At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, on an official road leading to Lanzhou City.
The sky was endlessly gray, and there were dead branches and grass everywhere that were wet by rain.
On this ancient official road, there was a white horse and a black donkey driving slowly side by side. The people riding on this official road curiously looked at the owners of the horse and the donkey. Those people were wearing There were merchants in brocade robes and riding luxurious carriages, as well as hawkers who had just escaped from the rain in the pavilion in the official road and were just heading to the city. What's more, there were rich young men coming out of the city for a winter outing, and Literary celebrities.
These people looked at this pair of strange pedestrians with curiosity, and some looked at them boldly. In addition to curiosity, there was also a hint of disdain in their eyes. These days, they see a lot of people riding horses, but they still don't ride donkeys. It's really rare.
I saw a skinny old monk sitting on the black donkey. The old monk was wearing a worn and wide cassock. The cassock was full of stains, covering up its original color. The old monk had long eyebrows hanging upside down. Reaching the corners of his mouth, a long beard reached his chest in a mess. A thin face without any luster, as if it was only wrapped in skin and sunken deeply. A pair of cloudy and lusterless eyes were deeply Sinking into his eye sockets, his eyes were calm and as deep as a pool of water. The old monk flicked his loose sleeves, raised his wine gourd, raised his head, and took a swig of wine.
But sitting on the white horse was a young man in gray clothes who was about seventeen years old. The young man had a luggage on his right shoulder and a sword in his left hand. The young man sat upright on the horse as straight as a pine tree, with a straight face. Starry eyes flashed sharply from time to time, and the corners of his red lips and white teeth under the straight bridge of his nose were slightly raised. Although this young man was not as handsome as a crown jewel, his angular and resolute face showed his Unique handsome and extraordinary temperament.
This black donkey, an old monk, a white horse, and a young man are lined up on the official road, giving people a strange feeling. At first glance, it seems so incongruous, but at second glance, it feels like Very harmonious.
The number of pedestrians on the official road gradually decreased, and no one paid too much attention to this strange old and young pair. Figures flew past them, and they only looked at them briefly, with various looks. , but they still raced so fast that they left the old and young couple far behind.
"Master, what do you mean by that sentence?"
The young man asked the old monk countless times along the way. It was really hard for him to understand those two sentences. But he couldn't help being curious and couldn't help but ask the old monk again.
"I've told you so many times, you stupid kid just doesn't understand. You think more and ask less questions. Old monk, I'm so old. How can I have so much energy to explain to you? I don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all. ."
The old monk was carrying on the back of a donkey. When he heard that the young man asked him the same question again, he was so angry that he blew his beard, glared, and scolded him silently. At this time, the old monk didn't look like an old man at all. In this image, we can see him holding up the wine gourd and taking big gulps of wine, but there is still a bit of a monk's appearance.
"Master, aren't you monks abstaining from alcohol? If you drink like this, you won't be afraid of being blamed by the Lord Buddha." Seeing that the old monk kept drinking along the way, the young man asked him again.
"Amitabha, how did you, such a bastard, get into all these troubles? Did the old monk drink wine? Whose eyes did you, a bastard, see that the monk and I were drinking?"
The old monk reprimanded him again, feeling extremely indignant at the question raised by the young man. At the same time, the image of an unscrupulous fair-weather monk was vividly reflected in him.
"Master, what does Amitabha mean?"
The young man didn't seem to be bothered by the old monk's scolding, and asked another strange question. He didn't care whether the old monk was happy or impatient, and asked questions one after another. In the eyes of the young man, this old monk
The image at this time was completely different from the image when he met him in the temple. When he was in the temple, the old monk looked like a real enlightened monk, but at this time, the old monk looked like a complete monk.
A rascal-like, fair-weather monk who is a bit like an old naughty boy.
"??????".
The old monk was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the young man would ask such a strange question. For a moment, he was speechless. He even forgot to drink the wine, and then he became angry again, looking extremely angry.
He looked like he was waving his hand, and his loose sleeves were fluttering in the cold wind.
When the young man saw the old monk making this move, he raised his swords slightly and came again. He secretly screamed that something was not good. When he reacted, he was hit hard on the back of the head. He was completely
Before he could see the monk's movements clearly, the monk slapped him on the back of the head. The slap was like a big hammer, and there was a huge pain in the back of his head. His head seemed to explode.
, and suddenly he felt like his eyes were glowing with gold, and his brain seemed to be surrounded by countless stars. After a while, he slowly recovered.
Along the way, the old monk may be happy, angry, or annoyed. Anyway, he likes to pat the young man on the back of the head from time to time. The young man has not seen any of the old monk's movements clearly, and the skinny palm has already
It hit the back of his head. Sometimes he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't. Although they were walking side by side, they were still more than a foot apart. The old monk's hands were not that long. Anyway, he only raised his hand.
That big skinny hand. The boy felt wind blowing on the back of his head, and the big skinny hand had already hit the back of his head.
This young man was none other than Ling Tianyun. He repelled the people from the Zhongshan Martial Arts Center in Lanzhou and found the old monk riding a donkey walking leisurely on the official road. He then left the small village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and headed towards that
The old monk chased after him. The old monk rode a little black donkey and walked slowly, as if he was waiting for him to catch up with him.
Ling Tianyun was certain that these two sentences were passed on to him by the old monk, and they were only passed into his ears. Because he found that no one in the village seemed to notice the old monk riding the little black donkey at that time.
