The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 22
In the end, silence was silent, talking to himself was too boring, he missed the little fox very much, the little fox is much more interesting than the wood in front of him, such vivid emotions are rare in the world.What's more, he can see that his little junior brother only became popular when Xu Qingqing was around. From a high-ranking Buddhist disciple to an ordinary person who is happy and angry, the little junior brother's love calamity is coming, he doesn't intend to say, Ascetics have to go through love and calamity. There are nine brothers and sisters, each with their own destiny, and each with their own ending. In the end, it's just their own choices. Why bother to get involved.

The road is rarely quiet.

It's not that Ji Mie didn't think to say a few words on the way, he might be bored to death by anyone else, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Ji Kong.Just because he can't help Jikong, no matter how much he has always been heartless, he doesn't dare to think about it.

Three days passed in a flash. In the early morning, Ji Mie Yu drove down with golden auspicious clouds, and Ji Kong looked a little surprised in front of him. It was the first time he saw such a scenery after he had traveled many places.

The tall ancient trees are towering, the branches are tangled and thick, unknown rattans hang around like forest pythons, and even the weeds on the ground are thriving.

"Ji Mie, are you sure it's here?" Ji Kong couldn't help questioning seeing that there was no way around.

"This..." Ji Mie also hesitated a little, although it was impossible for him to remember the wrong place, but the place in front of him did seem to be uninhabited.

The two looked at each other, planning to go to the cloud to search again.

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and the layers of ancient wood moved away. The white pedals extended from the depths of the ancient wood forest to their feet, and there were footsteps not far away. There are colorful sachets hanging on the belt, dark blue cloth strips wrapped around the head, and the exotic clothes are full of exotic sentiments.

The two looked at the group of people very defensively. Miaojiang is located in the depths of the miasma forest, surrounded by snakes and scorpions, poisonous flowers and weeds are mixed, so the folk customs of large and small villages are very aggressive, and because they hardly leave Miaojiang, it is extremely extreme. Exclusive, and ascetics have nothing to do with poisonous insects, so even though these are mortals, the two of them dare not take it lightly.

The people who came stood in a triangle shape, the leader was a young man with a handsome face, but there was a huge silver ring hanging by his ear, which was different from that of a Central Plains man.

The leading young man made an invitation gesture with unfamiliar Central Plains etiquette, and said bluntly: "Please."

The two of them turned their minds secretly at the moment, but they nodded and agreed, no matter what happened, they must enter this Miaojiang.

Seeing this, the young man turned around and said something in Miao language, the people behind me look at you, you look at me, without moving, a man who was three points stronger than the young man in the lead said, The rest of the people started yelling, their voices getting louder and louder, the young man's complexion became unwell, he suppressed his anger and said something, the voices behind him gradually faded to nothingness, several people reluctantly moved out of the way.

The young man in the lead turned around halfway, and stammered a few words: "Forgive me." After all, he was young, and his face was still full of anger.

One of Jikong understood and the other didn't understand, but they didn't pay attention at all. People don't care about the provocation of ants, and lions don't keep company with mosquitoes. They have no strength.So they didn't care about walking to the depths of the ancient forest on their own.

Seeing this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, gave the person behind him a hard look, and followed closely.

The Miaojiang people at the back looked at each other, and the man who was stronger than the leading young man snorted coldly and followed, and then the rest of them followed, and a group of people gradually disappeared in the depths of the ancient forest. place.

Walking along the white pedals all the way, calm and stable, if you change to a suspicious person, you may not know what you will think, after all, there are frequent exotic flowers and animals in Miaojiang, it will be okay if there is any accident, such quietness makes people suspicious .

But Ji Kong and the others didn't care. In the face of absolute strength, any ghosts and ghosts are nothing but child's tricks. If they are used, they will only make people laugh.No matter how big it is, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover.

"Huh." Ji Mie whispered, showing surprise, the scene in front of him was too familiar.He has been to countless places, with beautiful mountains and rivers, deserts with lonely sun, rushing rivers, dangerous peaks and steep rocks, strange and magnificent, lonely mountains and simple villages.The sights he saw in the places he passed were innumerable, and it was rare for him to be familiar with them. He didn't say anything about them, he just secretly made a lot of them.

Ji Kong followed behind Ji Mie, and naturally heard Ji Mie's low cry, he tightly held the emerald green Buddha beads left by Xu Qingqing in his hand, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The people behind didn't know how much thought these two had put into walking the distance, and they saw that the two walked through the ancient forest like a stroll in a garden, with a carefree attitude.And although they all looked quite tall, with tangled muscles, they were panting like cows with exhaustion, like old dogs on the verge of death.Because they are extremely disliked except for the leading young people, and they seem to be walking unhappily, giving people the illusion that they can pass by just walking two steps quickly, so they went from striding at the beginning to trotting at the end. They ran wildly, but they didn't realize that the two figures were neither far nor close, neither fast nor slow, exactly two steps away from them.

