"No!" The girl in white shook her head.
"This is really weird!" the girl in red said to herself with her big eyes blinking.
Then he turned around, went to the bed to check the package, "Quickly check, could it be that the guy annoyed us yesterday, stole things, abducted the proprietress, and ran away together. Yesterday I found that the two were flirting. Hmph! Men are not good thing."
After turning around for a long time, I stopped, "There is nothing missing!"
"I don't think we'll be able to eat this breakfast, so let's pack up and go." The girl in white said.
When the three of them finished packing and came to the stable to lead the horse on the road, they were stunned!
What about the bay horse?
26 Then the sharp-eyed girl in red spotted a person poking around outside the stable, and shouted, "Who is it?!"
The three jumped out of the stable, the man ran away in a panic, tripped over a stone and rolled over to the ground.
The girl in red rushed forward and picked it up.
"Grandma...forgive...forgive me!" the proprietress of the inn pleaded, trembling like chaff, without touching the ground.
"Quickly tell me, where is my bay red horse...?!" The girl in red said angrily.
There was a hill in front of him, the shopkeeper looked back in panic, and then disappeared on the other side of the hill at high speed.
There was a burst of dust, and Qin Xuan rushed up.
Leaping over the hills, through the morning mist, you can see several towering ancient pagodas on the steep mountainside in front of you. The green trees next to the ancient pagodas hide a row of yellow walls. Voiceless.
He reined in his horse, looked at the plaque with large characters "Sarita Temple" hanging on the mountain gate, and frowned.
The owner of the shop had long since disappeared. He looked around and saw a wide open space. Apart from this monastery, there was nowhere to hide.
He rode his horse to the front of the mountain gate, got off his horse, and knocked on the gate for a long time.
With a sound of "creaking", a little novice stuck out half of his head, and said in surprise: "Dare to ask the benefactor, why are you knocking on the door so urgently?"
Qin Xuan hesitated for a moment, and said: "Someone fled to your temple, I'm going to find him out!"
The little novice rolled his eyes and said, "I've been staying in the yard, why haven't I seen it?"
"Seeing that he has entered the gate, can I tell a lie?!" Seeing his slick appearance, Qin Xuan said angrily, and then pushed the gate that was about to close with his palm.
The little novice staggered, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, benefactor, I can't beat you as a child, and it won't be too late to bring you to see the master."
While speaking, he stepped out, took the reins from Qin Xuan's hand, tied the horse to the big tree outside the door, turned around to lead the way, and walked towards the temple.
After entering the gate, bypassing the incense-filled Daxiong Hall, turning around the Sutra Pavilion, stepping on the path paved with bluestone slabs, and passing through several moon gates, the little novice led Qin Xuan to a Zen room under the shade of ancient cypresses.
There are one bed, one bed, one collapsed, and several futons in the room. It is clean and quiet, but it gives people a cool feeling.
The little novice said: "The benefactor is waiting! Gently close the door and leave.
"Why can't you hear the sound of the bell?" After staying for a while, Qin Xuan felt that the place was suddenly so quiet!
Bored, I looked up and saw a painting of ink painting hanging on the front wall, and I strolled over to watch it.
In the painting, an old man in a black Taoist robe is sitting under a pine tree playing the piano, and the incense is lingering in the Boshan stove.
In front of the old man's left is a man in red, holding a round fan, bowing his head slightly, as if in an artistic conception.
On the right front is a person wearing a green robe, with sleeves sleeves, slightly raising his head, echoing the person in red.
All three of them were moved by the melody, thoughtful and very interesting.
In the background, there is a pine tree, entangled with the sky; the flowers are blooming; a few green bamboos beside the tree are fresh and tender, and the whole environment is harmonious.
The color of the painting is calm, the red and green are not bright, and match with the dark gray, which is extremely harmonious.The threads are used meticulously, and the textures of wood grain, fur, and silk are all properly described.
Looking at Qin Xuan, he was immersed in the artistic conception depicted in the picture, and the sound of the piano lingered in his ears.
The unique rhyme of the piano is like drinking the cold spring in a secluded forest, like hearing the bells of an ancient temple, lingering and sad, and sad and sad.
Sometimes it is like a wronged woman crying at the moon in a cold night, sometimes it is like a lone goose crying in the starry sky, pulling people's heartstrings everywhere.
Qin Xuan was not only depressed in a trance.
Thinking about the shortness of life and the impermanence of misfortunes and blessings, not only will you not see the ancients before you were alive, but you will not see those who will come later.
Think about being born in the chaotic, turbulent and ignorant age when the world is closed and the sages are hidden. There is nowhere to display your ambitions. difference?!
Thinking of this, not only shed tears.
The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, his eyes were absent-minded, his hands slowly stretched to his waist, and he drew out the Pansteel sword, horizontally across his neck.
With a "snap", the sleeves of the robe dropped several teacups while waving, and fell to the ground with a shattering sound.
Shocked, his body shook, "With a bang, the sword landed on the ground.
The spirit immediately returned to normal, and he said inexplicably: "What is going on? What am I doing?!
In confusion, he picked up the sword on the ground, wrapped it around his waist, raised his head, stared at the painting, and murmured: "Where does the sound of the zither come from? Why is there such a great magical power that can destroy people's will?" , disturbing people's mood?!"
The whistling sound of the zither continued, leading him little by little to the dense forest with towering ancient cypresses.
Although he had made all kinds of imaginations about what he was about to see, when he faced it, he couldn't help but rubbed his eyes vigorously in surprise.
In the haze, I thought that my eyes hadn't recovered from the scene just now.
I saw an old man in a black Taoist robe sitting under a pine tree playing the piano, and cigarettes were lingering in the Boshan stove.
