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

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 natural moat cliff at sunset.

The cliffs on the left and right are like cutting, towering into the clouds, and there is only a steep slope 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."

Old Zhang Tou pressed the shackle and introduced to Zhang Ming.

They often travel between the two places and have rich experience, so Zhang Ming, Qingquan and others naturally have no opinion.

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

"Daoist Qing Hui, 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 practice 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 the meditation method of joy, and the practice 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 hurriedly 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.

"Daoist 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 held 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 the palm, and said gratefully and shyly.

Zhang Ming shook his head: "It's Qingquan who offended you, and the poor road is just a gesture of effort, as compensation. The poor road has not thanked Miss Yin Xue a lot."

Later, she really did not embarrass Qingquan anymore.

"The Daoist's words are serious."

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

Zhang Ming was a little moved by her reciprocation.

He raised the cuffs that had been torn apart 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 the poor road will sew them up by himself."

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

Yin Xue has an outgoing personality. She goes straight to her. She reaches out and grabs his sleeve and says, "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, as if leaving.

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

Yin Xue hugged her coat and didn't leave, but hesitated for a moment and 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 the young lady, can I go to Zhuoguang Mountain to find you? What should I do to worship the 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 stars twinkling 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 very big, and 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 certainty."

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.

"Daoist... Is this rejecting yourself?"

She felt a pain in her heart, and said with red eyes: "Daoist Qing Hui, I understand. However, when I really return one day, I believe that my heart is certain..."

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

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

For the first time, the girl seemed to think 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 emerged from the outside and asked.

"roll!"

The bright light of the knife flashed in the night.

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

Bai Yao showed her head from behind, opened Zhang Yinya, and asked, "Master, I saw that woman chop you up 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 while, and suddenly blew in the direction of Qingquan, the latter's ears froze.

"Hee hee, Master, I'm sleeping!"

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

...

At this moment, above the first-line gorge.

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

A young man with a long sword said.

On the cliff ahead, stood a middle-aged monk with slender arms and wearing a yellow robe.

"No hurry, let's wait for someone else."

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

The young man stood not far away.

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 to be alert: "Who is it!?"

Zen 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 younger brother Anyang King is gone, and his breath has disappeared, can you see it?"

The golden-eyed man asked coldly.

He looks like he is twenty years younger than King Anyang, but he calls King Anyang his younger brother. I'm 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 young man listening in turned pale, Long Yangfeng? This person turned out to be a member of the Hehuan Demon Sect! ?

However, Xiaohanshan Temple and Hehuan Demon Sect...

Before he could understand it, 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 waste of Yijianmen? Oh, by the way, their intelligence ability is good."

Saying that, his wrist tightened.

"Crack."