In less than a moment of foot strength, Lu Chen and his party arrived at the foot of the mountain. The road was not easy to walk. There were bushes on the road at the foot of the mountain. In order not to attract attention, Lu Chen and his party deliberately did not fly.
"This is Fallen Demon Ridge."
When Lu Chen approached Falling Demon Ridge, he realized that the terrain here was dangerous. A naturally formed road less than the width of a foot was winding around this mountain. This was the only road.
There are cliffs everywhere on the mountain. If you accidentally fall down the mountain, it is impossible for ordinary people to come up. For practitioners such as Lu Chen, even if you fall down accidentally, you can still fly up.
The group of people moved forward along the mountain. The group of thirty people walked for a full moment before they finally reached the halfway point of the mountain. A small dilapidated temple appeared in front of them.
This ordinary small temple enshrines an unknown Bodhisattva. The statue is poorly made and has been washed away by rain all year round, so its original appearance is no longer visible.
In addition to the carved stone statues, there was a rotten table and a rotten chair in the temple. There was a low, thunderous sound under the chair.
Lu Chen and others took a closer look and found that it was a person.
"Senior brother, you see they all flew up directly. Are we being too cautious in doing this..." a disciple whispered.
"Shut up, this is called self-cultivation and learning more." Li Wei responded immediately.
Lu Chen walked around the temple and looked at the people lying on the ground.
This man was in ragged clothes, with a fat belly, a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a wine flask in his hand. He was so drunk that no one knew he was here.
Lu Chen put his hand in front of the man's forehead to block the sunlight, and said: "Senior, don't sleep, the Tengu is eating the sun."
The fat man suddenly jumped up and muttered: "It's a solar eclipse, don't go, don't go..." All he said was don't go.
Li Wei was startled by the fat man's reaction and said doubtfully: "Why are you so afraid of the Tengu Sun Eclipse? It's too feudal. Someone has come out to refute the rumors, saying that the Tengu Sun Eclipse is just the moon blocking the sun. This monk
I’m afraid I’ve never been down the mountain before, so the news is so blocked.”
Lu Chen shook his head: "No, earlier, the Tengu eclipse was often accompanied by some bad things happening. This is true."
Lu Chen pushed the fat monk who was still stunned and asked softly: "Senior, he is a monk in this mountain temple."
Being pushed by Lu Chen, the fat monk came back to his senses. Only then did he notice that there were so many people in his small temple. He immediately put on a smile and said, "The poor monk is the abbot of this small temple."
I am also the abbot, all donors, don’t be polite, just sit down wherever you like.”
He entertained him warmly, but ignored that there was only one chair in his dilapidated temple, and he had to sit on the ground.
Lu Chen didn't care so much, pushed the chair to Li Wei, and sat cross-legged directly on the ground.
"This is the moonlight red that is unique to our temple. You might as well try it."
The small temple was remote and simple, and it was obvious that no pilgrims came here to make offerings on weekdays. It was rare for the fat monk to see so many people, and he couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of his heart. I don't know where he got a tea set, and poured boiling water on it.
In the bowl, he then took a handful of tea leaves from the cassock that was clinging to his fat body. It was dry and it was hard to tell what kind of tea it was.
He divided the tea leaves evenly, and there was only one tea leaf in each cup. When the shriveled tea leaves entered the water, they turned into a crescent-shaped crimson and floated in the water. Suddenly, a faint fragrance filled the entire small temple.
"This is the October flower, a common side medicine of the Awakening Pill."
Lu Chen picked up the tea cup, smelled it carefully, and said, "This is the first time I've seen someone put October flowers into tea, but it does seem to be a bit of an unexpected surprise."
Lu Chen was about to drink it when Li Wei stopped him. He didn't say anything, but he looked a little unnatural, as if he didn't believe the fat monk. Lu Chen waved his hand: "It's okay, these October flowers have a refreshing effect.
It’s not harmful to anyone.”
