Poor Monk

Chapter 24: Xiao Zi Zai Tian ┃ I'm leaving, would you like to come with me?

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Who is Gu Zhao

Ninety percent of the idiots in the world think that he is a "fairy man" who is truly compassionate and compassionate, but in Shen Du's eyes, to scold this grandson as "a virtuous bastard" is a flattery!

There is no meanest, only meaner!

In the years since he met Gu Zhao, he has deeply realized how applicable this sentence is to such a person.

At this moment, when he saw these ten words, he had already helped Gu Zhao in his heart to greet his ancestor's eighteenth generation up and down three hundred times, barely doing his filial piety.

It's just about cursing him for being ridden by thousands of people!

Holding this page to pass the book, the knuckles of Shen Du's fingers turned white, as if he was going to crush this page. It took a lot of effort to forcibly suppress the urge to curse. Take a deep breath.

breathe.

Then, seriously, he scanned the ten words again.

In the end, his eyes stopped on the first four words, and he slowly stopped.

Curse in your heart. Curse in your heart.

Gu Zhao is indeed not a good person, but he is by no means an unreliable person at the critical moment, so after taking his attention away from the word "regret", he easily noticed what the other party left behind. information.

"Not empty mountain north..."

Now both the good and the evil have sent a lot of people to linger near the Bukong Mountain.

Pengshan, or Gu Zhao, of course, was also there.

These four words of his seem to be unremarkable, but basically they are equivalent to telling Shen Du: Bukong Shanbei, you come out, I will answer.

only…

Can you believe him

The status of Tianji Temple has always been detached in the rivers and lakes.

Before Wu Sheng Lou Dongwang's accident, many people didn't even know about Bukongshan.

After the incident, the map of Bukong Mountain and its surroundings gradually appeared.

Shen Du has seen this picture, and he has been walking around these days. Of course, he knows the direction, and he also knows very well what the situation of "Bukong Shanbei" is.

There are high mountains and winding mountains.

The terrain is steep and that's all, the important thing is that it is still deserted.

I want to know that for a severely injured and helpless person, this way of escape is really not easy at all, and once something happens, I am afraid that there will be no one to help.

But Gu Zhao gave this way.

This is very interesting.

Shen Du stared at these four words, pondered for a long time, and then slowly laughed, but instead of feeling soft at all, it became more and more fierce.

His relationship with Gu Zhao...

Just from these four words, you can see it.

Seems like enemies, like best friends.

You can risk the world to spare the other party or save the other party's life, or you can show "goodwill" and hide "maliciousness" at this critical moment of life and death.

At that Hongmen banquet, Gu Zhao really wanted him to die.

Shen Du knew.

So now, after thinking about these four words carefully, he felt the temptation hidden in it—

In the letter to Gu Zhao, he did not state the specific circumstances of his recovery from his injuries.

In Gu Zhao's reply, he directly said that he was in Bukong Shanbei.

If you want to escape from this direction, although it is not easy to be found, it is also the most difficult. A seriously injured person cannot do it unless his skill has recovered more than 70%.

That is to say, with these four words alone, Gu Zhao can know the specific situation of his injury and recovery at the moment from his reaction and reply...

"Cunning and scheming!"

Just thinking about it, Shen Du felt the danger in it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and folded the page slowly into a thin strip, wrapping it between his fingers.

"It's a pity that this trip is too lucky, I'm afraid it won't let you get your wish..."

Even if you think about it with your toes, Gu Zhaoruo knows that he is still seriously injured, can he not fall into the trap? But once his skill recovers, he has to weigh the cost and consequences of doing so.

It's obviously one step, but in fact, it's already three steps backward.

This is Gu Zhao.

Shen Du really knew him too well. After thinking about it at this time, he wanted to write a letter, stating his plans, including the timing of never leaving the empty mountain, and then let the quiet bird send it back.

But when it came time to pick up the pen, I didn't know why it stopped.

At that moment, what suddenly flashed in his mind was the light sandalwood scent he smelled when he was seriously injured and fell beside the "Zhige Monument", and the monk's sleeve that flashed in the blurred vision.

And all the details of these days.

