Li Buzhuo walked out of the underground palace.

He already knew where his swordsmanship was flawed. When he crossed Guixu and returned to Fuli, his painting sword script and his natal magic weapon Zhulong were lost in Guixu.

When he was the only true spirit left, he lost a lot of past. The initially condensed swordsmanship was also lost with Zhulong and the Danqing Sword Book.

The part of the swordsmanship that he has not recovered is his flaw.

"Do you want to go back to Guixu and find Zhulong?"

Li Buzhuo recalled his experience of crossing Guixu.

Guixu is dark and boundless, without guidance, where will he go to find Zhulong?

Li Buzhuo thought about it and walked out of the mountains.

The southeast of Longzhou is Fengtong Prefecture. There is a Tianzhu Mountain outside Wanyang County, the southern suburb of Fengtong Prefecture.

The name of this mountain made Li Buzhuo recall the various experiences of Cangwu. During his travels, he walked to Tianzhu Mountain.

The climate in the mountains is changing, and after a sudden heavy fog, the drizzle fell. The scholars and wanderers who were collecting the field carried umbrellas and left. Although Li Buzhuo could use his magical power to block the rain, he was like a mortal, holding up the vermilion oil paper umbrella, looking for a place to shelter from the wind and rain for a while.

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On the side of Tianzhu Mountain, a scholar wearing a green gown and his female companion walked across the deserted path and found a small temple in the cover of the forest.

The scholar looked at the mottled plaque on the temple gate from afar and said in surprise: "The county annals once said that there was a white bone temple in Tianzhu Mountain during the Daxia period. I thought it was fabricated by rumors, but I didn't expect there was such a place."

The female companion in green said in a sweet voice: "White Bone Temple? It's such a creepy Buddhist temple. I'm really afraid of people. It sounds like a bad place. Ansheng, what are you bringing someone here to do?"

The scholar shook his head and smiled, "You don't know this. This name was not taken out on purpose. Listen to me, those who practice Buddhism always say that they treat beauty and white bones equally, and some monks are good at practicing the "Bone View" to regard a living beauty as a skeleton. I think the meaning of this White Bone Temple is taken from here."

The female companion in green said, "I'm not that scared when I say this, but when I think about it, it's still a bit creepy. How can a good person be regarded as a skeleton? Do you think of me? "

"How could I bear to bear it!" The scholar laughed and took his female companion to the temple to hide from the rain.

As soon as I entered the small temple, I saw a Buddha statue rolling down in front of the altar for some reason, sitting down on his head.

The female companion screamed and was startled. After the scholar was stunned, he was very excited and wanted to chant a couple of words to show his literary talent in front of the woman.

"Ask the Buddha why he sat upside down..."

After thinking for a while, he chanted a half sentence, but was interrupted by a lazy voice coming from behind the Buddha statue.

"I was kicked away by the little monk."

The female companion exclaimed again, and was so scared that she hid behind the scholar. The scholar frowned and found that there was someone behind the Buddha statue. He signaled the female companion to wait in place, but the female companion shook her head like a rattle. He pulled the female companion forward and walked two steps forward. He saw a young monk lying on the Buddha altar like a waking up.

The monk looked extremely handsome, and the red red seal on his eyebrows added three points of weirdness to him. The scholar's female companion originally dared to show half of his head from behind the scholar and looked at him quietly, but at first sight, he turned red unconsciously.

The scholar knew the beauty and ugliness, and also noticed the strangeness of his female companion. For a moment, he felt jealous and said sarcastically: "Hey, I borrowed the Buddha temple to hide from the rain. If the Buddha fell, you wouldn't help it, and kicked it away. What kind of Buddha did you practice? Isn't it a fake monk?"

"Buddha is originally without form, so what kind of Buddha is it?" The monk still looked lazy.

"When talking lies with your eyes open, it's not Buddha, what is that?" the scholar asked.

"A piece of mud." The monk glanced at him.

The scholar was so angry that he laughed, but he knew that these bald donkeys who were not good at farming and had nothing to do all day long were good at fighting with people, so he didn't want to argue with him. But at this moment, he glanced at him and saw a large pool of water where the monk was sleeping. It turned out to be a leaking place. He couldn't help but smile and said, "It turned out to be a fool, but he just hid in a leaking place."

The monk said, "You see the small dilapidated temple is a small dilapidated temple. I see the world is also a small dilapidated temple. There is rain in the temple, so where is the difference?"

"But you are so wet." The scholar's female companion couldn't help but speak, but she had a strange feeling. Although the monk was talking to her and the scholar, he seemed to be talking to others.

As soon as she finished speaking, the scholar found the omission in the monk's words and retorted proudly: "Since it's the same to hide everywhere, why should you steal the Buddha's seat? You're just pretending to be mysterious and pretending to be stupid!"

"Hehe, good question." The monk smiled and said, "But this world is not his. Do you have to say whether it's time to come first and then come? Why don't you say that he was sitting there and blocking us and others?"

"Who are you waiting for? Do you still have friends?" The scholar's female companion asked, her face turned red again.

At this time, the monk turned his gaze behind them.

The sound of footsteps in the rain came, and a young man in black came to the temple gate to put away his vermilion oil paper umbrella. The rain water shaking off the umbrella surface splashed a piece of blue mark on the ground.

The scholar and his female companion looked at each other, but heard the young man in black say "Let's go".

The two of them had a flash of sight. When they came to their senses, they found that they had reached the foot of the mountain.

In the ruined temple, Li Buzhuo looked at the handsome and weird monk cross-legged behind the Buddha statue and frowned and said, "Are you waiting for me here to seek revenge?"

"The donor is a big mistake." The monk chuckled, "I am not seeking revenge, but here to repay my kindness."
Chapter completed!