[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

Master Fang felt dizzy when he heard him cry bitterly. He really didn't know how to coax a child whose heart was like a mirror before such a life-and-death farewell.But fortunately, after Fuhui cried for a while, she turned her head and went into the meditation room as soon as she wiped away her tears.He spread out a small piece of fur skin on the monk's bed, looked around lingeringly, and finally found a neatly folded jade-colored cassock from the cabinet, wrapped it up carefully, and then hummed in a nasal voice: "Yuan Master, let's go."

Fang Tianzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and took Fuhui's hand out of Mei Lin to the west.He vaguely remembered the way to the back mountain, but he didn't expect that he didn't need to bother to find it. Every time he turned, Fuhui would point out the way familiarly.After asking, Master Fang realized that since Wuyou fell ill, the task of delivering food to the back mountain and visiting Wuyou fell to Fuhui. The old monk would only go to see Wuyou when he was in good spirits. Look at the younger brother.When Fu Hui said this, she explained in a childlike voice: "Uncle Shi is naturally sad, and Master doesn't want him to be depressed again. Fortunately, Uncle Shi is very simple and easy to deceive, and he hasn't revealed his secrets in the past two or three years. When we get to the place later, please don't talk about it."

Fang Tianzhi thought for a moment, and said: "The poor monk knows, but I'm afraid it will not be easy to hide it from him."

Fu Hui shook her head and said, "Just say that Master is going out to play."

Fang Jiaozhu looked sideways and thought, you, a seven-year-old baby, don't believe your words, and you expect more than [-] people in your uncle to believe it?I'm afraid I'm not dreaming.

The two of them had no gossip anymore, they just shuttled in the Merlin.The plain snow all over the sky is rolling on the branches of Wanmei, gradually becoming a rustling trend, and the jade powder and fragrant crumbs are falling all over the body, and it is impossible to tell whether it is flowers or snow.He looked at the endless plum blossoms, took off his bamboo hat from behind, and put it on Fuhui's bald head.Fu Hui looked up at him, then lowered her eyelashes.

After going back for a while, beyond the numerous flowers and trees, a cliff with a hazy silhouette gradually appeared.The two walked to the edge of the cliff, only to see the snow piled up on the rocks around them, not a single grass grew, only a plum blossom with a crooked neck somehow took root in the crevice of the cliff, and its branches flew obliquely in the deep ravine, blooming beautifully.

Fuhui squatted beside the plum tree, wrapped her hands in her sleeves, patted the thick snow on the tree trunk, picked up the rope tied on it, and said to Fang Tianzhi: "Uncle Shi rarely goes to the temple. Come on, I usually stay in the cave between the cliffs. I send him clothes and fast food every half a month." He poked his head into the deep valley and shouted crisply, "Master——"

He is not very old, and his voice is not small, the sound of "Master Uncle" echoed several times on the cliff, and the lingering sound was endless.After he yelled, the two of them waited quietly in the silent heavy snow for a while, then they heard a voice from above: "What's the matter?" But the two of them could hear clearly, as if they were right next to their ears.

Fang Tianzhi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Wushu's martial arts would be so advanced after seven years of absence.But Fuhui regarded it as normal, and shouted: "My master asked you to come up—"

Wuyou is very withdrawn by nature, he has practiced as a monk in Bifeng Temple for dozens of years, and he is only acquainted with his elder brother Wuyou, and ordinary people ignore him, only because Fu Hui is deeply loved by Wuyou, and he is young and intelligent, so he got Have a few words with him.Fuhui is well aware of her uncle's problems, and she is also sad in her heart. She doesn't want to waste any time with him, so she puts the name of her master here first.

There was no one answering at the bottom of the mountain for a long time, so Fu Hui yelled "Master Uncle" and "Master Uncle" a few more times, causing Wuyou to finally say weakly: "Don't shout, I'll come up." The rope on the crooked-necked plum tree was lightly tightened, and within a few breaths, a thin monk in old hemp shoes floated up from the top of the cliff.I haven't seen him for many years, Fang Tianzhi looked at his carefree appearance again, and saw that his face was still as white as snow, his eyebrows and eyelashes were long, and he looked lonely and worried.Looking at his face alone, there is no trace of the passage of time, he still looks like a young man.

Wuyou climbed up the cliff, looked around, but he didn't see Wuyou, so he said: "Where is my senior brother?"

Before Fang Tianzhi had time to exchange greetings, Fuhui grabbed his sleeve and said, "Master wants us to go down the mountain."

Wo Wu frowned, and let him pull his sleeves without moving: "I don't want to go. Where is senior brother?"

There was no sadness on Fuhui's face, and she said softly: "He has gone down the mountain and will never come back." In front of Wuyou, he was clearly a child who was attached to Master, but now he was calm and composed, appearing to be very precocious, as if he had already Take care of Wuyou for the master.

Wu Wo was stunned when he heard the words: "Eh? I won't see Senior Brother anymore?"

Fuhui said: "Maybe we won't see each other until a long time later. He told us to go down the mountain with Monk Yuanyi."

Wuyou hesitated for a while, and finally said: "That's all right. Just listen to Senior Brother."

Master Fang watched from the side as if invisible, and was slightly surprised to see that he was really so naive.And Wushu thought for a while, then asked again, "Who is Monk Yuanyi, I seem to have heard of it."

Master Fang saw Fuhui pouting at him, and said politely: "Amitabha, the poor monk agrees, and the mage is safe and sound!"

Only then did Wuyou remember that there was another person beside him, and he looked sideways.With a glance, his dark eyes fixed on Fang Tianzhi, and after a long while, he said softly, "I hear your name sounds familiar."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help smiling and said: "The poor monk had a relationship with the mage a few years ago."

Wuyou stared at him quietly for a while, then hesitantly said: "So that's how it is."

……Alas? !

What does it mean!Didn't you recognize the poor monk? ?

Can you give Brother Fang a little face! ?

After the three of them talked, they dressed lightly and walked down the mountain along the bluestone steps in front of the stone workshop. The snowy road was slippery, and Fuhui's short legs made it very difficult to walk.Seeing this, Fang Tian simply carried him on his back and walked. Fu Hui lay on his back for a long time before quietly stretching out his arms to wrap around his neck.Just at this time, Wuyou suddenly asked: "Where are we going down the mountain?"

Fang Tianzhi asked: "What's the mage's plan?" After all, he himself is a Shaolin disciple, and he will return to the temple sooner or later, but Wuyou and Wuyou have a deep friendship with each other, so he will never change his sect.And these two bald heads, one does not eat human fireworks, and the other is only a young child, it is inconvenient to bother others to take care of them for a long time, and it is also inconvenient to let them go after placement, which is really embarrassing.

He was thinking about it, and replied without worry: "...I don't want to go to places with many people."

Fang Tianzhi heard the words and couldn't help thinking that if he found a place with few people, his plan to do good deeds would be delayed.But he only thought about it lightly, and then gave up this idea again.A real man keeps his word and keeps his promises.If it is for the mission, everything will be preoccupied, even if it is reincarnated, it will be meaningless.What's more, he admired the worry-free demeanor in his heart, and he was willing to give it to him for a year or two, and he didn't feel disappointed.

Thinking of this, Fang Tianzhi smiled calmly and said: "Okay, the poor monk knows."

Bifeng Temple is already in the hinterland of Bashu, and if we go to the northwest, we are afraid that the weather will be bitter and cold, and the mountains and rivers will be poor, making it difficult to live.So when the three of them went down the mountain, Fang Tianzhi took two bald heads, one big and one small, rented a boat, and sailed eastward to the south of the Yangtze River.