The pitiful eyes of the dumb monk yesterday, the fingers that turned over the scriptures under the light...

Shen Duan's eyelid trembled slightly.

He stood in front of the book desk for a long time, his eyes fell on the rolled up scroll beside the book desk, and then he slowly put the pen down and put it back on the pen mountain.

This is the first time in ten years.

For the first time because of a person...

indecision.

In the end, Shen Du did not write this letter.

He put down the pen and paper, and also let go of You Zhi Bird, and only lifted the Rainbow Sword again, closed the window, turned around, walked out the door, and walked towards the other end of the bamboo sea.

This time, I didn't use the light-weight exercise, so I left a series of shallow footprints.

The bamboo sea is very deep.

But in its depths, there is a flat lake.

Shen Du had noticed it when he was walking around a few days ago, but it was dusk when he was looking at it, and the light was a little dim, so he didn't realize it was strange.

Ten miles of bamboo sea, a green stretch.

When he got here, it was as if he had dug out a piece of jasper and embedded a lake like white jade with suet. It is neither very broad nor very vast, but when the sky light falls on the lake from this elliptical gap, it seems to be shining.

The breeze ruffled the lake, and a few bamboo leaves rippling like a boat.

A rocky mountain peak stands on the other side of the lake.

The terrain is elevated from here.

After calming down, Shen Du could even hear the faint sound of the waterfall rushing through the rocks on the opposite side, so he guessed that the other side of the lake must have some wonderful caves.

It's just that he didn't go.

With the sword in his hand, he has already drawn the sword out. The snow-white Chuihong Sword is facing the sky, reflecting a bit of cold light, bringing a bit of casual sword energy.

Where the heart goes, where the sword goes.

When the monk returned and followed his footsteps to find this place, he saw him dancing the sword.

People are not by the lake, but in the lake.

"Zheng-"

When the sword was raised, the waves swayed lightly, splashing water like a waterfall, and the snow-white sword body was held in his palm under the bright sunlight, like a dancing silver dragon!

Come at your fingertips, swords are like jade, people are like rainbows!

The three-footed front suddenly rose up, and for a while, the sword followed the person and stabbed toward the sky from the lake!

Extremely fierce!

The distance was too far, and the monk couldn't really see what the sword-wielding person looked like at the moment. However, from this fierce and arbitrary sword stance, one or two can be seen.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers.

His dark purple robe also condensed an inescapable weight and power. It was a demon, but it didn't look like a demon.

Demon heretics shouldn't have such a good-looking appearance.

With such a good-looking appearance, it shouldn't be some demon heresy.

Can be alone, but it is.

It is the big devil who can't be killed quickly in this world, and he also has an appearance that is enough to make the world amazed.

The monk was carrying a food box, which contained porridge and vegetables.

In front of him is the man's arrogance on the lake, and next to his ears is the majesty of Feng Yin and Jian Xiao, but in his heart is what the elders of the Dharma Academy in the Mahavira Hall said to all the monks.

The bottom of Gujing Wubo's eyes was a little confused for the first time.

The bead hangs in his palm.

Deeply.

The monk's heart was also heavy. He watched the sword that Shen Du danced for a long time, but he didn't make a sound. He just walked along the lake and slowly walked towards the other side of the lake.

As early as when he came, Shen Du saw him.

It's just that he didn't make a sound to interrupt, and he didn't stop for a while.

It was not until he had finished performing the three steps of the introduction to Liuhe Swordsmanship and had a thorough understanding of his own strength that he pointed the tip of the sword towards the lake.

"Wow!"

The water splashed, and it was extremely fine.

The sunlight that fell from the sky was instantly scattered into seven colors, with a moment of brilliance.

Shen Du himself, with this insignificant force, fell in front of the monk like a piece of feathers being blown up by the wind.

"It seems that you are not stupid, you know to follow the footprints to find me. Did you bring food?"

The food boxes were all carried, and what he asked was nonsense.

But the monk didn't show any impatient expression. He only glanced at the Weeping Rainbow Sword that he had put in its sheath, and then turned his eyes to look behind the rock.

"Look at what?"

After dancing the sword for a round, he moved his muscles and bones a bit. At this time, Shen Du only felt that his whole body was relaxed, and even his voice became a lot lighter.

