"Junior brother, senior brother, I have to explain something to you first."
When Xu Yan led Bai Zhu into the house, the tall and fat monk suddenly held the door, looking solemn.
"Junior brother was brought here by Wuhui Tulu, so has he told you about the taboos of Fengshan Temple?"
"This..." Bai Shu was stunned.
For three months, Wuhui did nothing but sleep.
It was only when he met the yellow dragon in the center of the river that he cheered up.
Baizhu carefully examined Wuhui's sleeping appearance. The flesh and skin on his body rose and fell regularly with the rhythm of his breathing.
In the perception, the blood and energy in his body instantly went dormant, like a dead tree without any vitality.
Bai Shu once suspected that he was practicing martial arts such as sleeping skills, but he just kept silent, so it was difficult for him to ask after all.
In the past three months, Wuhui's sober days were few and far between, so naturally he was not reminded of any of Fengshan Temple's taboos.
"It seems that there is no more. Wuhui Bald Ass really deserves to be beheaded."
Xu Yan sighed, moved his hand in mid-air, and drew a picture of a mountain.
The strange peaks are abrupt and undulating, just like the majestic Fengshan Mountain at your feet.
On the mountain map, even the buildings and palaces are all there, which is extremely exquisite.
"Here..."
Xu Yan raised his finger and pointed towards the southwest mountain top. The mountain map was instantly enlarged, and every detail of where Xu Yan's fingertips were pointed was revealed.
It was a bright red archway dozens of feet tall, so red that it seemed like blood would drip out at any time. On the plaque, there was only the word "town" splashed in ink.
"We call this place the Demon-Suppressing Archway. It is a large forbidden area in Fengshan Temple."
There have long been rumors that the teacher deigned to come to Fengshan to suppress an ancient creature."
Xu Yan sighed quietly, his voice as erratic as a ghost:
"No matter morning or dusk, there is always an erratic sound of magic under the Demon Suppressing Archway. Even if the teacher has set up a magic circle there, accidents are still inevitable.
Half a year ago, the teacher went down the mountain to travel, and Xu Ping and Xu Fa were accidentally bewitched by the demonic sound. When I found them, they had already been sucked into each other and fucked."
He patted Bai Zhu on the shoulder, his tone was complicated and unspeakable:
"Junior brother, don't wander around in the mountains on weekdays, let alone get close to the southwest mountain. You are currently in a low state, and I'm afraid you will be disturbed by the demonic sound."
"I see."
Bai Shu's heart was alarmed and he nodded hurriedly.
"Don't leave the house easily on weekdays. The door here has been reinforced and sealed by the brothers from the temple. Generally, the magic sound cannot be transmitted here."
Seeing that Bai Shu still looked worried, Xu Yan couldn't help but laugh:
"Don't be afraid. Once you practice acupoints and open up human body acupoints, the impact of the magic sound on you will be minimal. As long as you don't take the initiative to approach the Demon Suppression Arch, you will be fine."
Lianqiao is also a saying that the human body is a small world...
Baizhu's heart moved slightly. When Xiao Tiandi said it, he didn't know how many times he had heard it.
I had reached the end of my pregnancy and had nowhere to go, so I went to Fengshan Temple to find a way out of the practice.
I don’t know when I will get the follow-up mental skills of Chilong.
"I'm afraid you'll be unbearably lonely sitting in your room, so senior brother, I've prepared something fun for you."
Xu Yan covered the door, with an unbearable smile on his fat face. The moment the door was closed, countless fine lotus-shaped words were like chains, locking the entire small building tightly.
In the sound of golden light, there is the faint sound of Zen singing.
"Come on, come on." Xu Yan waved eagerly, "Senior brother, let me show you a big treasure!"
Baizhu: "..."
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"The Dengcao Monk", "The Sea of Sinful Monks and Nuns", "The Wild History of the Embroidered Couch", "The Love Story of a Boudoir"...
