Traveling through the little expert and his wonderful employers

There is an ancient temple outside the city. No one knows who built it and when it was built.

Some people say that before there was a city, there was a temple.

Wind, frost, rain and snow, dynasties change, rise and fall alternately, the temple is still there.Like a pair of calm and clear eyes, looking at the world with indifference and compassion, warmth or coldness.

The temple is not too big, but it is the only way to go to the imperial city, go to the ferry, and travel from south to north.

As time goes by, caravans driving trucks and passengers carrying burdens all come into the temple to offer a stick of incense and ask for a "blessings of the journey".Vendors and pawns in front of the gate, real and fake antiques, food and juggling also gather in one place, thriving through the flow of people.

It coincides with the temple fair in the city, and there is a lot of traffic, and the incense in the small temple is even better.

The apricot-yellow courtyard walls, the blue-gray roof ridges, and the old green trees are all enveloped in the curling green smoke.

There are children crying and crying in front of the sugar stalls with women's sleeves pulled, pilgrims praying for the title of the gold medal to return home, there are peddlers shouting the plums picked this morning, there are cars and horses rattling, and silver bells are ringing. There was a crisp sound in the wind.

The fireworks are red and dusty, and the prosperity is three thousand.

Here is a side hall. Due to years of disrepair and decay of ancient beams, pilgrims are never allowed in.

Thin incense ash accumulated on the heavy hanging curtains, blurring the color of apricot yellow and red indigo, making the originally dim candlelight in the hall even more dimmer.

There is a person standing in the hall, with the dim candlelight on the wide sleeves of the white robe, the slender figure is stretched obliquely.

Old bricks and old beams, ancient Buddhas and green lamps, all set off his handsome face with compassion and tranquility.

violation.Extreme violation.

Like a sharp blade hidden in a jeweled sheath, delicate and harmless, it stabs out suddenly and kills instantly.

Although he stood in front of the Buddha, he didn't feel awe at all.

As the footsteps approached, a monk came out of the inner room behind the Buddhist hall.Bamboo straw straw shoes and golden cassocks faded from the old color, blending with the flickering dim candlelight, making it impossible to see clearly.

The young man turned his head and smiled slightly, "Master Ku Rong."

The monk lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name, his voice was as calm as warm water: "Amitabha, the benefactor is safe and sound."

Candles all over the hall suddenly brightened for a moment.

The first lecture hall of Jiekong Temple.Yuanshi Sword Master of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Two people who shouldn't be here.

"It's still early for the lecture, why did the donor come?"

The young man smiled brightly, and nodded slightly, "Master Lao has given you advice for many years, and now this is farewell."

The monk shook his head, "You have not crossed the sea of ​​suffering, and the demonic obstacle is still there."

Ku Rong sighed in his heart, what's the point of enlightenment, it's just suppression.

This man's sword doesn't even respect the way of heaven, how can he respect Buddha.

The world only knows that Yan Shiqian's Taoism is as powerful as the sky, broad and profound.Although he once fell into the devil when he was young and frivolous in the past, he finally found his way back when he lost his way. He retreated on Wanggui Peak for a hundred years, and after leaving the customs, he entered the pure realm of Buddhism.

But no one knew that after so many years, he was still suppressing his inner demons.

The smile on the young man's lips faded away, his face half-lit in the candlelight, "He's back."

As if a flash of snow-white lightning tore through the dark Buddhist hall, the gentle appearance faded away, and his brows were as sharp as knives, which should not be looked at directly.

The young man's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, "I'm going to find him."

The entire Buddhist hall trembled in the night wind.

Hearing this, the monk turned the beads in his hand and stopped after pinching two fingers.Because it doesn't count.

If Yan Shiqian can deduce it, it must be a broken cultivation base.

Ku Rong still shook his head: "The white horse has passed three hundred years, if you let go of it with one thought, you will feel at ease."

Yan Shiqian was in a trance for a while, and it turned out that it had been 300 years.

It's been so long since that person left.

He read the "Pure Purity Sutra" for 300 years.

There are three thousand Buddhist teachings, but none of them can save him.

The evening wind blows, and the thick clouds disperse.

The bright moon quietly shines on the quiet small temple, and shines on the brilliant world of fireworks.

The young man walked out of the Buddhist hall, and the night wind lifted his clothes.

The low soliloquy drifted in the wind, barely audible: "Compared to letting go, years of self-suffering are also willing."

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"Senior Cheng, the outfit you wore back then is really in line with your temperament, so handsome that it breaks through the sky!" The girl with the high ponytail carefully patted the corner of the sword repairman in white in front of the imaging screen, and received a cold look. After sweeping over, he hurriedly changed his words, with a flattering smile on his pretty face,

"No, no, what I mean is, you are handsome now, um, you are even more handsome than you were back then, the mulberry elm is not too late, the green pines are not old, and you are old..."

Jianxiu in white pulled out his sleeves, "Turn on the machine."

The world was spinning, and the girl's voice came from afar, "Senior Cheng, go all the way, go early and return early..."

Cheng Xiaobai's mouth twitched.

Yesterday, Zhang Qingqing, the current director of the technical department, knocked on his door, smiling cautiously, "Senior Cheng, are you busy recently?"

In the past few years, Cheng Xiaobai has seen clearly the essence of this fake little fresh soft girl, a really wretched, gossiping, gossiping woman.

Flipping through the handed-in plans, without looking up: "Say."

Zhang Qingqing choked, and mustered up the courage to speak, "Indeed... yes, there is one thing... I want to trouble you..."

Cheng Xiaobai finally understood the matter after listening to the confused and logical expression for a long time.

