Pushing open the door of the house, Yin San didn't see Liu ten years old, only Xiaohe, and said with a smile: "Come and ask for a meal of wine." ”Xiaohe was a little surprised, so she quickly asked him to sit down and went to make arrangements.She was no longer as wary of this senior with a mysterious origin as she was last time, because there were too many things she needed to worry about now, such as Liu's ten-year-old body, such as Jing Jiu, who now lived in Guocheng Temple.The food is still hearty, but the wine is a little different.Yin San put down the wine bowl and said with a smile: "The strong ale wine on Thunder Island is not easy to get. ”Xiaohe stood aside, grabbing the corner of his clothes a little nervously.When good wine suddenly appears on the table at home, in addition to friends coming from afar, there is also a possibility that they are asking someone to do something.Yin San is a very casual person, drinking wine, eating food, and talking casually."
He will return to Qingshan one day, how to solve your fox demon identity?"
Xiaohe was silent for a moment and said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll leave." ”Yin San said: "The fox demon is easy to be emotional, good at making decisions, and knows the severity, since you are willing to give up, the plan is naturally not small, do you want him to be the head?"
”Xiaohe knew that he couldn't hide it from this master, and said: "The seniors see it clearly. ”Yin San shook his head and said, "It is impossible for him to be the head of Qingshan in his life. ”Xiaohe's face turned slightly pale and asked, "Why?"
”"I know Qingshan, no one who has had his kind of experience can be the head, unless he can do it to my level, but can he?"
Yin San looked at the stewed fish in the big bowl and said calmly: "He can't, so he can't." ”Xiao He's face was pale, but he was much calmer, just as he relaxed after despair, and said in a low voice: "He said, Jing Jiu Immortal Master also thinks so. ”Yin San listened to the name, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said, "At least he hasn't forgotten this matter." ”Xiaohe asked, "What do you suggest?"
”According to her thoughts, since Liu Shiying couldn't be the head of Qingshan, it was better to live an ordinary life in this vegetable garden.But she also knew that it was just wishful thinking, and that one day Liu would leave here at the age of ten, or even leave her."
The world is big, so why should we be confined to that green mountain?
Even if you leave here in the future, you can go somewhere else, or even another continent. ”This is Yin San's true emotion.If it weren't for the mountain in his heart, he would have left long ago.Thinking of those past events, he stretched out his chopsticks to the green spinach piled up on the plate, like a sword about to pierce a green mountain."
After the Jing Jiu Immortal Master came to the temple, he followed him every day, just like back then, in the future, if the Jing Jiu Immortal Master said a word, he would have to go back to Qingshan, where can he go?"
Xiaohe felt a little bitter when he thought about his life these days.Yin San's chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air and said, "I don't like to eat spinach the most, it's too bitter." ”Xiaohe didn't understand what he meant, but suddenly felt that the room had become extremely cold.That breath came from Yin San's body.Xiao He snapped and knelt down, his face was pale, and his body trembled slightly.Yin San's aura was not very powerful, but it made her feel extreme fear.Just like when she was in the Tanah Lot Temple outside Haizhou City, when her left shoulder was pierced by Jing Jiuyi's sword.………… In the front and back yards of Guocheng Temple, there are large areas of farmland outside, and there are continuous sheds on the side of the road.The front temple can burn incense, visit the Buddha, and do things, and the back yard is the place where the monks in the temple cultivate.Tallinn is very quiet, and the place is also very remote, because the color of the spiritual pagoda is mostly white ash, so the Zen room closest to here is called White Mountain.Yin San sat on the stone steps of the White Mountain Zen Room, looking at the stone towers, and was silent for a long time.The ancestor came back from outside wiping his mouth, and when he saw this scene, he felt a little strange.Yin San often sat on the stone steps to bask in the sun, but today there is no sun.And with the cultivation of the ancestor's realm, it can naturally be seen that he is in a somewhat strange mood today.Old Ancestor cautiously asked, "True person, what happened?"
”Yin San's voice was slightly astringent and said, "I actually didn't know that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple. ”The Ancestor had been speculating about who was the Neiying of Yin San in Guocheng Temple, and now it seemed that that person should have followed the chief of the Law Hall to the north.And then......
He came to his senses, understood what he had heard, fell silent, and his nose became more rosy.The sound of crows can be heard from the depths of Tallinn."
What is he here for?"
Old Ancestor asked in a deep voice."
There's something wrong with that immortal urn."
Yin San said: "He can't solve it in Qingshan, so he is here to seek liberation from Buddhism......
Same with me. ”The ancestor was silent for a while, then suddenly walked towards the meditation room and said, "I haven't read a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures yet, so take them on the road to read." ”Yin San looked up at the few crows flying up from Tallinn and asked indifferently, "Why are you leaving?"
”Old Ancestor stopped and said, "Whether it's hiding or killing, you always have to leave afterwards." ”This statement makes a lot of sense.Yin San said: "I came here to seek liberation from the Dharma, but now I haven't obtained the true scriptures, how can I go?"
”Old Ancestor walked back to him and asked tentatively, "Then kill it?"
”Yin San said: "I wanted to kill him, but now that he sent it to the door, why don't you kill him?"
”"This sentence is too vulgar and does not conform to the identity of a real person."
Old Ancestor said with a shy face: "And you didn't say that he is not Jingyang, so why kill him?"
”Yin San said: "He is not Jingyang, and he will die." ”Old Ancestor's expression grew cold, and he said, "Why?
