The Path Toward Heaven

Pushing the door open, Yin San didn't see Liu Shisui, only Xiao He, smiling and said, "Come for a meal."

Xiao He was a little surprised, so he quickly asked him to sit down and arranged.She is no longer as vigilant as the previous mysterious predecessor because she has to worry about too many things, such as Liu Shisui's body, such as Jing Jiu, who now lives in Guocheng Temple.

The dishes are still very rich, but the wine is a little different.

Yinsan put down the wine bowl and smiled, "The strong ale on Leidao is not easy to get."

Xiao He stood aside, clutching the clothing corner nervously.

Good wine suddenly appeared on the table at home, in addition to friends coming from afar, there is a possibility that people are asked to do things.

Yin San is a very casual person, drinking wine, eating vegetables, and talking casually.

"He will go back to Qingshan someday, how to solve your status as a fox demon?"

Xiao He was silent for a moment and said, "If it doesn't work, I'll leave it."

Yin San said: "The fox demon is easy to be emotional, self-disciplined, and knows the importance. Since you are willing to give up, the picture is naturally not small. Do you want him to be the head?"

Xiao He knew that he could not hide the master, said: "Senior sees."

Yin San shook his head and said: "He can never be the head of Qingshan in his life."

Xiaohe looked pale and asked, "Why?"

"I know Castle Peak, and no one who has had such an experience can be a leader unless he can do it to me, but can he?"

Yinsan looked at the fish stew in the big bowl and said calmly: "He can't, so he can't."

Xiao He looked pale, but calmed down a lot. Just as she was relaxed after despair, she whispered: "He said, Master Jing Jiu thinks so."

Yin San listened to the name and raised his lips slightly, saying, "At least he didn't forget about this matter."

Xiao He asked, "What do you suggest?"

According to her thoughts, since Liu Shisui could not be the leader of Qingshan, it would be better to spend some ordinary days in this vegetable garden.But she also knows that this is delusional delusion, and one day Liu Shisui will leave here or even leave her.

"The world is huge, why should it be confined to that green mountain? Even if you will leave here in the future, you can go to other places, even other continents to see."

This is the true emotion of Yin San.

If it weren't for the mountains in his heart, he would have gone long ago.

Thinking about those past events, he extended his chopsticks to the green spinach piled in the plate, like a sword going to pierce a green mountain.

"After Jing Jiuxian came to the temple, he followed him every day, just as he used to be. In the future, Jing Jiuxian would have to return to Qingshan in one sentence. Where did he go?"

Thinking about life these days, Xiao He felt a bit bitter.

Yin San's chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air and said, "I don't like spinach at all, it's too bitter."

Xiao He didn't understand what he meant, but suddenly felt the room became extremely cold.

That breath came from Yin San's body.

Xiao He knelt down with a clap, her face pale and her body shivered slightly.

Yin San's breath was not so powerful, but made her feel terrified.

Just like when she was pierced by Jing Jiuyi's sword in the Haishen Temple outside Haizhou City.

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In front of the backyard of Guocheng Temple, there is a large area of ​​farmland outside, and there are continuous sheds beside the road.

The front monastery can burn incense, join the Buddha, and do things, and the backyard is where the monks in the temple clean up.

Tallinn is very quiet and the place is very biased. Because the color of the Lingta is mostly white and gray, the zen room closest to it is called Baishan.

Yinsan sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen room, looked at the stone towers, and remained silent for a long time.

Ancestor came back from the outside with his mouth wiped out, and saw this scene, feeling a little strange.

Yinsan often sits on the stone steps to bask in the sun, but today there is no sun.

Moreover, taking the ancestor's realm as an example, it is natural to see that he is in a strange mood today.

The ancestor asked cautiously: "What's the matter, real person?"

Yin San's voice said slightly: "I didn't know that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple."

The ancestor has been guessing who is Yin San's internal responder in Guocheng Temple. Now it seems that the man should have followed the chief of the law hall to the north.

Then ... he woke up and realized what he had heard, fell silent, and his nose became more ruddy.

The sound of crows came from deep in Tallinn.

"What is he doing here?"

Patriarch asked in a low voice.

"There is a problem with that Xianlu."

Yin San said: "He can't solve it in Qingshan, so he is here to seek Dharma relief ... like me."

Patriarch was silent for a while, and suddenly walked into the Zen room, saying, "I haven't read a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures, so I took them on the road."

Yinsan looked up at the crows flying from Tallinn and asked indifferently, "Why go?"

Patriarch stopped and said, "Whether it is hiding or killing, we always have to leave afterwards."

This sentence makes sense.

Yin San said: "I came here to seek Dharma relief, but now I haven't got the mantra, how can I go?"

Patriarch walked back to him and tentatively asked, "Then kill?"

Yin San said: "I wanted to kill him, and now he came to the door, why not kill?"

"This sentence is too vulgar and does not match the identity of the real person."

The old ancestor shyly said, "And you don't mean that he is not Jingyang, why kill him?"

Yin San said: "He is not Jingyang, he will die."

The ancestor looked colder and said, "Why?"

