Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 77 The Acacia Demon Sect's Color Envoy [An Lan]

  Jinshan Temple goes in the direction of Nanling City, as long as you pass through a natural cliff barrier, you can reach Nanling City.

  Due to the delay of the snake demon blocking the road, they arrived at this cliff at sunset.

   The cliffs on the left and right are like cutting, towering into the clouds, with only a steep **** gap of less than two meters in the middle.

   "Master Qinghui, the front line is the first-line gorge. But it's getting late today, we plan to camp here for a day, and continue to set off tomorrow morning."

   Lao Zhang pressed his head against the robe and introduced to Zhang Ming.

   They often travel between the two places and have rich experience. Naturally, Zhang Ming and Qingquan have no opinions.

  So, everyone settled down, and in a blink of an eye, night fell, and there were only insects chirping softly in the deep mountains.

   "Master Qinghui, are you asleep?"

   Guo Xiang asked softly from outside the tent.

   Zhang Ming woke up from the meditation and said, "Miss Xiang'er, please come in, what's the matter?"

   Guo Xiang walked into the tent, crossed her two little hands in a tangled state, and summoned up her courage to ask, "Daoist Qing Hui, do you think there is a double cultivation method in Buddhism?"

   It turned out that she was asking about Huanxi Zen Gong.

  Zhang Ming pretended to be ignorant and explained: "Buddhist has always had a meditation method of joy, which is the way of yin and yang.

   Guo Xiang murmured: "But I'm only sixteen...let's talk about it when I grow up..."

   Zhang Ming didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

  Guo Xiang quickly took two steps back, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, Daoist Qing Hui, take a rest!"

   She turned around, opened the tent door and left.

   "Master Qing Hui, are you asleep?"

   Not long after, another voice asked.

   Zhang Ming opened his eyes and said, "Is it Miss Yin Xue, Pindao didn't sleep, please come in."

   Sure enough, Yin Xue was holding the knife valiantly, but walked in with a gloomy face.

   "Master, thank you for sewing clothes for me last time."

   She touched the position of her chest, remembered the temperature on that palm, and said gratefully and shyly.

  Zhang Ming shook his head: "It was Qingquan who offended you, and Pindao is just a little effort, as compensation. Pindao hasn't thanked Miss Yin Xue a lot."

   Later, she really didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

   "The Daoist's words are heavy."

  Yin Xue said quickly, "By the way, I saw a hole in your cuff during the day. I went to Lao Zhangtou to learn some needlework. Shall I help you mend your sleeve?"

   Zhang Ming was moved by her reciprocation.

   He raised the cuffs that had been smashed by the robbery, and said with a smile: "Miss Yin Xue, it's such a trivial matter, why bother you, get some needles and thread, and Pindao will sew them up by himself."

   "Well then, just leave the little things to me."

  Yin Xue is outgoing and straight, reaching out to grab his sleeve and saying, "Take it off, I'll take it back and sew it up, and I'll bring it to you later."

   At this moment, the tent door was opened, revealing Qingquan's head, and shouted: "Senior brother..."

   Immediately, he was stunned: "Female violence... violent."

   He looked at the posture of the two of them undressing, and instantly understood something, and said embarrassingly: "I'm fine...cough, brother, you continue...continue!"

   He lowered the tent door and seemed to be leaving.

   Zhang Ming was a little embarrassed, so he had to take off his coat, hand it to Yin Xue, and said, "That's work."

  Yin Xue hugged her coat and did not leave, but hesitated for a while, then asked, "Daoist Qing Hui, I remember you said the other day that we can worship at Lingshu Temple..."

   "If, if one day, I don't have to protect Miss, can I go to Zhuoguang Mountain to find you? What should I do to worship in Lingshu Temple?"

   Zhang Ming was stunned.

  This is the real purpose of her coming here tonight.

   He looked at the woman with a pretty face, and there seemed to be sparkling stars in her eyes.

   "I have rescued her many times, but I won't let her..."

