivers.

Zhang Shanfeng almost couldn't open his eyes, walked around Chen Pingan and loudly reminded: "This rain is not right."

Chen Ping nodded and took out a relatively yellow paper-like symbol of the material. It was the lowest-ranking yang light pick-up symbol in the "Dan Shu Zhen Ji". When the mountains meet the water, the temples are broken or the mass graves are buried, Chen Ping will This character opens the way to see the richness of the smoldering gas in one of the water and soil. Chen Ping’s **** are twisted and swayed. After the natural gas is poured into it, it is instantly ignited. Fortunately, this fingertip burns at a fast speed. When I was alone in the color coat of the National City Temple, it was inferior. Chen Ping was careful to see that there was no light to stop the light, and there was a trap in front of it.

After the battle of the mountain, I did not say that I had to make a knot with a Jindandixian. Maybe I still provoked the shackles of the group, and I must not be careless.

Not only that, Chen Pingan also asked the yellow cow, whether it is known that this big demon is the king of the mountain. Although the ox has not transformed the human form, it is delicious and spits, shaking his head. "I have not said the last five hundred years after I opened it. Two hundred years of crouching underground, I have never heard of Qingshan country here, there is a mountain spirit ghost chaos, but three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away, I saw a scene of people saying that Dharma, Guizi is raining The scene is very magical. It was rumored that the golden kiwis that filled the temples came from the laurel trees of the Qingyao Mountain."

Xu Yuanxia reached out and held the fight, and laughed loudly: "I have been to the Buddhist temple with Zhang Shanfeng. It is too famous and has to go. It is just in addition to the inscription on the wall. Others have not left the doorway, and several famous Buddhist temples. The site has long been banned, and the pilgrims are not allowed to get involved. The two of us have been wandering for a long time, but I have seen a scene, let me write in the travels, there are two small shrines in the twilight to carry the merit box, probably the scent of the pilgrim There are no outsiders, and the two little saudis will pick up their heels, bend over and reach for the money, and for a long time, the little Shami who laughed out of the first silver laughed, and the two men shouldered the merit box and took out the silver. The little savior walked in front of me. I looked at Zhang Shanfeng and couldn’t make it funny. The original merit box had to be moved to the back. There was a long ladder to go. Naturally, the front side took advantage of the cheap, and the burden of picking up the burden later. ""

Chen Ping’s understanding of the Buddha’s family is not much. Baoguanzhou’s Buddhism is not good. It can even be said that it is the least incense in the nine continents, so that Chen Ping’s life is in the flower garden and often goes to the heart of the neighboring Yuanxiang Lane. Xiangsi had only come into contact with some Dharma and wondered: "Isn't that the monks don't touch their money with their hands?"

Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said, "There is a rule of thunder in the bottom of the sky."

Xu Yuanxia joked: "The temples are not white, this is a very Zen machine."

The ox is rarely spoken, unless it is asked by someone else.

It will be silent at this moment, but it is clear that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was already on the top of the mountain, looking at the temple, because it was too close. The incense on earth is not only to disturb the world, but also to arouse the disgust of the goddess. It can only see a young and white monk in the distance. Under a roof of an iron horse, he reaches out and the golden kiln falls like a raindrop. His palm.

Chen Pingan and Zhang Shanfeng Xu Yuanxia said that between the laughter, the footsteps were fast, and the remaining half of the left-handed lights were put into the sleeves. They had already come to the cave where Zhu Chuan had found, quite large, such as the ancestral hall of the rural village. It accommodates thirty or forty people.

Along the way, the yang gas picks up the light and slowly burns, and the farther away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rainy rain is mostly due to the training of the martial arts in the Jin Guiguan.

First to the grottoes, all the women are women, seven or eight people, the older ones are white-haired old-fashioned, the youngest but the cardamom girl, because of a heavy rain, the power fence originally used to cover the appearance, it seems cumbersome, with the umbrella They were placed together at the feet. They were roasting fire at the moment. They saw Chen Ping’s group of people and their eyes were cold. Some of them moved their positions and were close to the campfire. They obviously did not want to have too many intersections with Chen Ping.

Chen Pingan couldn't help but turn his head and blinked at Zhu Zhu. The latter smiled and was "thick."

