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

The monk in white is tall, but he gives people a very harmonious feeling. The beads hanging on his chest are dim in color, which is obviously a world of difference from the rare Buddhist beads of monks from many great temples in the Central Plains.

Since he returned from a journey west, he has not held beads and wore beads, only such a string of Buddhist beads made of peach wood. These beads were the thing he had with his wife. She actually did not have regrets after giving them, because later she heard that peach wood is a material highly praised by Taoism and can ward off evil and ward off evil, but in Buddhism, peach wood beads are really not worth mentioning. However, the white-clothed monk Li Donxin never leaves his body except hanging the string of Buddhist beads on the wall before going to bed. Buddhism has "meditation and delusions".

, hold the beads and be careful," he commonly known as Li Dangxin, so when he entered Beijing in white clothes, the old emperor of Liyang gave a string of priceless seven-treasure beads, which he threw into the box. After having Li Dong, the daughter, her wife picked more than a dozen beads every now and then, made them into rings, and put them on the head of her daughter. The little girl who likes to run wildly in the mountains of Liang Zen Temples did not know the value of those beads, and they would soon be lost. Fortunately, no one of the three in this family would feel distressed.

At this time, opposite the monk in white, there were three Taoist priests from two Taoist ancestral courts. Bai Yu, who had just been promoted to the governor of Liangzhou, was Qi Xianxia, ​​one of the little heavenly masters of Longhu Mountain, and Han Gui, who was from Qingshan Temple in Xiaozhufeng, Wudang.

Not far away, Li Dongxi, Wu Nanbei, Yu Fu, the only disciple of Wudang coach Li Yufu, and Han Gui's disciple Tong Qingxin, the four of them gathered together and squatted, listening to Li Dongxi telling her soul-stirring experiences.

The wife of the monk in white had already taken a nap. After learning that the three Taoist priests were coming together, she leaned against the door and said, "There are many people and many people, but the visitors are not kind."

The monk in white smiled and said, "Just just quarrel, don't be afraid."

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

"OK."

"Will that lose your etiquette?"

"Won't."

"By the way, if you really can't make a noise, when you attack, remember not to slap people in the face, and leave the talk in vain. Do you remember?"

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"What, can't you beat it? Then forget it, chat with kindness. Ha, when you go out, be kindness makes money."

"Can't beat it."

"Oh. Remember not to play too exaggeratedly. Our daughter wants to play on the mountain for a few more days."

"I know."

At this time, the monk in white faced the Taoist three people and had a happy conversation because there was no dispute over the roots of Buddhism and Taoism at all.

He asked, "Chief Li closed Huangting Pass at Xiaolianhua Peak?"

As the only Taoist priest who "opened the peak" in Wudang in the past twenty years, Han Gui, who has always been in conflict with others, did not hide the matter and nodded, "The senior brother in charge has had some understanding before."

The monk in white smiled and said, "Good thing."

He gently stroked the string of peach wood Buddhist beads and said calmly: "The earth is trapped in the southeast, and the four rivers flow into the Xun position, which is not a sign of beginning and end."

Han Gui was wearing a clean Taoist robe and a hole-burning scarf on his head, a little sad. Bai Yu, who was hurt by reading books, was habitually narrowing his eyes, as if he was outside the matter. Qi Xianxia looked up at the rolling sea of ​​clouds at the top of the Big Lotus Peak, full of emotion.

The monk in white asked with a smile: "You can't do anything in life, even if you are a hundred years old, you will still be young. Did Cao Changqing say that after entering the Great Chu chess and waiting for the imperial edict?"

Bai Yu shook his head and said, "It was said by Cao Changqing's mentor Li Mi that Cao Changqing could turn from a Confucian saint to a domineering rule. This sentence is probably the finishing touch."

The monk in white gently twisted the Buddhist beads, "If the flowers are good, the moon is full, and life is the most joyful wish of ordinary people, then the heart is smooth and the thoughts are smooth, is it the pursuit of you Taoist people?"

Bai Yu, who was lazy, rubbed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Why, you're going to have a fight? But there's not even a cup of tea here."

The monk in white whispered: "The wife doesn't let her prepare tea, so I don't dare to make any decisions. As for the quarrel..."

The monk in white looked over the heads of everyone, looked not far away, and said loudly: "Disciple, come on, come on, tell us Mr. Bailian about Buddhism."

I never thought that the young monk raised the little bald head slightly and said reluctantly: "Master, if it weren't for Li Zi's failure to let me go, I would have to buy rouge for my master's wife to Yuqingguan. The master's wife said there was a beautiful young woman there. The hollyhock rouge sold these days was very cheap and good. It is said that there is also a special cotton swallow branch made in Yanliufang, Wuyue, Jiangnan. If you go late, you may not be able to leave a box."