   Zhang Ming pondered secretly, and at this moment, he understood the mind of the girl in front of him.

   "Miss Yin Xue, this world is huge, but the spiritual view is very small. What you see now may not be what you really want. You will meet more people and things in the future."

   He shook his head, finally persuading.

   "If one day, you come back after thousands of sails, and still want to come to my spiritual center, you can naturally come to find me. But, you will eventually understand one thing."

   "Meeting is just an accident, parting is the norm, and everything in the world comes and goes with its certain number."

   Zhang Ming looked at her and smiled, "Life is like a lonely journey. All the splendor in life will eventually be repaid with loneliness. You don't have to care too much."

   Yin Xue was a little stunned.

   "Master... Is this rejecting yourself?"

   She felt a pain in her heart, and said with red eyes: "Daoist Master Qinghui, I understand. But one day, when I really come back, I think my heart is certain..."

  Yin Xue hugged her warm clothes, turned around, pressed her chest against the blade, and dropped a sentence.

   "Please also ask the Taoist priest... to accept me into the Spiritual Pivot View!"

   The girl seemed to think for the first time that time will not heal anyone, only company can amaze time.

   She opened the tent door and left.

   There is a faint fragrance of Taoist robes in front of the nose.

   "Female... Miss Yin Xue, hey, why are you crying? Ah... Senior brother, did he really bully you?"

  Qingquan came out of the outside and asked.

"roll!"

  The sharp knife light flashed in the night.

  Qingquan touched the broken hair beside his ear, and his whole body trembled with fright: "Hmph, so fierce, I definitely won't be able to get married!"

  Bai Yao showed her head from behind, opened her silver teeth, and asked, "Master, I saw that woman cut you down just now, do you want me to go over and bite her into pieces?"

  Qingquan glared at her: "What nonsense, we are joking, don't hurt people at will!"

   "Is that so..."

  Bai Yao tilted her head to think for a moment, and suddenly blew in the direction of Qingquan, the latter's ears froze.

   "Hehe, Master, I'm sleeping!"

   Qingquan stretched out his hand to touch the other side, and the bun was also cut off. For a time, he wanted to cry without tears.

  …

   At this moment, above the first-line gorge.

   "Chan Master Huiyan, the mountain col where the firelight rose is where they set up their camp."

   said a young man with a long sword.

On the cliff in front of   , a middle-aged monk with slender arms and wearing a yellow robe stood with his hands behind his back.

   "No hurry, we'll wait for someone else."

  Huiyan Zen Master looked down at the line of gorge and said.

   The youth stood not far away with hands in hand.

   For a long time, there seemed to be a breeze blowing on the cliff.

   There was a flower in front of him, and there was one more person on the other side.

   The young man drew his sword and stood guard: "Who is it!?"

   Chan Master Huiyan waved his hand to him and asked, "Longyang Peak, the envoy of color, An Lan?"

   The young man looked up and saw that the person standing opposite turned out to be a handsome man with golden eyes.

   "Hui Yan, my brother Anyang King is gone, and his breath has disappeared, can you see it?"

  The man with golden eyes asked coldly.

   He looks like he is twenty years younger than King Anyang, but he calls King Anyang his younger brother. I am afraid he is an old monster with some kind of secret technique.

  Hui Yan shook his head and replied, "Isn't he always inseparable with Senior Brother Hui An?"

   "Forget it, why did you call me this time?"

  An Lan glanced at him, showed a cold and arrogant smile, and asked, "Have you figured it out, you want to come to my Longyang Peak to practice the two-yang Kaitai technique?"

  The youth who was listening in turned pale, Longyang Peak? This person turned out to be a member of the Hehuan Demon Sect! ?

  But, Xiaohanshan Temple and Hehuan Demon Sect…

   Before he could understand, he saw the golden-eyed man across from him stretch out his hand and grab the young man's neck.

   "Why did you come out with the trash of Yijianmen? Oh, by the way, their intelligence ability is good."

   said, his wrist tightened.

   "Crack."

   (end of this chapter)