The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 419

Xuanyin had some problems recently. His nose became redder and redder, his hair became thinner and thinner, and his silence was longer and longer. Even the pig hoof with pickled perilla leaves could not make him smile.

In his opinion, no matter what deep meaning or conspiracy is hidden in the real person's letter, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu guesses who he is, he must do it.

Killing Jing, Zhao and Liu will reduce the peak combat power of the young generation of Qingshan by more than half, which will be of great benefit to the recovery of evil in the future. But what should we do now?

Dozens of days later, the spring gradually deepened. The white tower was often wet by rain, and the pine forest became greener. Yin San went to the vegetable garden again. Liu was just there when he was ten years old.

When Liu was ten years old, he handed back some wrinkled pieces of paper to him. He was embarrassed and said, "childe said... Some take it for granted. It's useless."

Yin San was not angry, smiled and said, "really? It seems that he also has some research on Buddhism. Can you help me solve some problems? "

Then he took another piece of paper out of his sleeve and handed it to him.

The spring is deep, and the summer is naturally coming. The cicadas have been singing in Guocheng temple, and the quiet garden is no longer as quiet as before.

The white cat looked up under the eaves and thought that they were all cicadas. Why is the gap between these annoying little guys outside and cold cicadas so big? It's not clever at all.

After reading the paper handed over by Liu shisui, Jing Jiu fell into meditation. Then he also felt that cicada Ming was a little upset. He waved his sleeve. A gust of breeze passed through the hall and flourished in the forest. A moment later, cicada Ming stopped.

Liu shisui said, "what do I want back?"

Well nine said, "I want to think about it."

It takes him a long time to answer. It is conceivable that the questions on the paper are not ordinary questions.

The person who can ask this question is naturally not an ordinary person.

Zhao La Yue asked, "is that man of high standard?"

Well nine gave a sound.

Zhao La Yue said, "why didn't he just come to Jingyuan to find you when he was ten?"

Jing Jiu said, "monks have always had many quirks. Just as zen monks like to play with mud and sticks, the abbot of Guocheng Temple rarely comes out to see people and likes to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Zhao La Yue said, "since that person knows about immortal records, he must have a high generation in Guocheng temple. Maybe he is the abbot."

Well nine was silent for a while and said, "no, he may have been the abbot."

The next day he wrote a reply. When Liu was ten years old and handed it to Yin San, it was already the end of summer.

After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of Baishan meditation room and watched the stars all night. My grandfather sat next to him and shook the Pu fan all night.

He has confirmed that Jing Jiu vaguely guessed the problem of the vanishing array. Can he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?

Yin San was silent for a long time. Finally, she didn't reply or go to the vegetable garden, so she broke off.

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The sutras are heard everywhere in Guocheng temple, the fruits and melons in the vegetable garden are continuous, and Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable. I believe that in another two years, she will be able to enter the middle of the wild, creating another record of Qingshan sect.

At the age of ten, the Qi in Liu's body was calmer. It seemed that there should be no too much danger in a short time.

Well nine slept well with white cat.

As time passed, it was another winter.

This year, the cold wind from the snow field roared southward. Even Guocheng temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected. Several heavy snowfalls fell. The Zen temple in the snow was particularly beautiful, attracting many scholars from the earth to enjoy the snow, recite poetry and paint.

Great monk Chang is still persistent in sweeping the floor. He won't let the fallen leaves accumulate. Naturally, he won't let the snow accumulate. The quiet garden is clean.

Jing Jiu felt a little boring and moved into the house with a cat from the corridor.

The crackle of Silver Charcoal came from the stove, and the water in the teapot kept snoring. Liu was ten years old and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, closed their eyes to regulate breathing and practice. He held the cat and lay on the bamboo chair in front of the window, looking at the snow-white scenery outside.

The scenery is limited to a small window, but has a more far-reaching meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.

His eyes fell on his left hand, and he felt the endless immortal Qi and the immortal knowledge that could not be erased.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers came faintly from the distance outside the temple, and then it never stopped.

Zhao La Yue asked curiously, "is this the villagers driving away mountain animals?"

Well nine was speechless and said, "there is heavy snow in late winter, and there is no food in the field. Wild animals either hibernate or move south. What are you doing down the mountain? This firecracker goes on and on. It's obvious that something big has happened. Maybe someone's dead. "

Zhao Layue was taught and said, "I see."

"Actually..."

Liu's 10-year-old eyes looked back and forth on their faces. He was embarrassed and said, "it's because of the new year today."

Well nine was silent for a while and said, "the new year is very lively."

Zhao Layue turned her head and didn't want to answer.