Poor Monk

At this time, the snow on the road has melted, and the road surface is a little wet, even muddy.

The monk has disappeared.

But Shen Du still looked very relaxed. After recovering one-third of his internal strength, he was like a prisoner who had shaken off the heavy shackles, as light as a leaf or a cloud.

As if the feet did not touch the ground, it passed by flickeringly.

In the past few days, it's not that he hasn't walked in this direction, but at that time, one injury hadn't healed, and the second one hadn't recovered, so he didn't have the guts.

It's fine if there's no one there, but if someone finds out, wouldn't you just dig your own grave?

But today is different.

Whether it's time or cultivation, you should go in and have a look.

As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty space.

Shen Du is not a thief, but he is also a resounding big devil. Together with Gu Zhao, he once coveted the three volumes of Buddhist collections stored in Tianji Temple.

Now that such a great opportunity hits the head, anyone who doesn't seize it is a fool.

The three-volume Buddhist collection records the subtleties of the world's martial arts, maybe one of them can restrain his backlash against the Liuhe Divine Art?

Ten days have passed, and there are only sixteen days until the next attack.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if there is nothing inside, he still has to go up and have a look at this Tianji Chanyuan.

First, let's see if we can find out the news from outside, and make early preparations;

Secondly, if he still can't leave this place smoothly by then, and can't find a way to restrain the Liuhe God Art, he has to find someone to use it.

Therefore, he had to go to see it this time.

Shen Du planned very well in his heart, and acted with rare caution.

Although the bald donkey had disappeared, he was not afraid.

After recovering the skills, the ability to listen to voices and argue positions will naturally come back, and you won't be afraid to lose track.After getting on the mountain road, follow the mountain road all the way up.

In the mountains in midwinter, there is no sound of birds and insects, only the sound of melting snow in the forest.

The monk's footsteps sounded a little further away.

Shen Du listened, only discerning the direction, jumping in the forest.According to his calculations, he can keep up with it after [-] breaths of effort.

Unexpectedly, after counting twenty breaths, he listened intently, and felt that the footsteps were still far away!

"Damn it?"

The figure in the rush stopped suddenly.Holding a strong ancient pine with his hand, he fell between the branches in some surprise.

A squirrel above was frightened and jumped away. Its fat body swayed deftly and disappeared.

Looking around, there is silence all around.

When he came, the winding mountain road had been covered by dense pine forests, and the bamboo sea was at the foot of the mountain. The bamboo house where he lived for ten days was hidden in the depths, and he couldn't see anything from here.

The mountains in the distance were dim and gray, and because of the good weather, they looked a little different from what he had seen when he ran for his life.

But near...

Shen Du looked towards the forest.

The mountain roads below are all paved with stones. It can be seen that it has been around for a long time. A lot of moss has grown around each stone. Only the middle part is smooth because people often walk around.

Bending and rugged, high and low.

At first glance, it seems that there is no difference from the usual mountain road.

"But why do I feel that I have passed this place just now..."

The two eyebrows were deeply frowned, the tips of the eyebrows were tinged with coldness, and the bottom of the eyes was condensed with a bit of evil spirit.Shen Du's eyes fell on the two wild chunlan plants next to each other beside the mountain road, thoughtfully.

He didn't believe in evil for a while, he raised his breath again, and his shadow moved, following the footsteps of the monk he heard next to his ears.

This time, he was much more careful than before.

Just now, he only followed the sound and didn't look at the road; this time he looked at the road in front of him carefully, for fear of missing something.

But after counting twenty breaths, his heart suddenly turned cold.

It felt like being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water!

The ancient pine that settled down is still the same one before, but without the fat squirrel; looking back, it is still the same bamboo sea; looking forward, it is still the same mountain road.

Even more terrifying...

It is the two small spring orchids beside the mountain road, the light green orchid calyx is like jasper, they have just unfolded, even the curly posture is exactly the same!

He went around in a circle, after twenty breaths, he returned to the original place!

