Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

The little monk has entered the mountain. This is the first time he has entered the mountain in more than ten years.

The morning light fell on his face and fell on his feet.

He only felt light all over his body, and occasionally a white cloud floated by, giving him an urge to ride the wind away.

"Clap la la la~"

Passing through a thicket, the young monk dared not be careless, holding a knife in one hand and the handle of the knife in the other.

Around his waist was a bell given to him by Li Pingan.

It is said that when the wind blows, the bell will not ring.

The bell will jingle only when it senses the evil spirit.

Until the night, the little monk did not find the so-called monster.

Night fell, and the sky was overcast.

The temperature is also getting lower and lower, and the entire mountain area is dead silent, without a breath of life, and it looks like it is going to rain.

Fortunately, the little monk found an old ruined temple.

In the ruined temple, there is a decapitated Bodhisattva.

The little monk knelt down and recited scriptures silently.

"Amitabha."

Pea-sized raindrops fell outside.

Suddenly, a loud noise exploded from the ear, followed by a blazing white light briefly illuminating the sky and the earth.

"Clang clang!!"

The bell rang wildly.

The little monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the Bodhisattva, "Innumerable Buddhas, how good, how good!

Immediately, he clenched the long knife and stood up, his eyes stern.

boom!

The little monk tensed his whole body muscles, kicked back with one leg slightly bent, and stepped forward with his right leg in an arched shape.

The thumb pushes the knife away, and the palm of the right hand rests on the handle.

"boom!!"

The door of the temple was kicked open.

"White Horse Temple? Another disciple of White Horse Temple? What is your Dharma name?"

Even the sound is enough to make people feel chills all over.

Appearing in the darkness was a ferocious ghost with a dark blue body and eyes like round bells.

Four eyes and four hands, a big twisted mouth, wearing an open gray monk robe.

A mass of rotten flesh on his chest was exposed, and he held a purple-gold Panlong staff in his hand.

The little monk froze suddenly, staring blankly at the monster.

Although the appearance has changed a long time ago, it can be distinguished from the clothing and the scar on the head.

Monk... The other party turned out to be a monk! ?

"you you...."

The little monk was speechless for a moment.

"Ah, this smell is human."

The monster stuck out its barbed tongue and licked around the corners of its mouth.

"I'm asking you something, your dharma name is..."

"No dust."

"Wuchen... Then according to seniority, you are my apprentice's apprentice's apprentice..."

The little monk took a deep breath and couldn't believe it.

The monster in front of him is connected with the portrait of the third generation abbot of Baima Temple enshrined in the temple.

"That's right, I am Guan Kong, the third-generation abbot of the White Horse Temple." The monster grinned, "Back then, I could have led the White Horse Temple to be reborn, but those damn bald donkeys didn't know current affairs."

Bald donkey?

Aren't you a bald donkey too?

Sitting by the window in the White Horse Temple, Li Pingan couldn't help smiling with tea in one hand.

"For so many years, you have kept me here, what have you got, what have you paid, I am still here well.

After I kill all of you, and when this formation disappears, I can leave here......"

The monster's voice gradually went crazy.

The little monk kept his sword drawn, because he had just heard that the monster was the third abbot of the White Horse Temple.

So it was inevitable that there was some horror on his face, but it was only for a moment.

The little monk held the scabbard tightly, and his knuckles made a 'clicking' sound.

"White Horse Temple No. 12 is the abbot of Wuchen, and he is here to punish demons."

The sound of the knife being unsheathed and his voice sounded at the same time.

In the next second, his left leg straightened in an instant, and his figure protruded forward, and the veins in his right arm holding the handle of the knife stood out.

The shoulders, upper arms, forearms, wrists and even fingers pulled out the knife together, and cut it horizontally, like a dazzling light flashing,

The monster waved the Purple Gold Panlong Staff.

"Chong!!"

The sound of fierce collision sounded.

"It's so hard." The little monk thought, the other's skin was as hard as a piece of iron.

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky, illuminating the terrifying grimace.

"Clang clang!!"

