Is He Really The Protagonist?

The air humidity inside the Lianyun Mountains is high, and the mountainous terrain has a strong lifting effect on warm and humid air. As the altitude increases, the temperature decreases. The temperature difference between the mountains and down the mountains in the morning is greater than at other times.

So when they turned their attention away from the sun in the distance, they saw the mist-shrouded mountains behind them.

The continuous mountains are endless and the clouds and mists are intertwined together, as if they form a white continent or a white ocean, and the small exposed hills are islands and reefs.

As the sun passed over the top of the mountain where they were, and shone into the mountains behind them, the white ocean began to fall apart, and the bodies of those mountain peaks became looming.

Mountain after mountain, mountain after river (cough, sorry, I sang it accidentally)

At this time, the mountains seemed to be wearing white gauze skirts, with only the upper body exposed, looking into the distance. The beautiful dresses gave these usually unsmiling mountains a bit of cuteness and a bit of shyness.

Under the direct sunlight, the temperature difference between the mountain and the mountain is constantly decreasing, and the cute 'little white dress' is like a little sheep facing a vicious wolf, being torn apart bit by bit.

It's just that the three of them didn't have time to see the scenery under the skirts of these mountain peaks.

"Master, do we still have something to eat if we go down now?"

When going down the mountain, Tang Yubing asked Xiao Bosheng worriedly.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already past seven o'clock. I shook my head and said, "It should be gone."

"Ah, then don't we have to be hungry in the morning?"

"No." Xiao Posheng denied it without any hesitation. Before Tang Yubing's happy expression could be fully formed, he continued: "Let's go back to bed and get up at 10:40 to brush our teeth and wash our face, and have lunch at 11 o'clock. No need at all. Worry about being hungry in the morning.”

"..."

Tang Yubing couldn't look back at him because she was going down the mountain, so Xiao Bosheng couldn't see her expression, but judging from her silent response, he could guess it.

"Just kidding, I bought some bread yesterday just in case we missed meal time."

"That's good."

After returning to the temple, the three of them went to the dining hall to take a look, but the doors were closed.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, Tang Yubing still couldn't hide his disappointment: "There's no leftovers."

Recalling what the discussion group saw, Xiao Posheng explained: "It may be long, but there won't be any left. Not many people came yesterday, so there was no special registration of how many people would eat.

The Huotou monk will cook according to the check-in registration. The vegetarian meals for us pilgrims include one breakfast per person and two lunch and dinner per person. The monks will register how much to eat for each meal.

But in this case, some pilgrims skip breakfast, and some eat less for lunch and dinner, so there usually won't be much left, and the extra food will be eaten by other monks who don't plan to eat that much. "

As if he thought of something, he added seriously: "You only ate one bowl last night, so there is no problem if I eat three bowls."

"In the end, there is no need to explain this sentence."

Returning to the guest house, the corridor was deserted, and there was no sound from other rooms. Du Xue was a little surprised: "I remember there were seven or eight pilgrims staying in besides us, but there was no sound at all."

"Those people usually come to practice, and they should be chanting sutras now. If they come to travel, they usually go to the place where the monks practice after watching the sunrise."

Xiao Bosheng's words aroused the curiosity of the two of them: "What's fun about that? Can you watch the monks practice?"

"You can't watch the practice process, but you can watch them compete and compete. There will be a ring there every morning, and the monks will take turns to compete and test each other's recent practice results."

"Is this a real fight?"

Looking at Tang Yubing with curiosity almost overflowing from his eyes, Xiao Bosheng was a little speechless: "It's a discussion, it's an exchange."

"Like in those martial arts movies?"

"The movements are not that flashy."

"Then let's go see it after we finish eating."

"good."

"Master, hurry up."

"What's the rush? It's been there all morning. A layman like you will get bored after a while."

Tang Yubing looked disdainful: "Perhaps you are an expert."

Xiao Bosheng opened the door to his room, looked back at the two of them, and smiled: "Not only am I an expert, I am also proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts."

Perhaps shocked by his confidence, Tang Yubing was speechless for a while.

When he walked into the room, Xue Qiang was still lying on the bed sleeping Zhengxiang. He ignored her, opened his backpack, and took out the things he had bought and put in the bag one by one.

