The breeze in the mountains suddenly picked up, the leaves rustled, and the light and shadow were flowing. The two of them felt that the world was spinning. When they looked again, the scenery in front of them had changed drastically. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the ancient temple gate. Summit 23S.
Fastest update
The roads are paved with bluestones, insects are chirping, moss can be seen everywhere, and green vegetation grows in the gaps between the stone walls.
If it weren't for the fact that the ground was relatively clean and tidy, and the houses with eaves that caught the eye didn't look dilapidated, it would have been like visiting an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time.
The most surprising thing is that on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, there is a skinny old monk in gray robes who looks like a dying monk, playing with a broom and sweeping away fallen leaves.
When he saw it for the first time, Wu Ming thought he was seeing the blind monk, but then he thought about it. The blind monk would not be around long after he had broken the power. Even if he had the ability to easily capture the two of them here, he would not do such a thing.
A thankless job.
Moreover, the blind monk's iconic long gray hair was too conspicuous, but their temperaments were so similar that Wu Ming even recognized the mistake.
"Disciple Shaolin Huixing, I have met Master Dao Ye!"
Sure enough, when Hui Xing saw the old monk, he rushed forward to pay homage.
"Amitabha, we are all my disciples, how come there is any difference in family status?"
Dao Ye smiled warmly and nodded in return.
When Hui Xing heard this, he couldn't help but look embarrassed, and he was speechless.
"What an amazing old monk! Not only can he easily capture the wisdom of a master, he can also render him speechless with just one sentence. It's amazing.
Moreover, I have never heard of a monk of Taoist generation. This old monk is not simple. Could it be that he is a first-class holy monk?"
A bright light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, thinking in his heart, with a calm expression on his face, he stepped forward and bowed devoutly, "A late scholar, Wu Ming of Song Dynasty has met a Zen master!"
"Haha, the little donor didn't mean what he said. He is in the Cao camp and his heart is in the Han Dynasty!"
Dao Ye looked Wu Ming up and down and smiled.
"Zen Master, the right way is to see things through but not to tell them. What you say makes me feel a little embarrassed. After all, I have to look up to the Song Dynasty to live in peace!"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank and he pretended to be helpless.
In fact, I was secretly amazed in my heart. After meeting for the first time, the old monk saw some clues. Even if he was not a first-class existence in the holy realm, he was at least a powerful person among the great masters who had touched the holy way.
Otherwise, a master monk like Hui Xing would not be as honest as a quail!
"Old man, when you see young people full of energy, you can't help but say a few words, which is really annoying!"
Dao Ye smiled and punched his waist, then slowly sat down with his hand on the broom.
"I'm afraid not many people in this world would dare to call you old!"
Wu Ming smiled and stepped forward to help him diligently.
Seeing the old man and the young man chatting and joking, Hui Xing's face looked slightly unnatural, but he did not dare to urge Wu Ming to set off in front of the old monk, so he could only stand aside, like a young novice serving his master.
In fact, the helplessness in his heart is not enough to be explained to outsiders!
When thinking about the identity of the old monk, let alone him, even the strongest ones in the Shaolin Temple would not dare to do anything easily.
"Hahaha, what you said is just flattering me, but some people actually called me a coffin scooper!"
Dao Ye's old face smiled like a flower, revealing almost all his teeth.
"ah?"
This time, Wu Ming was really shocked.
It stands to reason that China is vast and vast, and it cannot be ruled out that there are many hermits who are stronger than Dao Ye, but it is impossible for such beings to curse such ugly words, right?
This is almost equivalent to pointing your nose and cursing, as if you are going to die!
"Speaking of which, that old turtle was also a coffin scooper. He actually dared to scold me, and he was beaten back into the turtle shell by me with a mallet and hid in the turtle shell for thousands of years."
Dao Ye seemed to be nostalgic and had no idea how shocking his words were.
"hiss!"
Wu Ming stood up abruptly, gasping repeatedly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Dao Ye, unable to say a word.
If it is true as he thinks, the old turtle in his mouth is the ancestor Xuan Sheng, how strong is this person?
"Ahem!"
Hui Xing was also shocked, but when he thought of this person's identity, he felt a little relieved.
But he was wondering in his heart, why did he have to tell Wu Ming at this time?
"Your old sword never grows old..."
Wu Ming racked his brains and didn't know how to describe the old monk Dao Ye.
Even though he was able to talk eloquently and calmly when facing the incarnation of Xuansheng Patriarch, he did so with purpose and preparation.
But this was the first time I met him, so there was no friendship at all.
Even though he knew that the other party would not harm him, when he thought that the other party could beat the Xuansheng Ancestor into a veritable coward, even though Wu Ming's heart was as solid as iron, he was a little overwhelmed!
"You are a little kid with a surly temperament and lawlessness. How can you be afraid?"
Dao Ye looked at him with interest.
Hearing this, Hui Xing couldn't help but roll his eyes and thought to himself, someone finally told the truth.
In the Shaolin Temple, all the brothers who felt the allusion to Wu Ming were reprimanded by the holy monks and left to travel down the mountain.
"It's not that I'm afraid. It's just that your old status really scares me!"
Wu Ming smiled bitterly and said sarcastically.
"Then you said that you wrote a crooked poem to let the old turtle get out of trouble early. How do you settle the score?"
