At this time, Chai Qingshan and his party happened to be close to the archway, Chai Qingshan stood at the foot of the steps, the old man nodded in greeting, and Qi Xianxia beside him was calm, neither humble nor arrogant.
And Feng Zongxi and 6 Jiejun, the two now famous gangsters in the rivers and lakes, are actually "rising stars" compared to Chai Qingshan, a martial arts master who is truly famous in the court and the opposition.
Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and said with a chuckle: "Today, this king is just a pilgrim from Wudang Mountain, so you don't need to be polite." ” Li stuff secretly grimaced.
Xu Fengnian smiled.
She coughed lightly and winked at him.
Xu Fengnian held back a smile and said seriously: "Let me introduce to you, this is Miss Li, the most chivalrous and righteous, and her martial arts are strong, and she is known as a person in the rivers and lakes."
Xu Fengnian paused slightly, quickly turned his head to look, and also winked at her.
When they were roaming the rivers and lakes together, one of the things they liked to do the most was to give themselves nicknames, at that time, in addition to Lao Huang, the eyes of the three fledglings in the rivers and lakes were shallow, and the names that could be thought of were probably Feng Zongxi's "Central Plains Divine Fist" and the like, how to scare people, the bigger the sound, the better, the Li Zi girl who ran away from home gave herself no less than twenty nicknames, and also taught Xu Fengnian and the guy who carried the wooden sword in the old-fashioned manner, we are martial arts heroes, There is only the wrong name and no wrong nickname, so people in the rivers and lakes must be cautious and cautious when dealing with nicknames After Xu Fengnian saw her mouth shape clearly, he continued without revealing a trace: "The people of the rivers and lakes are called Tongxuan Fairy, just because Miss Li's swords, guns, and sticks are all fine, and she is a furnace, so she has become a family of her own, and it is enough to start a sect."
The girl didn't care about the posture of the woman, and reminded in a hurry: "What about my light skills, don't forget to say light skills" Xu Fengnian had to obediently check and fill in the gaps: "Fairy Li's light skills are also a must, and he can be described as a unique martial artist. ” Feng Zongxi 6 Jiejun These old rivers and lakes are so sharp-eyed, although they don't know which one the young vassal king is singing, but they are still very fond of the venue and have done a set of etiquette with the little girl.
After returning the salute with a board and a glance, she was too happy to be addicted to heroines.
Suddenly, she whispered: "Xu Fengnian, do you still remember the agreement we made back then?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and nodded.
To live a life, you can lie down and never stand.
Mixed rivers and lakes, can fly and never walk She patted Xu Fengnian on the shoulder very unceremoniously.
Xu Fengnian said to everyone: "I'm sorry, this king has to take the first step." ” Then he crouched down, and after carrying her, his body rose to the ground like a flying rainbow.
When the two arrived at the top of the Great Lotus Peak, Xu Fengnian still carried the woman on her back, just like she was tired and asked him to carry it.
She leaned on his back and said softly: "Xu Fengnian, you have always treated me as a sister, right?"
Xu Fengnian snorted.
She suddenly laughed, "It's okay" Xu Fengnian turned his head slightly, and said with a bitter face: "This hurts my feelings." ” She hit him on the forehead with her forehead.
Xu Fengnian turned his head again, full of smiles.
She hugged his neck tightly and asked cautiously, "Xu Fengnian, if I leave Beiliang with Ben Nanbei, will you be angry?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head lightly and said: "Of course not, this kind of thing is war, you are a woman who wanders the rivers and lakes, and a monk who eats fasting and recites Buddha in the north and south, what are you mixed with." ” She sniffled.
Xu Fengnian comforted: "I will definitely go to you to fight the autumn wind in the future." ” She didn't speak.
Between the mountains and rivers, the girl's mind is better than all landscape poems.
Near the girl's house, that is, a hastily built thatched house, a white-clothed monk who was originally sitting on a small bench in front of the house sighed, after seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk who was washing his daughter-in-law's clothes didn't care about the washboard, suddenly got up, and strode towards the simple thatched house.
Li Dongxi hurriedly jumped off his back and said loudly to Xu Fengnian: "The wind is tight" Xu Fengnian didn't say a word at all, and ran away directly with oil on the soles of his feet.
The white-clothed monk soon rushed out of the house with a kitchen knife in his hand, looking around, murderous.
This murderous aura is probably not inferior to the previous demeanor of Deng Tai'a holding Tai'a sword at the foot of the mountain.