The eyes that looked at the monk were even more friendly.

The monk looked back at him, but didn't answer, only smiled at him slightly, then carried the food box and walked towards the direction he was looking at.

The water was loud.

Shen Du had also been curious about what was behind it before, but just now he was practicing swordsmanship on the lake and had no time to look at it, and out of caution, he would not look at it.

But looking at the meaning of this monk, it seems like he has been here

Holding the sword, he followed behind the monk, only to realize that the bald donkey was taller than himself.

When looking from the front, he didn't realize that once he walked behind him, he could see the back of the other person's head when he looked up. Only then did he realize that the monk had a broad back and strong shoulders.

Just like the sturdy chest he saw after stripping people off yesterday.

"cough cough..."

Without realizing it, he thought crooked, Shen Du choked on himself, his eyes suddenly flickered, and his face burned a little for no reason.

Fortunately, the monk did not look back.

So in order to cover up his guilty conscience at that moment, after he went with the flow, he hurriedly asked, "You were in such a hurry before, did something major happen in the mountain gate?"

Countless rocks.

Most of them are huge, and for some reason, all piled up in a cluttered mess.

But the monk's feet were just like recognizing the road. He walked through the forks in an orderly manner, and gradually he could hear the sound of the water getting louder and louder.

When he heard Shen Du's words, he paused for a while, but slowly shook his head.

When Shen Du saw it, he didn't believe it.

In addition to ringing the bell at morning and evening drums, ringing the bell at other times should be a major event that has killed or is about to die.

He heard it before and saw the monk's face change, but now he says it's all right

"Tsk, you've been slept with by me, even if you're mine. Kong-sei quits, doesn't destroy your body, you say, why are you still so dedicated to Tianji Temple?"

I don't know why I feel uncomfortable in my heart, and I have thorns when I speak.

"Monk, you are turning your elbows out, but I'm going to be jealous."

Probably because the word "jealous" was too bizarre and numb, the monk stopped in his footsteps, turned around and gave him a silent look.

That look...

Profound. It is like the sea in the night, but it also seems to contain endless storms and waves.

"Just kidding!"

Shen Du inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his neck, and wondered if his sentence was overdone, so he quickly shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and looked like "I'm just talking and playing".

"Aren't you going to take me somewhere? Hurry up, hurry up."

"… "

The monk was speechless in the end, still leading the way.

In just these few words, the two had already passed through a large chaotic rock, and when they looked at the ground, they could see clear water flowing between the gaps in the rock, flowing in the direction of the lake.

It was a dark river.

There was still some vague and vague sound of water, but at this moment, it was as clear as thunder.

Shen Du looked up and saw a rock that was bigger than what he had seen before.

As the monk walked around behind the rock and passed a dark passage dug into the rock, his eyes finally became clear. Before he could see clearly in the suddenly bright sky, the huge sound of water had already impacted.

Shocking!

It turned out to be a waterfall like snow!

It washed down from the other low cliff, and over time, a stone pool was formed under this cliff. Its water flows through the dark river below and into the lake not far away.

The huge rocks around, eroded by water all the year round, have become "isolated islands" in the water with strange shapes.

Some are like a lotus flower, some are like bamboo shoots, mushrooms, or even a leaf, and some even have the shape of a Buddha. Sitting or lying down, standing still in the clear, flowing water...

Shen Du finally recovered from the suddenly bright light, and when he saw such a scene, he forgot to speak for a while.

Looking around again, I couldn't help but be amazed.

The terrain here is on the high side, it seems to be in the middle of the mountain, it is really a cave. On the ground, in the pool, the mountains and rocks are craggy, and the walls are surrounded by mountains on all sides.

It's like a circular pit!

There are also traces of water erosion on the mountain wall, forming many large and small holes.

This is not unusual, and it is not that Shen Du has never seen it before.

But when he looked carefully at the four walls, he saw not only these holes of different shapes, but the countless Buddha statues carved in the holes!

"What is this place… "

In his voice, there was already a bit of amazement and surprise that he didn't even notice. He only looked at the monk beside him when he asked these words.