In fact, the saliva of this hour can be summed up in one sentence. There is a high-level plane with unstable waves, which may form a magnetic storm if it continues to develop.But the direction of the plot and the relationship between the characters are all normal, and the technical department can't detect any problems.

So you want him to find out the hidden bug and fix it along the way?

Zhang Qingqing felt his face was stiff with laughter, and finally saw the person at the table put down his plans and raised his head.

"The security department goes out and turns right."

The girl wailed, "The employees of the security department had a collective annual leave last month, and they haven't come back yet..."

"The president's office is the first upstairs."

"Boss just went to the opposite company yesterday for an exchange meeting..."

"..."

"You've been to that higher plane before, and the used props are still in the warehouse. For you, it's a piece of cake..." Qingxiu girl tearfully called out affectionately, "Senior Cheng..."

"……the last time."

"Great kindness and great virtue are unforgettable! I thank you and your family on behalf of the entire technical department!"

...you better thank you.

If you become a master, you have to fix bugs like a security guard, what's the point? !

However, this outfit is inexplicably familiar...

The space was tortuous, and the figure of the sword cultivator in white appeared beside the waterfall out of thin air.The sound of roaring water stunned him for a moment.

Cheng Xiaobai silently pressed the communication of the locator, "Qingqing, what is the name of this plane?"

The girl's voice could not be heard clearly in the noisy background, "Ah... it seems to be... cultivation... a sword or something... oh, I remember the protagonist's name is... Yan..."

Suddenly his heart sank, as if something flashed by, before he could think about it, a soft call suddenly sounded behind him.

Trembling slightly, as if traveling through a distant time and space, with unbelievable and great hope, it finally reached his ears.

"Master."

A hundred-foot-high waterfall poured down from the sky, and the man was standing by the side of the Bitan.The white robe and black hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a green lotus just blooming near the water, without a trace of human fireworks.The sunlight was as bright as broken gold, and the splashed mist blurred the figure, but Yan Shiqian felt that he had never seen so clearly.

This outline has long been engraved into his bones and flesh.

As it was then.

As if he came back from a long journey, Bai Han was waiting here to test his Taoism and sword art.

The man turned his head and looked at him quietly, his eyes were as deep as the sea, neither sad nor happy.

Walking forward step by step, imagining thousands of times of reunion, obviously there are thousands of words to tell, asking him why he left in the first place, where he went, all the experiences he has experienced in practicing the Tao these years, chance encounters or ups and downs, and ...

miss.

Finally, he stopped at the distance of holding the ceremony, and only heard himself say, "Master, don't come here without any harm."

Trembling and distorted.

The sound of the water roared, and the leaves fell in the wind.

The person in front of him was still just looking at him, as if he wanted to see through his pretended calmness and the beast dormant in his heart.

Cheng Xiaobai looked at the person in front of him and said nothing, because...

I go!Is it too late to turn around and leave now? !Zhang Qingqing, you have cheated your seniors professionally for 30 years!

How to explain the time travel when you just walked away? !

Cheng Xiaobai didn't leave because he felt that Yan Shiqian was different.

The madness and paranoia at the time of parting had long since disappeared without a trace, the charm of the person in front of my eyes had faded away, the dust was washed away, and the eyes were compassionate and calm.

There is a golden light of Buddhism hidden outside the sword aura around him, and the aura is so clean that there is no trace of hostility.

Cheng Xiaobai let out a long sigh of relief. Although the original story of the protagonist Xiufo was not written, it is considered a good thing now.

I think it was only when I was young and ignorant, and went astray for a while, that I had deformed feelings for myself.

It is understandable that young people's drawings are broken, and if you know your mistakes, you can correct them!

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, he felt that his Taoism was bright and his whole body was clear.In any case, I have been an apprentice for many years. Although I have not taught them well, I am satisfied when I see good materials and beautiful qualities growing freely and growing like this.

There seemed to be a gleam of soft light in Bai Yi Jianxiu's eyes, and it was so fleeting that Shiqian almost thought it was an illusion.

He heard the cold voice stained with a smile, "You entered the country too quickly, and the Buddhist teachings of the Jiekong Temple are pure and pure, which is of great benefit to you in sharpening your state of mind."

The young man lowered his head in a panic, "Yes."

The layout of the cave remains the same, extremely simple.It is enough to see that the owner here devotes himself to practice and does not pay attention to foreign objects.

The furnishings are more elaborate than in the past, the spirit-gathering array and the restraint in front of the door are more exquisite, the spiritual silk curtains are added, the incense burner is soft, and the couch is not extravagant, but there is a little more warmth in the coldness.

The two sat opposite each other on the long table of Lingyu, with green smoke billowing up, and he couldn't see the face of the person opposite him clearly in a trance.

He said a lot, the changes of Jianmen over the years, the ascension and fall of the old man, Liu Yuanshan who succeeded the head of the sect; He led the disciples of the Sword Sect to fight against Yinfeng Mountain; the death situation of the ancient power in the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, the hurricane and beast tide floating in the sea, the illusion and murderous intent in the smoky swamp...

He smiled and said, "I thought I would never see Master again. It would be a pity... Master travels hard, why don't we stay here for a few more days? It happens that the disciples still have some obstacles in their cultivation, so they can ask Master for help." It’s better to ask for advice than to fumble without a clue.”

He wanted to ask Bai Han where he went and why he came back, but after struggling several times, he couldn't ask.

As long as you don't ask, you can deceive yourself because of yourself.

Bai Han is because of the relationship between master and apprentice, because of missing, because of concern.

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