Wang An and Li Xinzhu chatted for a long time.

One day later, Li Xinzhu left the mountain village. He still had some things to deal with outside the mountain village. Before leaving, he and Wang An agreed that he would come back after the sixth day of the lunar month.

 The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the mountain villages are busier than usual. Some people working in the city have returned to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year.

There are also many license plates from other places in the village, and some people come to visit the two old people in the old house. These people come every year, and people in the village are used to it.

They have also gossiped about what Wang An does and why do people come to visit him during the Chinese New Year? They drive luxury cars and look like they are either rich or noble.

 At first, there were all kinds of gossips, but after chatting for a while, they lost interest, and gradually they no longer paid attention to this matter. Maybe one day, when these people stop coming, people in the village will talk about this matter again.

 Mountain villages where people come and go are more popular after all.

 On New Year's Eve, Wang An accompanied two old people to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The program seemed to be getting worse every year and was boring.

 With the sound of firecrackers, another year has passed.

Wang An did not leave the mountain village until after the Lantern Festival.

"This time I may have to stay on Yuxiao Mountain for a relatively long time, maybe a few months, maybe a year. I'll leave the affairs here to you," Wang Andao said.

 He had a hunch that during this retreat, his cultivation should be further improved.

So, he came to Yuxiao Mountain again and started boring practice day after day.

 A land in the northwest thousands of miles away from Yuxiao Mountain.

 A group of men and horses stood beside a surging river. The river was so foggy that it was impossible to see what was on the other side.

 “Is this it?”

“That’s right, that log is still there.” One of the people pointed to the log. One end of the log was inserted into the hard rock, and the other end extended into the river.

“All the people who came before have disappeared, and the outpost has not been built.”

 “Our mission is to stay here and observe.”

“I heard that a monk came out from the other side?”

"Well, he is spreading the Dharma in Western Xinjiang. Our people went to arrest him several times but failed to catch him. Each time, we lost troops and generals."

This group of people set up camp on the mountain across the river and took off the simple monitoring instruments they carried with them. Their purpose was to monitor the river.

Before they came, several teams had come here, but they all disappeared inexplicably. They went to no one knows where. No one was seen alive or dead, but the traces of their lives still remained in the mountains, proving that They had indeed been stationed here.

 The sky gradually darkened.

 “Group of two, keep vigil.”

 In the dark night, with the waning moon like a hook, the mountain forest was very quiet, with no insects or birds chirping.

 “It’s so quiet!” a soldier on guard said softly.

 “Isn’t it good to be quiet?”

 “It’s too quiet.”

The two of them were keeping vigil quietly. When the time came, they were about to wake up their companions to change shifts. Suddenly, one person turned back and looked towards the river.

 “Did you hear anything?”

 “Sound, what sound is it?”

 “Like the sound of a wooden fish.”

“Muyu, why didn’t I hear you?”

Better, it really came from the sound of the hammer.

 “It really does!”

 The two men immediately realized something was strange and immediately woke up their companions in the tent. The heavily armed team was on guard.

 The sound of the wooden fish was getting closer and closer, and they also heard the sound of chanting.

 “Is there a monk?”

　　"Reciting sutras in the middle of the night, what sutras are you reciting?"

 “Hush, silence.” The leader of the team made a gesture.

 “Amitabha, this poor monk has seen several donors.”

After chanting the Buddha's name, a monk suddenly appeared in front of several people. This monk was wearing a monk's robe and had a rather handsome figure. Under the light, he looked at several people with a smile.

 In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, such a monk suddenly appeared. You didn't need to think about it to know that this was not normal. Several people pointed guns at the monk, with their hearts in their throats.

 “Why is the monk here?” the leader of the team asked.

“The poor monk naturally came here for a few donors.” The monk said.

 “For us?”

“The poor monk is here to take some donors to the Paradise.” The monk said with a smile.

 “Where is the Paradise?”

“It’s not far away. After crossing the river, it’s like the pure land of Lingshan Mountain and the bliss of the west.” The monk pointed behind him and said.

“We don’t want to go,” the captain said.

“There is no sorrow or worry in the Paradise of Western Paradise. If you go there, you can achieve transcendence and avoid the suffering of reincarnation. Several donors are burdened by the world and should let go of their obsessions.” The monk began to chant sutras as he spoke.

“Monk, shut up!” the captain yelled immediately.

The monk was still chanting sutras, and the captain pulled the trigger decisively, but saw a flash of Buddha's light on the monk's body. The bullet hit his body, was blocked by the Buddha's light, and fell down.

 “Amitabha!”

The monk pronounced the Buddha's name, and suddenly the Buddha's light on his body shone loudly.

Om, a sound like thunder on the ground.

After a while, the Buddha's light dissipated, the monk disappeared, and the small team also disappeared. Only the tents on the ground proved that they had been here.

 Spring this year seems to have come earlier than in previous years.

There has been a lot of eye-catching news on the Internet. For example, a large number of oases have appeared in the northwest desert, colorful auspicious clouds have appeared on a certain mountain, and some people have seen dragons in Hongze, and many strange things have happened.

Lu Xiangyi and Xu Qi have been to the small mountain village several times but have not seen Wang An.

 At the foot of Yuxiao Mountain,

Lu Xiangyi, who was going up the mountain, really stopped when he saw the word "stop" on the rocks going up the mountain, turned around and left.

Having not gone down the mountain for two months, he was really in retreat. He thought it was better not to disturb Wang An's practice at this time.

 He looked up at the mist-shrouded mountain peaks.

“Sir, a lot has happened in the past two months!”

 After sighing, he turned and left.

On Yuxiao Mountain, in a cave, Wang An sat cross-legged, with the sacred stone placed in front of him. The true energy in his body communicated with the sacred stone, absorbed the energy inside, and then transferred it to his own body, over and over again, forming a flowing closed loop.

 He originally thought that his Qi should have reached the limit, but the limit was exceeded again and again, and then as his body continued to become stronger, it was raised again.

In the process of absorbing the energy in the divine stone, he is also constantly tempering his body, tempering in detail, all-round, and penetrating into every tissue of the body.

 Spring is spent in the warm equinox and continuous drizzle.

 This summer, it rained even more than last year.

 This summer also made many people realize that the world seems to be changing.

Someone took a trip to the northwest and when he came back, he found that all the hidden diseases in his body had disappeared. Someone went to Emei and accidentally fell into the river. When he was found again, he was ten years younger.