The women who came out of the same door should enter the grotto in the rain, and collected the dead branches early. Now the winds outside the grottoes are enough to make a house, and the rain is heavy. Chen Ping’s group of people has to blink, Zhang Shanfeng as a practice Shishi, although the realm is not high, but it is not difficult to use some introductory methods to make a fire. It is just a matter of going out and being free to use magical powers.

Chen Pingan helped the money to set up a cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box and let the money on the right side of the money.

When the money was rushed out of the tent, the people who had encountered the previous rivers and lakes returned to the original road, and they came to the grotto to shelter from the rain.

This rain is really the heroes of the rivers and lakes have to bow down.

Chen Pinghai saw the old man with the hook and nose and took the lead to pay tribute. The latter also nodded and said hello.

Since Chen Pingan was so polite, Zhu Chuan changed his position and quietly vacated an open space.

It seems that the round-faced girl who has fallen into the soup chicken has already given her to the outside, shielding the outsiders from sight. After all, the rain is soaked in clothes, and the girl’s body curves are exposed.

After the group of Jianghu people sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again. When the eyes lit up, they asked, "Would you not be the mother-in-law of Yunxiaoguo?"

The previous girl only looked at Chen Ping’s safety. The old man in black was dissuaded, but this time the girl’s words were so disrespectful and almost provocative. The old man still kept his eyes closed and turned a deaf ear.

Over there, a young woman with a sharp eyebrow between her eyes turned and angered: "Let's go!"

The round-faced girl was not afraid, and smiled and asked: "Ask, how can this girl be arrogant?"

These women are from the top of the cloud country's top Jianghu giants, the youngest girl, the chin, the chin is like a goose, looks beautiful, she eyes wide, curious to look at the big-name peers, dare Such a provocative guy, there are only a handful of clouds on the rivers and lakes, then should it be a big sect of Qinglan or Qingshan?

The pointed chin girl subconsciously stretched out her thumb, rubbing the inscription of a delicate short knife at the waist, the yellow-yellow bamboo sheath, the color is round and mellow, and the bamboo carving "蕞尔".

The same sister and sister, the young woman had a pair of sickles at the waist. At this time, holding the handle, her face was cold and frosty, and she said: "Come on, try the depth?"

It is a relatively elegant and elegant way to learn from the martial arts. It is not easy to see blood, because it is not easy to see the blood, because if the loser sees the blood, it is not the weapon, it is not how the face has light.

The round-faced girl made a face to the woman. "Looking at the age, I have learned more than a few years of martial arts, what kind of woman is bullying the younger generation?"

The young woman is not very angry. She is not yet thirty. What is the martial arts that has been learned for decades?

The white hair is old and graceful, and whispers to the woman around me: "With a younger generation, what is it? If you don't have a good martial arts, you can't go anywhere."

The young woman apparently respected the old man and immediately bowed her head: "Remember."

Not far from the round-faced girl, she smiled and said, "It’s still so old and sensible."

In fact, it is still a "good word" that does not listen.

When Chen Ping was placed in the house, he only felt that the round-faced girl’s ability to poke the knife to others was not too small.

The old man did not care about this offense, his line of sight shifted, and he looked at the old man with the hook and nose. "But Daze helps the old lord?"

The old man in black opened his eyes and smiled: "I have not been out for nearly 30 years, and some people even know my name?"

The old man smiled slightly. "It is only 30 years later, and the rivers and lakes will remember the old name of the old lord."

After the old martyrdom broke the identity, the women of Rouge Zhai had a slight change in their looks.

Osawa helped the old devil to swear by the celestial beings. It is a fierce name. Thirty years ago, he liked to take a bright red carriage, travel far away, and smashed several national martial arts. He was blood-stained, and the right people who died under this man’s hand did not have one. There are eight hundred in the hundred, and there are eight disciples under the sacred priests. They are known as the Eight Temples, and they are in the face of the Qing dynasty. Just 30 years ago, Osawa was hit hard, and Feng Feng began to retreat. Eight disciples died half of them. Five or six thousand gangs, the birds and beasts have dispersed to the majority. In the past 30 years, the people who once commanded the heroes in the Qing dynasty have been silent.