In front of the old man's left is a man in red, holding a round fan, bowing his head slightly, as if in an artistic conception.
On the right front is a person wearing a green robe, with sleeves sleeves, slightly raising his head, echoing the person in red.
All three of them were moved by the melody, thoughtful.
Qin Xuan's eyes widened in surprise.
The three of them ignored him as if they were still immersed in the rhythm, but the rhythm suddenly became agitated.
Qin Xuan's body shook, and he felt a powerful wave of air pressing towards him.
Concentrate quickly and gather energy, after a while the energy in the pubic region becomes stronger, piercing through the limbs, forcing the external force out of the body, followed by the real energy surging towards the old man.
After a pause, the old man quickened his rhythm.
Surging waves hit the shore, thousands of piles of snow, thousands of horses galloping, overwhelming waves of air, continuously hit Qin Xuan. .
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Qin Xuan hurriedly pierced the clouds and fog, and the roc spread its wings, his belt bulging and screaming.
In an instant, the dust was flying, the strong grass was tilted, and the pines roared.
After a while, I only heard a "clang", and everything became quiet again.
The strings are broken, and the qin is broken.
But the old man's face was pale, his eyes were dim, and blood spurted from his mouth.
The two people around him also stood there.
Hero Qin really lives up to his reputation!" An empty voice floated into his ears from afar, making Qin Xuan stunned.
What a strong internal force! Qin Xuan knew that this person was not in front of him, but he used the hundred-step sound transmission skill to deliver the words in advance.
Unexpectedly, there are such high-level people in the mountains and fields, so we must be careful!
Xu Yu, a scrawny old monk with half a foot of snow-white drooping brows, a cold light in his eyes, protruding temples, shivered out of the dense forest.
Amitabha! The old monk recited the Buddha's name, folded his palms together, bowed deeply, and said with a smile on his face: "Xuankong has seen Hero Qin! I don't know what the hero has learned when he came to our monastery?"
Qin Xuan said vigilantly: "Oh——! It turned out to be Master Xuankong, how did the master know?"
"Hahaha. Is there anyone in Jianghu who doesn't recognize Hero Qin?!
Qin Xuan knew that he was pretending to be false, so he had no choice but to say seriously: "I came here looking for a villain, and I hope the master will give you convenience!"
"Oh—!" Master Xuankong paused, and then said, "Please talk to the meditation room!"
After entering the meditation room, Xuankong let Qin Xuan sit on the futon, and sat down himself, gently pushed the tea brought by the little novice to Qin Xuan, and waved his hand.
After the little novice left the meditation room, he looked at Qin Xuan with a pair of inquiring eyes and asked, "Who is the hero looking for?"
"The villain who wants to harm me, I want to find out who is behind it!"
"Hero is sure that this person is related to this monastery?" Xuankong asked thoughtfully.
"I don't want to think so, but...!" Qin Xuan stared at Xuan Kong with piercing eyes.
"Oh one by one! Hahaha... Xuankong's sinister eyes like black glass balls flickered, and he paused every word, "Buddhism says: Dust is the cause of the heart, and the heart is the cause of the dust; the combination of karma and fate creates illusion .Everything is caused by thoughts, Qin Daxia has too much demons, what is he seeing is not false?! "
After finishing speaking, he quickly narrowed his eyes and hid his eyes.
"Hmm——!" Qin Xuan smiled slightly, "Master, you know that the Dharma says: If there is no water without moisture, how can there be waves of falsehood? 々〃!" "
"Oh? Xuankong was taken aback, "This...?!"
Hastily coughed twice, and then said, "Qin Daxia's aggressive words and murderous eyes make Lao Na look like a thousand demons have invaded his heart. He must let go of his worldly thoughts, meditate in meditation and worship the Buddha in order to drive away the evil spirits and return to the right path. Heroes will not forget the matter of the ghost in the cave, Goulanyuan, right...?!
Speaking of this, he stopped talking and looked at Qin Xuan with unsatisfactory expressions.He even felt that his words had the upper hand, and his face showed a smug look.
Qin Xuan tightened his body, he didn't expect Xuan Kong to come to encircle Wei and save Qin, turning defense into offense.This old fox is not easy to deal with.
After pondering for a while, he followed up and asked, "Master, have you ever seen it in person?!"
"That's not true, but there is no wind without waves!" Xuan Kong said with a smile.
Qin Xuan said sternly: "It seems that the master is still not free from vulgarity. What he said just now violated one of the five precepts of a monk."
"How do you say that?" Xuankong had a slight displeasure on his face, "I would like to hear about it."
"Firstly, don't kill; secondly, don't steal; thirdly, don't commit adultery; fourthly, don't be greedy for alcohol; fifthly, don't lie. The master didn't see it himself, he heard it from hearsay, and made false comments, so what is it if it's not lying!" Qin Xuan raised his fingers alternately.
A moment of silence.
For a long time, Xuankong smiled awkwardly, "The hero has been talking for a long time, and his mouth is dry, please drink this tea."
While speaking, a dead branch-like hand was stretched out from the sleeve of the robe, and with a light wave, the tea bowl on the coffee table rose into the air, and landed firmly in front of Qin Xuan's knee with a "swish".
Qin Xuan saw it, and smiled slightly, "Master is too polite, Wansheng doesn't have the habit of drinking tea." Then he patted the ground lightly with his palm, and the tea bowl returned to the table, as if it had never been moved, and no water dripped out.
"Drinking tea is a gentleman's way of hospitality, why should a hero refuse!" Xuankong said, with a cold light in his eyes, pointing his finger into the tea bowl, "The poor monk is so kind, I hope the hero will accept it with a smile!"
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