But those boys and women who heard the rumors about Nanfeng Sword were not happy at this moment.
I saw Zhao Feng wink at a few people in the crowd, and a woman wearing linen clothes said: "Looking at this girl's figure, she must be a beauty. It's a pity that she married someone casually."
"This is not a casual marriage. It's a big sedan carried by sixteen people!" A woman with a high bun next to her continued, "In most of my life, this is the first time I've seen it. I haven't even heard of it before.
I’ve never heard of it. Oh my, this woman is enjoying such a great time in her life. I really don’t know what it’s like to sit in such a big sedan chair.”
But a boy next to him became indignant after hearing this and shouted: "So what about the sedan chair for sixteen people?! That person named Wu is not worthy of her at all!"
"Oh my God!" The woman with the high bun also cast a sidelong glance, "We are the only ones who came out of this pile, so it's a blessing if we don't carry it back ourselves. Look at the people who got married in the past two years, how many of them can be invited?
A sedan carried by four people?"
The boy's temper was aroused, and he straightened his neck and said: "I don't want to say anything else, but there are so many brothers! When the time comes, let alone sixteen people to carry him, there will be a hundred people to carry him!"
"Listen to what these children are saying. I'm afraid they are trying to make me laugh to death!" The woman with her hair tied up in a bun laughed: "Do you really think that simple people will gain face when there are many people? Miss Zhong followed Mr. Wu.
, but when I get home, I either eat delicious food or drink spicy food! What can I eat when I go back with you? Wotou that has been rotten for a few days, or rotten apples picked up by the roadside? "
The boy, whose face was red with humiliation, raised his hand and pointed at the other person and said, "Don't think that because you are a woman, I won't beat you!"
The sackcloth woman and others next to her saw that there was a commotion here and hurriedly came over to start a fight. However, the woman with her hair in a bun refused to let go and said: "Hit me, beat me! My hair hasn't even grown yet. How dare you follow me?"
Are you challenging me? Let me tell you! When your father saw me, he was an honest man! Who do you think you are!"
Practitioners have clear ears and clear eyes. Although Wu Hao and others did not pay too much attention, they also heard this episode, and uncontrollable smiles appeared on every arrogant face.
But Zhong Lingxi had already been in a state of wandering. She had forgotten everything she passed along the way, whether it was cloudy or sunny, and what happened. Now that it was crowded and too noisy, she had already blocked it out as background sound. So when the crowd
When suddenly several people struggled and rushed out from the soldiers to block the road, her thoughts slowly returned to their original place.
At the same time, Nanfeng Sword Spirit also sent a message: "It's getting harder and harder for me to sense you along the way."
"What's wrong?" Zhong Lingxi asked in surprise.
"It's because of your understanding of 'love' that the South Wind Sword can be used by you. But along the way, I feel that your heart is getting colder and colder. If this continues, sooner or later one day
, you will be repulsed by the Nanfeng Sword like everyone else. If you draw the sword then..."
"I know." Zhong Lingxi said, "I know."
Her face was hidden under the red hijab, so no one could see her face. Since no one could see her face, she simply didn't make any expression and didn't waste any emotional energy.
The red hijab was so thick that she could not see what was going on outside at all. She could only tell from the voices that there were more people making trouble than before, and some even shouted directly: "Liu Baiyuan! Come out!"
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White Horse Temple.
The morning and afternoon sun filled the red walls and fell on the monks dressed in bronze, making the entire temple particularly conspicuous in the deep and dense forest.
The time for chanting sutras in the early morning has passed, and all the monks in the temple are practicing their own practices. Some are practicing martial arts in the martial arts field, some gather in twos and threes to discuss the meaning of sutras, some have found a quiet place to sit and meditate, and some have
Then they cultivated patiently with a hoe. What they did was different, but their expressions were very similar.
Peaceful, quiet and focused.
It is a tranquility far away from the dust and smoke, and a scenery different from the world.
At this time, a Buddhist disciple wearing a moon-white monk's robe appeared from the door. After looking into the courtyard, he came to the three monks who were discussing the meaning of the sutra at the door. He softly recited the Buddha's name to them and asked
He said: "I would like to ask the three fellow practitioners, Brother Zhou Dizhou, if they can practice here?"
The three people looked at him, returned the salute, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou is practicing here. If fellow practitioners want to find him, they can go to the martial arts training ground to look for him."
As he spoke, the monk stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the martial arts training ground.
The monk in moon-white robes thanked the other party and followed the direction pointed by the man and went straight to the martial arts training ground.
After the man left, one of the three monks discussed: "Looking at this man walking in a hurry, he has a worried look on his face. He doesn't look like a Buddhist."
Another person said: "If you walk in the world of mortals, you will inevitably be contaminated by dust. What's more, this heart is originally fresh, and your and my practice does not make it numb. It is normal for the situation to change. Although this person is in a hurry, his behavior is
He does things with etiquette and discipline, and he has practiced cultivation. But speaking of it, since Senior Brother Zhou entered Baima Temple, he has practiced very diligently, and he has never been seen leaving the temple. Why did this person come to look for him today?"
They glanced at the visitor, temporarily suppressed their doubts, and continued to discuss the unfinished topic.
When the white-robed monk came to the martial arts training ground, he didn't see Zhou Di, so he found a man who was drinking water and asked.
The man put down his bowl happily and said, "Oh, you are talking about Senior Brother Zhou. He is not in the mountains these days. If something happens to me, fellow practitioners, you can write a letter and I will convey it to future generations when I see him."
"Do you know how long it will take to come back?"
The man shook his head and said, "I only know that he talked to the abbot before traveling. Maybe the abbot will know."
"Can you introduce me to me?"
"Just go right there! If you say you are a friend of Senior Brother Zhou, no one will stop you. Of course, you'd better be really serious. If you make a mistake this time, you won't get any treatment next time."
With that said, the man also pointed out the way.
After the white-robed monk thanked him again, he went to the main hall where the abbot of White Horse Temple was. There were monks guarding the road along the way. When they heard that he was a friend from the surrounding area, they did not make things difficult for him.
In this way, he came all the way to the abbot. However, the abbot told him that he would not be able to return for a month or even several months. After he explained his purpose to the abbot, the abbot said to him: "You can also go to Daming Temple to find out about this matter."
Zhao Long.”
So he left the White Horse Temple and went to the Daming Temple.
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Daming Temple.
The distant bells echoed in the mountains, just like the wind in this world, carrying a sense of vicissitudes and eternity.