Just as Feng Fengxian was ready to continue to close his eyes and raise his breath, the old man who had always been impressed with his voice suddenly said: "But nowadays, compared with 30 years ago, when the rivers and lakes are deep, not at home, it is best. Toasting is less sloppy, and more talks are less."

The round-faced girl suddenly widened her eyes and only felt that she heard the best joke in the sky. She stared at the white-haired old man and wanted to know if this wife was crazy.

Yan Fengxian said: "If I remember correctly, you have been since the founding of the founder, for more than two hundred years, it has been nothing more than the second-rate sect of Yunxiao, and it’s very sinister. How, in these 30 years, you gangs Are there people on the top?"

Chen Pingan has some big heads. How can he hide from the rain and encounter such inexplicable rivers and lakes? I used to save money and blame why I left the bee-tailed road. After walking so far, I only bumped into a guy like a yellow tauru, and then I couldn’t touch the monsters.

The money is being listened to seriously. This is the rivers and lakes. I have to go now, and now I have to learn more.

Zhu Chuan secretly nodded, and the surname of the surname said that he had chewed his head.

Lao Xiao smiled and said: "If there is no accident, the old gang is trying to send this little girl to Jin Guiguan to practice the fairy tales. Then the old lord can know that Jin Guiguan Guan, and our rouge is old. Knowing that among the nine disciples, we have already set up one person for the first time. This is still the old **** who took the initiative to open the door, so this mountaineering is just a passing scene. So, the old gang is next to this tooth tip. If the little girl of Lili really has some qualifications for monastic training, and the old man who is watching the Lord is pleasing to the eye, there is a chance to call our master sister in Qingcheng."

The rouge egg face girl is a bit blushing.

The round-faced girl looked at her and laughed and said: "You call it early morning, my name is evening."

Yan Fengxian smiled slightly. "Jin Guiguan Guan is a rare true god. He opened the door to accept the apprentices, so I am willing to return to the rivers and lakes. It’s just that the Qing Dynasty is really more than a place of Jinguiguan. I can kill you first. Then, take the granddaughter to visit the other places, or leave the place directly, let me Daze help the disciples secretly protect the woman who escorted the mountain, so that she can teach her peace of mind."

Daddy's face is hard to look like, sneer: "Go to visit other places, it's light! Why do Jin Guiguan's old gods have to limit their age? You don't know how to be fair? If you wait for two or three years, your granddaughter still has a fart, even if Due to the feelings of Osawa, she was allowed to enter the Xianjia Mansion. It is estimated that she can only serve as a prostitute of others. The Xianjia Xiudao is the most ruthless. Would you like me to teach you the truth?

Yan Fengxian's face is gloomy.

It was the round-faced girl who seemed to be "sweet" and she was black.

She is not a pure Wufu, but a three-level martial artist.

Although the old eyes are blind, I can't see this, but the girl knows her own way. When she is on the road, the younger the child, the two or three years will be delayed. It may become a temperament in the middle five. In time, you can find it back.

With the grandfather Yan Feng and Daze helping the military sergeant, she is a good monk in the past 100 years. Unfortunately, Osawa’s arsenal has only one ancestral secret that helps to get into the five realms. The appearance is quite good, but how to become a The meal of the Xia Dailu, the imperial wind of the celestial beings, the Taoist book, from the history of the Qing dynasty country, a fragrant fire has broken the Xian family, but it has not been recorded, it should only be the practice of the inner disciples, only become a rumor Only then can you learn the secrets of this mountain and the inheritance of the Zu Shi Tang.

Qian Qiang was around Chen Pingan, and he was very interested in it. He felt that this kind of slap in the face was the most interesting. She was more energetic when she was a child in the Nanyuan Guojing Street.

Chen Pingan is somewhat worried that neither side is a fuel-efficient lamp, and they are afraid that they will not be able to fight in a big way. The grotto is so little, hiding is not hiding, the sword has no eyes, is it necessary for him to open a reminder now, let Osawa help and Can two groups of people go out and fight?