"The donor has good eyesight, but there is a shortage of food on the mountain. There is no good thing to entertain you." The old monk picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, he made a slurping sound, which made people think he was drinking.
Li Wei and others were unwilling to touch the tea cup and were bored, so they meditated and took a short rest.
Chase Lu was sipping tea and chatting and asked: "Is there only one master in this temple in Falling Demon Ridge?"
The fat monk smiled and poured another cup of tea into his stomach. The fat monk took a long breath and said: "There were a few disciples in the past, but most of them have gone down the mountain. Now only the smart boy Zongqi is willing to
Come with me and endure the hardships on this mountain."
At this point, the fat monk's smile changed and he sneered: "Oh, Falling Demon Ridge, who is the devil?"
When he fell into the Demon Ridge, Mad Sword Taoist was tricked by the dark demon. It was not necessarily because he was defeated by the dark demon. Although the dark demon was extremely powerful, Mad Sword Taoist shocked the world when he was born. Countless dark demons died in his hands.
Count, I have been in and out of the magic cave three times.
"How do you say this?" Lu Chen became interested.
In his early years, Crazy Sword was just a commoner scholar who insisted on practicing a blunt sword. People around him thought he was crazy. However, in his middle age, he suddenly rose to prominence and reached the peak of his skills. He killed a dark demon leader on the spot and became famous.
He was a late bloomer, but he died at the hands of the Dark Devil before he could bear this reputation.
It is strange to say that although the geographical location of Falling Demon Ridge is remote, it is still the territory of human beings. Back then, the crazy swordsman Taoist swordsmanship was so majestic that he wanted to fly to the immortal, and he was in his own territory, occupying the right time and place, so there was no reason for him to die.
In the hands of the devil, this may have another hidden meaning.
"This place was not originally called Falling Demon Ridge, but was called Zhutian Peak. Therefore, the shape of the mountain looks like a divine sword that cuts away the sky."
The fat monk added a handful of firewood to the stove and said slowly: "Later, it was renamed Falling Demon Ridge because the crazy swordsman died here." The fat monk showed his sadness. He has been staying on the mountain for many years and has not been down there for who knows how many years.
Now that he's gone, the only one who can talk usually is his little apprentice.
"You are here for his inheritance, right?" The fat monk added more firewood to the stove and asked in a leisurely manner.
Lu Chen and Li Wei looked at each other and nodded. He could see that the fat monk had no ill intentions and did not intend to hide it, otherwise it would make people feel deliberate.
"Master just said who is the devil, what else does it mean?" Li Wei asked.
"The donor has seen the appearance of the dark demon. Doesn't it look somewhat similar to a human being? It's just a bit shabby and has a pair of big wings. It looks neither human nor ghost." The fat monk asked, Lu Chen nodded.
, but he didn’t notice why the fat monk knew that the dark demon under the mountain was born.
The fat monk smiled and said: "The devil has the appearance of a devil and does what a devil should do. There is nothing wrong with it. However, some people have the appearance of a human but do what the devil does. Human nature is evil, so I became a monk halfway.
Suppress the demon in my heart and prevent it from taking root and growing in my heart."
The fat monk couldn't bear to part with his hair, which was his parents' hair, so he chose to practice hair-raising instead of going to a legitimate Buddhist temple. Instead, he hid in the mountains to practice.
Lu Chen was silent. Yes, people are human after all. They cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires, and cannot escape the six paths of reincarnation. Even if they practice Taoism, they still have their original bad nature. How many saints have there been since ancient times?
"Back then, before the Dark Demon rose, there was a man who challenged all the major sects and was defeated repeatedly. That man's name was Zhu Kuangdao, but he went crazy when he started using the sword. He used all his strength in every blow he made, killing a chicken with a bull's knife.
Such sword skills are particularly ridiculous in the eyes of those big shots." Li Wei said: "Later he met the Crazy Sword Taoist who had not yet become famous, and the two met for a battle at Zhutian Peak. No one knew the outcome of that battle.
