Wen Ke actually doesn't care at all whether he can go back to his hometown for the New Year.

After being excited, rationality returned, and what he was most worried about was the possible pursuers behind him.

Yuanxing is actually not afraid of official people tracing the traces. This time it can be said that he was semi-actively exposed.

But once is enough. If someone catches up, it will inevitably be entangled again, which is really troublesome.

He thought about it, carried Wen Ke behind him, then chose a random direction, and disappeared after a few steps.

Although he had not used the magic power for a long time, Yuan Xing was still familiar with it. However, the young man had never experienced such sensory stimulation. He was dizzy and wanted to vomit in just a few times. It was just because he could only endure it on the monk's back and did not vomit the powerful thing on Yuan Xing's neck.

Yuan Xing listened to all directions, and soon realized something was wrong on his back. He quickly stopped his magical powers and lost his true energy to the young man behind him.

After he got better, he took another step. But this time, he gently tapped the snow surface on his toes and walked out lightly.

His light skills have reached the point of being superb. Not only does he walk on the snow without sewing, each step is more than ten feet away, and sometimes he accumulates power in the space, so he doesn't have to fall to the ground at all, just as if he is really flying.

This time, it was fast and steady. Wen Ke no longer felt the same as before. Instead, he looked at the scenery passing by with excitement.

The two of them walked and stopped and ran for a few more days before they slowed down.

That day, I arrived at an unknown small village. After inquiring, I found out that I had been traveling hard all the time these days, and I had crossed Qingzhou directly and reached the foot of Laoshan Mountain, Laizhou Prefecture.

"Laizhou." Yuan Xing looked stunned for a while, then smiled again: "Donor, since he has arrived here anyway, why not take you to see the sea..."

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Young people always have the greatest curiosity about novel things.

Wen Ke was no exception. He didn't feel anything when he got along with his monk master before, but after seeing him showing his power and exerting that incredible magical power, how could he not have yearning in his heart?

On the day of traveling, he had mentioned it several times, hoping that Yuanxing could officially accept him as his disciple and give him a slaughter. However, he was rejected by reasons that the time had not come.

This made him feel very nervous and he couldn't help but feel worried about gains and losses.

The young man could not hide his worries, and his tense face had already betrayed his emotions.

I saw the fate and thought about it in my heart.

He didn't want Wen Ke to enter Buddhism just because he had a strong desire for martial arts.

Although Buddhism is free to come and go, there is little restriction on returning to the world, becoming a monk and taking precepts is something that needs to be treated solemnly, not as simple as shaving your hair and wearing a big shirt. It will never last long after just relying on a temporary passion.

Wen Ke is different from himself, or the disciples who were sent to the temple by his parents as children, and he has the right to choose.

Yuanxing hopes that Wen Ke can truly be sincere, not like this, and is full of martial arts and supernatural powers.

But he could not say these ideas, but needed the alternate apprentice in front of him to understand them himself.

Of course, the lessons that should be taught were not lost, as for Wen Ke, he made a mistake because he was absent-minded.

Well, it's still a penalty.

Laizhou is located on the Jiaozhou Peninsula, and Laoshan is very close to Yuanxing's future hometown. Although it is six hundred years apart, it is inevitable that it will feel timid in the heart of the hometown. In addition, it has been running and working ascetic for two years, and I feel physically and mentally exhausted.

As the New Year is coming, I don’t plan to rush on the road anymore.

He led Wen Ke to a large local temple called Guanhai Temple and placed a list and lived there temporarily. While resting, he taught his apprentices.

In the temple, Wen Ke, a ordinary man, followed a group of monks to practice and work hard every day, and also had to face increasingly heavy work. At the beginning, he couldn't stay and always wanted to sneak outside to see the fun, especially during the Chinese New Year. When he heard the sound of firecrackers coming from the foot of the mountain, his soul was hooked away.

But people are really adaptable creatures. Not long after, they gradually got used to this dull life.

As his literacy process accelerated, the Buddhist teachings he came into contact with became deeper and deeper. His impetuous and uneasy heart gradually calmed down, and he finally gained recognition of fate.

When the flowers were blooming in spring, Wen Ke and several young people took the ordination at Guanhai Temple, and officially became a monk. His Dharma name was Shanchun.

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"Master, why don't we stay here?" Shanchun looked back at Guanhai Temple hidden in the blue misty rain. He couldn't help but feel a fog rose in his eyes.

He lived there for more than three months. He became familiar with the monks in the temple and liked the kind of days that were busy but peaceful, and now he suddenly left, so he really couldn't bear to leave.

"If you are unwilling to continue running, you can stay." Yuan Xing put the hat on his head, said softly, and then walked forward with great strides.

"Then let's go." Shanchun tightened the box behind her tightly, turned around in a depressed manner, and followed Yuanxing.

After walking for a while, Guanhai Temple was completely gone.

"Master, where are we going?" He finally couldn't help but ask.

Fate Xing replied: "For practice, and for finding opportunities."

“What is the opportunity?”

"You will know if you meet this." Yuan Xing blinked at him, then smiled softly...

A basket of water fell from the sky, and heavy rain fell in the evening.