Chen Ping sighed and stood up. He walked straight between the two groups and walked to the entrance of the grotto. The **** pulled out the half-lighted lamp hidden in the sleeve and burned again. A golden little flame, Even in such a big storm, still like the grass in the spring breeze, swaying and swaying, then Chen Pingan turned and smiled: "This rain is strange, this extraordinary haze From the beginning of the rain until now, it has been endless, and it is very likely that it is hidden in the dark. The look of the gods of Jin Guiguan have not yet been shot, so you climbed to Jinguiguan. Be careful on the road, rivers and lakes, and may be put aside for a while. After all, it is more important for the two girls to be close to the road of cultivation. This mountaineering is almost on the road of practice."

Chen Ping looked at the two girls and said slowly: "Why should the road under the foot be narrower and narrower? If they don't look good, the road is so wide, and each one goes."

Yan Fengxian nodded with a smile. "This son said very much. I hope that I will have the opportunity to come to Daze to help me in the future. I will make a big table for the party."

Although it is a polite word, this kind of politeness spoken by the old devil's head, Feng Xian, is at least in the Qingjiang country, and it is worth a lot of real money.

The white-haired old man squinted at the yellow paper symbol in the hands of Chen Pingan and smiled: "The son of this golden jade, our Qing city will be remembered."

The goose egg face girl smiled at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping’s fingertips were burned out, and the golden flames went out. Chen Ping’s fingertips and smiled. “Someone said that walking the rivers and lakes, the fists are not high. The technique is high."

The round-faced girl smiled and asked: "Don't ask the son, who is the expert?"

Chen Ping replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who claimed to be "evening" gave her a thumbs up and shouted: "Enthusiastic!"

The goose egg girl named "Early Morning" was curious about the identity of the young man.

Qi Fengxian and Rouge Zhai Laozi looked at each other and they were all old rivers and lakes. Everything was in the air. The two sides have a small holiday, compared to the monks of their respective younger generations, not worth mentioning, even if they are guilty, before the mountaineering smoothly enters Jinguiguan, the two sides really need to make the well water not to make the river water, even if there is danger on the road, maybe Daze Gang and Rouge should also cooperate sincerely and help each other.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked out.

The heavy rain is still amazing.

I don’t know what time is it?

I don't know the ten people in the world today. What are there? However, the national division of the autumn, Hushan sent the head of Yu Zhenyi, the bird's eye view peak Lu Yan must be among them.

I don't know the house where the alley is, have you posted a new door **** and Spring Festival couplet?

Chen Pingan sighed gently.

After picking up the bamboo box, this time Chen Ping, only carrying the old dragon city to take advantage of Fan Junmao's hand, compensation to his half-sage, "Sword Xian".

Chen Ping looked up and looked at the darkness of the dark rain curtain.

I was ignorant and ignorant at the time. I remember that there was a guy wearing a hat and a donkey. "Blowing the cow" said his swordsmanship, in the heavy rain, splashing water.

Even Chen Heping can do it now.

Just don't know when you can become a real sword fairy?

Behind this "Sword Immortal", Chen Pingan was very difficult to pull out the sword for the time being. When he thought of this, he took off the sword and drank a big drink.

Just forget the wine in the jug, but it is not the sweet-scented osmanthus or the well-being of the well, but the medicinal liquor made by Fan Junmao. Chen Pingan suddenly hit a spirit, his face was red, coughing, and he had to hold his mouth against his mouth. Turn around and apologize apologetically, and walk towards the money.

For a time, the fairy tales are all gone.

Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qinglan. The temple is filled with spring water. If the pearl rolls, the first tea is cooked, so that there will always be literati and literati in the mountains and mountains of Qingshan. The incense of the temple is justified, so it is also known as the Beishan Temple in Beijing. It is only active in the upper and lower sides of the Beishan Temple. The Baishui Temple seems to be less like the appearance of the show, and it has not appeared for a hundred years. Can be called a dazzling Zen master, it is inevitable to have the suspicion of eating old.

Therefore, this time, the incomparable grand debate on Buddhism and Taoism, the Beishan Temple is the most prosperous. On the other hand, there is still a monk who has thousands of years of origin. So far, there is still no monk who threatened to attend the grand meeting to decide the order of the three religions.

Recently, the spring rain has continued, and the temples of the Qing Dynasty have been immersed in the misty rain. In the evening, there are young monks dressed in white and white, slowly moving in the Baishui Temple.