When the unarmed common people encountered this situation, they basically called it "ghost hitting the wall", but when someone like Shen Du encountered it, there was only one thought in his mind——

array.

Qimen gossip has always been miraculous, spread outrageously, with a few stones you can build a ecstasy formation, trapping people to death inside.

The most proficient in formations in the Jianghu is Xuan Hesheng, the youngest owner of the "Eight Arrays". It is rumored that a series of large arrays have been set up downstairs in the Eight Arrays.

As long as anyone can break it, they will be given ten thousand gold and a godly soldier from Fortune.

It's nothing more than ten thousand gold, since Li Yan, the number one swordsmith in the world, has always crafted the magical weapons in Good Fortune Cottage. If you're unlucky, you may not be able to produce one in three or five years.But once it is released, it will definitely attract heroes from all over the world to compete for it.

Pei Wuji's woundless knife was forged by Li Yan in his early years.

But from then on, the old man felt that the sword was not good, so he changed to making a sword.

Therefore, ten thousand gold is easy to get, but magic weapons are hard to find.

As soon as the hero post is published, who can not be moved by people with lofty ideals in the world?

But it's just a formation, what can't come out?

Many people thought so at the time.

With yearning for wealth and magical weapons, countless unknown or well-known people from all walks of life rushed to the Eight Arrays, hoping to become famous in one battle.

Unexpectedly, it is true that they became famous in the first battle, they were the ones who could fight, but the one who became famous was the new landlord who set up the battle, Xuan Hesheng.

There are thousands of heroes in the rivers and lakes, and there are countless cunning and cunning people. No one can get out of this battle!

From then on, people in the world only recognized that Xuan Hesheng was the landlord of the Bazhentu.

The skill of Qimen Dunjia has also been passed down to be miraculous because of this, even if it has not been refined, it is not far behind.

It was a big deal back then.

It's just that at that time Shen Du Liuhe Shenjue Xiaocheng had just made an appointment with Gu Zhao for a battle, and went south; after he came back, he caused a disturbance because Pei Wuji arrested bone medicine doctor Ni Qianqian, so he didn't join in the fun.

But he had heard some interesting things afterwards.

It is said that after [-] days of setting up the formation downstairs, no hero in the world can break the formation, and no one even dares to enter the formation to test it.

Xuan Hesheng stood alone on the building, only smiling and shaking his head.

Xiang Zuo said: "It's a pity. The demon Taoist Shen Taoist will not come, otherwise you can try the true power of this formation."

Then waited seven days.

Shen Du didn't go.

Only then did Xuan Hesheng order people to withdraw the formation.But this has left a legend in the Jianghu that "Xuan Hesheng used his arrogance to provoke the demon Dao Shen Du".

Of course, this is what others say.

Shen Du himself didn't feel it.

He had never come into contact with this person Xuan Hesheng, but from Pei Wuji's evaluation in a few words, he could know that although this person was a natural handicap and inconvenient, he was indeed somewhat genuine.

Or fear, it is not arrogance, nor is it provocative, but it seems to be a kind of loneliness that is invincible in the world.

Of course, it may also be that this person has something wrong with his brain.

Anyway, Shen Du knew the depth of the dot matrix method from then on.

But after all, he didn't follow this path, and he didn't study it deeply, and he rarely came into contact with the Eight Arrays, let alone the famous Xuan Hesheng.

Now that he found himself going around in circles, he naturally immediately thought of this problem.

"This Tianji Temple has nothing to do and is looking for trouble, and the back mountain has set up a formation to cover it?"

I'm really angry.

Shen Du couldn't believe that the world-famous Tianji Temple was so stingy, and he couldn't believe that he had encountered such a hard wall when he was preparing to investigate for the first time.

The word "Fuck" just popped out of his mouth.

"This is good, listening to the sound is useless."

He muttered, forcing himself to calm down and listen, where could he hear the slightest footsteps belonging to that monk?

I'm afraid that during the time when he was being tricked by the formation, he had already gone far.

