The Path Toward Heaven

When Jing Jiugang returned to Guocheng Temple, he saw a familiar young monk, but the monk's face was darker and heavier than the previous year.

The young monk looked at Jing Jiu with great surprise, and yelled out, and then subconsciously clutched his mouth tightly, daring not to speak.

Jing Jiu has always been indifferent in dealing with people, but somehow he was a little happy to see this young monk. Perhaps this is fate, and he smiled and said, "See you again."

The young monk was even more excited when he saw him greet himself, and nodded desperately. He had not forgotten what he did with one hand. It was funny.

Looking at him like this, Jing Jiu asked in some unexpected ways: "Still practicing closed meditation?"

The young monk stupefied before waking up, let go of his hand, and said in shame: "It's used, it's used."

Jing Jiu asked, "How about your master?"

The young monk said, "Master went to Xueyuan with Uncle Zudu."

Jing Jiuxin wanted Zen to go over there, and now even the chief of the law club also went to reinforce him. He wanted to come to Xueguo and there was some movement, and the movement was not small.

But he didn't ask anything, and he wouldn't go north anyway.

The young monk wanted to say something to him. Hearing the call bells from outside the temple, he quickly said, "There is an epidemic situation in Yu County. I have to go first."

Just a few steps away, he stopped again and asked back, "How long will you stay in the temple?"

Jing Jiu said: "For a long time."

The young monk was very happy, smirked at Zhao Layue, and hurried out of the temple.

"Son, do you know him?"

Liu Shisui wondered why Jing Jiu knew the ordinary medical monk in the temple.

Zhao Layue said next to him: "When we first left Qingshan to travel, we met this monk and his master in Chaonan City, and they were both good."

Liu Shisui remembered that he was preparing to betray the mountain gate at that time, pretending to be crazy and selling silly in the stone room of Tianguangfeng, and could not help smiling slightly.

It's all a thing of the past. He studied the scriptures at Guocheng Temple for seven years, and he no longer cared about it, including Bai Rujing, the former teacher.

After passing through the heavy palace, back to the courtyard in the deepest part of Guocheng Temple.

Liu Shisui was a little surprised and asked, "Do you live in Jingyuan?"

Zhao Layue asked: "This is called Jingyuan? Do you know here?"

"A few years ago, I made a vow with my father-in-law, and those officials lived outside the Jingyuan Garden. I came to deliver the dishes."

Liu Shisui pointed to a place outside Jingyuan, and there were more than ten buildings vaguely visible in the forest.

Entering the Jingyuan Garden, the great monk was sweeping the leaves again. It seemed that he was not going to keep the small stone pagoda absolutely clean.

Liu Shisui greeted the great monk and looked around curiously. His eyes finally fell on the small stone tower and asked, "Master, what is this?"

Zhao Layue said beside him, "This is the spirit bone tower of the previous god emperor."

Liu Shisui was shocked and speechless. He spoke after a long while: "It turns out that the legend is actually true, and His Majesty the Emperor God is really a fake death, here to practice Buddha ..."

Zhao Layue ignored him and looked at the three rain corridors in the courtyard to determine where the light was better for Jing Jiu.

"I don't know what the magic code of the old man of the Emperor Shen is, but it is also a tower in the end, really ..."

Liu Shisui walked to the stone tower with great emotion, and then saw the white cat sleeping in front of the tower, his expression stunned.

"This cat is ... what? Keep it? Lord Bai Gui?"

He hurriedly bowed and saluted solemnly, daring not to be a bit sloppy.

Since Liu Shisui walked into the Jingyuan Garden, the sound has not stopped, like countless leaves falling from the branches, floating in the air.

The great monk thought that the disciples in Qingshan were very interesting and troublesome, and could not help sighing.

When Liu Shisui spoke, Zhao Layue took the initiative to answer the call. Even so, Jing Jiu could not stand it.

"Always forgot to ask, I let Zen Zi teach you to shut up Zen, why do you still talk so much now?"

Liu Shisui said blankly, "I don't know, Zen hasn't said that."

Jing Jiuxin thought that the young monk was not very reliable.

Zhao Layue was somewhat worried. Zen Zi left Guocheng Temple and went to the north, indicating that Xueguo must be in trouble, and he could not help him.

Jing Jiu does n’t matter. The monk ’s dharma is profound, and it certainly helps him to refine the celestial mortal, but he is too clever. If he meets too many times, he will definitely be recognized.Of course, it ’s not a big deal to recognize it, but it ’s just a little embarrassing. At that time, outside of the false cave house in Jingyang, he relied on the cloud of Zen Zi to avoid Fang Jingtian ’s murderous intention ...

