In the early morning of the next day, the sky was filled with stars.

A young man in white clothes walked out alone from the boat. He carried a long qin on his back, took a breath of slightly moist air, and then walked forward.

This man is Ren Shaohua, the Guzhou Master, and his destination is Hanshan Temple. Every morning he plays the piano under the big bell of Hanshan Temple. The wind and rain continue, and day after day, this empty road is deserted.

He has been walking the ancient road for more than a month.

Suddenly, he stopped.

A young man stood not far in front with grass in his mouth.

Mr. Gu Zhou did not show any blame, but said softly: "Since you are up, you might as well go together."

Luo Feiyu did not refuse and walked behind Mr. Guzhou. He walked slowly with him, saying nothing all the way. He didn't know how long he walked. In the hazy mist ahead, there were two young novices sweeping the floor. They heard

After hearing the footsteps, I looked over.

"Amitabha, I am the donor." A novice monk clasped his hands together and saluted solemnly.

Young Master Guzhou said angrily: "I want to call you Young Master."

Another young novice threw the broom away angrily, "It's all your fault. A month ago, I woke up at Chen hour. This month, I got used to hearing the sound of the piano. I even dreamed about the sound of the piano. I would be awakened before midnight.

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Mr. Guzhou shook his head and said regretfully: "There is nothing I can do. After all, you, the old abbot of Hanshan Temple, are asking for help from me."

Luo Feiyu couldn't help but recall the stories he heard from his master before, and asked: "Is Abbot Hanshan still Master Wangchen?"

The serious little novice monk nodded and whispered: "Exactly."

Luo Feiyu couldn't help but sneer and said: "I often hear my master talk about Master Wangchen, and I have also personally seen Master Wangchen come to our Buddhist Zen place in Xizhou to teach Buddhism. It is said that just a few words can transform people and leave them alone.

That man has a lot of thoughts on his mind, and he has a deep friendship with Sword Ancestor. You brag and don’t even make drafts. Back then, Sword Ancestor often asked him for help, but now that you are here, Master Wangchen is asking for help from you?"

Even if he is as arrogant as a young man in a lonely boat, it is rare that he does not use forceful words at this moment, but laughs at it.

Luo Feiyu was a little uncomfortable with his reaction and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Mr. Guzhou looked up at the sky and whispered softly: "Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in heaven."

"I'm afraid of the people in heaven..." Luo Feiyu's voice dropped unknowingly. Unknowingly, he walked a little further and came to a simple stone tablet.

The stone tablet was engraved with two intersecting sword marks, which seemed to have been left for decades. However, the stone tablet was not repaired and the sword marks were left here. Luo Feiyu lightly stroked the sword marks and noticed a

Feminine and masculine sword energy intertwined, meaningful and long.

Luo Feiyu, who had learned the "Sword Vein" internal skill, felt the sword intention in his body begin to surge involuntarily, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Such a strong sword intention."

Young Master Guzhou said calmly: "Of course. I don't want to think about who the masters of these two swords are."

Luo Feiyu had vaguely guessed it, but still asked: "Who is it?"

Young Master Guzhou's eyes were solemn, "The Sword Ancestor and the Immortal Seeking Guest."

One is the swordsman who saved the world nineteen years ago and turned the tide, and the sword ancestor who created a trend of using swords in the world nineteen years ago; the other is the devil who caused the catastrophe in the world nineteen years ago, and is the owner of the Sword Burial Villa.

Luo Feiyu frowned, "But I heard from Master's mouth the whole story of the 'Burying the Sword and Asking the Immortal' battle that year, but I have never heard of the battle between the Sword Ancestor and the Immortal Seeking Guest at the foot of Hanshan Temple."

Young Master Guzhou smiled softly, "You are wrong. Their two sword marks were not left because of the duel, but..."

"Determined love."

Luo Feiyu was shocked: "Confirm your love?"

Young Master Guzhou said casually: "Not many people know about this matter, but my father told me about it."

A long time ago, although the young Sword Ancestor had superb swordsmanship, there were many people who were equal to him in the world, and he could not be considered outstanding. However, his habit of buying a pot of tea and drinking it slowly every time he passed by a tea stall,

It is actually talked about by people.

At that time, forty years had passed since the Heaven-defying Conquest, and all the major forces in the world had almost consolidated. Naturally, grievances and grievances were inevitable. Sword Ancestor was accidentally involved in a cloud of suspicion and met a woman named Ah Xian. Later, the two of them fell in love.

In the mountain temple, the river maple was moored in the boat, watching the cold autumn at night, and watching the fishing fire for a long time and feeling sad. Later, they traveled around the rivers and lakes, but when the two went on a long trip to Xizhou, something unexpected happened, so they parted ways.

"When they visited Hanshan Temple again, the two completely broke up. Ah Xian changed his name to 'Xunxianke' and went to Junshan to establish the sect. Sword Ancestor stayed in Hanshan Temple. It is said that he destroyed this stone tablet several times.

I had the idea, but in the end I still couldn't take it." Mr. Guzhou looked at the sword marks on the stone tablet.

Just when Luo Feiyu was wondering why his master had never told him about the past of Sword Ancestor, a voice suddenly came from the front, like a bell: "Master Ren, you are here."

Young Master Guzhou lowered his head and said respectfully: "Master Wangchen."

The music roared: "It has been a month since Mr. Ren visited the small temple. I have benefited a lot from the sound of Mr. Ren's piano and I feel several years younger."

The golden light ahead was brilliant, and the fog dissipated in an instant, only to see an old monk wearing dark gold and sea blue standing in front of him, looking very energetic.

Mr. Guzhou smiled and said: "Master, please don't do anything to me. Oh, by the way, let me introduce you, this is Luo Feiyu."

Master Chenkong had already cast his gaze on Luo Feiyu, but suddenly he seemed to have lost his soul and murmured: "Is it you?"

Luo Feiyu was surprised and asked: "Master? You actually still remember me?"

Master Chenkong shuddered and came to his senses, "Of course I remember that the child lying on the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha at Duansha Temple in Xizhou was you, the donor."

Luo Feiyu laughed, "Master, you have such a good memory."

The naughty little novice monk slipped up to Master Chenkong and hugged his lap, but his expression suddenly changed, "Abbott, you..."

Master Chenkong scolded in a harmonious voice: "Why don't you go down and sweep the floor quickly."

The serious little novice monk put his hands together and bowed, then pulled the naughty little novice monk and retreated.

Mr. Gu Zhou took a step forward and looked at Master Yanchenkong's attire. "Master, is there any important matter in the temple today? You are actually asked to wear dark gold Haiqing."

Master Chenkong softly called the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, today is an important stage to overcome the demon of killing in the benefactor's heart. I need to go all out. Please excuse me, Mr. Ren."

Young Master Guzhou understood immediately, lowered his head and said, "Okay. I also have something to ask of Master today."

Master Chenkong smiled and said, "I can't ask for it, but it doesn't matter if I say it."

Mr. Guzhou said calmly: "After I finish playing the piano, I want to meet an old friend, and I also ask all the monks in the temple not to come and disturb me."

Under Hanshan Temple.

The serious little novice picked up the broom and swept the floor conscientiously. The naughty little novice held the broom and remained motionless. The serious little novice called him, but he didn't answer and looked like he was in shock.

The serious little novice monk asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

The naughty little novice monk looked at the serious little novice monk, with panic in his eyes.

"When I went to hug the abbot just now, I found that the abbot's body was... so cold."
Chapter completed!