On the contrary, there was a faint human voice coming from a place farther away.

It sounds like two young novice monks with low seniority.

"Hey, I didn't understand the scriptures taught by senior brother Shanming yesterday. How should I do my homework today?"

"me too……"

"Brother Shanzai is better, but it's a pity that we don't teach scriptures anymore."

"When I was doing the evening class that day, I heard from Master and the others that it was almost finished. After all, not teaching scriptures is not a big deal, but there are many things outside, and people have to take care of them."

"Huh? Outside?"

"Well, you really only recite the scriptures. It has spread in the courtyard. A while ago, there was a fight between good and evil, and a big devil named Shen disappeared. People outside are talking nonsense, saying that he escaped to us. gone."

……

Intermittently, it soon faded away with the sound of footsteps of varying severity.

Standing on the branch of the old pine tree alone, Shen felt a little dazed for a moment: the big devil surnamed Shen has disappeared...

laugh.

Outsiders are not talking nonsense.He did escape to Tianji Temple, but no one knew that he was rescued by a dumb monk.

But listening to the meaning of these two young novice monks, Tianji Temple did not know that the monk named Buyan saved him, otherwise he would not feel that outsiders were "nonsense".

That is to say...

It's true that this bald donkey is not likable, but he has never mentioned his existence to others, so he kept it secret.

But here's where it gets interesting.

It was rumored in Tianji Temple that a big devil surnamed Shen disappeared. Does this monk really not know his identity?

"What a bald ass."

It made him a little confused.

The more he pondered, the more miraculous he became, Shen Du suddenly forgot the anger of being blocked in the middle by the formation, and smiled with the corners of his lips pulled.

As for the formation technique, he certainly doesn't know it at all.

It's just that the formation technique of Tianji Temple is very clever, and it's not something he can deal with with half a bucket of water.If you want to pass, just use the word "hard break".

How dare Shen Du?

Hearing the voices of the two little novice monks just now, he knew that there was no one around, and if he forced his way in, he would definitely disturb the Tianji Temple.

So after thinking about it, I can only go back.

Fortunately, this formation is also strange, if you want to go up, in, or further, you will be hit by a wall; but once you want to go back, it goes smoothly, and you go down the mountain after a while.

After standing at the end of the mountain road safely, Shen Du suddenly felt a little startled when he looked back at the seemingly peaceful forest and the Tianji Temple that seemed within reach.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

In my mind, this verse that I read from the scriptures on the bamboo shelf two days ago suddenly popped up, inexplicably combined with the current scene.

There was a chill down his back.

After looking at it for a while, I felt that the Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain had added a little bit of deep color.

After thinking about it for a moment, I temporarily pushed down the idea of ​​re-exploring.

It is impossible to break through by yourself.

But it would be much easier to follow the monk closely and see how he walked when he came back to the mountain at night.

Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet?

Shen Du walked back resentfully. He had just recovered his skills, and after half an hour of meditation and breath adjustment, he couldn't sit still.

He turned out the scriptures on the monk's bookshelf to read again.

When the sun slanted outside again, and the golden afterglow outside the window fell on the "Diamond Sutra" that "all dharmas are the Dharma", he stared for a moment, looked up at the sky, put down the scriptures, and walked out of the bamboo house.

At this time, the monk should come.

He still wanted to sit under the eaves or on the steps and wait like noon, but as soon as he came out, he caught a glimpse of the chopstick he threw down under the steps.

Bamboo chopsticks, inserted obliquely on the ground, stained with mud.

But what attracted his attention was not the chopsticks themselves, but the small things around the bottom.

Ant.

Probably after the snow had passed, the snow water also dripped away, and they all crawled out from under the fallen leaves and the caves, smelling a little oily and sweet meaty smell, they immediately huddled together.

This chopstick was used by Shen Du to pierce the sauced elbow at noon, and he hadn't wiped it clean when he threw it out, and it was still covered with a layer of sauce stained with oil.