"Hmph, you two monks finally know to stop." The man who was somewhat stronger than the leading young man gasped and said unsteadily, without thinking about why the two monks stopped. There is no two reasons why they would not say such things, it is just that Ji Kong and the others arrived at the village, and an old man stood at the entrance of the village.

"Shut up and go back to your own house." The old man looked at the young man he had been optimistic about and yelled loudly. He couldn't help but rejoice that the position of patriarch was passed to the man who was not the best in hunting.

"Yes, old patriarch." The ten or so young people responded weakly, and then walked into their respective houses like bereaved dogs, closing the doors and windows tightly.

It turned out that all the houses in the village had their doors and windows closed, as if they were defending against something.

Ji Kong and Ji Mie didn't notice such a trivial matter. Since they stopped, they began to look at the old man standing at the entrance of the village. Wrapped with a strip of black cloth, the years have carved deep marks on his face, his face is as wrinkled as a dry orange peel, his cloudy eyes are dull, and only one round can prove that he is still alive, and he looks dull He was on the ground, very unresponsive, holding a copper pipe in his right hand, no different from an ordinary dying old man.Only the occasional flashes of light in the cloudy old eyes and the huge and simple earring on his left ear can prove that he is by no means as simple as his appearance, he is by no means an ordinary old man, and the two of them made such a judgment almost instantly.

When they looked at the old man, why didn't the old man look at them.

One of them was wearing a moon-white monk's robe with no cloak on his body. The monk's robe may have been worn for a long time and looked a bit old and dilapidated. He had no ring scar on his head and no monk's shoes on his feet. The space is the indifference of the world and everything.

The other monk was dressed in ocher monk robes and brocade cassocks, with a wicked smile on his lips, but he formed a solemn and precious appearance, just like a Buddha's son, making people feel happy when they see him like a spring breeze.

The old man secretly wondered, the face of this person in front of him was extremely familiar, like someone who left without saying goodbye 50 years ago, but he couldn't guarantee that it was really that person, after all, he was too young at that time, and his memory was limited, and now he is too old, I can't remember many things.

The old man tentatively said, "It's Master Nirvana."

Ji Mie stepped forward and readily agreed, and asked him graciously if he could help a little bit.But in my heart, I was wondering how the old man knew his name, because it is extremely difficult for anyone to know him in this closed Miaojiang, and even if they did, after 50 years, they might not be there, after all, mortals.

"It's really you, it's too late, please save Saintess, I'll kneel down for you." The old man's thoughts changed, and he knelt down with his legs bent.

The two were silent, although saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but fate is determined by the sky, and even if they exist like them, they have to think about it.

Seeing that the family knelt down for a long time to no avail, a room in the village was opened, and a middle-aged woman came out with two children. She knelt down in tears, and kept saying, "Please save the holy lady, I will give you a hand." You kneel down, good people are rewarded, and you will live a long life."

The corners of Ji Mie's mouth twitched when he heard the words, why did these words sound like a curse.

"Please, save Saintess..."

"I beg you……"

Affected by the woman, the originally closed doors and windows were opened one by one, and more and more people came out of the house and knelt down to them, men and women, old and young, all wiping their tears.

The holy lady is so good, she shouldn't have gone so early.

A group of people saw that their begging was fruitless, but when they were about to kowtow, they found that they could not go on. Although they were surprised, they still begged in every possible way.

Ji Mie smiled wryly, knelt down and knelt down to his parents, except for these three, being bowed down by others for nothing will not only shorten his life, but also reduce his luck. Luck is a very magical thing. If you can meet the treasures of heaven and earth, you will be able to stuff your teeth with a drink of water if your luck is weak, and you will die when you reach a certain point.He could barely bear the crowd's kneeling, but he didn't have the skills to bear the crowd's kowtow, so he could only use magic to drag them out of thin air.

He turned his head to look at Jikong, Jikong's eyes were slightly closed, his lips moved slightly, and he looked like he was concentrating on chanting scriptures, only to say that it had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to rub his nose in embarrassment, and said to the villagers gently: "Everyone, please, the poor monk can't bear such a big gift. If you have anything to do, you can tell the poor monk in detail, so that the poor monk can help you a little bit."

The old man thought the same reason, did not get up, knelt down and said: "I don't know the specific situation, I only know that there was a news from the Nuwa Temple five months ago, saying that the holy lady has only half a year left to live. , only two monks could save her, everyone in Miaojiang made preparations early, but there has been no news, and now I finally waited for you, and lost my composure for a while." The old man spoke clearly and with substance.

(End of this chapter)