Super Monk

"The Yuan emperor of the previous generation, huangfulie, has been in the tomb of Zhenwu for a long time, but the Yuan emperor of this generation has not been elected. I don't know if there will be any trouble about the Yuan emperor!" Zhao Fugui said to himself.

"Then go and see what's going on!" Zhao Fugui reaches for a little bit of the jade medal, and then the lines of Dharma array appear under his feet. In a flash, Zhao Fugui's figure disappears into his small cave.

When Zhao Fugui opened his eyes, the light of the Dharma array dissipated, and his eyes had turned into darkness. It was already dark. Zhao Fugui looked around. It seemed like a barren mountain. There was no light in the distance, so there should be no one living there.

On the hillside of the mountain, there is a dilapidated temple. The dilapidated temple seems to have been uninhabited for a long time.

Bursts of cold air appeared from the darkness. Zhao Fugui looked down. His feet were covered with snow. The thick snow had gone beyond the instep of his feet. It had snowed here.

Zhao Fugui took a look at the broken temple, and then walked directly to the broken temple. Now it's dark, and he doesn't know where it is. Zhao Fugui is going to have a rest for a night.

The temple has been in disrepair for a long time, but in the middle of the temple there is a fire that has been burning for more than half of the time. It seems that the fire has been extinguished for a long time. It should have been left by the people who had been sleeping here before.

Zhao Fugui hit out a thunder, and an electric light fell on the fire. With a bang, the fire started to burn, and the light heat dispersed the cold.

Zhao Fugui lit the fire, then sat on the ground with his knees crossed, and began to contemplate the general outline of the fourth form of the Tathagata God palm. It was easier to practice the Tathagata God palm than the Tianhe sword Sutra. Even for Zhao Fugui, it was difficult to understand the Tianhe sword Sutra, so his practice of the Tianhe sword sutra was much slower.

Sitting cross legged in the middle of the broken temple, I thought about the Tianhe sword Sutra. I don't know how long later, a sound of footsteps from far to near began to ring slowly.

In the forest outside the temple, it seems that many people are advancing in the snow, and soon came to the outside of the temple.

"It's too cold. It's snowy. There's a mountain temple in front of us. Let's go in and have a rest. Let's wait until daybreak!" Outside the mountain god temple, a group of people dressed up came.

There are men and women in this group, old and young. Most of them are dressed up in strong clothes. They are also carrying all kinds of weapons, and some of them are carrying some salutes.

"Ah, after all, the old man is no older than he was in those years. Now, after walking on a snowy night, he feels that his hands and feet are stiff and it's hard to move on!" An old man shook his head and said.

As soon as the old man made a sound, many people nodded and agreed. After all, it was difficult to walk in the middle of the cold night. In addition, it was dark, and people didn't want to go on.

"Well, take a night's rest in the mountain temple, and wait until dawn!" When the leader saw that everyone didn't want to leave, he nodded and said.

He walked a few steps to the mountain temple, and found that there was a fire in the mountain temple. The leader was shocked when he saw the fire.

"There's a fire in the temple. Be careful. I'll go first and have a look!" The leader took out the knife and leaned over to the temple gate warily. Others did the same and pulled out their weapons.

The leader warily pushed open the shabby wooden door of the mountain temple and looked inside. Then he saw Zhao Fugui sitting on his knees beside the fire.

"Someone is a Taoist!"

Most of the friars in the five dragon hall wear Taoist robes. The others are similar to Taoist robes. Zhao Fugui's clothes are the same. Although they are not Taoist robes, they are more similar to Taoist robes. Obviously, the leader is wrong.

The leader said hello. Some of the others looked outside the mountain temple, and the rest entered the mountain temple.

"The Taoist priest is repairing. Please be careful. Don't disturb the Taoist priest!" The middle-aged leader breathed a sigh of relief, waved and whispered to the others.

As long as you don't meet mountain bandits, enemies, gods and moon, you can't be a mountain bandit because of the high status of Taoist in this world.

When these people entered the temple, they gathered together in groups of three or five. They were not close to each other. Obviously, they should not be together. They might just be a temporary team.

Many people silently took out dry food, baked it in the fire and ate it. Some people found some wood in the broken temple and put it into the fire to make the fire more vigorous.

Basically, these people don't talk. Many people seem to be thinking silently. It seems that something must have happened to them, and it's not easy to solve it.

Zhao Fugui knew that they were coming, but none of them could threaten him. He did not bother to talk to them and continued to think about the fourth form of the Buddha's palm.

But adults can not speak in the broken temple on this cold night, but only children. A few children seem to know the rules, but after a while, some children can't help it."Grandfather, why does the Taoist priest sit there all the time and don't talk?" A girl who looked like she was only five or six years old pulled an old man's sleeve and whispered.

"Don't disturb Taoist cultivation!" The old man glared at the little girl and said.

"The Taoist priest dares to walk alone in this barren mountain. He must have a good cultivation!" Someone said in a low voice. As soon as he said this, others looked at Zhao Fugui. All the powerful Taoists in the world are orthodox.

"Don't say more. It has nothing to do with us. It's hard to walk on a snowy night. We're here to rest. We have to go early tomorrow morning!" The leading middle-aged man said with a cough.

As soon as he said this, people were silent again. Many people looked ugly and obviously thought of their own situation. In their current situation, they didn't have time to care about others.

But at this time, there was a knock on the door of the mountain temple.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of knocking on the door seemed to knock at the bottom of people's hearts, which made people in the mountain temple suddenly surprised.

"Who?" The leading middle-aged man in the group stood up fiercely, held the knife tightly in his hand and said, others also stood up and nervously looked at the entrance of the mountain temple.

There were two people outside the door. One was a young woman in a cloak, not more than 25 years old, and the other was a lean, hunchbacked old man, but he had a strong breath and was a good hand.