"Okay, don't be so sad. Can't you go find him after you finish your work?" Hao Jin patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and said.
He did not leave with Gou Yi and the others, but took care of some small things before going to join them.
"How can you tell that I'm sad?" Chen Mo glanced at him.
"Then you are really indifferent."
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Chen Mo said coldly.
"Is this an eviction order? It's so heartless. That's all. It's a deserted place and Sister Yan is not here. It's boring." Hao Kuan spread his hands and said.
"How about a fight? There was no winner last night," Chen Mo said.
"Next time, I still have things to deal with, and I have to meet Sister Yan and the others quickly. Let's go." After saying that, Hao Jin walked out of the house. After walking out of the small courtyard, he said without looking back:
"Chen, when we meet next time, you will definitely be my loser."
Before Chen Mo's sword could reach him, Hao Jin disappeared in a flash.
Chen Mo slowly sheathed his sword and looked at the place where he had stayed for more than half a year. He did not enter this small room, and the last person left here.
...
Chen Mo did not rush down the mountain, but climbed to Fumo Temple first and met Monk Shuku.
Shuku was leading a few monks with a shovel to push the snow from the mountain down the mountain, so when Chen Mo came, he thought it was still snowing here.
There are no pilgrims at Fumo Temple in the middle of winter, and Chen Mo is the first non-monk to come here in winter in the past few years.
"Almsgiver Chen, is this poor monk here to say goodbye?" Shuku stopped what he was doing and started talking to Chen Mo.
"Yes, I will leave soon. When I leave, I will say goodbye to the master, thank you for the guidance, and take a look at this line of sky again."
"Amitabha, Donor Chen has no plans to stay?"
"Stay? Although Daotu Temple is good, this is not my destination. There are still unfinished business in this world. Maybe one day I will realize that this is a good choice." Chen Mo said lightly, wanting to become a monk himself.
, he really didn’t have this idea.
"Actually, Donor Chen has a good relationship with Buddha. Since Donor Chen has no such intention, the poor monk won't say much, Amitabha." With that said, Shuku continued to do his work.
"Amitabha." Chen Mo also bowed to Monk Shuku, then walked into the temple, donated some incense money, and put a stick of incense on the only Buddha statue enshrined here, the statue of Subduing Demon Monk.
Then Chen Mo came to the short bridge again, swept away the snow on a pier with his sleeves, then sat on it, staring at the crack in the biting cold wind.
As for Chen Mo, it was just one day, just like an old monk entering meditation. When the morning light just appeared on the horizon the next day, Chen Mo left the Lengji Fumo Temple. He didn’t know when he would come back next time, maybe he wouldn’t.
Maybe again.
At the same time, in the room belonging to Xi Dieniang in the Yihong Building in Hongxiang Garden to the north of Liusu Mountain, Xi Dieniang was sitting in front of the dressing table wearing thin clothes, and was looking at the bronze mirror to draw her eyebrows.
A young man also got up from the bed, stretched out, and his bones crackled: "I had a good sleep, it was really comfortable."
"I woke up so early. It seems that I still have some energy left last night." Xi Dieniang looked at the figure in the bronze mirror and said.
"I can't help it. I have to rush today, so it's better to save some energy." The man said while getting dressed.
"You haven't told my sister last night, who won the last fight between you two?" Xi Dieniang put down her eyebrow pencil, took the rouge and licked it in her mouth. Suddenly, the flaming red lips appeared in the mirror, which was particularly special.
enchanting.
"I won't tell you this..." the man said playfully. After getting dressed, he put his sword and a strange wine gourd on his waist and walked out of the house. "Sister Xi,
There will be no future meeting.”
There was a soft "clang" sound, and there was only one woman left in the room who was still sitting on the dressing table, combing her hair with a comb.
Xi Dieniang looked at herself in the mirror, thinking about Yun Yu with that person last night, and said slightly absent-mindedly: "Is there no hope of getting married?"
.....
Chen Modu came to Longyou Temple alone, where the chanting of Buddhist scriptures was still heard. Chen Mo saw the tree cave monk who was doing morning lessons with other monks, listening to the long chanting on the steps outside the temple.
Two fat monks passed by and looked at Chen Mo, whom they had not seen for a long time, and said hello to him: "Almsgiver Chen, have you eaten?"
Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two naive fat monks and said, "Not yet, I just came down from the Fumo Temple."
"We still have some hot porridge here, would you like to serve a few bowls?"
"Just right." Chen Mo didn't refuse. He was indeed hungry. He didn't eat anything all day yesterday.
"Then come with us." The fat monk waved to him. "Hey, why didn't you see the donor?"
"She just left Mt. Liusu two days ago."
"Ah, she left?" The fat monk was a little surprised, and then a little regretful. "We recently developed a new dish, and we were thinking about when she would come and let her check it."