If it's something else, as long as Yin San said it, he would definitely respond like a dog, but this thing doesn't work, he needs a reason.

Now Zen Zi went to Baicheng, and the abbot could not retreat. No one in Guocheng Temple could resist his Xuanyin magic skills, but even if he killed Jing Jiu, his identity would certainly be revealed. After chasing him to death, is he going to hide back into the sunless ground again?

Yin San said: "I don't think he looks good. What's the reason?"

Patriarch shook his head and said seriously: "Not very good."

Yin San suddenly stood up and walked into Tallinn, leaving a word.

"Teasing you to play, with his temperament, there must be the cat by his side, how can there be such a good kill?"

The ancestor looked at his back and asked, "Then avoid it now?"

Yin San didn't stop and said, "Look at it first."

Suddenly, the ancestor gave birth to an extremely bad thought, and Shen Sheng said, "Is the real person going to see him?"

Yin San did not speak and stopped in Tallinn.

Ancestor finally relieved.

Yin San took out the bone flute and drew dozens of lines on the ground between several spirit towers.

Those lines form extremely complex patterns, and it looks like it should be a certain formation.

The sound of the crow was in the sky, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves rolled in from outside Tallinn, concealing the lines so that they could no longer be seen.

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Today there is no master lecture in the lecture hall, Jing Jiu is in the quiet garden.

He lay on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wind, his ears moved slightly.

This pair of beating ears can hear all the sounds sent by the cold wind.

It was all the sounds between heaven and earth, including the chanting of monks, the sound of the believers' foreheads touching the ground in the front hall, and the sound of burning candles.

Logically, his ears should be 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 armrest of the bamboo chair, and he tapped it lightly.

Sitting at the bamboo chair, Liu Shisui stared at his fingers, adjusting the real element movement in his body with his rhythm.

This picture happened frequently at the pond of the small mountain village more than 20 years ago.

Jing Jiu's fingers stopped suddenly, then opened his eyes and looked out of Jingyuan.

The sound in the wind was a bit chaotic, although he only noticed it for a moment.

His fingers moved again, but this time it was much faster, with countless afterimages.

Liu Shisui didn't notice that he had opened his eyes, thinking that it was still the rhythm. Zhenyuan was suddenly confused and stopped quickly.

Jing Jiu looked out of the Jingyuan Garden, his eyes slightly different.

Even for things related to immortal immortality, his deduction calculations can get a general indication, why is this time it is not clear?

Liu Shisui thought he was worried about Xianlu's problems and said, "I know a master in Guocheng Temple, and I don't know if it is your son or acquaintance."

Jing Jiu looked back, took a cup of tea and drank, shook his head.

He had only one acquaintance in Guocheng Temple and knew several monks, but Jing Jiu knew no one.

Liu Shisui thought that it was the help of Zen, and said, "That master has profound Dharma, and helped me interpret many difficult scriptures. Do you want it?"

Jing Jiu put the tea cup back on the table and shook his head again.

In the rain corridor on the other side, Zhao Layue was reviewing the scriptures the day before yesterday, thinking about the difficulties on the kendo. He touched the white cat on his knee subconsciously, and occasionally rubbed his belly.Listening to Liu Shisui's words, she said: "How can anyone as arrogant as he thinks anyone in the world is qualified to teach him?"

Distance produces beauty and awe.

If you are too familiar, beauty is gone, and awe is gone.

This principle applies to cats as well as humans.

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, he hummed comfortably, then grunted, and finally turned over and turned his belly to the sky.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He raised his teacup and remembered that he had just finished drinking.

Liu Shisui quickly pours on.

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The twilight darkened. When I came home, Yin San stood up from the stone steps, took off the dust, and prepared to go to the vegetable garden to disturb a meal.

The ancestor said, "Will you go at this time?"

Yin San said, "Go and see."

The ancestor said: "If you really saw it there, are you going to kill him directly?"

Yin San shook his head and said: "Since he thinks he is Jingyang, he will not go to the vegetable garden again, because that is meaningless to Jingyang, so I will not meet him."

Ancestor asked: "What are you going to do?"

Without explanation, Yin San left Guocheng Temple directly and went to the vegetable garden.

The time he chose was really good. Liu Shisui had a meal with Xiaohe in the house.

Since he was not the predecessor invited by the son, Liu Shisui would naturally not tell him about the son, but he did not expect Yin San to take the initiative to raise it.

Yin San drank a bowl of wine and said, "I know what Jing Jiu is doing. I may have some methods. You can ask him if he wants to learn."

Liu Shisui was a little wary and said, "I'm not very clear, but I can ask."

Yin San took out a few sheets of paper and handed it over, saying: "Don't tell him who I am, if you don't believe me, don't say yes, if he doesn't believe me, don't use it."

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Shisui entered the Guocheng Temple with the superb new tea and some sheets of paper sent by Gu Qing's family.

Jing Jiu took the papers and looked at them, and found that the handwriting was very strange, but the sentence had a familiar taste.

More critically, the man's method is quite reasonable.

This is not a meditation to explain the Scriptures, but the refining of the Xianlu.

How many people in the world can have this level?