Chapter 107 Not obsessed

The bamboo marks are light ink, the bamboo curtain is green, and a warm morning breeze blows in from a grid of bamboo windows, with the fragrance of unknown wild flowers in the wind. The birds chirped happily outside the window, but it was dawn.

With a slight movement, the bamboo bed creaks. Like a small song, once, the squeaking sound of this bed was also the sound of every man's dream? However, there is a lack of a plump body that makes men sweat like rain. Of course, there is also the sound like the sweet and intoxicating bird song of spring. Well, that's probably where spring comes from...

However, what Murong Xiaoxian heard in his ears was not such a pleasant sound, but a thunderous broken voice.

"Hey, you stinky boy, you're awake, but you're pretending to sleep! Get up and cut firewood for me!" A mixed smell came to my nose, and the fragrance of the morning breeze was suddenly diluted a lot.

Murong Xiaoxian slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was still the bald old man. His head was oily and grassless, but his face was oily and rich. He couldn't see how old he was. It's just that the clothes are patched, and I don't know how many clothes are put together. And the most rare thing about this dress is that it is also oily. I don't know how many food residues are painted on it, and the color of the clothes is a little strange. It's just that the smell, I don't know how many years I haven't washed it, and the wind can also spread 30 miles!

"My father-in-law, I'm really wronged. You woke me up." Murong Xiaoxian is arguing.

"Hey, joke, don't bully me to be deaf and blind! I heard you turn over 37 times and cough 22 times in the morning! Do you want to bully the little old man and I am ignorant? I know that tossing and turning seems to mean that people have something on their minds and can't sleep at all!" The dirty old man said.

Murong Xiaoxian got up from ** and couldn't help smiling: "Aren't I thinking about where to cut firewood in the near future?"

"Less quibble! You have been eating and drinking here for nothing for three months. I still have to bring you soup and medicine, and even give you a taste of cold and hot food. You must have a conscience. In order to repay me, you have to cut a hundred piles of firewood for me before you can leave. The old man said vibly.

"You said that the medicine I drank has been tasted by you..." Murong Xiaoxian was electrocuted and looked at the old man's face, which was almost smeared with an oil pen, and the little runny nose that flowed from time to time, and almost fainted.

"Hmm! You don't know how to thank me, but you dare to doubt my kindness to you? Humph..... Cut two hundred piles of firewood before you leave!" The old man said angrily.

Murong Xiaoxian was stunned. He had to cut two hundred stacks of firewood for three days without eating or drinking. Isn't that 600 days?

"This... All right!" Murong Xiaoxian gritted his teeth. After all, he was saved. Even if there were 200 more piles, he should not refuse.

"Hey, it's almost the same. Forget it, don't cut firewood today. Come on, come out, I want to talk to you..." The old man finally showed a kind face.

Murong Xiaoxian walked out of the small bamboo house with the old man, but the air outside the room was fresher.

The weeds are green, the wild flowers are brilliant, the distant mountains are picturesque, and the nearby water sings joyful songs. The old man is very good at choosing a place.

Murong Xiaoxian took a look at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help sighing.

In fact, this is the fourth month since he came here, and he has been watching these scenes for a month. But every time I look at it, I have a different feeling.

According to the old man, it was said that one night four months ago, he heard a loud noise in the mountain, and a hill was knocked down in half. After dawn, the old man went out to check and found himself in a coma among the rocks. Then the old man brought himself back and devoted his life to buying medicine for himself. It took three months to wake himself up.

Murong Xiaoxian has no impression of these things. His mind has been muddle-headed. He has been trying to recall what happened to him, but he can't remember anything.

I can't even remember my name.

"Hey, boy, do you remember your name?" The old man found a stone bench and sat down and asked Murong Xiaoxian leisurely.

Murong Xiaoxian sat down casually on the ground, thought hard for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't remember..."

"I really can't remember?" The old man was a little curious and looked at Murong Xiaoxian confidently. After confirming that Murong Xiaoxian had not lied, he nodded.

"In this case, you can't be without a name. Why don't you call me Xu Zhu? You see, my place is full of green bamboo, the distant view is like smoke, the close view is picturesque, and your appearance is not worthy of such a poetic and picturesque name..." The old man nodded, quite satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Huozhu? How does this name sound familiar? However, it doesn't seem to be unpleasant. Let's wait until I remember my name..." After thinking about it, Murong Xiaoxian got up to thank him.

