In the West Liang Kingdom, there is an unknown barren mountain on the left side of the fish and grain road. According to legend, this place is the ancient battlefield of the previous dynasty, and the land is built into Jingguan. Over the years, the wind and sun are blowing, sand and dust are accumulated, and there is a little thin soil. Perhaps because of the strong yin energy, the ground is full of yellow and yellow weeds, and even wild sheep and horses have taken the detour, which is very unlucky.

On a midsummer night, the scholar traveled to Bi Fang to search for immortals and visit the road. He missed the time and could not go up to the village or down to the shop. He looked up at the wilderness in the wilderness and saw a little wildfire on the road left and the road. He guessed that someone should be running away quickly.

There are many thunderstorms in summer, and it is right at the right time. The sky is thundering, and the black clouds are pressing down on the black clouds, like thousands of troops galloping in. A sultry water vapor surges. The scholar was panicked and grabbed the laces of the bookcase with both hands, running as fast as a wheel.

The wildfire was getting closer and closer, and You Bifang had good eyesight. Seeing the blurry light and shadow, it showed the outline of a deserted temple. He was surprised and happy, but he did not dare to relax at all.

When they rushed to the front, the scholar saw a pile of wildfires, surrounded by big bearded men, mountain tourists, and monks who were traveling around. They were silent and the fire was divided into three directions, northeast, west and north, and they should have been unfamiliar with each other. They were relieved. They were worried that the rain clouds were approaching behind them, but they still raised their spirits and rushed into the ruined temple before talking.

The big man with a beard was wearing black soap clothes and a pair of thick-soled official boots under his feet. He was obviously not a man in the martial arts world. He had a leather bag around his waist, which was a bit slippery. He sat cross-legged with his legs and an iron ruler was placed horizontally.

He saw a white-faced scholar running from afar, probably to hide from the rain. Logically, he should get up to greet him, but at this moment he was looking around and could not give him decent.

The mountain guest who collected herbs was originally a descendant of Jingman who was sailing on the water. He had scales on the soles of his feet and was extremely watery. He smelled the water vapor in the air and was filled with darkness. His color was depressed and he was very happy. However, his face was not revealed, but he just closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.

Yunyou monk was wearing a white shirt, which was the best silk material. He traveled through mountains and rivers, slept in the wind and hung out in the open, but his color had not faded. He was obviously not an ordinary monk.

As soon as the scholar came to the gate of the ancient temple, he saw the falling plaque lying on the door post, worms and ants were eroded, and the pits were bumpy and mostly broken, as if they had been bitten by wild dogs. The damage was really serious, and only three big characters could be seen vaguely, Prajna Temple!

You Bifang had the ability to watch the monument, and remembered the name of the ancient temple in his heart, rushed forward through the mountain gate, and rushed into the temple. When his front foot crossed the knee-high threshold, a thunder sounded thunder rose up, and the magnificent lightning was as thick as a thousand-year-old tree. It was near the foot of the mountain, illuminating the sky and the earth, as bright as daytime.

Unexpectedly, the three people in the temple had no surprise on their faces. The scene fell into the eyes of the scholar who was raising their hearts. They couldn't help but stumble. They knocked their backs for a moment, and their feet couldn't help but stagnate for a moment.

Thunder sounded in the sky, rolling and patrolling, sweeping back and forth. At first, there were a few raindrops as big as yellow millet, crackling and hitting the glazed tiles on the roof of the temple. Soon, heavy rain fell violently, and the sky was dark, like a black pot pressing down. The rain curtain was dense, and even the mountain gate not far away could not be seen.

You Bifang looked embarrassed. In order to hide from the rain, he still gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and took the courage to walk in with a pretentious look.

The three of them sat in three directions, only closest to the entrance of the ruined temple, and the location in the south was still empty. For some reason, the scholar who was sent to the school did not sit down, but instead bypassed the herbicide and sat directly beside the man with a beard.

When the monk Yunyou saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly applauded the scholar's actions, and secretly praised the blessing to his heart, but chanted: "Good, good, good! If you have fate but no fate, it's all in one thought. If you have good thoughts, you will be blessed. If you have evil thoughts, you are afraid of retribution, and you will be not far away!"

The big man with a beard was naturally very satisfied when he saw the scholar willing to get close to him. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at him wearing a light green Confucian shirt. He was obviously fame and fame. I am afraid that it is more than a child, and he might be a scholar. He is willing to add a bargaining chip to his side and is even more happy.

The mountain guest, who was collecting herbs, found that the qi behind him suddenly changed. It was obviously the scholar who was walking around. However, he sat between the wandering monk and the man with a beard, obviously alienating himself. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. After a moment, he realized that he was too stingy. After laughing, he remained silent.

When You Bifang listened to the words of the monk in white, he felt that there was something faintly Zen in it, which seemed ridiculous, but in fact it was a little bit of a wake-up call. He was obviously not a bad person, and he felt a sense of responsibility in his heart.

He was originally a scholar who admired the immortals and was free and went to the mountains to seek immortals and seek Taoism. Although he was not very familiar with monks, he still knew that there were many people with great wisdom and courage in monks. Although he was not a pilgrim who respected the Three Jewels, he still respected the monks quite respected. He put his hands together and bowed.

Yunyou monk was happy, and he was greeted by the scholar with a calm expression. He smiled and said, "My monk is a magic monk who travels around the world. A few days ago, I heard that the village man mentioned that this place was the battlefield of the previous dynasty, and the tomb of a famous general was a bit supernatural, so I came to see it. I never thought that the storm and thunderstorm suddenly came. I didn't want to rush in the rain, so I could only sit here and settle down for a while."

The scholar who came to pay his respects replied: "It should be like this, it should be like this! Heavy rains in summer occur frequently, and I don't know when it suddenly starts. How far is the rain? It's still safe and steady. Master Cizhou's consideration is very carefully and admires it!"

At this moment, the sound of golden swords and iron horses sounded outside the temple. It moved like water and disappeared in an instant, leaving nowhere, and the news disappeared.

The herb collecting mountain man's face tightened, and he couldn't help looking back, but only the slight rain color covered everything. When he came to his senses, he did not mention the man who was bearded and traveling monks, and even the scholar who came to his studies looked over. He knew that he had missed his appearance, and smiled embarrassedly, and did not dare to talk nonsense.

You Bifang was a wonderful man, who looked like he was listening, and then spoke slowly, "On the right side of Xiayu Grain Road, Gao Laozhuang, the native of Gao Laozhuang, whose surname was You and his name was Bifang, was well-read during his youth. He once read a lot of books in an unknown ancient book. He saw this in a record of an unknown ancient book:... The world has magnets, the north and the south are poles, time is floating and glimpsed, and thunder is the secretary... Ask the doctor of the Five Classics, and explains that there are magnets and mines underground, and the heaven and earth are thundering, and the supreme cardinal operation can intercept the fragments of time, and when the thunder and lightning are lit in the future, they will shine one by one."

Although this explanation is a bit bizarre, it is not without foundation. Yunyou Monk Cizhou once saw it with his own eyes. He nodded and smiled: "Tan Yue is indeed well-read. There is something wrong with the world, and this is the only thing he said!"

The man with a beard originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that the monk Yunyou was in such an attitude, he was so excited. He just slightly said that he had a certain recognition and his attitude was extremely correct.
Chapter completed!