Blue Sky Valley, Qianguang Temple.

Several wisps of green smoke slowly rose along the three sticks of incense one finger thick in the hall's incense burner.

They float into the air, flying higher and higher, becoming more and more ethereal.

The room was silent. Except for the crisp sound of Jianzhi gently hitting the wooden fish, there was no sound in the whole room. The boy holding the wooden stick looked like he was only twenty years old. With his eyes closed, his forehead and

The black and green hair on the top of his head is of distinct color, with six clear ring scars. His facial features are delicate and soft, and his lips are red and red, making people want to take one look at him and not want to move away.

A white, elf-like figure pushed open the lightly closed door and slipped in like a ghost.

She tiptoed towards the young man who was mumbling words and reciting Buddhist sutras, as if she didn't want to disturb him.

The corners of the young man's mouth slowly raised, but his eyes remained closed.

"Hey, guess who I am!" Just one foot away from the boy, the girl in white no longer hesitated and rushed forward, stretching out her long white fingers to cover the little monk's eyes.

"Miss Bai, long time no see, you are still so naughty."

The little monk pursed his lips and smiled, but did not push away the girl's hand covering his eyes.

"Huh, that's boring. How come you guessed it right the first time?" The girl in white pulled her hand back in displeasure, looking a little unhappy.

"You have a faint floral fragrance on your body. As long as you smell it, it will definitely be you." The little monk's hand never stopped, and it sounded crisp and sweet.

"Really, why can't I smell it?" Miss Bai seemed a little disbelieving, lowering her head to smell her sleeve.

"When you enter the house of Zhilan, you won't smell its fragrance for a long time; when you enter the house of abalone, you won't smell it for a long time..." The young monk suddenly stopped as he was talking.

"What do you smell?" Miss Bai became curious when she saw that the monk stopped talking.

"Smell the stench." The monk suddenly opened his eyes, grinned, and smiled happily, revealing his snow-white silver teeth.

Miss Bai was stunned for a moment, then became angry and stretched out her jade hand to hit him. But she was reluctant to use force, so it looked like she was pushing him, causing the monk kneeling on the ground to shake again and again.

"Miss Bai, stop making trouble, I'm chanting sutras here!"

"Chant sutras, chant sutras. You only chant sutras all day long. In addition to chanting sutras, do you also do anything else?" Miss Bai blushed, her skin as smooth and delicate as jade seemed to be covered with blush.

, it looks really good-looking.

"I am a monk, so of course I have to chant sutras." Just as he said this, the young monk put down the wooden stick in his hand and straightened his clothes.

"Humph, now that you know how to recite sutras, where did you go two days ago? You didn't even tell me, so you just ran away by yourself." Miss Bai looked angry.

"Stinky monk, dead monk!"

"I'm going to the Immortal City to see a friend." The young monk wasn't angry at all, he still smiled slightly.

He thought of Li Zongsheng. He hadn't seen him for many years, but he turned out to be like that. Even Wu Nian was a little surprised.

"There is also the poor monk Wu Nian. Miss Bai, don't forget to call the poor monk by his dharma name."

"Ha, Shi Wu Nian, you are so arrogant, aren't you? I can't even call you a monk anymore? Little monk,

Stinky monk!" Miss Bai refused, rolling her eyes and making faces at him.

"Okay, okay, okay, Miss Bai, just be happy!" The monk who was kneeling and chanting was the monk Wu Nian who helped Luo Songshu Xin solve his problems in Banished Immortal City a few days ago.

"Call me, Xiaobai! Don't call me Miss Bai. It's like calling me an idiot girl. It's so unpleasant." Miss Xiaobai rolled her eyes. There were too many men like Wu Nian who didn't understand the charm in this Blue Sky Valley.

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"Okay, little idiot girl." Wu Nian seemed to have been kneeling for too long, so he stood up with his knees bent and stretched out his hand to thump his back.

This Blue Sky Valley is not because of its low terrain, but on the contrary because of its height.

Four high mountains are connected together, Qianguang Temple, Hanshui Temple, Wankong Temple and Jiulong Temple each occupy a mountain. They are connected in a ring, creating a vacuum zone in the middle, hence the name of Blue Sky Valley.

It’s just that few people know what’s at the bottom of this valley. But there once was a legend that this valley bottom was once the real place.

Jiulong Temple was transformed into four temples only because of some disputes among the monks.

But this is fine. Each of the four temples faces the four directions of southeast, northwest, and is waiting for those who come to worship.

"Stinky Wu Nian, if you call me an idiot again, believe it or not, I will kill you!" The little white girl glared, stepped forward, and grabbed the hem of Monk Wu Nian's clothes.

"Senior brother, senior brother." There was a figure flashing on the dark yellow window paper outside the house.

He opened the door and walked in, and happened to see the scene in front of him. Wu Nian was taller than Xiaobai girl, but at this moment, he let her grab his lapel, with a forced smile on his face.

One is tall and the other is short, their faces are very close to the ground, and their lips are only an inch apart. They look very ambiguous.

"You two... little white donor, why did you come to the back room again?" The person who opened the door and walked in was a young monk with a round and chubby face.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his mouth opened in a circle, and he subconsciously wanted to ask you what you wanted to do, but he changed his words abruptly.

"No, it's not what you think." Little Bai girl was caught red-handed and hurriedly let go of her hand, her cheeks as shy as a ripe apple.

