If there were no long retreats, Bai Zao would have had one meal with his parents every year, and only one meal, under the Yuntai tree.There were only some very simple dishes on the stone table, the grilled fish did not move, and only one glass of wine was drunk, and the real person and the white real person left.Bai Zao was silent for a moment, walked under the tree and looked at the sea of clouds outside the cliff, thinking that if Senior Brother Tong Yan was here, it might be more lively.For the monks, retreat is the norm, but she is still a little worried because Tong Yan's retreat is too sudden.There was something else she was worried about.The immortal urn fell into Jing Jiu's hand, and Yun Mengshan didn't react at all, especially when her mother was so calm, which made her a little uneasy.She wanted to write a letter to Qingshan to ask, but in the end she gave up, sighed softly, waved the white satin, and countless snow-white silks fell like snow, sealing the gimbal.………… Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the soil and stone chips dug out were quietly compacted by him using the Taoist method, and after reducing the volume a lot, they were neatly piled on both sides, looking like stone balls one after another.There were no lights in the tunnel, and it was dark everywhere, so naturally it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, but as a cultivator, he naturally knew that more than a year had passed.Anyway, there are still many years before he digs into the depths of the leylines, and he is calm and silent, and there is no one here to talk to him anyway.That looming, yet incomparably real coercion, is always ahead, in the distance, in the heights.Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain, if he approaches Qingtianjian, he will definitely let the other party find out, so what should he do at that time?
There is no need to calculate things that are not clear, and when the time comes, he looked at the river in front of him, and thought to himself, should he take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the New Year?
………… Deep in a valley, clouds and mist stained the sky as milky white.There were more than ten stone pillars in the clouds, and Bai Zhenren stood on a certain stone pillar with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance and not knowing what he was thinking.A great black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if a mountain had suddenly appeared there.The Zhenshan Divine Beast of the Zhongzhou faction, the unicorn.The clouds and mist suddenly stirred, alternating between light and dark, and naturally formed several lines of vertical text, which appeared in front of Bai Zhenren's eyes.It was the Qilin's divine sense."
I sensed that the immortal consciousness left by my ancestors was dissipating, although it was slow, but this was something that shouldn't happen, and I was worried."
Bai Zhenren still looked into the distance and said: "Immortal Lin said very clearly, he is participating in Buddhism and studying scriptures in Guocheng Temple, maybe there is really a possibility of success." ”If anyone could see the picture from above, they would know that she was looking southeast.Kosei Temple is over there.The Qilin's consciousness soon appeared again in the clouds: "I'm going to kill him." ”Bai Zhenren said: "The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan has never been clear, don't take risks. ”Text appeared in the fog: "Do those little monks still dare to attack me?"
”Bai Zhenren said: "You are the ancestor of my faction Zhenshan, and you are not allowed to leave according to the rules of the door, unless you give up your body." ”The clouds were quiet for a moment, and a moment later a column of text reappeared."
Enough to kill these little guys.""
No, because I don't believe he can refine the Immortal Urn, even if it ......
He is really the reincarnation of Jingyang. ”Bai Zhenren said indifferently: "His realm is too low now. ”………… Now that winter has arrived, spring has naturally followed.With a slightly cold spring rain, the trees in Guocheng Temple began to sprout.Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lived a peaceful life in the Jing Garden, and Liu spent more time taking care of the vegetable garden at the age of ten, so he naturally did not forget to ask Jing Jiu every day for advice on kendo.Every few days, Zhao Layue will go to the lecture hall to listen to the master's interpretation, and the white cat will often walk over, lying on the windowsill while basking in the sun while listening to the scriptures.The monks were accustomed to seeing this white cat, and they didn't think it was strange, and occasionally teased him, which made Zhao Layue very nervous, for fear that it would suddenly become ferocious, seriously affecting the relationship between Qingshan Sect and Guocheng Temple.Now Jing Jiu rarely goes to the lecture hall, most of the time lying on the bamboo chair, in the company of the spring breeze and spring rain to do his own practice, the realm has not improved at all, but the feeling of Zen exercises and immortal urns is more profound.One afternoon, when he opened his eyes and saw the green outside the wall, he realized that spring was deep, and he glanced at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived, anyway, except for the old guy like Yuan Turtle and Qilin, no one has lived longer than it, and this kind of thing has long been insulated from it, but spring sleepiness is still coming as scheduled, indicating that desire is not the most important thing in life, lying down is.It has not rained for the past few days, and the futon in front of the tower is very dry, and Liu Shi-sui also spread some carefully selected fine grass for it, and slept very comfortably, so that it sometimes even forgets the girl's knees.It opened its eyes and woke up, looked at the sky a little dazedly, and suddenly remembered that in early spring last year, there seemed to be a few pieces of paper on this futon.The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring, the same futon, just a few pieces of paper.It subconsciously stood up and walked towards the outside of the Silent Garden, sniffing the smell wafting in the air, walking past the pond and the dense forest, the small bridge and the disciple's courtyard.As the voices of people around it gradually rose, it gently jumped up the wall, followed the shadow wall at the corner of the eaves to the middle of Guocheng Temple, and then jumped into the Tallinn.There was a quiet meditation room in front of it, there was no one on the stone steps, and there was no one in the house, it was as quiet as a tomb.The white cat walked up the stone steps, lay down in a circle, closed his eyes and began to sleep.It didn't wake up until sunset, and wondered what was wrong with it.Back in the Quiet Garden, it lay back in front of the small stone pagoda and continued to sleep, but it could not close its eyes.It was so troubled by a very inexplicable emotion that it didn't notice that Jing Jiu was quietly looking at itself.………… The Baishan Zen room has long been empty.There is one less fire foreman in the stove room of the former temple who rarely appears anyway, and the young man who basically did not appear is quickly forgotten, but there are two more monks, old and young, in the most heavily guarded retreat in the law hall.These two monks are naturally Yin San and Xuanyin Ancestor.Yin San is more delicate after shaving, and even a little cute, but after shaving his hair, the ancestor is more obscene, especially the red nose is more conspicuous, and he gets bored when he looks at it.Old Ancestor rubbed his nose and walked behind Yin San to look.It was obvious to him that since he knew that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple, Yin San had spent more time meditating and meditating, but no one knew what he was thinking.Old Ancestor noticed that there was a slight protrusion on the back of Yin San's neck, and it was slowly changing its position.Then he smelled a very faint smell, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything.The smell is very light, not smelly but the smell is very uncomfortable, with the smell of rotting leaves, and it looks like old wood that has been left for many years.The Ancestor knew that this physical body would not last for a few years, and he didn't know if the real person could find a way to make the divine soul and the physical body perfectly unify in ten years.They had been staying in the temple for many years, and that was for that purpose.Old Ancestor's gaze fell in front of Yin San, and there was a piece of paper on the ground in front of the futon, on which a few lines were written.Those words were written by Jing Jiu.Old Ancestor didn't understand, since you couldn't believe what he said, why did you put this piece of paper in front of you?
