The old monk remembered many stories in an instant, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

The young monk came to the front of the temple, stopped slowly, and saluted the old monk in front of him.

The old monk is the highest-ranking and longest-living person in Luming Temple. No matter who he is, he is a junior in front of him.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him without speaking.

The two monks, one old and one young, looked at each other for a long time.

The old monk then sighed and said: "Since you are participating in secluded Zen and want to start over, why did you change your mind? Cultivation is not easy, and you have to walk the same path again. Wouldn't it be boring?"

The young monk smiled and said, "You have walked forward for a long time. Do you see the scenery at the end?"

The old monk sighed: "The road is long, who dares to say that we can reach the end?"

"Then you haven't thought that this road is wrong?" The young monk smiled and said: "Maybe it was wrong from the beginning, so no matter how you go, you will never reach the end."

The old monk said: "How long have you lived before you dare to say that?"

The young monk said: "You have lived for a long time, but living in this temple your whole life is actually no different from living for a few years."

The old monk smiled, but when he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were affected, which made him look a little weird. It was hard to tell that he was smiling. On the contrary, it looked uglier than crying.

He had lived for many years, and no one dared to speak so rudely in front of him, not even the original monk who was called the demon monk.

"It seems that you have really changed a lot." The old monk said softly, "It's different."

The young monk smiled and said, "I am not the old friend you know."

The old monk smiled and said nothing.

The young monk slowly knelt down and said softly: "I want to hear you lecture on Zen."

The old monk was surprised and said: "Since you have started to join the world of Zen, what else is good about my Zen?"

The old monk has practiced hermit Zen all his life. No one in the world knows this better than him. If the young monk still practices hermit Zen, then he will naturally be the one to inherit his mantle. But since the other person has changed to join the world Zen,

The paths of those two people have long been different.

Chickens and ducks are not talking about the same thing.

The young monk said piously: "All rivers return to the sea, and all dharma returns to one. In fact, they are all the same."

The old monk didn't speak, he just looked at the young monk in front of him quietly.

He seemed to want to see through what was under his black clothes, and whether the heart inside his body was still the same heart.

Just for a moment, everything around him stopped. The falling leaves were suspended in the air, the birds in the distance stopped chirping, and even the wind between heaven and earth stopped flowing.

The old monk slowly raised his skinny arm, and no dust was shaken off with his movement.

The old monk has lived for many years, and his realm is very high. Although he may not be the most capable of killing monks, he is probably the most mysterious monk. His mystery is much more mysterious than that of the Sword Sect Master. The world knows that Sword Sect

The master of the Sword Sect has unparalleled sword skills, but not many people have seen him or seen him use a sword, so the master of the Sword Sect is known as the most mysterious monk in the world, but the old monk in front of him is probably not even known to anyone.

so many.

What he wanted to do, the young monk couldn't stop, and what he wanted to know, the young monk couldn't hide.

But his hand never fell on the young monk's head.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

He didn't want to be tainted with this cause and effect.

I don't know how long it took, but the old monk withdrew his hand. The wind began to flow, the birds in the distance began to chirp, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

The old monk sighed, "Since the path is different, why bother listening to my Zen? I have no Zen to teach you."

The young monk slowly raised his head and said softly: "In this case, please abolish this disciple's cultivation."

The old monk looked at him and said, "Do you really want to start over from scratch without leaving any room for error?"

The young monk nodded and said softly: "If it is not broken, it cannot be established."

The old monk was silent for a long time and said: "I have seen many young people, but they are all dead."

It's a very interesting sentence, but it seems a bit incomprehensible.

The young monk said: "It is not a shame to die on the road."

After the old monk heard this, he was not prepared to persuade him, but looked at the young monk.

The young monk frowned slightly, and then a touch of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His whole body trembled and he almost fell.

After a while, the young monk slowly straightened up and solemnly kowtowed three times to the old monk in front of him.

After that, he stood up with great effort and said softly: "I hope we will never see each other again in this life."

The old monk said nothing.

The young monk turned around and walked slowly.

Step by step, it was very difficult.

The old monk glanced at the star in the sky and said nothing.