"It's nothing, the little white donor is here to help me blow the sand out of my eyes." Wu Nian smiled and straightened his chest, his eyelashes were as curved as crescent moons.

Although the little fat monk didn't believe his lies, he had to say that senior brother Wu Nian and Miss Xiao Bai were indeed a good match.

It's a pity that Brother Wu Nian is a monk, and monks can't get married, otherwise the two of them must be a match made in heaven.

"Wu Fa, why did you come to me?" Wu Nian looked at the lost monk Wu Fa.

"By the way, senior brother." Wu Fa finally came back to his senses, "Do you still remember what day it is today?"

"Today?" Wu Nian frowned slightly, looking pretty and well-behaved.

"I know." He looked down at his palms and said softly.

"Yes, Master Faye, the abbot of Jiulong Temple, invites you to come over." Wu Fa bowed to him respectfully.

"Okay, I'll go right away." When Wu Nian raised his head again, determination flashed in his dark and gentle eyes.

"Hey, smelly monk, where are you going?" Miss Bai looked at

Wu Nian pushed the door open and stomped her feet angrily. She tilted her head and looked at Wufa, her eyes were charming.

Wu Fa had seen women before, and now he couldn't bear her gaze.

"Xiaobai Donor, you often come to Qianguang Temple to worship. You must also know that among the four major temples, my Qianguang Temple has the fewest pilgrims!" Wufa clasped his hands together.

"Yeah, but what's the reason for this? I think Qianguang Temple is very good. Except for that smelly monk Wu Nian, he always ignores me." Little Bai nodded.

"I don't want to do this, senior brother. The main reason is that our Qianguang Temple has not hosted it for almost fifty years." Wu Fa sighed.

"No? Isn't Xiu Wunian the host?"

"To be precise, Senior Brother Wu Nian is not. He is just the acting abbot. When the last abbot died, Senior Brother Wu Nian was only ten years old. Jiulong Temple wanted to annex Qianguang Temple for a long time, but the monks of Qianguang Temple did not allow it.

. So Qianguang Temple and the other three temples set a rule. Fifty years later, Brother Wu Nian must participate in the joint test of the three temples and obtain their approval before he can officially become the abbot of Qianguang Temple. Otherwise, Qianguang Temple’s

The abbot will be succeeded by a monk from Jiulong Temple." Monk Wufa didn't seem to like the monks from Jiulong Temple very much.

If the abbot of Qianguang Temple comes from Jiulong Temple, is it still necessary for it to exist?

No wonder Monk Wu Nian looked so unhappy. It turned out that he was burdened with such a heavy responsibility. Xiao Bai fell silent.

Is it really okay for him to be alone? She is worried. She doesn't know why, but she is always worried that something will happen to him.

"But Xiaobai Donor, don't worry, with senior brother's strength, he will definitely succeed." Wu Fa's tone was extremely firm, because he believed that Wu Nian would never let down his master's expectations.

As soon as he finished speaking, Miss Bai hurriedly opened the door and chased after Wu Nian in the direction he left.

"Hey, little white donor, little white donor!" Wu Fa shouted at the white figure for a long time, but her figure had already disappeared.

Wu Fa shook his head, with a sly smile on his lips, slowly closed the door and went out.

He knew that Miss Bai liked his senior brother. Senior brother, you have to work hard and you must not let down Miss Bai's wishes. He thought in his heart.

Kowloon Temple, Kowloon Hall.

A Buddha statue stands on the square. It has angry eyes and full muscles. There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging on its chest. It is holding a nine-headed dragon with two hands.

The giant dragon looked up to the sky and roared. Its huge body was suppressed by the giant Buddha. Its triangular eyes were filled with fierce light, and its sharp teeth and claws were grabbing at the waist, abdomen and eyes of the Buddha statue.

Legend has it that an evil dragon with nine heads suppresses an evil dragon under the temple, which is why Kowloon Temple got its name.

At this moment, the door of Jiulong Hall is crowded with monks. There are warrior monks wearing short shirts with bare chests, and there are elders wearing yellow and red cassocks holding diamond Zen staffs.

There were monks in black cassocks chanting sutras. Their heads were all shaved and shiny like the wooden fish in their hands.

His shoulders were slumped, his eyes were covered, and a soul was placed around him.

The four fruits were placed on the table, and the candles were lit.

Sitting on the Zen bench above the high steps were three monks wearing cassocks. They looked a bit old.

The leader is wearing a brocade cassock with gold threads embroidered on it. He looks dazzling. He is the abbot of Jiulong Temple, Master Faye.

Master Faye looks like he is seventy or eighty years old. His beard is gray and strong, and it does not move even in the wind, but his old face looks a little tired.

Beside him were the abbots of the other two temples, Zhengdao and Wusu.

The remaining disciples lined up in a neat queue, facing the main gate of Jiulong Temple.

On this day, there were no pilgrims in Jiulong Temple. All the sacrifices and all the people seemed to be waiting for the arrival of one person.

A thin figure slowly climbed up the stairs. He was wearing a white monk's robe, and his eyebrows were very spiritual. Every step he took made the disciples standing side by side tremble.

Because every step he takes, they will feel an invisible pressure coming towards them.

"You're here." Faye spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

They have been waiting for Wu Nian for a long time.

"I'm here." Wu Nian stood in front of everyone, looking at the crowd that was like a huge enemy, he smiled slowly.
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