Even if it is planted face down in the mud, a part is exposed.

At this moment, the nearby ants lined up one by one, forming a thin black line, entrenched at the bottom of the bamboo chopstick.

They try to move this "monster".

But it was obviously not possible, so he gathered small scum and mud balls from the surroundings, and wanted to bury the bottom of the bamboo chopsticks as a reserve.

Shen sat alone on the steps and looked at it for a while, seeing them piled up for a long time before burying the bottom third of the sauce-stained chopsticks, he thought it was funny for a while.

A bunch of stupid little things...

He lowered his eyes, pulled the corner of his lips, and pulled out the bamboo chopsticks.The finely divided dregs and soil piled up around them all "collapsed" immediately.

To human beings, it is but a small pinch of soil;

For these ants, it was a whole afternoon of hard work.

In an instant, it collapsed.

All the little ants ran away in a hurry, unable to care about anything.

As for the ones that were originally on the bamboo chopsticks, some ran around like headless flies and fell off;

One of them trembled and stopped at the top.

Shen Du lifted up the bamboo chopsticks and looked at it. He felt that this little thing was restless, hesitant, and hesitant, which was really ridiculous and pitiful.

"If I were you, I would jump..."

Jumping off may not necessarily kill you, but staying on this "cliff"...

With his slender fingers, he gently turned the bamboo chopsticks, but his thoughts turned back to the time when he was forced to that desperate situation.

How similar is it to this ant?

It's a pity that this little ant is not transparent enough.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

"You are still not fit to live in this world."

Staring at the little ant for a long time, Shen Du read aloud in a low voice, as if with a faint sigh of melancholy, then lowered his fingers, and gently tapped the bamboo chopsticks on the muddy ground.

The little ant is on the tip of the bamboo chopsticks, how can I avoid it now?

The moment the bamboo chopsticks hit the ground, its dust-like body was pushed in, and a crisp sound of breaking and breaking could be heard in a trance.

Shen Du thought it was an illusion.

How can such a small ant make such a clear sound?

However, as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he realized something was wrong.

Maybe it was the sun going down.

It's a bit cold around.

In the drowsy twilight, Shen Du slowly raised his head, and then saw the monk standing five steps away in front of him.

I don't know when he came, but he didn't notice it.

It is still the monk's robe and beads.

The Buddhist bead is clenched in the left palm, shaking slightly, casting a trembling shadow on the steps; the food box is carried in the right hand, but the handle wrapped in bamboo strips has been snapped.

Some of the sharp bamboo thorns pierced into the monk's palm, and a trace of blood dripped away.

The jade face is like an ice sculpture and snow carving, and the moist feeling gradually fades away.

The corners of the lips that usually wore a slight smile were straightened, and the two lips were tightly pressed together, showing an indescribable solemnity.

The monk's eyes also revealed a kind of strangeness that Shen Du had never seen before.

Such a posture, and this whole body feeling...

Needless to say, Shen Du already knew.

He was still lighting the bamboo chopstick with his finger, the tip of the bamboo chopstick was still pressing the little ant, and the ant's body sank in the little mud.

For people, this small piece of mud can't stop any footsteps at all; but for ants, this small piece of "mire" is enough to kill it.

Shen Du lowered his eyes again and took a look.

There are still two short and thin tentacles moving on the top of the bamboo chopsticks. It is the little thing that is struggling and has not died yet.

For a moment, he wanted to let go.

But for some reason, the monk's gaze flashed back in front of his eyes just now, and it was burned in the bottom of his heart, inexplicably arousing the deep hostility in his bones.

The fingers that were about to loosen suddenly tightened.

Shen Du had no expression on his face, and with a slight force, he crushed the struggling ant with the bamboo chopsticks that the monk had given him for dinner.

"Snapped."

Then he let go of his hand lightly, allowing the bamboo chopsticks to fall down.

He raised his head nonchalantly, looked at the monk, as if he didn't see his ugly face and bloody palm, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a while. What's for dinner tonight?"