The monk seemed to have expected such a reaction from him, but he was not surprised.

Probably because he likes this place very much, so the solemnity on his face that was vaguely hidden in his eyes because of the previous events in the treasure hall has also dissipated a little.

Instead, there was a faint smile.

He turned slightly to the side, and only led Shen Du to look at the rock closest to them beside them.

A stone three feet high climbed some moss.

Shen Du followed the direction of the monk's gaze, and saw the rock, as well as the handwriting that was covered with moss, but left a few dents.

Little free day.

"Little Zizitian?"

He stepped forward and wiped away the traces of the moss a little, only to find that these four words penetrated into the stone extremely deeply, and even the deepest and sharpest carving knife in the world could not reach this level.

I don't know, it was left by that peerless master.

Judging from its shape, it is actually an iron-painted silver hook that is extremely sharp. Although it does not have all kinds of murderous aura, the sharpness and arrogance in this word are almost blowing at the face!

Such handwriting is very suitable for writing the inscription of the Seven Killings.

Can be used to write these four words...

Shen Du only felt that there was an indescribable strangeness, the same sense of dislocation as when he saw a murderous monster copying Buddhist scriptures and hanging "Amitabha" at the very edge.

"Is this a word left by the seniors of your Tianji Temple?"

After watching for a long time, he simply sat down beside the engraved rock, raised his head and asked the monk who brought him.

The monk shook his head.

Looking at Shen Du's posture, he knew that the other party wanted to eat directly here, so he squatted down and put down the food box, took off the lid of the box, and took out the dishes one by one.

There is a meat and a vegetarian.

Pouched tofu.

Tea smoked chicken.

A bowl of rice.

A pair of bamboo chopsticks.

Shen Du was stunned.

Of course he would not forget that since the last time he crushed the ant, the monk had not given meat for a long time, why did he give it now

Confused, his eyes rolled, but he picked up his lips and smiled: "Suddenly he was so kind to me, not only with vegetables, but also with meat and vegetables. And he specially brought me to such a good place, monk. "How dare you say that you don't like me?"

Of course the monks would ignore him.

The nonsense words that came out of his mouth seemed to turn into a gust of non-existent wind when they passed by his ear, leaving no trace.

Shen Du felt uncomfortable again.

He had already picked up his chopsticks, but the bald donkey's unmoving appearance, as if he could hear anything, really made his teeth itch with hatred, and he had the urge to stab him to death with chopsticks.

"Out of this Tianji Temple, you? You won't survive for three hours!"

This murmur is considered vicious.

But the monk listened, and after staring at him for a while, not only was he not annoyed, but he seemed to have thought about the meaning of his words, then shook his head slightly and smiled.

As if not agreeing with what he said.

"Could it be that you thought you would be safe and sound?"

When Shen Du saw it, he couldn't believe where the monk had such great confidence. He didn't agree with what he said. He picked up a chicken leg with a chopstick and put it back.

"I told you a long time ago that you have a bad temper. If I kill an ant, you will slap your face. There are murderers outside, so you mustn't be crazy? Besides, hum, it's just your three-legged cat kung fu, and the other one is just one. Fingers could run over you. Alas, ignorance, ignorance!"

Bad temper.

Three-legged cat kung fu.

ignorance.

When the monk heard this, the smile on his face did not diminish, but he still sat cross-legged facing the lake, with the thumb of his left hand clasped in front of him, and the right hand holding the beads, turning them one by one.

In the whole world, Benina Waterfall is very noisy.

But Shen Du's heart suddenly became clear.

He just watched the monk meditating and chanting sutras silently. He slowly ate half a plate of vegetables, but the more he ate it, the more he felt like chewing wax. There was even an indescribable sour and bitter taste under his tongue. spread out.

Finally I can't eat it anymore.

Shen Du was silent for a long time, and then gently put down the bamboo chopsticks. In the dark and dark phoenix eyes, there was a little hidden hope hidden under the fierceness and hostility.

The corners of his lips were curved in a rare softness, but his smile was not so natural.

He felt that his throat was also a little dry, but when the words came out, it was as smooth as if he had said it a thousand times in his heart—

"Monk, I'm leaving. Would you like to join me?"