The nameless snow mountain had a radius of several thousand miles. It was majestic and vast, with a beautiful spring and clear water. Immortal mist pervaded the air. The main peak was delicate and straight, reaching straight into the clouds. The peak was covered in thick and flowing clouds all day long. The temple where Yu Luo became a monk was located here.
The green bamboos in the mountain stream formed a shade, and the stream flowed. The clouds perched on the bamboo path, and the green bamboos on both sides formed a shade. The path meandered deep into the forest, and the murmuring stream flowed down along the path. Occasionally, the sweet and pleasant sound of birds could be heard, making it seem quiet and cool. It was especially relaxing and pleasing to the eye. However, Wang Teng suddenly felt a trace of coldness. The gloomy rolling clouds suddenly surged in the sky, and the cold wind blew. The dark and cold sky brought a touch of bluish-white color that was not considered bright. It was snowing!
The ancient trees in the golden mountain temple reached the sky, and the atmosphere was solemn. The morning bell and drum, the burning shell Buddhist chant, and the smoke and candlelight filled the cold world, making it seem ethereal. Ming Kong led the way while Wang Teng held his lover's hand and followed behind.
No one could see through what he was thinking with his dark eyes that were as bright as the night sky.
The three of them walked along the mountain path that had been repaired. The lonely and empty mountains were no longer lonely because of the person in their hands. They strolled in the snow. Because they were walking on a small path, they did not see a single person for a long time. Wang Teng was in no hurry to walk with Mingxiu in the enchanting snow scenery, like a young master who was touring the mountains and playing with water. His expression was filled with leisure and leisure. The sound of his feet stepping on the snow echoed clearly in the quiet and vast mountain path.
The forest covered in snow and the cold mountain wind made Wang Teng temporarily forget the dust in the world of mortals. He silently enjoyed the tranquility of the ancient temple. The clouds covered the towering peaks and the stone path that was slanted and covered with snow. The moss-like marks in the water by the roadside had also disappeared. Only the green stream remained the same. Ding Ding Dong Dong kept knocking on his heartstrings.
The three of them came to the Qingyin Pavilion and listened quietly to the ethereal Sanskrit. The past was like the wind, and things were the same but people had changed! Time always changes everything in the world mercilessly. No one can stop it. I wonder if you have changed a lot since you resolutely left?
The three-story Qingyin Pavilion elegantly and perfectly blended into the surrounding mountains and rivers, like a fairyland. The water in the mountain stream was as clear as jade beads jumping on the snow-covered rocks. It was still crisp and pleasant to the ear. The roots of the trees under the shade of the mountain stream and the cracks in the rocks often trickled out. The sound of flowing springs and waterfalls could be heard everywhere.
"Cold and clear sound, alone in the high mountain pavilion.”
It was a beautiful scene where the white snow and green trees reflected each other. The distant mountains were rugged and seemed arrogant, but the steep rocks did not reveal their true appearance. They were all covered by tall trees, low shrubs, and weeds. Even the strange rocks that occasionally appeared were all dyed by the white moss and snow. The stream flowing down the mountain just happened to clearly reflect the mountain and the people's figures.
In the ethereal boundless world, a strange and familiar feeling suddenly surged into Wang Teng's heart. "Creak!" Without waiting for Ming Kong to come forward to call, the door suddenly opened. It was a young nun in her thirties, dressed in white linen clothes. She had an elegant temperament and was graceful. She stood at the door, wearing a thin silk dress and had her hands made into a lotus seal. Her jade face was not tainted by any secular world, just like a meditating Guanyin. However, the hair that fell to her waist in her memory had already drifted away with the wind, leaving no trace behind.
The nun lowered her eyes, pressed her palms together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly. She ordered the nuns to leave and gently held Mingxiu's small hand. Her voice was as clear as the ice and snow of the mountains. Her expression was complicated, but she said in a cold voice,"What are you doing here?"
The first thing he felt when he first saw the nun was that she still had the same face and the same familiar indifferent tone. Her delicate body emitted a faint sandalwood fragrance, and her clean and beautiful face was still the same as before. It seemed that the past ten years had not left a trace on her face. However, it seemed like this elder who looked like a bright and elegant person did not welcome Wang Teng, her cold expression made it seem like Wang Teng, the young master of Northern Plains 'number one aristocratic family, owed her a great emperor ancient scripture.
Feeling the nun's scrutinizing gaze, which was so hot that it could almost melt a person, Wang Teng could not stand it anymore. Thinking of the stubborn personality and identity of this person in front of him, thinking that he owed her after all, he thought that it was better for him to take a step back. With a helpless expression, he said,"Auntie, I came all the way here. Aren't you going to invite me in?”
In the end, Mingxiu saw that the atmosphere between the two was getting worse and worse, so she opened her mouth to smooth things over."It's cold outside. You should come in. Master, don't you like Xiu-Er's tea? I just made some pastries a few days ago. Tianyu, come in and have a taste.”Without waiting for the two of them to answer, he walked up to Tingxue House, holding each of them in each hand. Hearing this, everyone understood that the nun was Wang Teng's aunt. However, the relationship between the nun and Wang Teng seemed to be extraordinary.