”If it was something else, as long as Yin San said it, he would definitely respond like a dog, but this matter is not good, he needs a reason.Now that Zen Zi has gone to Baicheng, the abbot can't go out of retreat, and no one in Guocheng Temple can resist his Xuanyin Demon Skill head-on, but even if he kills Jing Jiu, his identity will inevitably be exposed, and the two big things of Qingshan Sect will definitely hunt him down to death, does he want to hide back to the underground again?
Yin San said: "I don't like him, what about this reason?"
”Old Ancestor shook his head and said seriously, "It's not good. ”Yin San suddenly stood up and walked towards Tallinn, leaving a word."
Teasing you, with his temperament, he must have that cat by his side, how can it be so easy to kill?"
Old Ancestor looked at his back and asked, "Then avoid it now?"
”Yin San didn't stop and said, "Let's take a look first." ”Old Ancestor suddenly had an extremely bad thought, and said in a deep voice: "The real person wants to go and see him?
”Yin San didn't speak, and stopped in Tallinn.Old Ancestor finally breathed a sigh of relief.Yin San took out the bone flute and drew dozens of lines on the ground between several spiritual pagodas.Those lines formed an extremely complex pattern, and it looked like it should be a certain formation.The crows were in the sky, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves rolled in from outside Tallinn, hiding the lines so that they could no longer be seen.………… There is no master to lecture in the lecture hall today, and Jing Jiu is in the Jingyuan.He lay on a bamboo chair, his eyes closed, listening to the sound in the wind, his ears moving slightly.This pair of whistle ears can hear all the sounds sent by the cold wind.It was all the sounds of heaven and earth, including the chanting of the monks, the sound of the believers' foreheads touching the ground in the main hall in front of them, and the sound of incense and candles burning.It stands to reason that his provocative ears should be very conspicuous, but everyone who sees him will be attracted to his face, and it is difficult to notice this.Listening to the sound of the wind, his right hand rested on the arm of the bamboo chair, tapping lightly from time to time.Ten-year-old Liu sat on the edge of the bamboo chair, staring at his fingers, constantly adjusting the true yuan in his body with his rhythm.More than 20 years ago, by the pond in a small mountain village, such a scene often happened.Jing Jiu's fingers suddenly stopped, then he opened his eyes and looked out of the Jing Garden.The sound in the wind was a little chaotic, although it was only for an instant, and he noticed it.His fingers moved again, only this time much faster, with countless afterimages.Liu didn't notice that he had opened his eyes, and thought it was still the rhythm, but Zhenyuan suddenly became confused and quickly stopped.Jing Jiu looked out of the Jing Garden, his eyes slightly different.Even if it is related to the Immortal Immortal Urn, his deduction calculations can get a rough direction, why is nothing clear this time?
Liu Shi-year-old thought that he was worried about the problem of the immortal jar, and said: "I know a master in Guocheng Temple, I don't know if it is your acquaintance. ”Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, took a sip of his teacup, and shook his head.He only had one acquaintance in Guocheng Temple, and he knew a few high-ranking monks, but Jing Jiu didn't know anyone.Liu Shinian thought that it was Zenzi's help, and said, "That master has profound Buddhism and helped me interpret a lot of difficult scriptures, do you want to?"
”Jing Jiu put the teacup back on the table and shook his head again.In the rain corridor on the other side, Zhao Layue was reviewing the scriptures of the day before, thinking about the difficulties in swordsmanship, and subconsciously touching the white cat on his lap with his palm, and occasionally rubbing its belly.Listening to Liu's ten-year-old words, she said, "How can someone as arrogant as him think that there is anyone in the world who is qualified to teach him?
”Distance produces beauty, but it can also produce awe.If it is too familiar, the beauty is gone, and the awe is gone.This applies to cats as well as to people.Her attitude towards Jing Jiu became more and more casual, and she was about to return to the first two years.The white cat didn't feel offended, hummed comfortably, then purred, and finally simply rolled over and turned its belly to the sky.Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and raised the teacup before remembering that he had just drunk it.Liu was ten years old and hurriedly poured it.………… As the twilight deepened, and it was time to go home, Yin San got up from the stone steps, patted off the dust on his body, and prepared to go to the vegetable garden to disturb the food again.The ancestor said: "Still going at this time?
”Yin San said, "Go and see." ”Old Ancestor said: "If you really see it there, are you going to kill him directly?"
”Yin San shook his head and said, "Since he thinks he is Jing Yang, he won't go to the vegetable garden again, because that is meaningless to Jing Yang, so I won't meet him." ”Old Ancestor asked, "Then what are you going to do?"
”Yin San didn't explain, and left Guocheng Temple directly and went to the vegetable garden.The time he chose was really good, and Liu was ten years old and had dinner with Xiaohe in the house.Since he was not a senior invited by Gongzi, Liu Shiying naturally wouldn't talk to him about Gongzi, but he didn't expect Yin San to take the initiative to mention it.Yin San drank a bowl of wine and said, "I know what Jing Jiu is doing, I may have some methods, you go and ask him if he wants to learn." ”Liu Shinian was a little wary and said, "I don't know very well, but you can go and ask." ”Yin San took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, saying, "Don't tell him who I am, if you don't believe me, don't say it, if he doesn't believe me, don't use it." ”In the early morning of the next day, Liu Shisui took the best new tea sent by Gu Qing's family and those few pieces of paper into Guocheng Temple.Jing Jiu took the pieces of paper and looked at them, and found that the handwriting was very unfamiliar, but the sentences had a familiar taste.More importantly, there was some truth to the man's approach.This is not a meditation and interpretation of the scriptures, but the refining of immortals.How many people in the world can have this level?
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