Later, the Zhu Kuang Dao became so powerful that he defeated all major sects in a row. Even the old dean of Tianhuo Academy, an older generation, took action but could not take him down. Zhu Kuang Dao became famous for a while."
Lu Chen listened with great interest. Li Wei must have come here to secretly make up lessons, but I don’t know why Li Wei said this. However, Zhu Kuangdao can stir up the Southern Territory forces with his own power. He is one of the few.
Too many cruel people.
The fat monk's expression remained unchanged and he smiled and said: "The poor monk has never seen the person you mentioned. Well, the donor is not here to chat with me. You only need to pay some incense money and you can go up the mountain. This is
According to the rules on the mountain, the poor monk asked my apprentice to give you a ride, he knows where you are."
This is about to issue an eviction order.
Lu Chen was surprised. He could see that there might be some connection between the fat monk and the crazy sword Li Wei mentioned, otherwise he would not have issued an order to expel the guest for no reason.
Although this fat monk looks kind-hearted, why is he doing such a thing as a bandit? Could it be possible that he would say something like "I drive this mountain, and I will leave the money to buy the road?" and other cliché words.
The fat monk didn't ask for anything else, just some money for ordinary people. Li Wei brought a lot of it, but he thought it was useless to keep it, so he simply gave it all.
Seeing how generous Li Wei was, the fat monk smiled brightly and shouted directly to the top of the mountain: "Zongqi! Let's go down the mountain for dinner."
The voice was long and ran through the mountains and forests. After a while, a little monk half a man tall came down from the mountain. The little monk had a round head, a pair of big copper bells and bright eyes. He was carrying a medicine basket and a stick that were taller than him.
An iron rod with a thick layer of humiliating cloth wrapped on both ends.
After giving the money, the fat monk asked the young monk with a smile on his face to take Lu Chen and others up the mountain.
The little monk looked unhappy: "You have to go up the mountain before eating?"
When the young monk named Zongqi saw so many people coming to the temple, he didn't ask any questions. He was just a little unhappy that his master had lied to him, but he still listened to his master's words honestly and took Lu Chen up the mountain.
The terrain on the mountain is rugged, it is almost evening, and wild beasts are ringing in our ears.
The little monk led Lu Chen and others on a path in the mountains. The road was very small and was blazed by the little monk himself.
Li Wei listened to the barking of wild beasts on the mountain and couldn't help but laugh: "Your name is Zongqi? The ferocious beasts on this mountain come and go frequently. You, a little monk, often stay on the mountain without fear of being eaten?"
Zongqi shook his head, his big copper eyes flashed with disdain, and he pointed at the stick behind him: "I have this, and now they don't dare to come and trouble me."
Lu Chen saw the dark iron rod behind him, which was wrapped in a thick layer of humiliating cloth. He didn't know what it was used for, and asked: "Zongqi, why is your iron rod wrapped in a layer of cloth?"
Zongqi replied: "Buddhism does not allow killing. It's just that the wild beast is eccentric and pounces on me every time I pass by. Many of the wooden sticks I used were broken. Now that I have replaced them with iron sticks, they don't dare to come."
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The young monk is an ordinary person, and he always has a sense of calmness about things. The only thing that makes him emotionally unstable is that his unreliable master often lies to him.
Li Wei sounded interesting and wanted to tease the young monk and asked: "Since Buddhism does not advocate killing, you have changed the iron rod and wrapped it in a layer of cloth to block the murderous intention of the iron root. What if?
What if you accidentally kill me?"
The young monk thought for a while and said: "What the master said the most was not that whoever goes to hell will go to hell if I don't. What he taught me most is that I only need to control my own demons, so that no matter how turbid the outside world is, I will not fall.
If you really accidentally kill someone, then my master will be very happy, his cooking is really delicious."
Li Wei: “Huh??”
Lu Chen: "..."
Lu Chen was speechless. Are you sure that your two masters and apprentices are Buddhist disciples? The cooking is delicious. What are you talking about? It seems that there is no shortage of big fish and meat on weekdays.