Four old books with yellowed covers lay quietly on the wooden table. There were many dog-eared pages on the edges. They had obviously been read frequently.
"There used to be another copy, but it was a pity that it was lost by the evil barrier of the virtual seal."
Xu Yan was very satisfied with Baizhu's shock. He coughed lightly and pretended to be profound:
"These four books are exactly the four treasures of our Fengshan Temple. Junior brother, please try to figure them out carefully.
Just sit in the room and wait until evening, senior brother, and I will bring you food."
"Senior brother," Bai Zhu said hesitantly, "I wonder when I can see the teacher?"
"This is it." Xu Yan touched his head:
"It won't be easy for others to tell you for at least two days tomorrow. Junior brother, you were brought here by Wuhui Tulu. If he says you are junior junior brother, then you must be junior junior brother."
Bai Zhu felt relieved and took a breath.
"By the way, be sure not to lose it."
Before leaving the house, Xu Yan warned Baizhu again:
"This is the great treasure of our Fengshan Temple. We must not lose it."
After Bai Shu nodded, the door slammed shut, and the delicate lotus characters once again enveloped the entire building as before.
Bai Shu looked around curiously and began to walk around the small building.
This was a three-story wooden building, but the interior furnishings were extremely simple. He followed the stairs to the third floor and saw endless forest waves in the vast mountains.
He turned around twice more, finally found a futon, sat down in the lotus position, and began to polish his true Qi.
Dengcao monk?
Are you kidding me? Baizhu is not that kind of person.
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On the top of the mountain, in front of Wuhuai and Wuhui, there is a perfect water mirror, which reflects all the actions of Baizhu.
Wuhui beside him had his face as sinking as water, and his teeth were clenching.
"Xu Yan, the bald thief, knows that he stole my lamp grass monk!"
He sneered twice and looked unkindly.
"alright."
Wu Huai chuckled lightly, "I have prepared a meal. It has been many years since we have seen each other, but it is rare."
Wu Hui has always been neither big nor small, and he got along well with the monks in Fengshan. He also tried to persuade him several times, but seeing that Wu Hui always went in one ear and out the other, he didn't bother to bother anymore.
"There's no need for lunch."
Unexpectedly, Wuhui shook his head:
"Now that the person has been delivered, it's time for me to do something."
"What's the matter?"
As soon as Wuhui's spiritual thoughts moved, a heartbeat came out quietly.
On the top of the mountain, Wu Huai's originally smiling face suddenly froze, and surprise and consternation gradually crept up onto his red face.
Wu Hui looked at his senior brother's frown and remained silent.
He knew very well what kind of turmoil would arise in the world once this incident was spread.
Otherwise, it's just too sensational.
"I thought you knew." Wuhui shook his head, "It seems that this matter has been suppressed."
"When was the news?"
"Three months ago, when Xie Wei was on her way to Fenyin City, Julongwei passed it on to her."
"That's true." Wuhuai's eyes flashed, "Then Great Zen Master Miaoyan..."
"There's no sign of him yet."
"It's been a troubled year. First, the living corpses caused chaos, but it finally subsided, and then these came..."
Wuhuai sighed deeply, his face expressionless, the waves in his heart were raging and could not calm down for a long time.
"I won't keep you anymore, go ahead!"
After a long time, he patted Wu Hui on the shoulder and forced a smile.
Wuhui bowed and bowed, but he didn't stay for a long time. In an instant, a golden light rose from the top of the mountain and went straight into Miao Miao Qingming.
The red-faced monk stood firmly on the bluestone, with a high cliff at his feet. His face was uncertain, sometimes angry, sometimes frowning.
In the water mirror, Baizhu still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, silently polishing his true energy.
"Have a good time practicing."
I don't know how much time passed, but Wuhuai smiled bitterly and raised his hand to remove the water mirror.
"This world is so chaotic that I can't see clearly."
