The young monk has returned to secular life

The wind was strong and the snow was deep.

The mountain deer just ran away, completely ignoring that its belly had rubbed against the snow and left a long series of marks.

The square stone followed this series of marks and found its way into the valley of the back mountain.

The people in Fengmen Village are all hunters, and this mountain has been basically explored by them.

Including this valley.

So Fang Shitou was not afraid at all.

When he reached the valley, the deer had almost climbed to the top of the valley.

Fang Shitou breathed heavily, looking at the nearly 100-meter-high mountain, and couldn't help but retreat.

After chasing for so long, his strength was almost exhausted. If he continued to climb to the top of the valley, he would probably run away again.

So, he had the idea of ​​giving up the pursuit.

But he was still a little unwilling to do so. It was a rare occasion to encounter such a fat mountain deer in this kind of weather. It was a pity to see it slip away from his eyes now.

He stood at the foot of the mountain to recover his strength, staring intently at the mountain deer that was still climbing.

Suddenly, the mountain deer fell down while climbing. After rolling a few times, he slid halfway up the mountain.

This excited Fang Shitou so much that he seemed to see hope again.

The mountain deer panicked as it fell. It kept pulling at the surrounding snow, trying to stabilize its body.

The hard work paid off, and with its desperate efforts, the deer finally broke away the surrounding snow and stopped halfway up the mountain.

It glanced down and found that Fang Shitou was still waiting in place, with no intention of continuing to pursue, so it rested with peace of mind.

However, it took this rest as if it had fallen asleep and never moved again.

Fang Shitou was confused.

What's happening here?

I have been standing at the foot of the mountain for a long time, but the mountain deer has stopped moving. Is it provoking me?

Anyway, we've almost rested, and it's not far from the mountainside, so let's continue chasing it.

With this thought in mind, he began to climb up the mountain carefully.

At the beginning, he was afraid of disturbing the mountain deer, so he climbed very carefully.

Gradually, he relaxed his vigilance, because the deer kept lying on the spot without moving at all.

"Are you exhausted?" Fang Shitou couldn't help but muttered.

He quickly climbed halfway up the mountain and came to where the mountain deer lay.

He put his hand to the mountain deer's neck and found that its body was extremely hot.

It wasn't dead, it just fainted.

It's snowing heavily and it's freezing cold.

In such a harsh environment, it can maintain such a strong blood energy, which even tigers cannot do.

Fang Shitou couldn't understand, so he picked up Shanlu.

After he picked up the mountain deer, he discovered that there was an emerald green grass blade under the mountain deer's head, which was crystal clear and extremely smooth.

Half of the grass blades had been eaten, and it looked like they had just been eaten. It didn't take much to figure out that the mountain deer had eaten it.

The remaining half of the blade of grass is a regular quadrilateral.

It is conceivable that if the other half is completed, the leaves of this grass will definitely look like an octagon.

The mountain deer ate it and passed out.

Fang Shitou naturally thought that this grass was not good grass, so he came back with the mountain deer on his back.

After listening to Fang Shitou's narration, Zhiyun's eyes almost popped out of his head.

He rushed to Fang Shitou in two steps, held his shoulders with both hands, and asked excitedly: "Are you sure that grass is octagonal?"

Fang Shitou was a little confused and a little scared, because he saw surprise in Zhiyun's eyes, with a hint of desire.

He didn't know why the old monk who had always been calm and composed suddenly became so excited. Was that grass a good grass?

Zhiyun saw that Fang Shitou was so frightened by his reaction that he froze on the spot, and then he realized that he had lost his composure.

He hurriedly adjusted his breathing, took a charcoal fire stick from the ground and handed it to Fang Shitou's hand, saying in a deep voice: "Tou Shi, don't be nervous, think about it carefully and draw what the grass looks like. "

Fang Shitou nodded mechanically and drew the appearance of the half grass on the table based on his memory.

When Zhiyun saw the outline of the half grass, his breathing became rapid again.

Bagua grass.

This is the gossip grass he dreams of.

He took Fang Shitou's arm again and said in a solemn voice: "Stone, this grass is very important to me. Take me to that valley now. I want to pick it back."

He ignored the dissuasion of the old man above and his wife, and pulled him out of the house without waiting for Fang Shitou to agree.

In his eagerness, Zhiyun didn't notice the change in Fang Shitou's expression at all. Coupled with the cold wind, Fang Shitou's frown could easily be mistaken for the result of the wind.

In fact, Fang Shitou was scared.

Because he just lied.

Strictly speaking, he just missed a sentence.

He picked up the mountain deer and when he was about to leave, he crushed the remaining half of the Bagua grass into pieces with his feet and kicked away the residue.

He had good intentions at the time and didn't want other people or animals to accidentally eat half of the "bad grass."

But looking at the reaction of Monk Zhiyun now, this grass is not only not a "bad grass", but also some kind of rare grass.

He wanted to tell Zhiyun the truth, but he was afraid that Zhiyun would stop teaching him the technique when he was angry, so he didn't tell the truth for the time being.

He thought that the hillside was so big that it was impossible for only one bagua grass to grow.

If you look through the snow nearby, you will definitely find a bigger and more complete one.

After being so entangled, the two of them soon arrived in the valley.

Halfway up the mountain, the snow cave where the mountain deer lay still is still there.

Zhiyun gently cleaned the newly covered snow, fearing that he would accidentally damage the remaining half of the Bagua grass.

However, when he finished cleaning up, what he saw was the mark of someone running over it with his toes.

At that moment, he completely broke his defense.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Shitou, who was standing beside him in embarrassment, his eyes full of doubt and anger.

"You lied? You crushed it?!"

Fang Shitou hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet, he scratched his head and said in confusion: "Master, I was embarrassed to tell you just now.

I thought this gossip grass was a bad grass, so I crushed it.

But it doesn't matter. This mountain is so big. If we keep looking, we will definitely find a bigger one. "

Fang Shitou's "no big deal" attitude aroused Zhiyun's extreme anger.

He stood up slowly and looked at Fang Shitou with a ferocious expression, his voice colder than the cold wind blowing around him.

"It doesn't matter?

Do you think Bagua grass is the kind of weed that can grow freely?

It was a great blessing that a plant could grow here, but you actually crushed it?

Do you know, what you crush is not a piece of grass, but my lifelong pursuit of hard work! "

He roared so loudly that he even forgot that he was an accomplished monk who had been practicing for decades.

The closest distance to the Supreme Realm disappeared in an instant.

Under the rapid change of state of mind, he had thrown all the rules and regulations of greed, anger and ignorance out of the window.

"You bastard, you ruined my big job!"

boom!

He kicked out and landed heavily on Fang Shitou's chest.