"Then where did she go? Why didn't the donor leave with her?" Another monk asked. For them, Chen Mo and Yan Yu were inseparable.
"She went to study with the old man."
"Okay, to be honest, we both think that a smart woman like Donor Yan should not be doing nothing with Donor Chen."
"..." Chen Mo didn't expect that in their eyes, he was a person who had nothing to do.
The white rice porridge at Ryyouji Temple has no taste, and the same is true for the entire Daotou Temple, but it fills your stomach, which is enough.
As soon as Chen Mo finished eating, the tree cave monk appeared next to Chen Mo.
"Amitabha, are you here to say goodbye to Almsgiver Chen?" The monk from Shudong sat down opposite Chen Mo.
"Could it be that I have the word "farewell" written on my face? Chen Mo asked back, but he didn't say anything. The tree cave monk and the tree dead monk could see through Chen Mo's intention at a glance.
Shudong smiled and changed the topic: "What are Almsgiver Chen's next plans?"
"I don't have any plans. I also want to visit places other than Liusu Mountain." Chen Mo said calmly.
"So, will Almsgiver Chen gain anything from his trip to Dao Tu Temple?"
"Yes, there are a lot of gains." Chen Mo said without thinking. This time, the biggest gain was his breakthrough. Then he walked around the Red Dust Garden and met a lot of people.
"If there is anything you still can't figure out in the future, you might as well come to Mt. Liusu to have a look."
"Okay." Chen Mo nodded and continued: "But before leaving, I still want to enter the forest, take a look at the Linglong Tower, and come here to say goodbye to the master. By the way, is there anything here?
Taboo?”
"No, anyone can enter that forest. Daotu Temple has never made any regulations prohibiting certain people. It's just that the forest is guarded by sword-wielding monks. If you want to see the Linglong Pagoda through this method, it depends on fate." Shu Shu said.
Dong explained.
"Then I just want to see if there is such a fate."
"Donor Chen, please excuse me."
"Master Shudong, please say goodbye." Chen Mo stood up and said goodbye.
"Amitabha."
.....
The location shrouded in fog is the foggy forest. I have never seen this fog dissipate after coming here for so long, and Chen Mo has not seen this foggy forest a few times. As far as his "sincerity" behavior can be seen, then
What a piece of shit luck.
Even though Yan Yu has seen it many times, she has never seen the fog dissipate. Although she is curious about the Linglong Tower, she has no obsession with it.
Chen Mo stood outside the misty forest, looking at the forest. Without thinking much, he walked in with the handle of the knife in his hand.
There are obviously fewer weeds in the forest than outside the forest. There are no roads, but there are roads everywhere.
When walking in the forest, occasionally there will be snow that the branches cannot bear, and with a "crash", it will fall from the tree, hit the ground, and fall apart.
It was very quiet in the forest. I don't know if it was because it was winter or if it was just so quiet here. Chen Mo didn't see a single small animal.
Chen Mo was walking, and suddenly, on a rock in front of him, a great monk was sitting cross-legged on the rock, with his upper body naked. The muscles on his body were particularly clear, but they didn't look too obtrusive.
A Tang knife was placed across his knees. The monk put his hands together and closed his eyes tightly. The monk's body was covered with some snow, which may have fallen from the snow on the branches above his head.
Chen Mo stopped and looked at the monk quietly. Although he could not feel the strong aura fluctuations, he would not think that the monk was a weak person.
After a while, Chen Mo saw that he had no reaction and wanted to go deeper. But as soon as he raised his foot, the monk spoke: "Donor, please stay. If the benefactor wants to go deeper, please let this poor monk leave this fast stone platform.
Only then can we continue to go deeper.”
"Is it enough as long as the master leaves the stone platform?" Chen Mo asked curiously. In fact, Chen Mo thought of a way. He would not listen to him and enter directly. If he wanted to stop him, he would have to leave the stone platform and himself
It was his condition, but he didn't stop him and went inside anyway.
But, is it that simple? If it were that simple, then not many people would have seen the Linglong Tower deep in the forest.
"Amitabha."
"That's offending." Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. He still gave up his idea, which was not a brilliant idea, and chose to do it in accordance with the requirements of this great monk. Chen Mo came here with no real purpose.
He wanted to see the legendary Linglong Pagoda that exuded brilliance. Like Yan Yu, he didn't have much obsession with the Wandering Pagoda. He just wanted to see the strength of the monks here.
In the other temples in Mount Liusu, he had no intention of actively challenging them. Seeing how they ignored their affairs, he really couldn't say anything. What's more, it was indeed a bit impolite to "make noise" in other people's homes.
During this trip to Daotu Temple, he wanted to discuss things with the monks here. Although he had fought with two monks who were no longer monks in Gou Hongchen Garden, they were not orthodox after all.
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