MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 133 Boiled snow mountain night

Youzhou is the northernmost state in the Tang Dynasty and the coldest place in the Central Plains.

It is said that people living in the north of the city, because of the freezing cold in winter, can easily form ice and snow when they speak, and they may not be able to hear each other when they stand opposite each other. They have to go home and cook slowly. This legend is from a temple in the north of the city. Over time, this temple is known as boiled snow, which has become the origin of the boiled temple.

The Daxiong Hall of Boiled Snow Temple stands in the middle of the temple. The front of the temple stands three doors. There are three golden statues in the temple. One is the Buddha, the other one, the one who is the sacred, the one who is in the front of the golden statue. A pale yellow futon, there is no one above the futon.

On the side of the Daxiong Hall, there is a small house where Master Yunxia lives.

The sky is getting dark, and snowflakes are floating outside the temple.

There is a small stove in the house of Master Yunxia. There is a small pot on the stove. There is a little tea in the pot. The top of the pot is full of hot air, and there is a bubbling sound inside. A yellow hand held the teapot and poured out half of the tea, leaving half of it in the pot.

Put the tea on the mouth, gently sip a bit, some faint, it seems that the long-term boiling makes the residual tea already lost its taste, but this Yunxia master, but whispered, "three-point snow, boil seven tea Aroma is also a great taste for the world."

On the falling snow outside the house, Master Yunxia slowly replenished a cup of residual tea, then got up and walked outside the house, reached for a few snowflakes, and his eyes flowed in his arms, and his eyes closed and he seemed to put all his thoughts in this snow and fog. .

"Listen to the wind."

"Boil the snow."

"Recalling old things."

Master Yunxia sighed with a sigh of relief.

"A decade ago, when the cold night came to tea as a wine, the bamboo stove soup was boiling and red. What about today? The mountain gate is not open. If it is cooked, the tea is also finished, what is the future of boiling snow temple? ”

Lifting the leg into the Daxiong Hall, there is no closing.

The snow falling outside the door blew into the temple with the wind blowing, and the dim light shook and swayed, killing four or five candlelights.

Once again, I sighed, and Yunxia’s master was full of clouds and feet.

The martial arts of a sip of tea, when he left, looked up, the golden statue in front of him actually showed a vision!

The corners of the golden image actually flowed out a faint blood stain, and the blood flowing out of one eye was scarred and scarred. The blood flowing out of one eye was purple and dark.

Looking at the golden image of the blood, Master Yunxia’s face was even colder, and the hands of the hands in the sleeves were extremely fast, and they finally breathed a deep breath.

After half a ring, the whole boiled temple was received by the abbot. "From this night, boiled snow temple closed the mountain, there is no abbot order, no one can leave the temple door half a step, and no one is allowed to step into the temple door. All the disciples in the temple, devote themselves to the practice of Buddhism, and settled in retreat. Within ten years, Bo Xue Temple no longer participates in any matter of comprehension."

Fengshan handcuffs use the highest level of the Golden Temple.

The content is also the most rigorous, and the order issued in the most crisis is in the impression of this generation. In the past 100 years, this level of closure has never been issued. Even when the Emperor first destroyed the Buddha, the boiled temple did not seal the mountain for ten years, nor refused to accept all the matters of comprehension. This is almost equivalent to the separation from the secular, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hidden.

But this is the gold handcuffs that the abbot and Yunxia master jointly released, and the leader of the whole boiled snow temple must be executed.

Standing in front of the main hall of the main hall, the abbot of the botanical temple looked at the snow in the distance, and said slowly, "Do you think that closing the mountain can avoid this disaster?"

Master Yun Xia stood on the side of the abbot. "I can't avoid it. I don't know, but I know that opening the door will definitely bring the boiled temple into a state of annihilation."

"The golden bleed has given us a clear warning, and we can't ignore it." Master Yunxia said that the mood is somewhat low. "Senior brother, do you think that I am willing to make this decision? I just made a decision, tonight's guest. It is my old friend who has an extraordinary causal relationship with me. Closed-door is the cause and effect. The people who have been practicing Buddha in my generation are the most serious cause and effect. If it is not urgent, I will not be like this."

The abbot turned his head and took a hand from the scorpion and took a picture of Master Yunxia’s shoulder. “The younger brother has the heart. The Qiu Xueji can’t die because of you and me.”

"I understand the truth, so I can make a decision."

The Lushan boiled snow temple under the night.

There was a twisting and closing sound.

The snow covered the road up the mountain, and the bells of the time became the dead silence at this time.

On the climbing stone ladder of Lushan Mountain, the leaves lacked a dozen people, step by step toward the boiling snow temple. Lei Tianyou is still carrying the tree across the tree, and the red bean actually climbed the back of the leaf with ‘unscrupulous’. The name is to make him apologize, and he said that he is sleepy and unwilling to walk.

