If there is no accident, the old monk may not be able to plant vegetables today.

The corner of Bai Yujun's mouth twitched. It turns out that there are such eminent monks who devote themselves to practice in Western religions. Sure enough, people are different. There are always independent and special people. Look, does the old guy want to be with that guy?

The poisonous cobra talks about sutras.

Finally, Bai Yujun couldn't bear it anymore.

The helpless old monk stepped forward and grabbed the cobra by the neck. He dragged the ten-foot-long cobra to the edge of the vegetable field and put it into the bushes. He clapped his hands and everything went smoothly.

Looking back, the old man and the young man were stunned.

"Who is that? Yes, virtuous old man, you are very good."

Bai Yujun nodded angrily, thinking that there was no need to poison the old man. People were different. He didn't seem like the type who could go to a hundred thousand mountains to seek death.

"The poor monk Huixian..."

"Almost, it's the same. By the way, why don't you come here and the bird doesn't poop..." Before he finished speaking, a bird flew over the head, and a plump and round poop landed between Bai Yujun and Huixian. It was unusual.

Dazzling.

"..."

"Why do you come to this shitty place? It's a sloping field with three or four houses. The most valuable thing in the temple is the doorpost. With your appearance, you can't get a golden body wherever you go."

"It's so good. Everything is just a passing cloud. I am neither arrogant nor impetuous. I am leisurely and contented. Look, isn't this poor monk very good now?"

Monk Huixian is enjoying himself.

Bai Yujun looked at Huixian's tattered clothes, which were full of patches, and then down to the shoes. One of the shoes had a hole exposing his big toe. Perhaps out of embarrassment, Huixian tried his best to shrink his big toe inward.

"to be honest."

A little bit of the snake demon breath was released, and immediately, Huixian, who was confused about Bai Yujun's identity, smiled bitterly. He knew that he met a demon today. How could an ordinary girl wander around in the mountains and forests before she left the house? She was not afraid of poisonous snakes and was quite courageous. She was not a human being but a demon at the same time.

, I hope it has good intentions and does not eat people.

"well……"

Huixian sighed, not sure if he was lamenting his fate or secretly lamenting his unlucky encounter with a monster.

Hearing a sigh, Bai Yujun became very curious about the fate of the old monk. Maybe he could learn about Western religion and know himself and the enemy to win every battle.

An old man, a young man and a demon came to the grass hut by the field and sat down. They drank the clear and sweet mountain spring to moisten their throats, and Huixian began to tell.

"When I was young, I was a poor monk in Chang'an..."

An old man with a lot of stories. The story is quite long.

Maybe the villagers in the mountains didn't want to listen to his useless nonsense, let alone the literati who traveled through mountains and rivers to come to Zhuquan Temple. Even Huixian didn't mind if he met a monster who could listen carefully. It was not so much reminiscing.

It was said that it was a new life. Maybe Hui Xian, who was so absorbed in talking about the past, forgot about the monster sitting opposite and forgot about his apprentice.

Decades ago, a young scholar passed the imperial exams and was suddenly impersonated. He saw through the world and chose to become a monk in the largest temple in Chang'an. With his scholarly knowledge, he quickly understood the essence. After a discussion with someone about the Dharma, he became a monk.

, and became a famous monk far and wide.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the more you know. He knew that the elders in the sect did many things against their will for the sake of reputation. He also saw the masters in the sect massacre the living beings regardless of the sect's rules. They used the sect's promotion as an excuse, and they were obsessed with calculations and collaborating with secular sects.

There is no difference between the sects.

After all, he is still young and vigorous.

He couldn't help but tried to dissuade his fellow disciples, but he was just a young monk who spoke softly. He respected his master and reprimanded his fellow disciples for ridiculing him and calling him crazy. With disappointment and loneliness, the young monk resolutely left the prosperous Chang'an and traveled south.

I settled down in Zhuquan Temple and concentrated on meditation. I finally understood the true essence and accepted a small disciple to pass on what I have learned throughout my life.

Although the mountains and fields are said to be miserable, they are actually a place of great enlightenment.

Bai Yujun turned around and looked at the ruined temple.

"It's really a place where a tortoise and a crouching tiger hide. You can't tell, but there is an enlightened monk living in seclusion here."

Xianhui...Old monk Huixian pretended not to hear the ridicule.

Drinking the cool mountain spring will cool your heart. Zhuquan Temple has good feng shui. Otherwise, the temple would not be built. Unfortunately, it is located on a remote mountain road and it is difficult to travel.

Little Shitou had already laid down on the futon and fell asleep soundly, with snot blowing from his nose.

The old monk was still lamenting, lamenting that the one who was willing to listen to his nagging was actually a monster. Who said monsters are scary and like to eat people? There are bad people and good monsters, but... I'm still afraid.

Time passed by Huixian chattering.

In the blink of an eye, the sun has set.

Bai Yujun stood up and said goodbye. He couldn't stay at the Zhuquan Temple in the barren mountains. Not to mention the inconvenience, what could the dilapidated temple offer to entertain them? The old and the young would soon imitate the pandas in chewing bamboo.

Waving his hands, he carried the horizontal knife and swayed down the mountain.

Hui Xian breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly thinking that he was lucky to be an eloquent person. He talked all over the place for a whole afternoon before he could calm down the monster. Otherwise, his rotten old meat would be too hard and unpalatable. What would his disciple do? He has thin skin.

The meat is so tender that it may be eaten by monsters until no bones are left.

Little Shitou rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly, but he didn't see the powerful tiger.

"Master, where is the tiger in white clothes?"

"And you said! If you hadn't brought a monster back, why would I have been spitting nonsense all afternoon? We, the master and the disciple, were almost eaten! Go back and chant sutras and meditate!"

"Oh~"

Little Shitou ran back to the ruined temple with his hands on his butt, and soon there were sounds of childish chanting.

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, turned around, and saw the cobra staying in the vegetable field...

"Why are you back again..."

The days have returned to calm.

Bai Yujun never went up the mountain again, and found a good place to sleep until he woke up and continued on his way. However, no one knew how long he slept. It might be a day, or it might be ten and a half months, or it might be a year.

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The life in the ruined temple on the mountain has not changed because of the appearance of monsters. Old monk Huixian still talks about sutras with cobras in the vegetable field every day. The big snake won't go away, so he has no choice but to dig bamboo shoots all over the mountain with small stones and bamboo baskets to eat.

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The old and the young worked hard digging bamboo shoots. If they were lucky, they would pick up bamboo fungus. They would go back and stew a steaming pot of bamboo fungus soup. They would squat in front of the pot and drink it until they were all smiles.

At the bottom of the mountain, there is still the lotus pond.

The lotus is in full bloom, and the frog lies on the lotus leaf, croaks, and jumps away with all his strength. The lotus leaf trembles wildly, revealing the fine white snake scales among the green leaves. The lotus leaf regains its calmness, and covers the giant thing underwater...

He has the talent to control water. Sleeping underwater is no different from sleeping on the ground. The main reason is that it is difficult to stay quiet under water.

The water in the pool is not deep, just covering the body. With the help of lotus leaves, no one can see clearly what is under the water. It can be hidden in the wild, in the city, in the court, or anywhere.

The lotus pond is quiet, and occasionally farmers bring cows to drink water. After hiding the smell, even the cattle can't feel the smell of monsters.

The frog seeking death didn't know which tendon was wrong. It jumped up and down, and landed on what it thought was a rock above the water. It croaked without noticing that the rock below moved.

Underwater, the fish in the pond are swimming leisurely, circling around a mysterious tail.
Chapter completed!