The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 141

Are you willing to let go?

Facing Wangyou's words, Mo Qianshang's inner thoughts were: The old monk is so wicked that he still wants to trick me into becoming a monk.

So Mo Qianshang raised his head proudly, resolutely,
"The world of mortals is rolling with waves, but my heart remains the same, obsessed with obsession!"

Wangyou shook his head helplessly, but he was very relieved to see that Mo Qianshang could stick to his true heart.

"Master Mo, I wonder if I would like to have a vegetarian meal in the temple with the old monk?"

Mo Qianshang laughed.

"I do what I want, I don't dare to invite you."

Wangyou's wrinkled face was full of smiles.

He likes Mo Qianshang very much, not only because he has the roots of wisdom, but also because he has not gone to an extreme like Ye Dingzhi, but still maintains a youthful heart.This is very similar to Li Changsheng.

"Hey, shall I take you here?"

Behind Mo Qianshang, Su Changhe leaned against a tree and waved casually.

Mo Qianshang waved goodbye without looking back.

Although Su Changhe had some shadows in his heart, none of the people in the dark river had any shadows, at least Su Changhe was considered a friend.

"Farewell. Next time we meet, I'll have a drink with you!"

Su Changhe got angry, turned and left.

"Just think about my mortal drunkenness. Next time we meet, I will be the head of Master Anhe! Remember to respect me a bit then, and don't die. You are one of the two few friends I have. "

"Don't worry, I still remember to give you a punch to wake you up!"

"dream!"

leave, leave.

The future head of the Underworld Patriarch, Su Changhe, one of the future demon heads, returned to the Underworld just like this, and embarked on his path of being the head of the Underworld Patriarch.

In the bloody wind, he grew up to be a ruthless person.

For details, please see: Legend of the Underworld.

Mo Qianshang was slightly emotional and melancholy, but there is always a banquet in the world, parting is the real world, and it is for this reason that it is so rare to meet again.

Touching Wuxin's little bald head, Mo Qianshang said relaxedly.

"Wuxin, I don't lead the way yet. I can't see it."

Ye Anshi, that is, Wuxin, at this moment saw clearly that Mo Qianshang's eyes were covered by a blue ribbon.

'A blind man, a blind man? '

Unintentionally trembling slightly, tears streaming down my eyes,
"Uncle Mo, your eyes."

Mo Qianshang smiled.

"It's okay, it's just a pair of eyes, it's not a big deal. Remember, the heart is like a mirror, and everything is self-evident. Only when the heart sees clearly can you understand what you are doing. Let's go."

Hearing the words, Wuxin was slightly taken aback, and realized something.

The originally violent eyes were slightly softer, he seemed to understand what Mo Qianshang was going to tell him.

Wiping away her tears, she took Mo Qianshang's big hand with her little hand and walked towards Hanshan Temple.

"Uncle Mo, watch your feet, there are rocks ahead."

Mo Qianshang was slightly taken aback, then smiled, raised his legs, stepped over the stone, and followed him.

Wuxin walked cautiously ahead, constantly reminding Mo Qianshang of the road ahead.

Mo Qianshang didn't say anything, and followed his instructions to move forward.

The two of them walked slowly into the sunlight gap of the bamboo forest and disappeared at the end.

An unintentional voice could be faintly heard.

"Uncle Mo, may I be your eyes in the future?"

"Okay! From now on, Uncle Mo will rely on Wuxin to provide for the elderly."

Wangyou's wrinkled face showed an ugly but kind smile, and he put his palms together.

"Amitabha!"

Hanshan Temple.

The meditation room of forgetting worries.

In summer, birds, beasts and insects sing, and the voice of cicadas spreads all over the south of the Yangtze River, talking about summer one after another.

What's the best thing to do in this scorching heat?
eat hot pot!
Does Beili have hotpot?

Mo Qianshang didn't know it before, but now, he knows it.

Because monks also eat hot pot!

It was steaming hot, and the boiling hot water rushed towards the face with heat.

"Uncle Mo, here it is!"

Wuxin put a piece of lotus root in Mo Qianshang's bowl.

Then Mo Qianshang felt the enthusiasm of Xia Ri.

To be honest, he thought Su Zhai should be rice with vegetables without oil.