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Stopping and walking, after Yu Xiyi left the Northern Territory, he walked all the way south, walking slowly. The young swordsman who remembered the story of that year, although he looked free and easy when he left the Northern Territory, in fact, it was so easy to think in his heart.

Driving? So all the way south, he not only did not wield a sword, but chose to walk, and he did not walk very fast. He had to rest for a while after walking for a while. By the time he arrived at Changping Prefecture, it was actually half a month later.

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During this half month, he walked slowly and thought too much.

More and more distressed.

However, after entering Changping Prefecture, the weather became much warmer. Yu Xiyi stopped in a county town, entered a restaurant, and drank for half a day.

After that, he left the county and rushed to Bailu Prefecture.

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Bailu Prefecture has always been full of bookishness, which is not only reflected in the fact that Bailu Prefecture is full of scholars. In fact, many place names are quite interesting. They are not chosen randomly, but are based on classics. Just like the word Zhulu County, it came from a very famous poet in the previous dynasty.

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However, Baohe Town in Zhulu County seems to have been raised by the stepmother, so I am not so convinced. The town is named after the Baoshui River that runs through the town.

It seems a bit random.

But there is a special kind of soil in the Baoshui River, called Baotu, which is really a good material for making inkstones. Therefore, this town has made a living making inkstones for generations. Baohe Inkstone is also known as the top ten inkstones in Bailu Prefecture.

One, I don’t know how many literati fell in love with this inkstone.

Yu Xiyi just passed by the stone bridge outside the town and saw that the treasure river was full of local residents of the town digging dirt.

After standing for a moment, Yu Xiyi's eyes swept through these people. He did not see any familiar figure among them. He breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed at the same time. However, before he walked off the stone bridge, there were many people at the entrance of the town.

Children ran over from the stone bridge. Many of them were holding paper kites in their hands. They seemed to be going to release the kites outside the town. The children were in high spirits. When they passed by Yu Xiyi, they only glanced at the young man a few more times and did not pay much attention to him.

What are the thoughts of these strangers? They only have paper kites in their minds at the moment, so they can't think of anything else.

Yu Xiyi smiled and was about to enter the town when he saw a child lying on the side of the stone bridge eagerly looking down. He stretched his neck and tilted his body, and was about to fall into the water.

Yu Xiyi happened to come up behind him and lifted up the child's collar, saving him from drowning.

There were many residents of the town digging in the river. I thought that if the child fell into the river, he would be rescued quickly. But with his clothes wet, this little guy probably had to eat a meal of fried pork on bamboo boards when he returned home.

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The child who was saved from falling into the river after being pulled by someone first breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a little regretful, and finally looked at the strange young man in front of him, smiled and thanked him: "Thank you."

Listening to the pure Bailuzhou accent, Yu Xiyi felt nostalgic and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

Yu Xiyi's accent is actually similar to that of Bailu Prefecture. After all, Huanglong Prefecture and Bailu Prefecture are bordering each other, so there is not much difference in the accents of the two sides. However, the child still immediately recognized that Yu Xiyi was a foreigner. After a pause, the child asked: "Are you here to buy something?"

Is it an inkstone? My inkstone is very good and cheap. Do you want to buy it from me?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said nothing, but pointed at the stone bridge.

The child was a bit belated, and after smiling shyly, he whispered: "There is an ancient sword hanging under the bridge. I heard from the elders that it was to suppress the demonic dragon in the river. I want to take a look."

"Since you want to see it, why don't you go to the river? The location is obviously better there."

Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows.

Since ancient times, it has been said that there are demon dragons living in rivers. Therefore, when building a bridge between rivers, a dragon-suppressing sword must be hung under the bridge to suppress the demon dragon and ensure peace and good weather.

"My mother doesn't let me go to the river to play, saying that if I get washed away by the river, I will die." The child scratched his head and whispered: "Actually, I can swim, but my mother won't let me."

Yu Xiyi said oh, and then said: "Why don't you go to fly the paper kites with them?"

The child looked disdainful, "I don't like flying kites, what's the point of that?"

I originally thought that this child's family was poor and his parents couldn't even afford a paper kite. But looking at him now, he didn't like this kind of thing at all, so he chose to be here alone to watch the Dragon-Suppressing Sword under the bridge.

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To be continued...