Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 36 If there is no perfection, where does the word nirvana come from?
There was drizzle in the mountains and forests, making the mountains even greener.
There was a herd of cattle walking at the foot of the mountain, eating grass with their heads down, but no one knew where the boy who was herding the cattle had gone.
There was a lake beside the mountains, and by the water sat an old fisherman, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, with half his hair and beard white.
There was a boatman on the lake, holding a bamboo pole and rowing the boat slowly.
There was a woodcutter sitting at the bow, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, and he seemed to be planning to take the boat back to the distant village.
On the mountain path, Li Si came with Bai Yaoer, holding an umbrella.
It had rained a lot recently, so he had to buy a new umbrella in a nearby town. He had an umbrella before, but it was broken when he was being chased by Yan Tingzhi.
Bai Yaoer sneezed. She had caught a cold recently, but she should be well soon because Li Si had already prepared some medicine for her on the way here and asked her to drink it.
Li Si knew some medical skills, or rather, his medical skills were pretty good. When he was practicing inner energy in the past, he had eaten a lot of herbs and poisons, and he knew a little about the medicinal properties of them.
Although serious illnesses cannot be cured, there is no problem in curing typhoid fever and colds.
Jinshan Temple is not far away. Just keep walking down this mountain path, and at the end of the road you will find the gate of Jinshan Temple.
However, this mountain path is narrow, remote and steep, so few people will take this path, and even fewer will walk to the end of the path.
As a result, naturally few people know that there is a Jinshan Temple on this mountain. They only know that a corner of the brick walls and green tiles occasionally appears in the lush forest.
As for how Li Si found this place before, who knows.
Maybe he happened to pass by, maybe he came here on purpose, or maybe he just heard the empty sound of the monks chanting in the temple and left with nothing.
Anyway, even if there is a story, it is just an old and boring story.
Raindrops were hanging from the paper umbrella, white shoes were stepping on the stone slabs, and the white clothes were stained with some black mud.
Li Si walked up the mountain holding an umbrella. As he walked, he took a look at the people on the lake at the foot of the mountain.
Bai Yaoer followed him breathlessly.
This girl's martial arts skills are not very good, and she can't walk on a slightly steep road.
"You call this a little steep?" Bai Yaoer supported herself on her knees and stepped onto a stone step with difficulty.
Looking at the almost vertical road in front of her, she felt dizzy.
This mountain path was built deep in the mountains and forests. Not only was it steep, but there was also moss and mud on the stone slabs. If she slipped, she could fall directly down the mountain. This made her take every step very carefully and with great effort.
She was only halfway up the climb and she was almost exhausted.
"This is indeed not that steep." Li Si stopped, held up the umbrella, looked at Bai Yaoer behind him, and said with a sigh.
The young people nowadays are really getting worse and worse.
I remember that when he was a teenager, he climbed a cliff with his bare hands.
"Anyway, I can't do it anymore." Bai Yaoer panted, held onto an old tree growing diagonally on the side of the road, and spoke intermittently.
Then she seemed to have thought of a solution and looked up at Li Si.
"Otherwise, you should use Qinggong to take me up."
"You won't accuse me of taking advantage of you this time?" Li Si hooked his lips and smiled helplessly.
Before, when they were at the foot of the mountain, he asked Bai Yaoer whether he wanted to bring her up directly, but she covered her hands and refused to comply.
In fact, even if Li Si wanted to take advantage of someone, he would not look for a little girl like her who has nothing.
"I, I never said such words." Bai Yaoer said weakly, holding onto the tree.
Oh, this girl.
With a slight bitter smile, Li Si walked down a step, stretched out a hand to Bai Yaoer and said.
"Forget it, give me your hand."
Looking at Li Si's hand stretched out in front of her, Bai Yaoer stiffly shifted her gaze away a little, but after a while, she still held his hand.
Li Si's hands were slightly warm, and they felt very comfortable to hold in the cool drizzle.
But before Bai Yaoer could feel anything carefully, her body floated up.
It indeed floated up, rose from the ground, and walked away in the smoke.
Bai Yaoer assured that she had never had such an experience in her life.
At this moment, she was like a wisp of light cloud. Wrapped in a stream of true energy, she floated into the air and shuttled through the drizzle.
His body seemed to have no weight, floating in the wind, flying over the mountains, rocks and trees.
Everything beneath her quickly faded away as she flew higher and higher.
In the mist and rain, the figure in white holding an umbrella, walking in the light breeze and drizzle, took her into the clouds that half covered the mountainside.
The floating clouds blocked my eyes, making everything hazy.
Bai Yaoer even had a feeling of walking on the clouds, as if she was detached from the mortal world, and her surroundings were light and airy.
Only at this moment did she truly understand how people in the martial arts world evaluated Li Si.
His lightness skill is unparalleled in the world.
These four words, which have been said so many times, are the most appropriate description of Li Si's lightness skill.
On the lake at the foot of the mountain, the woodcutter sitting on the boat pressed down his hat, looked at the figure going away in the mountains, and spoke softly.
"It's really a beautiful Qinggong."
"Yes." The boatman at the bow supported the boat with a bamboo pole, lowered his scarred cheek, and watched the waves swaying.
"After all, he's never been caught."
“Bang!”
The fisherman on the shore suddenly pulled up the fishing rod in his hand.
He pulled a lively bluefin tuna out of the water and hung it in the air, flapping its tail.
"Wow! What a big fish!"
The fisherman said with a smile, took the fish with his calloused hands and put it into the fish basket beside him.
…
In Jinshan Temple, an old monk who had just finished chanting sutras was drinking tea. He drank very slowly and looked calm. His loose monk robe made his already inconspicuous body look even thinner.
Suddenly, the fallen leaves in front of the temple were blown away by a breeze that came from nowhere.
The tea in the old monk's hand also began to ripple slightly.
"Heh." The old monk closed his wrinkled eyes, pursed his dry lips and smiled, then spoke towards the roof without raising his head.
"Donor Li, since you are here, why do you have to hide from me?"
Except for Li Si, he has always been the one avoiding people, and no one has ever avoided him.
"I'm sorry that this has caused you some trouble."
A gentle voice came from the room.
Afterwards, Li Si brought Bai Yaoer into the yard.
Bai Yaoer was still in a daze, while Li Si put away his umbrella, patted his clothes, smiled, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the old monk under the eaves.
"Long time no see, Monk Yuanji."
“You are…”
The deceased old monk held the tea in his hand and looked at Li Si helplessly .
"If you really felt embarrassed, you wouldn't have brought this trouble."
"Don't you think that since we are so close, there's no need to be so formal, right?"
Li Si smiled and walked over to the deceased monk and sat down.
He picked up a prepared cup in a rather scoundrelly manner and poured himself a cup of tea.
The two people under the eaves understood it very clearly.
One of them will definitely come, and the other will definitely wait.