However, Wangyou actually invited him to eat hot pot, even the word "hot pot" was told to him by the old monk Wangyou, which really shocked him.

"Master, are you sure this is Su Zhai?"

Eating green vegetables that are slightly spicy and full of original taste in the mouth.

Mo Qianshang was a little speechless, but to be honest, the taste was really good.

Wangyou smiled cheerfully and kept adding more food.

He was born in the Kingdom of Tian, ​​and hot pot has long existed in the Western Regions, but people in Beili don't know about it.

"Master Mo, this is a vegetarian dish from the Western Regions, how does it taste?"

"Delicious, very different from Central Plains dishes."

"Hehe, the old man knew that the benefactor would like it. Come and try the sauce that the old man made himself, and you will be satisfied."

Wangyou handed over a bright red sauce.

Mo Qianshang couldn't see it, so he couldn't see the fear in Wuxin's eyes at the moment.

Mo Qianshang reached out to take it, and Wangyou enthusiastically picked up a potato for him.

Then, stick it.

Then, he entered in Wuxin stunned.

Then, Mo Qianshang's face flushed instantly, and he coughed violently.

"It's so spicy and numbing! My God! Master, what did you give me!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Wuxin laughed cheerfully, he was very happy.

He was also deceived by Wangyou when he ate it for the first time, but after that he vowed not to eat Wangyou's sauce.

Wangyou seemed to have expected Mo Qianshang to be like this, so he also laughed cheerfully.

"Master Mo, if you eat it a few times, you will fall in love with this old man's sauce."

"Really?"

"Monks don't lie!"

"Then I'll try again!"

With mental preparation this time, Mo Qianshang found that the entrance was numb and spicy, but the feeling of stimulating the taste buds was indeed very refreshing. Coupled with the scorching summer, there was a feeling of sweating all over the body, just like taking a bath. hot shower!

"This is the second time I eat it, it tastes a lot better. Well, come again."

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, looked at the clear soup in her hand, and then at the red oil in Mo Qianshang's bowl.

"Uncle Mo, is it really so delicious?"

Mo Qianshang nodded, and put the dish Wangyou picked up into his mouth again.

"Try it unintentionally. It's really delicious. You'll like that feeling when you get used to it."

Wuxin hesitated, took the sauce from Wangyou's hand, picked up the ingredients and dipped it lightly.

This time he was mentally prepared, so he only took a small bite.

It is numb and spicy, but the feeling of stimulating the taste buds is indeed different. It is much more delicious than clear soup with little water.

As she gradually got used to it, Wuxin also began to swallow it in big mouthfuls.

Wangyou cheerfully added the ingredients, and the speed in his hands was not slow.

He ate this hot pot when he was a child. When he grew up, he became an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect, but the people who ate with him are no longer there.

Hot pot can be eaten at any time, but the people who eat with it are the most important.

The three of them worked hard together, and in a daze they ate up a large bundle of vegetarian dishes.

The feast wasn't over until the last one ran into the belly of Wuxin Yuanlun.

The door of the Zen room.

Mo Qianshang and Wangyou sat on the futon together, sipping tea.

Feeling slightly.

"Master, thank you for your hospitality. This is the most interesting meal I have ever had. Before leaving Beili, I have no regrets."

"Amitabha, the benefactor is going to Nan Jue, when do you plan to return?"

"I don't know, maybe next year, maybe five years, maybe ten years. The return date is not yet set."

"It's a long way to go, the old monk sent eight words to the benefactor"

"What word?"

"The heart is like Bodhi, and the green lotus blooms by itself."

Mo Qianshang was slightly taken aback, he didn't understand again.

One of these old guys counts as one, and they always like to play charades.

"Master, where is Wuzen? Where did the little guy go?"

"I asked him to learn the supernatural powers of subduing demons with Zen Master Dajue of Jiulong Temple."

"Really? It's a pity. I still remember his silly and greedy look. I probably won't see him in the future."

"Hehe, I will see what I will see."

Wangyou suddenly said seriously.

"Amitabha, Master Mo, you are now blind, how do you plan to go to Nanjue?"

Mo Qianshang picked up the teacup, took a sip,
"Ask. You just need to know how to get there."

Wangyou nodded and said in his mouth.