Baishui Temple has closed the mountain gate for more than a month, and has suffered from those who are sincere and good.

The young monks were cold-faced, and the old man and the little shaman greeted him along the way. The young and sultry people who were striking were all ignorant, and everyone was used to it.

The young monks came to the railing of a small pond with green water. This pond, which is not too eye-catching, has the reputation of Longtan. Because of the rumored but extremely bottomless pond, there is an old cockroach, which is built by Baishui Temple. At the beginning of the deaf release, every time the Baishui Temple monks spoke to the beauty, the old man will come out of the world, on this matter, the Qingzheng official history has a detailed record, no one questioned.

The young monks continued to walk freely, walking in the promenade on the side of the main hall of Daxiong, stepping up, and hanging a string of delicate bells under the eaves. When the young monks picked up the stairs, there was a name called "The Majesty Iron Horse." "The charm, gestation, living in the bell, at this time they flew out of the bell, with a pair of transparent wings, began to shake the wind chimes. The young monks did not seem to like the sizzling, calm and peaceful atmosphere of the ancient temple, frowning.

Those small and exquisite charms immediately evaded the bells.

The young monk turned his head and overlooked a small square behind the Daxiong Hall. It was the site of the "high-pitched sayings, the goddess scattered flowers" in the history of Baishui Temple. I remember that a lot of golden kiwis were dropped that day, and the monks and the monks were all sitting. In the Guizi heap, the saying is not comfortable with the fragrance, but also sneezed several times. The listener has the heart, feels willing to know, and has figured out something better, and then wrote it on the stone monument of Baishui Temple one by one.

After walking the ladder, after climbing the summit, I bypassed the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures and went to the abbot room. There was a yellow mud wall with a height of half a person, surrounded by a small world, a well, and a stone bench next to the well.

The young monks pushed open the fence door made of bamboo and walked to the well. The wellhead of the small well had been blocked for many years.

In the early years here, there was a famous Buddhist case in Buddhism. It is said that even the Zhongshen Shenzhou has heard of it. This is the reason why Baishui Temple has not been sorghum for nearly a hundred years, but it still stands still. Regarding this public case, Baihe Temple has been arguing for hundreds of years. The big temples in Qinglan have quarreled, and there is noisy between Buddhism and Taoism. The literati who have gone to Buddhism in the past dynasties have to quarrel and swell, and it is published on the walls of the temple. The views of this public case have as many as 40 or so places in Gaode and Wenhao.

The Baishui Temple has a rich collection of Tibetan scriptures, and it is the essence of the book. The young monk standing in the water well is the most disgusted with the place, and has not set foot in it.

The word of the scripture is the devil.

The Buddha’s head is dung.

He sat on the wellhead after the blockade, such as a round stool. He had a problem that had been unreasonable for years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures said that a Luohan who became a Buddha in the later generations, the demon appeared, threatened him, and Luo Han’s heart was terrible, then he went to the Buddha, and then the Buddha gave a Fa-rectification, and the devil was eliminated.

When the young monks first read this, they did not think deeply, but they suddenly woke up and then fell into endless pain.

He has a obsession in his heart.

"Why am I a little temple, I still have the confidence to meet the devil, not so rude, the big Luohan who is destined to become a Buddha, the disciple under the Buddha, but will be horrified, uneasy? What is this with the Buddhist master who has never studied Buddhism? What is the difference between Hui and Hui? What is the Buddha's method of learning? What is the Buddha's method of Buddhism? How can the Buddha become a Buddha, and how far can he spread the Buddha?"

Young monks were puzzled, sitting alone at the wellhead and burst into tears.

The young monk who was stunned when he was young, vaguely remembered himself. It was here that he took a cat and cut it into a well.

Young monks have been ignorant for a long time, but they are diligent in labor at Baishui Temple. Therefore, their hands and feet are old, and the frostbite is cracked every winter, and the blood is full.

He beat the blocked wellhead again and again, and his palms were vague and bloody, and he was ignorant.

The young monks opened their mouths and whispered, and they couldn’t make a sound. They still beat the wellhead with their palms. "The mistake is wrong. You are wrong again. The Dharma is in it... I am also wrong. Zen can’t say, the opening is wrong, but it is not open. Wrong? We are all wrong, how can we be good..."