Master Yuanxing and his disciples accelerated their pace and finally knocked on the door of a family before they were wet, and received permission from Zhisu.

The next morning, the master and apprentice who had done morning class thanked the owner of the house and planned to leave, but the sound of knocking attracted their attention.

I saw men, women, young and old passing by the door with a slide rod. The suona and gongs were knocking loudly along the way. There were a few young men carrying long poles in front of them, and firecrackers were crackling continuously. This strange team passed through the village, thinking about walking slowly to the east.

"Old donor, this is..." Shanchun asked.

"Hey, a few days ago, the big locust tree at the east end of the village was struck to death by lightning. The witch got the fox fairy to dream of saying that the big tree had become a spirit, and now that it has suffered a disaster, it will definitely be dissatisfied. If it doesn't happen well, it will cause trouble to the countryside. So, I'm carrying the shrine to suppress the monsters."

"Fox Fairy? Locust Tree?" Yuan Xing's expression moved, and he lowered his head and pondered for a moment before asking: "Dare you ask the donor, is this Hejia Village?"

"Yes, most of the people in the village have the surname He." The old man nodded.

Shanchun saw that his master's expression became strange. He was about to ask, but he saw Yuan Xing take out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve and pat it in the hands of the owner: "Old donor, can I stay there for another night?"

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The stars as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River are bright in the sky. The night is as cool as water, and the wind is still filled with the chill of early spring. The four sides seem to be covered with a layer of fog. The faint silver light of the moon shines on a broken tree outside the village. The red cloth strips tied to the trunks float with the breeze, making it feel more and more strange to the shrine below.

Even the common frogs and insects that are common in spring are gone, and there is silence around them.

Suddenly, with the rustling sound of trampling, a tall and thin figure appeared. The moonlight was hazy, making his face unreal, and the only special thing was the shiny bald head.

The visitor was the fate that stayed here for one more night.

He walked closer with his hands and feet. He first looked carefully at the fox statue in the shrine, then straightened his waist and took two steps to the big tree.

He sighed softly, picked something from the beads hanging on his neck, stood there for a long time, and then waved his hand and slapped the object the size of his finger on the trunk.

There was no earth-shaking sound, but the next moment, a green light shone out, slowly covering the big tree's body.

Yuan Xing took a step back and quietly watched the big tree gradually become transparent in the green light. This state continued for a few breaths, and the light slowly disappeared.

"Pick", the sound of something falling.

Yuan Xing hurried forward and picked up a semicircular bead the size of a fingernail. He held the bead in his hand and let out a long sigh.

But when I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly felt a feeling in my heart and turned around and looked behind me.

In an instant, the environment changed. The big trees, grass, and the stars and moon in the sky disappeared. All the scenery around them seemed to turn into silk threads of various colors, separated, entangled, combined, and turned into big trees, grass, stars and moon, and a very familiar small temple again.

A faint shadow appeared in front of him and gradually solidified.

It was actually another fate. He stood with his hands behind his back and frowned at the big tree and pondered.

Suddenly, I turned my head with some sense, and the two eyes, which had spanned more than 600 years, collided here.

The cold moon shines on the two of them almost transparently. No matter how twisted and changed the surrounding environment, their bodies seemed to be fixed, with no sadness or joy in their eyes, and they looked at each other quietly...

Perhaps because the time to get started is still short, Shanchun still needs his master to start morning classes.

I washed my face with cold water in a daze and became more energetic.

But today's homework is destined to be unclear. After half of the sutra, noisy sounds came from outside, and words like big trees and fox fairies could be heard vaguely.

The novice boy was naturally curious, but he was distracted and felt a pain on his forehead.

Withdrawing his hand, Yuan Xing didn't even raise his eyelids and warned: "Continue."

"Yes." Shanchun stuck out his tongue, hurriedly gathered his mind, and continued to recite the scriptures.

After finishing the morning class and saying goodbye to the master, Yuanxing and his apprentice left the village directly. Shanchun turned around and saw a group of people gathering next to a big tree from afar, talking, as if discussing something.

"Master, did that fox fairy really rescue the big tree at the entrance of the village?" On the way, Shanchun remembered the words of the old donor when he was leaving, and couldn't help asking.

Yuan Xing smiled and looked at him without answering.

Today there is no wind or rain, and the sun is not strong, so it is suitable for traveling far away.

At noon, the two of them arrived by a small river. After eating the dry food they carried, Yuanxing did not urge him to set off as usual. Instead, he sat cross-legged on a big stone, took out a small green bead from his arms, and looked at it carefully.

"What is this?" Shanchun leaned forward and said curiously.

"The relics soaked in demonic energy are also half locks." Yuan Xing sighed quietly.

"Ah? Demon?" The word "demon" is not casual. It would be strange if Shanchun didn't smack her tongue.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "After using vegetarian food in the future, you and I will recite the Heart Sutra to this relic for an hour, do you know?" Then he turned his eyes to the relic in his hand, and murmured with the sound he could only hear: "After all, it's a little short."

Shanchun nodded and sat directly opposite Yuanxing.

The latter held the relics in his palm, and the two masters and disciples began to recite the Heart Sutra.

But as she was reciting, Shanchun looked up inadvertently, but her little face turned pale in an instant.
To be continued...