He still can't forget the sound of "Little Friends".

Life in Guocheng Temple began like this.

The courtyard in the quiet garden is really quiet, the birds are in the distance, and there is no cicada in the deep winter. The three rain corridors are each shared by the great monk, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

In addition to sweeping the fallen leaves, the great monk sits on the futon and meditates, but he is too old and spends more time basking and napping.

Zhao Layue sat on the futon with dozens of Buddhist scriptures beside him, reading carefully, and occasionally closed his eyes for a moment of contemplation.

The white cat sometimes lay prone in front of the tower, more often on her knees, and occasionally fell asleep in the fallen leaves piled by the great monk.

Jing Jiu did not read Buddhist scriptures or meditate. He took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

Suddenly the sky was raining, and the white cat emerged from the fallen leaves and returned to Zhao Layue, lying quietly.

In the deep winter season, the Guocheng Temple is located near the East China Sea. The climate is warm and the Zen is hidden in the mountains. Unless the cold wave reaches north, snow will fall.

Liu Shisui ended his inspection and preliminary care of Jingyuan, found the teapot and related things, and began to cook tea by the corridor.

Before and after the water in the teapot boils, it will make a grunting sound.

Whether in the fallen leaves pile or on Zhao Layue's lap, the white cat often makes a grunting sound.

Lord Bai Gui is so cute.

Thinking of this problem, Liu Shisui secretly glanced at the cat from time to time.

After the tea is cooked, it is divided into four bowls and placed in front of each other.

The sound of rain pattered.

The tea fragrance was diluted by Yusi, but it was more fragrant.

Liu Shisui sat cross-legged to the corner of the rain corridor and began to meditate.

At a certain moment the rain stopped and the twilight enveloped the ancient temple. He opened his eyes and woke up.

Just like in Nansong Pavilion, the so-called service is these little things.

"Son, I'm gone."

"Ok."

In the twilight, Liu Shisui walked out of Guocheng Temple and returned to the vegetable garden.

With a squeak, the door was opened happily, and Xiao He said happily, "I thought you were not coming back."

Liu Shisui smiled and said, "The guest house in Jingyuan has only one bed and can't sleep."

Xiao He's eyes changed slightly, and he was surprised to say: "Did the two fairy masters ... Is it true that Jing Jiuxian Master and Bai Zao Fairy are a pair?"

"What do you think? The son likes to sleep on a bamboo chair."

Liu Shisui said with a smile, and then remembered that the bamboo chair was indeed a bit old, and his sight fell naturally on a corner of the vegetable garden.There were a few clumps of bamboo that he asked Gu Qing to find a way to move from Tianguang Peak. I didn't know whether it was water, soil or other reasons. When I was born in Qingshan, I didn't know whether it was suitable for repairing bamboo chairs.

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In the early morning five days later, a bell came faintly. Jing Jiu got up from the bamboo chair and took Zhao Layue away from the Jingyuan to the temple.

The Lecture Hall starts today, and Master Chengjia lectures in person.

The Guocheng Temple is very large, and there are stone pagodas in the Zen room of the temple. Jing Jiu walked freely during this time, and he seemed very familiar.

The Lecture Hall is a hall. At this time, dozens of monks have gathered, wearing monk clothes representing different generations, sitting on the futon without any sound.Looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue who walked into the temple, the monks were a little surprised. Knowing that this is the inner temple, why did these two donors appear here?

A monk recognized Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue and whispered a few words, so his eyes fell on Master Chengjia to see how he decided.

Master Chengjia also had some surprises. Do you think these two really came to the temple to listen to the Bible?

Both Qingshan Sect and Zhongzhou School are righteous leaders. Guocheng Temple will give sufficient respect, but the lecture hall has never allowed outsiders to stay here ...

Master Chengjia thought about the relationship between Zen and God's End Peak, smiled and shook his head, indicating that nothing was wrong.

The real person of Jingyang has the friendship of half a teacher in Zen, even today, it is only a little or two.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked into a humble corner.

At the beginning, Zhao Layue on Qipan Mountain reminded him that he always wanted to be more careful on this occasion, so he didn't bring a bamboo chair and sat on the futon like those monks.

The Guocheng Temple lecture did not have any opening remarks, and it began with three sounds of stone running out.

Master Chengjia's voice was a little deep, like a bell, perfectly blended.