"When I found you, I thought you were a master who fled here after being hunted down by enemies. After all, no one could break in here casually. But then I found that you don't have a trace of true element flow around you, let alone any characteristics of cultivation. Except that the physique is stronger than ordinary people, there is nothing special. However, your meridians are much wider than ordinary people. If you embark on the road of cultivation, it is estimated that you will be much faster than others. By the way, how old are you? The old man's eyes suddenly lit up when he remembered the matter of Xiuzhen.

"Fature, I can't remember..." Murong Xiaoxian bowed his head and thought hard for a long time, and then looked up and said to the old man with a sad face.

"This is a problem. But everything has me!" The old man laughed and was indescribably proud.

"I don't know where my father-in-law came from?" Murong Xiaoxian suddenly found that the old man was a little unpredictable, and everything was mysterious.

Bang! The old man patted himself on the forehead and laughed, "Xu Zhu, you see, my memory is getting worse and worse. My name is not crazy, but I am a monk of Zen Temple. Responsible, um, responsible for supplying the daily firewood of Zen Robbery Temple..."

Only then did Murong Xiaoxian suddenly realize that there was a reason why the old man's head was "bald". Did such an old monk work as a job or was he responsible for cutting firewood? I guess this body bone is almost unaffable, otherwise you wouldn't have let yourself cut firewood so desperately, right?

Although he thought so, Murong Xiaoxian said respectfully: "It turned out to be a senior monk of Zen Temple. No wonder he has such a taste and can choose such a treasure mountain to practice..."

Don't turn your eyes and sneer, "Don't flatter! Have you ever seen a monk cut wood? Originally, at my age, I can at least be an abbot of the precepts..."

"That must be a monk who disdains to associate with those stinky monks..." Murong Xiaoxian smiled and sent a high hat again.

"That's not true. Counting up, it can only be said that the concept of Zen is different, and I unfortunately violated the eight precepts of the Zen Robbery Temple..." He smiled, but his eyes were suddenly a little lost.

"Strictly speaking, the current host is still from my nephew's generation." He shook his head.

Violation of the Eight Commandments? Murong Xiaoxian was shocked, but there was a vague feeling that the people of this temple were bound to be extremely strict with those precepts, and those who violated a light one were expelled from the door wall. It is estimated that these eight precepts must be without abstaining from meat, killing and so on, because Murong Xiaoxian has eaten a lot of wild animals these days...

"Well, master, dare you ask what the hell is here?" Murong Xiaoxian asked modestly, but the aura of the mountain here was a little familiar.

"Oh, this is the Yang Peak in the west of Chuangjie Mountain. This is Guiyang Peak, the last of the ten peaks. The environment is good, but the aura is far from other peaks, so the firewood here can only burn fire, while the vegetation produced by other peaks is a good material for elixirs or magic weapons!" He shook his head and seemed to be very dissatisfied.

"So you are the only master in Guiyang Peak?" Murong Xiaoxian asked tentatively.

"Of course not! I'm the only one who cuts firewood, and I'm not tired of breaking my old bones! My disciples of Guiyang Peak are much more than those of other peaks. Originally, they were all selected and highly qualified blanks in the world, but some people were not suitable for the method of Zen Temple, so they had to come to Guiyangfeng to do the duties of some diligent disciples. He patted his head without regret, but said instead, "The reason why I was different from the concept of Zen Temple at the beginning was that the main difference was still in practicing the method. Now, since these disciples are not suitable for the mainstream method of the Zen Robbery Temple, I will pass on my cultivation method to them. Hahaha, a year later, I will definitely surprise those stubborn bald donkeys!" Answer proudly.

"But why didn't I see those disciples..." Murong Xiaoxian asked doubtfully.

"This is the top of Guiyang Peak! Except for the host, no one can come up. Even if other peaks want to come up, hum, they have to make an appointment with me in advance before the third day, otherwise, they will not be seen! The other disciples are all halfway up the mountain. You cut firewood at the back of the peak of Guiyang Peak, hey..." With a look, it seems that there is some secret hidden.

bald donkey? This word is familiar.....

"Don't worry, after you cut a hundred stacks of firewood, I will naturally take you there. By the way, your barbecue craft a few days ago is really good. I'm going to catch a few pheasants. You prepare some seasonings..." With a smile, your figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a pungent musty smell floating in the air for a long time...