The monk in white glared and said, "You are so embarrassed to say that Mianyan branch?! A small box the size of a nail piece dares to sell five taels of silver?! If you hadn't told your master's wife, how could she have been thinking about it all night? Last night, she was talking to her sleep, and it was Mianyan branch!"

The young monk said with confidence: "I just think that kind of rouge is really good. The cheapest ones in the Escape Town at the foot of the mountain are cheap, but the fragrance is too choking. Although the box is bigger, the master saw it yesterday. Because he felt that the price is not expensive, the master's wife threw so much on her face. When she lowered her head, she fell into the bowl. It was so sensational. Master, you are really, you are so scared that you still want to tell your master's wife, 'This scene is really a scattering of flowers in the world,' and then the master's wife grinned and the rouge fell even more..."

The monk in white coughed a few times.

Bai Yu only felt that if the middle-aged monk from Liangzen Temple was not absent from the Buddhist and Taoist battle in Longhu Mountain more than ten years ago, he would probably not have the right to turn the tide.

The Qingshan Temple Master Han Gui looked at his eyes and nose to his heart, but a Taoist priest was like an old monk entering into meditation.

Qi Xianxia seemed to have secretly rubbed his eyebrows.

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

Inside the house, there was naturally the wife of the monk in white. Outside the house was Li Dong. The latter even stood up suddenly, ran to the house quickly, shouted loudly, "Mom! Dad recently hid four or five taels of silver under the scripture box. When he hid the silver, he saw it secretly! Dad told me to keep my mouth shut like a bottle.

Come on, but who am I? I am my mother's daughter!"

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

The monk in white looked up at the sky with a sad expression.

If outsiders do not know the reason, they must be amazed that the treasure is solemn and solemn as the Buddha compassionate the sufferings of the world.

When two women, one big and one small, walked out of the hut, the monk in white touched his bald head and stood up, caringly saying, "Do you want to hold an umbrella for this big sun?"

His wife thought for a while, waved her hand and said boldly: "Mianyan Branch is a rare item, and there must be not much inventory. What if I miss it?"

Li Dongdong had already begun to issue orders, "Ben Nanbei, go to the house to get an umbrella, and then follow us quickly! Qingxin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your territory. Are there any paths to Yuqing Temple? If so, lead the way!"

Now that the little Taoist Tong Qing, who is already impressed by the heroine Li Dong, has raised her chest and said proudly: "Yes!"

Then the group rushed to Yuqing Temple in a mighty manner. The monk in white still looked at their backs and reminded: "It's hard to walk on the small road, walk slowly."

It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The monk in white sat back on the small stool, looked at Bai Yu, and found a topic casually, "I heard that Mr. Bai Lian was 'three fears and two joys'?"

Bai Yu nodded and said, "There are three fears, fear of thunder, fear of walking, and fear of Zhao Ningxin asking questions. There are two joys: reading to the point where he is quick to the point where he speaks to the point where he is familiar to the point of his heart."

The monk in white asked in confusion: "Zhao Ningshen?"

Bai Yu said sadly: "My real name is Zhao Jingsi, he is the only son of the old leader. He has a very simple and calm temperament. After going down the mountain, he has experienced hardships several times, and was blessed in disguise. Now his heart is almost at the forefront."

The monk in white said, "Is it the young Taoist priest who asked the ancestor of the Tianshi Mansion to descend to the earth on Chunshen Lake? He ended up slapping the Zhenwu Emperor Dharma Image brought by Xu Fengnian?"

Bai Yu smiled bitterly and speechlessly.

The monk in white seemed to have a deep prejudice against the young vassal kings and said angrily: "If you fight, fight, and pretend to be a ghost. What's the difference between a child crying and going home to find an elder to come out? Especially Xu Fengnian, it's even more unreasonable. He is arrogant and unconventional!"

Bai Yu, now a "residing minister of the Xu family" in Northern Liang, shut up tactfully.

The monk in white hummed, "My daughter never runs to me to complain. When did she take action, didn't she beat the little bald men and run back to find their master in tears?"

Han Gui smiled knowingly, as if he remembered his apprentice Qingxin, and also the Taoist Yu Fu, who was brought back to the mountain by the head teacher Li Yufu.

People outside the world may not be ruthless.

At this moment, Qi Xianxia, ​​the only one among the three Taoist priests, suddenly stood up and turned around and looked like he was facing a great enemy.

The monk in white was still sitting safely on the small stool, slowly twisting the Buddhist beads.

A man with slightly frosted temples appeared in everyone's sight, with empty hands.

He smiled and said, "From the thunder, I have realized two more swords in the past twenty years. I want to ask for advice from them. Now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I have to come here to disturb me."

Li Dangxin slowly stood up and said calmly: "When the wife of the monk is away, take action quickly. But if you agree in advance, whether you are discussing or discussing life and death, don't destroy the hut, otherwise I will be angry."
Chapter completed!