………… In the blink of an eye, it was another year, when the old and the new intersected, the momentum of heaven and earth was prosperous, and it was dark in the quiet garden, and only Zhao Layue's eyes could be seen.She looked at Jing Jiu intently.Jing Jiu opened his eyes, released the sword intent, reached out and dipped the sword intent into ink, and wrote the next scripture.This time, instead of putting his left hand directly into the text, he pondered for a moment, selected a few words from the scripture and reached out to pluck them.There was a snap, and the fists and palms intersected.His left hand lit up for a moment, then returned to normal, and in an instant, life and death were already in a cycle.Jing Jiu closed his eyes again, and it took a long time before he opened them again, and said to Zhao Layue, who came to him at some point, "It's okay." ”Zhao Layue bowed to him.Jing Jiu said: "There is still no red envelope. ”Zhao Layue smiled slightly, and then said seriously: "I can break through the realm." ”Jing Jiu looked at her quietly and said, "I think it's more stable, wait a few more years." ”Zhao Layue was a little puzzled.Her Wandering Wilderness Primal Realm has been completely stabilized, and the Dao Heart Sword Intent has reached the peak state of the fullest, so why wait?
Jing Jiu didn't explain, she was a little dissatisfied, so she didn't sit down this time.………… Under the Yuntai tree, there are still those simple fruit plates, only stained with half a wisp of wine-scented cups, and there are not even leftovers.Bai Zao walked to the cliff and looked at the scattered clouds, thinking that since only senior brother likes to eat grilled fish, then I won't make it for you to eat in the future.Senior Brother Tong Yan has been in retreat for two years, what kind of Taoism is he practicing?
Jing Jiu, what are you doing there?
In the spring, she finally wrote a letter to Qingshan, and then received a reply from Gu Qing, who was vague in the letter, obviously hiding something.She turned to look at the fruit bowls and wine glasses on the table, thinking about these things, and felt bored.………… Tong Yan is still digging a hole in the ground.Nothing else.………… The clouds and mist shrouded, the figure of the unicorn loomed, and the divine consciousness fluctuated, forming words and appearing."
I feel that he has refined some more, and if you don't stop him as soon as possible, not only will your idea not be realized, but it will bring him supreme benefits."
Bai Zhenren stood on the stone pillar and stood in the wind, looked at the direction of Guocheng Temple and was silent for a while, and said, "I said that according to the door rules, you can't leave Zhongzhou. ”The unicorn appeared in the clouds: "I can walk in disguise." ”Bai Zhenren said calmly: "You in the suppression realm, your divine power is less than one percent of the body. ”A line of text quickly appeared in the clouds."
But enough to kill him!
And although my divine powers are suppressed, my divine body is immortal, and no one can hurt me!
”Bai Zhenren retracted his gaze and said, "No." ”"Canglong died because of him, I must kill him!
Now that you've lost your mind, it's time to do what I do!
I won't let him have half the possibility of refining the immortal urn, otherwise if he gets those immortal qi, it will be a big disaster in the future!
”Kirin was furious.The clouds and mist in the depths of the valley rolled restlessly.The words that appeared, like knives, were extremely sharp, full of extremely strong killing intent.………… Time passes faster than the poet's pen.Before you lament the dead, what should be gone is gone.In the blink of an eye, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue have been coming to Guocheng Temple for five years.Recently, Jing Jiu has become more and more silent, his face has become more and more pale, but his eyes have become brighter and brighter, and there is a touch of gold hidden in the depths of his eyes, which adds a bit of a bewitching taste to that beautiful face.In a few days, it will be another New Year.That night, Jing Jiu would write the last scripture and try to completely refine the immortal urn.If he succeeds, the infinite immortal energy in the immortal urn will belong to him.If he fails, he will be devoured by the immortal sense, and he may become a puppet of the Zhongzhou faction at any time.Zhao Layue never understood that Jing Jiu did not agree with her breaking through the realm, but she kept speeding up the speed of refining immortal consciousness, and even did not hesitate to lose a large amount of sword yuan and divine soul.What is he anxious about?
This New Year also has a special meaning for Koseiji Temple.The Duke of Lu will come to repay the vows on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor of God.This is something that happens every year, but this year's scale and level are much grander.Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on, and it wasn't until he heard the sigh of the Great Monk that he remembered that he had been gone in the small stone pagoda for three hundred years.()