It must be known that in the past years, it was recognized that Cao Changqing's celestial realm was the most romantic, Deng Tai'a's finger sword was the most spiritual, and finally the King Kong realm of Li Dang of the two Zen temples was the most invincible Li Beware of the weather, lying is also a Buddha, sitting is also a Buddha, and standing is also a Buddha.
The people in the world who are not afraid of Li Beware are only a pair of two.
His daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law.
The girl happened to be one of them, so she didn't pay attention to her father at all, put her hands behind her back, hummed a little tune, and went to wander elsewhere.
This girl who doesn't know how to feel sorry for her father.
The white-clothed monk sighed heavily, put back the kitchen knife, sat back on the bench, and continued to scrub his clothes.
When the little monks from the north and south returned to the hut, they heard the master talking to himself there.
The little monk moved a bench and sat down, and asked, "Master, what about chanting?"
"Sort of, it's just harder to read.
Every temple and temple has a scripture that is difficult to read. ” "Master, but the old abbot said that it is best to read the scriptures in the world."
"So the abbot is the abbot, and you can only be the apprentice of the abbot's apprentice."
"Alas, Master, what if the apprentice can't find the apprentice in the future?"
"If our temple is not closed, it is simple, find a dark and windy day, Master will accompany you to bring a hemp bag, and just grab a little bald head and come back.
It's hard right now. ” "Master" "My apprentice is really far inferior to the old abbot's apprentice."
"Master, you directly said that the apprentice is not as good as you."
"That's not good, how can there be such a shameless master."
"Master, today Yu Fu explained the fortune telling, and also helped people write a letter to the family, the two old people must give Yu Fu silver, Yu Fu no matter how to shirk it, he didn't succeed, knowing that our master and apprentice have to spend a lot, so he stuffed the silver to the apprentice, and the apprentice returned the silver to him."
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"North and South, Master is actually very proud to accept such an apprentice as you."
"Master, I'm sure I'm going to give this money to my wife, by the way, my mother."
"Your master, sleep.
Everyone in the world loves to sleep, and there are very few people who are well versed in samadhi, otherwise why would the ancients say that sleeping outside the book is the most virtuous your master, who is more powerful than the master. ” "Master's apprentice only knows the snoring of the master, which is very powerful, and the master can sleep more soundly than anyone else, even more."
"Well, stupid north and south, there is growth."
"Hey."
Two bald heads, one large and one small, touched their bald heads almost at the same time.
The white-clothed monk touched his head, looked into the distance, and said softly: "The green silk on your master's head is the temples in your master's heart.
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are scriptures that Master never gets tired of reading.
The sound of her snoring in her sleep is the Dharma that Master never gets tired of hearing."
The little monk was dumbfounded, and he didn't know why the master was suddenly so poetic.
Then I only heard Shi Niang snort softly behind the two of them, and scolded with a smile: "Dead" The little monk turned his head and glanced at the master who walked back to the room, then looked at the master with a peaceful face, and sighed, "Master." ” The white-clothed monk didn't reply, lowered his head to scrub his clothes, and said in a low voice: "Your master, I don't think it's actually good-looking to apply rouge, I just want to hear from the master that she is good-looking, but she doesn't know that in the eyes of the master, she is always so good-looking, and she can't be better-looking." ” The little monk whispered, "Master, Master, Master has gone away." ” The white-clothed monk muttered, "The troubles are pure, not far away.
The market is not far from the west.
Yin and yang life and death are far from far away.
Then the master and the master are naturally very close. ” The little monk was ignorant, and sincerely admired: "Master, you really have wisdom roots" The white-clothed monk rewarded a chestnut on the bald head of the stupid apprentice, "Looking for an apprentice who praises the master for having a wise root" The little monk looked innocent.
The middle-aged monk with his back to the hut lowered his voice, "Your master has really gone far" The little monk turned his head and turned back in an instant, obviously this action had already been extremely skillful, nodded and said in a deep voice: "Shi Niang closed the door of the house" The middle-aged monk sighed.
The little monk sighed and moved the bucket and washboard.
The white-clothed monk smiled slightly and said approvingly: "Apprentice, you also have Huigen. ” The little monk did not speak.
The white-robed monk folded his hands on his knees, leaned back slightly, and looked up at the sky.
The scriptures and Buddhism in the world, the poor monks have understood it thoroughly.
The beautiful scenery of the world has been seen by the poor monks.
Only the face that is often smeared with thick rouge can't be seen enough.
The white-clothed monk smiled and touched his head, "Become a Buddha on the ground." ”: