Xuanyin Ancestor has been in a bit of a mood recently, his nose is getting redder and redder, his hair is getting thinner and thinner, and the silence is getting longer and longer, even pig's trotters with pickled perilla leaves can't make him smile.In his opinion, no matter what kind of deep meaning or conspiracy is hidden in the real person's letter, it is too risky, and if Jing Jiu guesses who he is, then he will inevitably have to do it.Killing Jing Zhaoliu and the three of them will lose most of the peak combat power of the younger generation of Qingshan, which will be of great benefit to the recovery of the evil path in the future, but what now?
Dozens of days passed, the spring was getting deeper, the white tower was often wet by the rain, the pine forest became greener, Yin San went to the vegetable garden again, and Liu was just there when he was ten years old.Liu Shinian handed back the wrinkled pieces of paper to him, and said with some embarrassment: "Childe said......
Some take it for granted, but it's useless. ”Yin San was not angry, and said with a smile: "Really?
It seems that he also has some research on Buddhism, so I wonder if you can help me solve some problems?
”After speaking, he took another piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.Spring is deep, the summer is naturally coming, the cicadas in the Guocheng Temple have risen, and the Jingyuan is no longer as quiet as before.The white cat raised his head under the eaves and glanced outside the garden, thinking that they were all cicadas, why was the gap between these nasty little guys outside and the cicadas so big, not well-behaved at all.Jing Jiu finished reading the piece of paper handed over by Liu Shiying, fell into deep thought, and then also felt that the cicada song was a little annoyed, waved his sleeves, and a gust of breeze passed through the hall, entered the forest and flourished, and after a while, the cicada song stopped.Liu was ten years old and said, "What do I want back?"
”Jing Jiu said: "I have to think about it. ”It takes him a long time to think about it to come up with an answer, and it is conceivable that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.People who can ask questions of this magnitude are naturally not ordinary people.Zhao Layue asked, "That person is of a very high level?"
”Jing Jiu snorted.Zhao Layue said: "Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan to find you at the age of ten?"
”Jing Jiu said: "The monks have always had a lot of quirks, just like Zen likes to play with mud and wooden sticks, and the abbot of Guocheng Temple rarely comes out to meet people, so he likes to copy Buddhist scriptures. ”Zhao Layue said: "Since that person knows about the immortal urn, he must have a very high rank in Guocheng Temple, maybe he is the abbot." ”Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "No, he may have been the abbot once. ”The next day, he wrote a reply, and when Liu was ten years old and handed it over to Yin San, it was already the end of summer.After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen room and watched the stars all night, and the ancestor sat next to him and shook the pu fan all night.He had confirmed that Jing Jiu had vaguely guessed the problem of vanishing the formation, so could he believe what Jing Jiu had written in the letter?
Yin San was silent for a long time, and finally did not reply to the letter, nor did he go to the vegetable garden again, so he broke off contact.………… The sound of warps everywhere in Guocheng Temple, the melons and fruits in the vegetable garden are continuous, Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable, and I believe that in another two years, he will be able to enter the realm of Youye and create another record of Qingshan Sect.The true qi in Liu's body has also calmed down a lot, and it seems that there shouldn't be too much danger in the short term.Jing Jiu slept well with the white cat.Time passed, and it was winter in the blink of an eye.This year's big cold, the cold wind from the snow field howled south, even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected, several heavy snowfalls, the snow in the Zen Temple is exceptionally beautiful, attracting many scribes in the mortal world to enjoy the snow, chant poetry, and paint.The great monk is still persistent in sweeping the floor, and he will not let the fallen leaves accumulate naturally nor let the snow accumulate, and the Jingyuan is cleaned clean.Jing Jiu felt a little bored, and moved into the house from under the porch with everyone and a cat.There was a crackling sound of silver charcoal in the stove, the water in the teapot was snoring, Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, pranayama with their eyes closed, he held the cat and lay on the bamboo chair in front of the window, looking at the snow-stained scenery outside.The landscape is confined to a small window, but it takes on a more profound meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.His gaze fell on his left hand, feeling the seemingly endless immortal qi and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased in any way, thoughtfully.In the evening, the sound of firecrackers could be heard faintly in the distance outside the temple, and it never stopped.Zhao Layue asked curiously, "Is this the villagers driving away the mountain beasts?"
”Jing Jiu was speechless and said: "It snows heavily in the depths of winter, and there is no food in the fields, so the beasts either hibernate, or move south, what do you do down the mountain?"
The firecrackers are endless, and it is obvious that something is wrong, and it may be that someone's family is dead. ”Zhao Layue was taught and said, "I see. ”"Actually......"
Liu's ten-year-old eyes went back and forth on their faces, and he said a little embarrassedly, "It's because of today's New Year." ”Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "The New Year is quite lively. ”Zhao Layue turned her head away, not wanting to answer.Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say: "Xiaohe has made a lot of dishes. ”Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue rejected the offer to go to the vegetable garden for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and now they have less and less concept of these things, and naturally they are not interested.The firecrackers kept ringing off, and even though they were far away, they could still reach their ears.For some reason, Jing Jiu didn't choose to shield the six senses, although this is something he is very good at.As the night deepened, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky, illuminated by the firelight, turned back to a quiet black.The Great Monk had already fallen asleep, and there was no sound or light in the Quiet Garden.Jing Jiu opened his eyes.At this time, the old and the new intersected for two years, and the power of heaven and earth was the most prosperous.The immortal qi comes from outside this heaven and earth, and under the suppression of the power of heaven and earth, it is the weakest time.A sword intent emerged from Jing Jiu's body, enveloping the entire quiet room.He stretched out his right hand, dipped it in sword intent, and wrote a scripture in the air.Then he grabbed his left hand, which was into a fist, and reached into the text, slowly closing his eyes.There is no vision, like a mud cow entering the sea, and like a spring rain running into the night.I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand with a satisfied look in his eyes."
How?"
Zhao Layue's voice rang out.Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Yicheng." ”In the dark, Zhao Layue's eyes brightened, black and white, very good-looking.It took more than a year to refine Yicheng Immortal Sense, which seems to be very slow, but it is actually very fast.If it were to be another cultivator, with the realm of Jing Jiu, it would be impossible to refine the existence of such a level of immortal consciousness.Admiration arose spontaneously in her heart.She bowed down.This was her first salute to the disciples of Jing Jiuxing."
Happy New Year to you, too."
Jing Jiu said: "There are no red envelopes. ”He doesn't have any concept about the Chinese New Year, but he doesn't really understand.It's like why Zhao Layue wants to worship herself.There is no need to talk, no need to explain, no matter how deep the night is, and the eyes are met, you will know what each other means.Zhao Layue sat beside him and snuggled in his arms, looking very attached.No one has ever seen such a little daughter's family look like her.The aristocratic lady in Chaoge City has not seen it, the same door in Qingshan has not seen it, and even her parents have not seen it, only Jing Jiu.She would only let Jing Jiu see it.………… (Immortals are not more than a year, and they are not birthdays, but let's write less about celebrating......
I wish you all good health and all the best. ）()