"Master, you're an expert with thin arms and legs." After coming back to his senses, Tang Yubing retorted with disbelief, and then his attention was attracted by what Xiao Posheng took out.

Toast bread, sandwich jam bread, red date cake, spicy dried fish, fruit milk, spicy strips, two cans of cat fish, peaches, cantaloupe, various lollipops, a fruit knife, several plastic bowls, and a solar energy A power bank, a three-pronged data cable, a bundle of string, a multifunctional knife, and a small portable cutting board.

Ignoring her doubts, he put the power bank, data cable and string into his backpack: "It's a pity, I can only put so much in the bag, otherwise I would have to bring a few buckets of instant noodles."

Listening to his regretful voice, Tang Yubing and Du Xue looked at each other and lowered their heads. Their bags only contained clothes, cosmetics and selfie sticks.

In such a comparison, among the three of them, it seems that they are just out for fun, while Xiao Posheng is in charge of logistics.

"Wait a minute, what does this string mean?"

"Ah, if you want to explore in the inaccessible mountains, and we happen to get lost, this thing can be used as a survival tool."

"..." Tang Yubing looked at him speechlessly: "Why should we go to an inaccessible place?"

"Who knows, isn't it like this in TV dramas and novels? So I made some preparations. You can get what you want to eat, that's all. I'll cut the cantaloupe."

"What TV show?"

""The Temptation of Returning to the Village: I don't want to go home even if I don't have money""

"???"

Du Xue suddenly became interested: "That urban emotional drama series that was particularly popular in the past few years? I have watched all four of them."

"Yes." He peeled and cut the cantaloupe into pieces with one hand and put it into a plastic bowl. Unfortunately, both of them were attracted by his words and were completely unaware of his beautiful knife skills.

"I've only watched this one, not the other ones."

Of course he didn't watch this, it was Blue Star's Xiao Bosheng who watched it. Of course, he didn't watch it out of boredom. The dubbing work during that period was related to this drama. He had just got the job at that time, so he watched it very seriously. This is the end of this bloody large-scale love ethics series.

In my heart, I mourned for Xiao Bosheng's eyes and heart for a few seconds. Oh no, those are my eyes and heart now.

My thoughts were confused, but my hands were not messed up at all. I took out a few toothpicks and stabbed them on the cantaloupe. I pushed the plastic bowl to the two of them, and I opened the toast piece by piece and ate it.

"That's it." Du Xue looked a little regretful.

Xiao Bosheng still underestimated the appetite of these two people, maybe because they didn't eat enough last night. Except for canned cats and lollipops, all other food went into the stomachs of the three of them.

Xue Qiang was also woken up and ate a canned cat in dissatisfaction. Then he lay in Xiao Bosheng's arms and acted coquettishly. Tang Yubing looked away unhappily.

Du Xue still didn't give up and wanted to touch the snow gun. In order to avoid it, the snow gun had no choice but to leave Xiao Bosheng's arms. Tang Yubing happily ate the last piece of cantaloupe.

After breakfast, I drank some water, put the snow gun in my hat, and walked towards the backyard of the temple with the two girls.

Passing through the path on the side of the Main Hall, passing through the small door to the summit platform and continuing forward, walking along a short slope, there is a quiet grove on both sides of the road, but Xiao Bosheng does not know what kind of tree is planted.

After turning the last corner on the ramp, what you see is a square that is slightly smaller than the square in front of the Main Hall, or it may be more appropriately called a platform.

There are stone guardrails built on the east, west and south sides of the platform. To the north is the last courtyard of the temple. A low wall blocks the view, but Xiao Bosheng knows that inside is the temple's scripture collection pavilion and the place where monks practice martial arts.

There is a road going down the mountain to the west of the square. Along the road is cultivated land. Generally, only monks can walk this road.

In addition, there is a wooden platform in the small square, about one meter high and covering an area of ​​about 20 square meters.

There is a large wooden frame on one side of the wooden platform, with various weapons on it. There are more than a dozen monks and two pilgrims surrounding the platform. On the platform, there are two monks in plain clothes fighting.

The two of them each held a short stick with eyebrows, and they came and went. The sound of the sticks clashing echoed in the small square.