The sharp light of the knife, and the sound of metal and iron clanging added a bit of terror to the night, making one's hair stand on end.

The little monk's attacks were all stopped by the monster, even if he hit, the knife light could only leave deep scratches on it, but could not cut it off.

The strength and speed of both sides are not at the same level.

After fighting for several moves, the little monk was slammed into a tree in the rain by a huge force.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Torrential rain.

The little monk ignored the pain in his body and took advantage of the situation to stand up again.

The monster swung the purple-gold coiled dragon staff and slammed it down on the young monk, but was dodged swiftly.

"Little monk, you are really good, why not walk with me."

What responded to him was the four combos of the little monk.

Ding Ding Ding Ding! !

Fierce sparks collided continuously, one wave after another, blowing the rain into chaos.

The little monk is still a mortal body, and gradually loses his physical strength.

The opponent seized the opportunity, and hit him on the back with a Zijin Panlong Staff.

The little monk let out a muffled snort, which made him gasp in pain.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, a black shadow appeared in front of him across a distance of several feet.

Sweeping out with one foot, it landed on his shin with a "poof".

The little monk spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out again.

The figure flickered, his mind went blank, and he felt dizzy.

It was like having a nightmare, but I couldn't wake up anyway.

As soon as the body fell, all kinds of illusions passed by in a hurry.

Suddenly, cicadas sounded everywhere.

With his eyes open, he listened to the sound of rain falling outside the window, and to the even snoring of his brother when he fell asleep.

Master walked in with a lantern.

"Go to sleep."

"Ah."

The little monk closed his eyes and meditated, listening attentively.

The sound of cicadas continued, and suddenly he stood up, but the memory picture became blurred again.

The figure of the master and brother went away, and the residual dream flowed on his back with the rain.

In a trance for a moment, billions of stars seem to be in turmoil.

The river is flowing, the knife is dancing, stepping on the sky, chanting words.

Suddenly, the little monk opened his eyes.

A wave of spiritual energy emanated from his eyes, and finally turned into a spiritual map, spreading out in mid-air.

He raised his hand, as if there was an electric current passing by.

The electric arc drew a beautiful arc in the void, and when the light died out, only a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

A red line on the monster's neck slowly became extremely bright red.

The little monk smiled.

The century-old mission of Baima Temple has finally been completed in his generation.

The rain fell on his face and slid down his cheeks.

The little monk clasped his hands together, "Master, brother, I did it."

After reading it again, he said again.

"Blessed by the Buddha, the No.12 abbot of White Horse Temple, Wuchen, lived up to expectations and succeeded in eliminating demons."

White Horse Temple.

Li Pingan buckled the teacup, the rain was over and the sky was sunny.

...............

half a month later.

The little monk has recovered from his injuries, and he packed his bags.

After bidding farewell to master and brother's spirit card, he decided to go down the mountain.

"Where are you going?" Li Pingan asked.

"Go where you want to go." The little monk said what Li Ping'an had said when he first arrived at the White Horse Temple.

Li Pingan smiled.

"Sir, the mountain road is difficult. If you go down the mountain, the monk will send you off."

The little monk refers to the eyes of Li Pingan, who always looks weak on weekdays.

Although he taught himself how to use a knife, he never used a knife.

The little monk thought that he was weak and weak. Although the monsters had been eliminated, there were still many tigers and beasts in the mountains.

"No, I want to stay here for a few more days, so you can leave."

The little monk stayed for another day worryingly, and finally left the White Horse Temple under Li Pingan's consolation.

"Goodbye, sir!"

Li Pingan and Lao Niu waved their hands.

In the forest behind the White Horse Temple.

Li Pingan rode a bull and walked slowly.

"The feng shui here is not good, and it is suitable for raising ghosts. The layout needs to be changed."

"Moo!"

Li Pingan drew out his stick knife and cut through the air soundlessly.

In an instant, it passed through a mountain not far away.

"boom--!!"

The mountain fell slowly.

(The quality of the stewardess on this flight is very high, and there are many things to do, so I will write a little diary tomorrow)