Meng was utterly stunned and asked strangely, "What do you mean, this Great Forest Temple and that Great Forest Temple? The more I listen, the more muddled I become."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said mysteriously, "Just come with me!"
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaohua took Meng's hand. Leading their horses, the two passed the gates of this Great Forest Temple and followed the mountain road toward the rear mountain.
Behind the mountain lay a dense forest, where birds chirped now and then. As the two walked within it, a sense of serenity filled their hearts. Meng glanced sideways at Zhang Xiaohua. He seemed to share her thoughts and was smiling at her. Meng pursed her lips in a smile, tilted her head onto Zhang Xiaohua's not particularly broad shoulder, and Zhang Xiaohua wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning against each other, they strolled along the little mountain path.
Warm moments were always fleeting. Just as Zhang Xiaohua and Meng wished this path could go on forever, they arrived at a mountain spring. "Are you thirsty?" Zhang Xiaohua asked softly beside Meng's ear.
"Not thirsty. Don't talk. I just want to listen to your heartbeat!"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled, but before his smile had fully formed, his brows lifted and he looked toward the distant mountain path. Meng had been half-closing her eyes, yet the instant Zhang Xiaohua looked up, she opened them as well. At the end of the distant path, a group of bald young monks came running over in no time. They appeared to be only around ten years old.
This group of monks was rather strange. Their footwork was the common lightness skill seen throughout the martial world, yet as they used it, their arms were stretched wide, each hand carrying a massive water bucket nearly as