Dao Ye said calmly.
"Well……"
A sudden thought occurred to Wu Ming. In his eyes, the old monk who was so amiable just now suddenly turned into an unreasonable and vicious debt collector.
But no matter how he thought about it, he felt that it was not the same at all. How could he have known that as the ancestor of Xuan Sheng, he would have such a terrifying old enemy!
"Seeing that you are inconvenient and have nothing to offer, why don't you give me Long Yi as a chamber pot?"
After thinking about it, Wu Ming could not figure out the reason. In line with the principle that a good man should not suffer immediate losses, he shamelessly betrayed the Xuansheng ancestor.
"Hahaha!"
Dao Ye was stunned for a moment, turned around and laughed so hard that tears fell from his eyes, and he slapped his thigh with joy.
Seeing him succeed like this, Wu Ming thought with malice in his heart, it's the most ridiculous thing to give up. Facing such an existence, the pressure is not ordinary!
Hui Xing hid his face to the side, really not wanting to look anymore.
Although Wu Ming had already experienced the shamelessness of Wu Ming's change of face, he never expected that he would be so shameless!
"You just said that no one dared to call me old, but in the blink of an eye I have become disabled. The little benefactor's ability to talk to people and tell ghosts is really extraordinary!"
Dao Ye smiled for a while and said.
"You are so complimentary, but I am so ashamed of myself!"
Wu Mingtian said shamelessly.
"Rare, rare!"
Dao Ye smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, no longer looking like he was trying to embarrass Wu Ming.
"Master, drink water!"
At this moment, a young monk of thirteen or fourteen years old with red lips and white teeth walked out of the mountain gate holding a brown gourd about a foot long.
"Long Xuan, who will you give to this little benefactor?"
Dao Ye did not answer, but pointed at Wu Mingdao.
"Master, this is..."
The young monk Long Xuan showed dissatisfaction and refused to let go of the gourd. But when he saw Dao Ye's stern expression, he reluctantly moved towards Wu Ming step by step and handed it over stiffly, "Here!"
"Thank you Zen Master, thank you little master!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly. He thanked him first and then grabbed the gourd. However, the young monk's hand was very strong. It took him several times to get it into his hand. He couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, "It seems that the water in this gourd is not simple!"
But he didn't see that Hui Xing's face changed continuously and his lips moved several times, but not a single word came out.
"Master, it's going to rain, I'm going to pack my clothes!"
After Long Xuan finished speaking, he pouted and walked back to the mountain gate. Before leaving, he reluctantly glanced at the gourd in Wu Ming's arms.
"Long Xuan Long Xuan, as the saying goes, people are just like their names. This little monk never looked like someone with such an artistic name.
But it’s probably not easy to be accepted as a disciple by a holy monk.”
Taking a deep look at the young monk's back, Wu Ming tightened his grip on the gourd and said on his face, "Zen Master, please forgive me for my incompetence. As the saying goes, no merit will be rewarded, so please give me some advice, Zen Master!"
After hearing this, Hui Xing suddenly came back to his senses and became a little nervous.
"Haha, the little benefactor is so smart. No wonder he was able to trick the old turtle into Baimai Lingji wine. Time flies so fast. It's been a thousand years since I've tasted wine!"
Dao Ye glanced at him lightly as if he was aware of it, and said with emotion.
"Ahem, junior, the holy wine here has been given away, so please don't blame me, Zen Master!"
Wu Ming coughed dryly, smiled bitterly, took out a sea bowl, and filled it with mountain spring water from the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.
Hui Xing couldn't help but roll his eyes. Only a shameless person like Wu Ming could describe the taste of giving holy wine as giving cabbage!
"Haha, the little donor's innocent heart is so rare!"
Dao Ye smiled heartily, picked up the sea bowl and drank half of it nonchalantly, glanced vaguely in the direction of Wurufeng, and poured the remaining half into a corner.
"This is……"
Wu Mingyin glanced consciously, but couldn't see anything at all. But following Dao Ye's movements, he saw the trickling spring water spilling out, trapping a group of moving ants.
Strange to say, even though it is on the top of a mountain soaring into the clouds, the place is lush and lush, as if it is like spring all year round, and there are also ants that should not live here.
But just such a group of inconspicuous ants deeply attracted Wu Ming's attention, and even after taking a look, his mind gradually sank into it.
Unknowingly, I thought of the ant nest I created, and then thought of myself today, also surrounded by tigers and wolves, and in danger!
Affected by the coming storm, these ants are also eager to find a new place to live. Isn't it similar to his current situation?
What he couldn't understand was what the circle of water that Dao Ye poured meant!
"Ahem!"
Hui Xing glanced twice, his pupils shrank, and he coughed twice in an extremely unnatural way.
"Oh, what did the Zen Master just say?"
Wu Ming asked blankly.
"Little benefactor, everyone has drank and rested enough. It's time to go down the mountain!"
Dao Ye didn't take it seriously, looked at Hui Xing with a half-smile, patted the hem of his clothes, and stood up with a broom.
"Zen Master, I have something to ask of you!"
Wu Ming did not stand up in a hurry to help, but his eyes flickered several times, then he looked at the team of ants trapped like dragons and snakes, and bowed respectfully.