The mountain wind blows snow, and the entire Yunqi Temple is shrouded in thick snow fog.

It was already the hour of Xu, and the monks in Yunqi Temple hid in the meditation room to avoid the cold. The world was silent, with only a white figure stepping on the thick snow.

I walked all the way from the main hall to the back mountain, carrying three lanterns in my hand. Every time I walked, I hung one under the eaves of the Buddha Hall and the Arhat Hall.

Finally, I came outside Watson's courtyard and stayed at the closed door for a while.

He stretched out his hand and hung the last lantern under the eaves outside the courtyard gate, then turned around and left.

At this time, Watson was leaning in the bathtub, enduring the pain like a knife cutting, thinking that this time he would have to wait a few more days before he could go back to see the little monk.

I finally had the courage to go down the mountain, but I didn't expect that I was targeted by a group of many killers. I fell on the windy and snowy mountain road.

It seems that the world is like the abyss under the Peak of Wentian, and danger is everywhere.

I used to think that in the middle of the Jindan period, I could go down the mountain to find my own opportunities and to find my parents who traveled all over the world, but I didn't expect that I would be chased before I left.

It seems that my ability is still low. In front of the killer, weakness is the original sin.

He was dizzy and thought about the consequences. The last Luo Mo was still in Yunqi Temple. It seemed that this confusion was only released by the old monk Baifeng who was uncle, tomorrow.

Before the hour of Hai, he climbed onto the bed, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

The world was silent, and the wind and snow all over the sky also stopped quietly, and a snow and moon appeared in the sky.

It quietly shines on Yunqi Temple and the courtyard on the back mountain.

There was an oil lamp in the temple of Chen, and a pot of spiritual tea was waving with a faint fragrance.

The old monk of white beard was trying to buy the shoes Watson bought for him, looking at Chen and laughing: "I didn't expect that this child actually thought about buying me a pair of shoes."

Le Chen smiled bitterly and said, "He should have looked at my slings and exposed his toes, thinking that I was embarrassed by his face?"

Having said that, Le Chen couldn't help but smile.

The old monk from white beard smiled and said, "No, tomorrow I have to ask the old boy why I didn't make a few monk's robes for my master. I took him to practice swords in Bingfeng Valley."

Le Chen shook his head and smiled, "I didn't expect that the senior brother would have a day to bother with the child."

The old monk with white beard smiled faintly and said, "Although we were born and practiced, we are not without the fireworks of the world, nor are we devastated by wind and rain. Now, the wind and rain have already arrived in the temple."

When Li Chen heard this, he frowned slightly, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddha altar and murmured to himself: "Can you really enter the temple and mess up someone's heart of Tao?"

"No hurry, there will be a decision tonight."

The old monk Baibing said coldly: "As a Buddhist disciple, he is always lazy and greedy for fame and fortune. In this way, he is afraid that the Bodhisattva will appear and it will be difficult to save him."

When Li Chen heard this, he was stunned and looked at him incredibly and said, "How is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? As Watson said, he has never gone down the mountain since he came to Yunqi Temple. Even if he went down the mountain today, only you and I would know about it."

"Who is watching him secretly? Who has a child hurt in the world? Even if he finds elixirs from the mountains and sells them to a small town, how many gold coins can he sell?"
Chapter completed!