In the Snow Listening Room of the Qingyin Pavilion, the Zen bells rang all around, cleansing the world and cleansing the mind of worries. Listening to the bell chimes, he tasted a cup of green tea that Mingxiu had personally brewed. Hmm, not bad. It was simple, elegant, natural, and fresh. That familiar taste suppressed Wang Teng's restless thoughts. He sat alone across from the two of them and looked at Mingxiu, who was concentrating on brewing tea. His heart was shaken. He watched the snow scenery, tasted the tea, and admired the beauties. This was really a good place in the human world, the North Thearch thought shamelessly.
" Gulp!" A large lump of saliva slid down her throat. Possess him, possess him! At that moment, a crazy idea emerged in his mind. The obsession hidden in Yuan Wang Teng's mind was unprecedentedly excited. The restless power in his dantian expanded rapidly, and he was evenly matched with Tian Yu, who was currently in the dominant position.
His heart trembled violently, and a terrifying feeling surged from the depths of his heart." This is a memory that I can't forget." How much resentment was this? Why was my taste so bad that I insisted on this Ming Xiu? Then wouldn't he really be finished? Someone wailed!
Dao Ancestor Three Pure Ones, Amitabha, Amen, bless you. All sorts of incantations came out, and he quickly suppressed this evil thought. He looked around and listened carefully. He secretly cheered up in his heart, and his gaze was encouraging and firm." Wang Teng, you are a young man of the twenty-first century. You have ideals, morals, culture, and discipline. Hold on, hold on. Although you have a good impression of Mingxiu, you definitely can't be like this young man who has lost his way. You are now Wang Teng version 2.0.”
"Come, have a taste of the specialty iron gall loquat here. It's a thousand-year-old!”Mingxiu brought over an exquisite jade plate with a bunch of spirit fruits on it. Wang Teng looked at the rare and precious fruits and his appetite was aroused. The fruit was light yellow and sparkling like jade. The strangest thing was that there was a five-colored light flowing on the fruit. Mingxiu picked the biggest one, took a small bite, and handed it to Wang Teng.
Mingxiu's mother was immediately unhappy. What was going on? Although it was said that a son's age was not up to his mother, your mother had given birth to you and raised you for twenty years. How could your mother accept that you were so attentive to your lover the moment you saw him? Especially when she saw Wang Teng's annoying appearance, our Nun Xueqing was even more inexplicably angry. Her heart was bubbling with jealousy as if she had knocked over a jar of vinegar.
Wang Teng picked one up and swallowed it. Clack! The subtle sound was like the explosion of candlelight. It was clearly a very soft thing, but it made a crisp sound. It was really unbelievable.
There was no taste. The tip of his tongue could not taste anything. Teng Wang was surprised. This was the first time he had eaten something tasteless. However, after a while, the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty came together.
Let's talk about the sourness first. That sourness was not the sourness of sourness, but the sourness that made people feel comfortable. This sourness was not so sour that it made your teeth hurt, but it was so sour that it made your teeth feel comfortable. It sounded like a miracle to make his teeth comfortable, but it really did it.
After the sourness came sweetness. This sweetness was because the transition from sourness to sweetness was so natural. Yes, it was natural. It made people feel that it was natural. It was sweet and sweet. There were no words to describe this sweet taste.
From sweet to bitter, it was unbelievable. It was not very difficult to turn sour into sweet, but it was not so easy to turn sweet into bitter, especially when there was bitterness in the sweetness, sweetness in the bitterness, and sweetness in the bitterness. This kind of suffering was happy and justified. In Wang Teng's eyes, it was beyond the usual suffering, but an experience of life.
Bitter to spicy, it was another unexpected twist. However, this change was very sudden. However, even though it was very sudden, one would not believe it. It was hard to accept that it had suddenly become a matter of course. Spicy wasn't scary, but it would make you sweat a little, but it wouldn't make you feel hot. Instead, it would make your whole body feel cool. This coolness came at the right time. Without this coolness, you wouldn't be able to taste this spicy taste at all.
After the spiciness came the saltiness. Saltiness was the king of all flavors. Any dish could not do without salt. It was the finishing touch that sublimated the first four flavors. The salt grains hit the taste buds and teeth, but this experience made you feel very comfortable. Yes, it was contentment. It was contentment that came from the bottom of his heart.
In the end, it was tasteless. This time, it was not as tasteless as the last time. It was a kind of transcendence, reaching the realm of returning to simplicity. It appeared so naturally and appropriately, and it also had such endless meaning. That's right, the highest realm of taste was tasteless!
"It's delicious. It's indeed delicious." Wang Teng exclaimed in his heart," Who made 300 pills of gold?" From now on, the magpie will be able to consume jade, and there will be more milk and cold teeth." Wang Teng had never eaten such a delicious treasure in his two lifetimes. When Mingxiu wasn't paying attention, he quietly put his hot hand on her buttocks that were shaped like an oval peach. He gently pinched it, indicating that his baby would feed him another one.
In fact, the value of the thousand-year-old iron loquat did not lie in whether it was delicious or not, but in its two common uses.
It was one of the best tonics to increase true essence. Of course, for a cultivator like Wang Teng, the effect of the thousand-year-old iron loquat was not great, but for beginners, it was different. Thousand-year iron loquat could increase their cultivation base by at least sixty years. Sixty years of cultivation base might not seem like much, but for beginner cultivators, it was extremely meaningful.
The other function was even more prominent. In ancient times, there was a divine wine that could make one drunk and dream for a lifetime. Now, there were all five flavors of topaz loquat. Wang Teng tasted a kind of life. In a good mood, he could not help but shout. At this moment, Wang Teng had the urge to dance with his sword.
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