Today, he is explaining the Seven Tree Classics of Tianshu, which is quite obscure. There are no ups and downs echoing in the lecture hall, which is quite helpful for sleeping.

Dozens of monks sitting on the futon listened quietly, and all looked serious on the surface.

Some young monks with insufficient realms can't help but pinch their thighs secretly in order to dispel distress.

Zhao Layue listened very attentively, without a moment of distraction, his eyes became brighter and brighter, black and white became more and more distinct, very spiritual.

After half an hour, there were three more sounds of stone, and the lecture came to an end.

Most monks still sit on the futon and continue to understand the master's explanation.

Some monks stood up, went to the locust tree outside the lecture hall, or punched, or looked away, to recover some spirit.

Zhao Layue looked at these pictures with a slight smile, remembering the scene of the Zhongzhou faction asked by Gu Qing, thinking that if Zhuo Rusui was here, he was afraid that he would fall asleep if he could not use it for a moment.Then she looked at Jing Jiu next to her and wanted to ask him something, but found that he closed his eyes, his breathing was long and gentle, and was actually asleep.

What are you listening to?

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Liu Shisui went to Jingyuan and found that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not there. They asked Master Bai Gui but the cat ignored them, so they had to disturb the monks before they knew they had listened to the Bible.

He has read and interpreted those scriptures, and he doesn't need to listen to them again, so what are you going to do today?

He returned to the vegetable garden, cut a few bamboos, and then returned to the quiet garden again to start repairing the bamboo chair.

The monk walked to the courtyard and began to sweep the leaves, watching his more and more skilled movements, thinking with a smile, thinking that these Qingshan disciples were really interesting.

"Where will they be transported after the leaves have been swept every day? Master, I will do these things in the future."

Liu Shisui felt the gaze of the great monk, and while he was wearing a bamboo chair, he said: "Listen to your son and say that you used to be the clerk of Taichang Temple in Chaoge City. interesting."

The Dachang monk's expression changed slightly, and he thought about how interesting this kind of thing was.

Liu Shisui glanced back and said with concern: "Your broom looks a bit old too. It happened that I brought bamboo today. Would you like to make a new one for you."

The great monk is very helpless, wondering why Jing Jiu wants you to learn closed mouth meditation.

Liu Shisui never needs an opponent to speak, and he continued to fix his bamboo chair and kept thinking.

Dachang Monk sighed, his face wrinkled deeper, looking at the small stone pagoda, thinking that it is so noisy here now, do you want to move a house?

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A quiet and happy life is always similar. Every day is no different from the previous day, except that sometimes there is light rain and sometimes breeze.

There are futons and bamboo chairs under the rain corridor in the quiet garden. The three people sit or lie or lie on a cat, which is just one day.

Sometimes the white cat will go out and stroll when he gets tired. After all, this is Guocheng Temple, there are many taboos, and it will not go too far.

Every five or ten days, there is a master in the lecture hall explaining the scriptures, Jing Jiu will take Zhao Layue to listen to it. Once the white cat is really bored and also went there once. It sounded.

The bamboo chair has been repaired. On the days when Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue listened to the classics, Liu Shisui would stay in the vegetable garden.It's just that Donghan is getting deeper, and there are some signs of recurrence of the Qi conflict in his body. The number of coughs has obviously increased, and Xiao He is very worried.

In the meditation hall beside the pagoda in Guocheng Temple, Yin San is also reading the scriptures.

It is far away from Jingyuan and the Lecture Hall, and he has a deep understanding of negative Buddhism and disdains to listen to the comments of the younger generation. He has never been there.

After reading the scriptures, the most common thing that Yin San does is sit on the stone steps of the Chantang and soak up the winter sun.

The most common thing ancestors do is to steal meat outside the temple. The mouth is often filled with oil.

Occasionally Yin San will take out the bone flute and play a silent piece.

Ancestor stood behind him, touching his red nose, looking into the distance, thinking about his silent thoughts.

Yin San did not know that Jing Jiu was here.

Jing Jiu didn't know that Yin San was here.

In the history of Qingshanzong, this pair can even be said to be the most legendary siblings in the history of the Taoist monastery, and they spent time together in Guocheng Temple without knowing each other.

One day, Yin San raised his head and looked out of Tallinn, and suddenly saw the eyes full of blue eyes, only to know that spring had arrived.

He smiled slightly, and his heart moved slightly, knowing that he would be able to solve physical problems.

Then he remembered Liu Shisui.

After a winter, I don't know if the little guy's cough is better.

So he went to the vegetable garden.