These days, the lack of leaves is not a way to get red beans, can scare her in the first few days, to do it, but now it is really hands-on, I am afraid that she can not beat her, the difference between the two, plus Knowing the true identity of the red bean, Ye deficiency has no idea of ​​doing it with her.

And he finally knows why the red bean would say that he didn't look young. According to the dragon's calculation, she is really just a girl, an underage little dragon girl.

According to the calculation of the human side, her age is close to one hundred years old.

However, Ye Ye is not a normal person. His body is less than 20 years old. He is still a young man. Don’t forget, his heart is already a hundred years old. Seriously, he is also an old man. At the very least, the level of the heart is an old man.

No one is taking advantage of each other.

The lack of leaves is also considered to be open, and the back can be back, there can be multiple, at most, carrying the head dragon, he is a star savvy practitioner, and is also responsible for the secret book, but also afraid of this little thing.

Think about it, the average person has not had this opportunity yet.

This is a real little dragon girl!

The mountain road under the night is dark and deep, and it is a wild mountain. It looks dark and black, and the head is dark and the leaves are not good. The young female disciples of Fengleige are already scared.

These dozens of female disciples, seriously calculated, most of them actually went out for the first time.

The first time is this kind of test that has no return, the most dangerous, and it’s okay at first. With the passage of time, the inner fear will become more and more intense. Fortunately, Lei Tianyou woke up once in the day, and there are The lack of leaves and the two masters of red beans are next to them. If there is only a male disciple who manages the tree, it is impossible for these people to dare to go forward.

"Training the younger brother, how long will it have arrived, the night is deep, we will not go the wrong way?" Someone whispered.

"I also feel a bit stunned. I can't see anything in front. Isn't it right?"

"I am almost unable to hold it."

After all, the female disciple is not as good as the male disciple. After a whole day of attack, whether it is from the real yuan, or from the physical strength or the spirit, it is almost reaching its limit.

Guan Shuheng lifted Lei Tianyou's body up, and then carefully observed the surrounding situation, and then thought for a long time, this is not sure, said, "Sisters, everyone will stick to it, according to the master's Hey, we should have not taken the wrong road. The front is the boiled snow temple."

"Everyone looks at the foot, the snowy night is slippery, don't fall, everyone tries to support it and have a look at each other."

Although the snowy night is slippery, snow can also reflect some faint light, which is definitely worse than the full moon, but it is definitely better than some faint stars.

With one goal and fear of Lei Tianyou's injury, the female disciples finally bite their teeth again, and once again lifted their legs and climbed toward the top of the mountain step by step.

In the twilight, a dozen figures walked in the mountains of Lushan, the wilderness was lonely, the night was silent, only a faint gasping.

When this group of female disciples is about to be exhausted, a large group of antique temples finally appears in front of everyone. At this time, the temple is covered with a layer of faint white gauze, which can be seen from the appearance. Every day, people clean up and repair, and there is an infinite amount of pressure from the temple.

"The Buddha's lawlessness!"

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with where we come. The Buddhas here are definitely not very strong. The Shanmen is just unusual." The female disciple who walked in the front said excitedly.

"Teacher, you are going to knock on the door, we are going to hold on."

I made a sorry gesture with my sisters. The tree tree hurriedly walked a few steps and went to the temple gate. In fact, he was very tired and tired than others, but there was no way, Feng Leige, Now he is only a male disciple, he must have a role.

"Hey!"

Three dull taps, the sound is not big, the tube tree seems to not want to disturb others, may also feel too hard and impolite, so only knocked three times.

Everyone is waiting outside the temple, and the snow under the head is getting bigger and bigger.

Half a day passed, there was no movement in the temple.

"Teacher, you can knock a few more times."

"Strongly, now it is late at night, and the chefs who may cook the temple are already going to practice or fall asleep."

Looking back at the teacher and sister, Guan Shuhe hesitated a bit, even put his ear on the temple door and listened to it. After confirming that there was no footsteps, he bit his teeth and knocked three times. This time the voice was bigger than that. But it is still dull.

The knocking on the door echoed in the mountains, but it seemed to be absorbed by the snow.

Waiting for a quarter of an hour, there is still no movement. This time, even the expression of the lack of leaves is somewhat doubtful. It was a temporary affair with the management of the tree, and I thought of sending the disciples of this group of Fengleige to a safe place. It’s not too late to go, but now it seems that it is a twist.

"Get out of the way, let me try."

A tree was stretched over the back of the tree. It turned out that his sister could not wait any longer, but he had to knock at the door himself.

"Hey!"

A huge slamming sound rang, and the girl came up with the strength to eat milk. She didn't think about any politeness and rudeness. She couldn't hold it anymore, and who could care about those.