Mirage scenes flashed by one after another, from the woman's settlement here, to the temple gradually becoming what she is today. After several repairs and repairs, the last hall was finally saved from collapse.

It’s strange that this woman has never appeared since the second group of monks entered the mountain. Maybe she moved elsewhere, after all, a woman lives with the monk, which is really unruly.

The monks came one after another, and the hall was repaired, and the monks died one after another, and buried their bones behind the mountain.

The more purple snakes are, the more they are reproduced, and there are fewer and fewer monks who are willing to guard this dilapidated temple.

In the end, only an old monk was left with a group of snakes in the mountains.

When chanting scriptures every day, there is a snake who has lived for unknown years and lazily squinted on the Buddha's lap, and sheds the letter from time to time.

The old monk was like this day after day, year after year, until one day, the old monk fell ill and could no longer walk. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes and waited for death.

The boy who accidentally broke into the Death Valley was bitten by a snake, and his whole body was covered with purple spots, and he forced his internal force to support him.

Finally got into the house before the poison was released.

When he woke up, the old monk with a cane had already cooked porridge for him and used the incense ash from the temple to relieve him.

The homeless boy and the old monk who are also alone depend on each other.

Every morning bell and evening drums, recite scriptures every day.

Living is not very casual, and it is even a bit difficult. But the old and the young never feel hard, but just guarding like this. No one knows what they are guarding.

The old monk didn't ask how this young man had such strong internal strength, nor did the young man ask why the old monk lived here alone.

One old and one young, just guarding each other like this.

Finally one day, the old monk could no longer bear it. Before he passed away, he wrote the word "no dispute" on paper.

The boy buried the monk and made a simple tablet with wooden boards. With the word "no dispute", he left the mountains and entered the world.

The scenery in the mountains has changed season after season, and nothing special happened. Until one day, the thirty-year-old boy brought his wife and daughter to visit the old monk's grave.

The Buddha has three incense sticks and the monk has one incense stick. This is the rule.

Another thunder came, and afterwards, the outside returned to darkness, and it was already a snowy scene.

The scent of the insulting mind was also replaced by the fresh breath after the thunder.

Everyone in the room was shocked and speechless. Such a wonderful scene is rare in the world.

Jian Wuzheng let out a long breath and calmed down slightly.

He pointed outside the house: "I'll go find your lady, you can wait here."

The two martial artists looked at each other. It was a big deal that the lady lost. She was blocked by the mirage just now, and there was a reason. Now that the mirage has been destroyed, what kind of system does it become for them to stay here again?

The two grabbed a handful of incense from the incense burner in the house, put it in their arms, and chased after them.

The rest of the people in the house are waiting for you to see me and I will see you.

The Xue brothers nodded to each other. There were many things between the twins without words. You could understand with one nod and one look.

The two of them also caught a handful of incense ash and chased them out.

The rest of the people were unwilling to take risks again, and who knew whether those snakes would come out again. They would rather continue to nest here.
Chapter completed!