A gust of mountain wind blew in through the window, ruffling a bunch of black hair on the forehead of the female saint.

Yun Tianhong reached out and brushed the hair in front of his eyes, looked at the scattered snowflakes in the sky, and said quietly: "If we can't be happy with our grudges, what's the point of our practice?"

The old monk couldn't help but shake his head as he recalled some past events from that year.

He looked at her and said, "You, the master, cannot repay the grudges between disciples."

"I've endured it again and again."

Yun Tianhong sighed, looked at the cocoon in the corner and said, "Even if the Wang family's Fusion Realm elders plotted against this guy, I just cut off one of his arms."

"In this case, it is up to him to repay the karma between this young man and Loulan."

The old monk thought for a while and asked: "Now I am encountering a trouble. First, I will ask my junior sister for advice. Second, I will wait for the young man to wake up and let him think of a solution."

Yun Tianhong retracted his gaze from the window and said quietly: "For the cultivation of your precious disciple? I can't help it, I haven't taught my own disciple well."

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then he pointed at the silkworm cocoon in the corner and said with a smile: "Junior sister, look, how long will it take for this guy to come out?"

Yun Tianhong was stunned, looked at him blankly and said, "Are you talking about him? Can he help your little monk?"

In her opinion, it would take who knows how many years for Li Xiuyuan to reach the legendary stage. Isn't it too early to talk about it now?

The old monk shook his head and said softly: "I just want him to teach my disciple how to get rid of his murderous aura. I'm afraid you and I are both busy with this, right?"

Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly: "You are obsessed with practicing Buddhism. I have forgotten it a long time ago. Let me think about it..."

Another long time passed, until the spiritual tea held in their hands had become slightly cold, and Yun Tianhong sighed softly.

Said: "I think about it, when that guy is quiet, he is indeed extremely restrained, without a trace of murderous intent..."

"So, this little guy can really help your precious disciple... Do you know why?"

Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk and said seriously, then stretched out his hand and added two pieces of charcoal to the stove.

The old monk shook his head.

Yun Tianhong added some snow water to the kettle and said quietly: "Because that young man cultivated the power of the stars with the old man from Tianyun Mountain, instead of the immortal energy we cultivated."

The old monk knew that what she said was true, but he didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned the power of the stars.

I couldn't help but ask: "The stars... this is a legend in the Xuanwu land. I have never thought about it before. For Buli, the power of the stars has nothing to do with him?"

Yun Tianhong smiled faintly and said: "If you cultivate the power of stars, you can't keep your own immortal veins. You have to convert your spiritual veins into star veins... Therefore, his thinking must be different from that guy in Buli.

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"What we have to do now is to wait for this guy to break out of his cocoon, let the guy Buli follow this guy into the world, and let him change from a monk in the Fusion Realm to a mortal..."

Speaking of this, Yun Tianhong said quietly: "I didn't expect that this guy's master had already arranged for him to practice the power of the stars, so as to get rid of his anger... I'm afraid this guy can't learn this path without him."

Hearing this, the old monk finally understood.

It turns out that the young man in front of me actually wants to abandon his previous spiritual veins and build his body into a starry sky...

This is an unprecedented and unprecedented initiative in Xuanwu Continent.

He nodded and said: "Thank you, Junior Sister. I have almost figured it out. You have been by my side since I was a child. I have never seriously thought about how to enter the world... I occasionally walk in the world, but I can't escape the greed, anger and ignorance of the world.

Thoughts."

A smile appeared on the old monk's face: "It seems that the opportunity for enlightenment lies with that young man. If he wants to transform into a mortal, he has to go to him to find a way... After all, he himself has to embark on this transformation."

road.”

After some discussion, the monk finally found a method for his disciple, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

He looked at Yun Tianhong and said with a smile: "Junior sister, when you talk about being a master, you and I are really ashamed. Looking back and thinking about it, how we stepped out of the mortal world has long been forgotten in the long river of time."

After some emotion, the old monk picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and took a sip.

Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk in front of him, his favorite senior brother back then, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Thinking about how I was not as young and ignorant as Yun Ziyi back then, I always thought that liking someone was a lifelong matter.

Unexpectedly, things in the world are like chess, and between white clouds and dogs, the two of them turned out to be what they are today.

Thinking of this, Yun Tianhong pointed to a few plum trees in the garden outside the window, with a faint mist in his eyes.

He said softly: "Practitioners are human beings, and saints are human beings after all. You can't really break away from this world just because you are proud, right?"

Listening to these words, the old monk recalled his heroic spirit when he was young and wanted to conquer all the heroes in the world.

Thinking of how a hundred years passed in just a blink of an eye, the two of them missed their youth, and ended up facing each other across a mountain.

He gently closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "A hundred years is just the blink of an eye..."

I don't know when it started, but it started to snow outside the window.