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He couldn't tell whether the dream he had in the temple was an illusion or a dream. He caught up with the old monk and wanted to ask him, but the old monk didn't have any answer. He just called him.
He spoke dumbly, and liked to pat him on the back of the head from time to time. Ling Tianyun also took advantage of this old monk who was sometimes mysterious like a monk, sometimes like a stubborn old man, sometimes like an ordinary scoundrel, and sometimes like a child of one, three or four years old.
He had no choice at all. He couldn't get the answer he wanted at all, so he had to slow down his horse and walk side by side with the old monk.
Passing through a grand canyon in Qingyun Mountain, there are still more than 30 miles to reach Lanzhou City. It is already past midnight, and there are not many pedestrians on this official road, especially the grand canyon in Qingyun Mountain.
, and very few people walk there. This canyon is just a shortcut to Lanzhou City. If you want to continue taking the official road, you have to go around Qingyun Mountain to get out of Qingyun Mountain, which means you have to walk an extra forty or fifty miles.
Ling Tianyun and the old monk did not continue on the official road, but entered the Grand Canyon of Qingyun Mountain.
To say that this is a canyon is actually a bit exaggerated. In fact, it is just a plank road one to three feet wide. When I first entered the canyon, I saw a winding path two to three feet wide extending into the mountain. The path
There are steep cliffs all around, and some strangely shaped boulders protrude from the cliffs on both sides, like monsters about to pounce out.
Ling Tianyun walked side by side with the old monk, looking at everything in the canyon, and couldn't help but think to himself: "There won't be some people shouting in this place, 'I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to think about it,
Let the green forest man who has left money to pay for this road come." He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about this.
The old monk seemed to have read through his thoughts. He held up the gourd and poured another sip of wine into his mouth. A smile uglier than crying appeared on his face, which made Ling Tianyun tremble in his heart. Especially under the neck of the little black donkey.
The bells kept ringing in this canyon, arousing echoes in the canyon. Only the sound of the bells could be heard in the canyon, matching the sound of the wind blowing into the canyon.
Gives people a weird feeling.
"Master, why do you want to take this road? There are no people around at this time. What if a group of people rush out from inside and shout: 'I drove this road and planted this tree. If you want to go this way, leave money to buy the road.
'The bandit, what should I do?"
Ling Tianyun said to the old monk half-jokingly.
"Bah, you stupid boy's crow's mouth, in this bright world, in this broad daylight, where did the bandits come from? Monk, I am quite old, if I don't take this road, why should I take that damn official road?
, What time of the day is it now? Monk, I am so hungry that my chest is touching my back. I am just passing through Qingyun Mountain to find something to eat. You bastard has no understanding of my old man."
The old monk reprimanded again, and of course, Ling Tianyun was hit hard on the back of the head again. This blow was obviously harder than the previous ones. Not only did it make his eyes glow golden, but it also caused his teeth to crack in pain.
Zui almost fell off the horse's back.
Don't play like this, isn't it just a joke? Ling Tianyun looked sad, and he had secretly cursed the old monk for a while. Ling Tianyun was not worried about whether there were bandits here. He didn't worry about ordinary bandits.
It's just that this canyon is strangely quiet, with only the blowing wind and the ringing of the bell under the little black donkey's neck. There is not even a breath of life, and there are only rugged cliffs embedded with strange rocks on both sides of the plank road.
Beyond the cliff, there was also the gray sky above the plank road. Nothing else could be seen, not even a bird chirping.
They walked deeper into the canyon, and the path became narrower as they went inside, only less than two feet wide. Ling Tianyun did not walk side by side with the old monk. He slowed down his horse to let the old monk and the little black donkey
Go first, and then he followed closely behind the little black donkey. He couldn't help but be secretly proud of his decision, and couldn't help but smile.
The smile he just showed was frozen on his face, because he felt the wind blowing on the back of his head again, and he was slapped on the back of his head again. This time the slap was not very hard, but he was touched lightly by a big hand.
He felt strangely looking at the back of the old monk in front of him, not seeing any movement from him at all. And the old monk seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head, and he could actually see through his heart.
Little clever idea.
Ling Tianyun had an inexplicable feeling about this mysterious old monk. At first, he walked with this old monk out of curiosity. After getting along with him along the way, he found that this monk was not as mysterious as he thought.
He seemed to be an ordinary old man. Later, I discovered that this old monk still had some sense of mystery, but it was suddenly destroyed by the old monk's rude words. His behavior was like a rogue, and he was as wise as an old man.
His words, as well as his Zen words, sometimes seemed like a strange hero playing in the human world, and he really couldn't tell which side of the old monk was the real face.
However, Ling Tianyun felt extremely afraid of the old monk's hand that hit him on the back of the head. He occasionally heard his father, Ling Duozhi, once say that there are some peerless masters who have trained their internal strength to the extreme and can control the air and transform into shapes. Could it be that they have just discovered it?
The shot was made by the old monk's Qi-controlling transformation. Although he couldn't be sure yet, he felt that it was almost the same. After all, the old monk in front of him didn't make any movement at all and hit him.
The back of his head. If it weren't for the legendary Qi Control transformation, he really couldn't think of any other way to do it, unless the old monk was not a human being.
Ling Tianyun rode his horse and followed closely behind the old monk. He no longer had those messy thoughts in his mind. The little black donkey in front of him stepped lightly on its limbs, and the bell hanging around its neck made crisp sounds from time to time. In this quiet place