Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The first time she saw the doctor, she was very happy.

In the First People's Hospital of the city, Su Qinghe looked at Ye Ronghua lying on the bed, tears in her eyes, and asked worriedly: "Ronghua, how do you feel now?"

"Qinghe, I'm fine, don't worry." Seeing Su Qinghe's concern for him, Ye Ronghua was moved. Thinking about the ridiculous things he did when he was young, he felt sorry for Su Qinghe.

"It's good that you're fine, but don't rush to leave the hospital. Check it out. After all, you're old and don't have time. It's good to take care of yourself."

"Mom blames Ye Mo this time. If it weren't for Ye Mo, Dad wouldn't be so angry that he had to be hospitalized." Ye Sitong said with resentment on her face.

"Fourth sister, don't say that about Brother Ye Mo. Brother Ye Mo didn't mean it." Ye An looked like he was speaking for Ye Mo. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that Ye An was speaking the other way around, deliberately provoking Ye Sitong.

"Ye An, you are too kind. He broke your head, and you still say good things to him. Such kindness will only make Ye Mo, the beast, worse. You will suffer in the future."

Looking at Ye Sitong's angry look, Ye An felt proud in his heart, but he had to show a trace of grievance on his face, and reluctantly said: "I know, Fourth Sister."

"Is this right?"

"Sitong is right, Ye Mo is a beast." Then Ye Ronghua said gloomily: "A few days ago, Sichen mentioned that Ye Mo and Long Bazhi colluded to harm Sitong. I was a little suspicious. Now it seems that the little beast has colluded with Long Bazhi for a long time."

"Dad is right, and the cripple with one arm must be Long Bazhi's man, otherwise Ye Mo would not dare to be so arrogant." When Ye Sitong thought of what happened a year ago, she wanted to kill Ye Mo.

Su Qinghe, who had been silent, sighed and said, "It would be great if Ye Mo was half as sensible as Ye An."

Seeing her mother sigh, her father angry, and her brother aggrieved, Ye Sitong had a plan in her mind. Ye Mo, I will not let you have an easy time.

"Little Kunlun" is like a fairyland on earth. This is Ye Mo's plan. Lu Laogan and Zhang Cuihua got the spring water from here.

Although Ye Mo was tired all the way, the air in the mountains was clear, especially the closer to the source of the stream, the clearer the air was. It seemed that the inhaled air could wash away the impurities in the body, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

According to the map, the mountainside of Little Kunlun is the source of the spring water, namely the Emperor of Heaven Spring, Emperor of Earth Drink, and Emperor of Human Water. As for the names, it is unknown how many years they have been passed down, and it is even more impossible to verify who named them.

It has been more than two o'clock in the afternoon since Ye Mo climbed the mountain in the early morning, and finally reached the source of the spring water on the mountainside.

The mountain spring gurgles and flows, clear to the bottom, and the rippling water emits bursts of fragrance. The mist is diffused, like a veil lingering in the mountains, giving people a hazy and blurred feeling. All this is as beautiful and real as a dream, intoxicating, as if you are in a fairyland on earth.

Just as Ye Mo was sighing at the magic of the world, a lazy voice came from not far away.

Ye Mo looked over in the direction of the voice, and a vague figure was lying by the spring, snoring. The sound just now was actually the man's snoring.

Ye Mo was startled immediately. A closer look showed that the man was actually a monk, with only a few dry branches under him. Although the weather in April has turned warmer, it is still very cold, especially in the mountains, and next to the spring.

"Master, absolutely master, it is better not to disturb the master." Thinking of this, Ye Mo quietly walked to the other side of the spring.

"Everyone who comes from afar is a guest, and every encounter is fate. Why are you in such a hurry, little brother? How about sitting down and chatting?" Just when Ye Mo passed by the old monk, the old monk who was snoring loudly opened his eyes and sat up.

When Ye Mo saw the old monk sitting up, he knew that he couldn't leave, so he smiled and said, "Excuse me, Master?"

"Interesting, interesting, interesting." The old monk only glanced at Ye Mo and said nothing, but said three interesting words in a row.

"Master, what is interesting?" Ye Mo didn't take any chances, so he sat opposite the old monk, and then he could see the old monk's face clearly.

The old monk had a thin face, his wide monk's robe was washed white, his beard and eyebrows were all gray, and he looked at least 70 or 80 years old, but there was no incense scar on his bald head.

Looking at Ye Mo's slightly wrinkled eyebrows, the old monk smiled and said, "There is no Buddha in the world, all living beings are empty, wandering outside the world, I

I am a little monk."