The scattered snowflakes before have turned into fluttering snowflakes all over the sky.

Just a moment ago, the plum mountains were dyed white.

The old monk sat silently at the table, and the conversation about their past practice ended. The two looked at the snowflakes in the sky gradually turning the plum trees outside the window white.

Looking at the faint buds on the branches of the plum tree, both of them fell into a state of silence. Occasionally, it was Yun Tianhong who gave the old monk some hot spiritual tea.

They have lived and died together countless times in the long river of time, and the two have already had a tacit understanding.

It's just God's will. By the time the two realize that they can't live without each other, they have already missed the best years.

It wasn't until they became saints that they discovered that they still couldn't live without each other.

After some confusion, the old monk had no choice but to escape into the depths of the Snowy Mountains to practice alone.

The infatuated Yun Tianhong actually spent more than ten years searching hard, and finally found his senior brother who had entered Buddhism on Xuefeng Mountain...

After some entanglement in the battle between heaven and man, Yun Tianhong also settled on Meishan beside Xuefeng Mountain.

From then on, the brothers and sisters kept watch, until they both became other people's masters and accepted disciples...

I have been in constant contact recently because the old monk’s disciples rely on Yun Tianhong’s magic medicine to heal his broken arm.

Secondly, it was because Li Xiuyuan from Tianyun Mountain had a karmic relationship with their disciples.

Let the two of them keep in touch with each other constantly, so that the joy and peaceful emotions of the past that have been forgotten in the years can gradually be derived...

Looking out the window at the mountains gradually turning white, the old monk fell into endless memories.

He was reminiscing, reminiscing about the bits and pieces of his life that had disappeared in the long river of time.

Yun Tianhong retracted his gaze from the window, then looked back at the old monk. After thinking about it, he took out only the Bamboo Leaf Spirit Wine, took two cups and poured it slowly.

Along with the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, mixed with the cold mountain breeze coming from the window, and stimulated by the whirring boiling water on the small stove, a faint cold fragrance suddenly spread in the air.

The old monk looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and for the first time he realized that despite the years in the mountains, his junior sister's face still showed no sign of age.

I found that as the aroma of wine drifted away, her eyes turned from calm and focused to blurred, and I couldn't help but feel inexplicably nervous.

The two of them were speechless. They each picked up the spirit wine in front of them and took a sip. After a long time, Yun Tianhong sighed softly and said: "I am afraid this wine is hard to find in the sky... Fortunately,

The owner of this wine has come to my Meishan, so there will be no shortage of wine next spring."

The old monk trembled, put the wine glass between his lips and sniffed it, then raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.

Then he sighed and said: "The Buddha said that if there is no color, sound, fragrance or touch, then he is a saint, so what?"

"A saint is also a human being first..." Yun Tianhong looked at him quietly and said quietly: "Senior brother, I remember that before the master left, I once said in front of her that I like you...

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When the old monk heard this, he suddenly felt a cold and hot sweat on his head, and then there was sweat dripping down his back.

Staring blankly at the empty wine glass, he squeezed out a sentence with great difficulty: "Junior sister... I remember..."

Yun Tianhong raised his head slightly, his cold face looking particularly stubborn, and said quietly: "After waiting for so many years, I need a result..."

The old monk picked up the wine jar on the table, shook it in his ear, and found that there was still some cruel wine.

He carefully and slowly poured the wine into their empty glasses. Finally, another glass of wine was added to their glasses, and the old monk let out an emotional sigh.

Looking at the cold spiritual wine in the cup, he looked again and again, and had to look up at Yun Tianhong's face again, and said seriously: "This wine is only enough for half a cup."

Yun Tianhong slowly lowered his head, looked at the half glass of spiritual wine on the table, and said softly: "This is not easy. When this guy comes out, it will be spring at most, and everything will be ready..."

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This time the old monk really encountered the biggest trouble since his practice. Yun Tianhong didn't explain directly, but he understood what the other party meant.

Facing his junior sister who is no longer young, he encounters the most difficult question to answer. No matter how hard he thinks, he can't come up with a satisfactory answer?

The master has long since ascended to heaven, and I don’t know which world he has gone to.

Ordinarily, with their current level of cultivation, they would have been able to leave the Xuanwu Continent and travel among the stars in the sky.

But because he couldn't let go of each other, those feelings hidden in the years, those things that he had occasionally thought about, until he mustered up the courage to set foot on Meishan again.

Now he still can't confirm more things, but at least after so many years, he seems to understand something. As a senior brother, he actually forced his junior sister to say those words after so many years...

He felt that even if he became a saint, he would still be no different from the heartless people in the world.

He looked at the half-alcoholic wine in his hand and his junior sister's slightly trembling eyelashes.

The old monk said with great difficulty: "When this guy wakes up, when spring comes, I will come again..."
To be continued...