"As far as his sentient beings are concerned, he will seek and serve his heart, etc., and he will know the truth. Answer: For his heart, etc., he will have all the wonderful wisdom."

There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the tongue trembles like a lotus flower.

Mo Qianshang was slightly taken aback at first, he didn't know what the old monk was going to do.

But after listening to it for a while, he felt that it seemed to be a kind of practice of Buddhism, subconsciously he began to put his palms together and chant together with Wangyou.

So, in this Zen room of Wangyou, under the leadership of Wangyou, Mo Qianshang, like an eminent monk, began to put his palms together and chant Buddhist scriptures.

It's been a long time.

The Sanskrit sound disappears, but the lotus does not exist.

Mo Qianshang also stopped chanting, put his palms together towards Wangyou, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wangyou's face was full of relief, but also emotion.

He was just trying it out, but he didn't expect Mo Qianshang to actually learn it.

This proves that Mo Qianshang is indeed destined for Buddhism, if he enters Buddhism, he may become a new generation of eminent monks.

"Master Mo is born intelligent, and this old man is just an adult beauty."

"How can I understand without the guidance of a master."

Wangyou shook his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip,
"Now, how much can you watch?"

"With the eyes of all things, see the world."

"Can you watch your heart?"

Mo Qianshang shook his head slightly, he hadn't made it this far yet.

"Not for now."

"Enough, enough. This is the end of today, you and I have exhausted our predestined relationship, and Master Mo can go down the mountain."

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the Dharma, and I will bid farewell."

Standing up slowly, clasping his hands together, bowing, Mo Qianshang headed down the mountain.

This time his footsteps were still steady.

Maybe all things see things from different angles, but enough.

All he wanted was a direction.

When they came to the gate of the mountain, the monk opened the gate, only to hear abuse coming from outside the gate.

"Wangyou, hand him over to me! After all, you are also an eminent Buddhist monk, and you actually shield people from the Demon Sect, what are you doing?"

"Hand over Ye Dingzhi's son! Otherwise, we won't be polite!"

"."

A group of martial arts practitioners gathered at the door, each of them looked sad and angry but did not dare to go forward.

Mo Qianshang was slightly puzzled and asked the monk.

"How is this going?"

"Amitabha. Since Wuxin came here, people from the martial arts world have often come here to insult and provoke me every now and then. The abbot doesn't want to get entangled with them, so let us close the door to thank the guests."

Thinking of Wangyou's character, Mo Qianshang suddenly realized
"I see"

Wangyou is an eminent Buddhist monk with high virtue and prestige, so he won't make a move.

Therefore, even if these people know Wangyou's strength, they are not afraid of him.

This is a typical example of people who are good at being bullied, and horses who are good at being ridden by others.

Thinking of this, Mo Qianshang felt that he was about to make a move.

After all, I just accepted his love, at this time, I always need a little help!

Step forward.

"Hey, you guys, I remember that Baili Dongjun of Xueyue City once said that if someone disturbs Hanshan Temple, he will not be polite. Have you forgotten?"

Everyone saw a blind man coming out and looked at each other.

Hearing his words, the leader among them scolded angrily.

"So what about Baili Dongjun? His family members didn't die in the hands of the Demon Cult, so what right does he have to make irresponsible remarks there!"

"That's right! What right does he have to make irresponsible remarks? If you have the ability, let him kill me. My relatives are all dead. I will go down to accompany them at worst!"

Noisy scolding sounds can be heard endlessly.

Wulin is the Wulin of Jianghu.

As long as everyone is in the Jianghu, they must follow this rule. If they kill people for no reason, it will spread to the entire Jianghu in an instant, so the more decent people are, the more they cherish their feathers.

And at this time, Mo Qianshang's identity as the Demon Lord is very useful.

Because of him, there is no need to abide by this rule.

There was a flash of cold light, listening to the rain coming out, it stuck straight into the ground, submerged three feet.

The leader was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

Because of this sword, it was in the middle of his crotch.

"You, what do you want?"

Mo Qianshang snorted coldly and stepped forward slowly.

"I am the Mozun Mo Qianshang, tell everyone! This Hanshan Temple is my place! Anyone who dares to disturb me again will be killed!"

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a collection.

　　Originally, I wanted to post two chapters together, so let’s post one chapter first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)