"Master, you said there is no Buddha in the world, so why are you a little monk?" Ye Mo knew that the old monk wanted to test him.

"Little brother, don't you know that monks are not monks?" The old monk called Ye Mo a junior schoolmate, but not a donor. Is this the difference between monks and monks?

"Why?" Ye Mo also became interested. When the old charlatan was alive, the old and the young would talk about these things. Now that Ye Mo met the old monk, he also became interested.

"Little brother, I would like to ask, what is Tao, what is Tao, do you have the Jade Emperor and the Three Pure Ones in your Taoism?"

Ye Mo was shocked. The old monk in front of him was definitely a master. He knew at a glance that he was practicing Tao and realizing the Dharma. Although he didn't know what Tao and Dharma were, he had indeed learned from the old charlatan for more than ten years.

"Tao is the root of all things and the source of heaven and earth. Everything in the world is Tao, but it is not Tao."

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. "The old monk said three wonderful words in a row, and then continued: "Monks chant Buddha, but they are not Buddhas. Monks practice Dharma, but they do not get the Dharma, so all things are Buddhas, but they are not Buddhas."

"Then what is Buddha and what is Tao?"

The old monk slowly stood up and looked at the quiet spring water. After a long time, he said lightly: "Buddha is Tao, and all things are Dharma."

Then he grabbed Ye Mo's body and he was caught by the old monk in an instant. Then he heard the old monk say: "It is fate that we meet. I will give you a chance. I hope you can help my Buddhist lineage in the future. "

Then the old monk grabbed Ye Mo and jumped into the spring.

A ray of sunlight shone through the leaves on Ye Mo's face in the early morning. Ye Mo blocked it with his hand and suddenly woke up and sat up.

Looking at the silence around him, yesterday's experience was still vivid in his mind. If it weren't for those bitter branches, Ye Mo would have thought it was a dream.

Ye Mo quickly got up and used his strength to slap a big tree with a bowl-sized thickness. He was excited. It was not a dream but reality.

"Why are you so happy with just this little ability?" As he spoke, the old monk floated down from a big tree. Judging from the height, it must be at least seven or eight meters, but the old monk didn't shake at all and actually took root on the ground.

"What's going on, senior?"

"Why don't you tell me first, how come you have Taoist Qi in your body?" The old monk was obviously interested in Taoist Qi.

"Qi, I don't know? "Ye Mo was not pretending, he really didn't know.

"That's right, you kid, you should know that you have already condensed your qi into a pill, and it is indestructible." The old monk seemed to have just figured it out, and then said.

"You have a pure Taoist true qi in your body. According to my estimation, you have at least fifty years of skills. According to your saying, it is called passing on skills, but we prefer to call it inheritance."

"I know, it should be the old charlatan, because I have no other relatives."

"The old charlatan, is he tall and thin, with long eyebrows and short beard, and a red pupil in his left eye?" The old monk asked hurriedly.

Ye Mo looked at the old monk in surprise and nodded quickly.

"The world's number one Taoist Chen Buzhou turned out to be your master. No wonder that ball of true qi can directly help you form a pill. This makes sense."

"You said that the old charlatan is the world's number one Taoist, called Chen Buzhou. "

Looking at the expression on Ye Mo's face, knowing that Chen Buzhou did not tell Ye Mo's identity, the old monk did not continue.

Then the old monk sighed softly. He did not expect that the number one man in the world would leave so silently. Thinking about the battle in the Immortal Burial Valley thirty years ago, it turned out to be the last meeting. Everything is unpredictable.

"Senior, can you tell me about the master?"

The old monk was very direct and shook his head. "Many things are not what you should know now. You just need to know that your master will not harm you, and I will not harm you either. As for the doubts in your heart, you will know when you reach that level. "

Then the old monk stepped onto the spring water, saying "See you again if we are lucky" and disappeared from Ye Mo's sight after a few steps.

Looking at the old monk's disappearing back, Ye Mo didn't come back to his senses for a long time. The old monk was helping him to sort out his true energy all night yesterday, and finally condensed the energy into a pill in his dantian. Ye Mo didn't think the old monk had such good intentions, but why?

Ye Mo firmly believed that the old monk saw the true energy in his body at first sight, or the old monk was waiting for him here. As for why, Ye Mo seemed to understand a little bit, that is, people are chess players, and I am just a chess piece.

"But I am not a chess piece that ordinary people can play?"