The Path Toward Heaven

Xuanyin's ancestors had some problems in his mood recently. His nose became redder, his hair became thinner and thinner, and the time of silence became longer and longer. Even the trotters with pickled perilla leaves could not make him smile.

In his view, no matter what kind of intent or conspiracy is hidden in the letter of the real person, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu guesses who he is, then he must start.

By killing Jing Zhaoliu and three people, the peak of the young generation of Qingshan will be damaged by half, which will greatly benefit the future recovery of evil ways, but what should we do now?

Tens of days passed, and the spring became deeper. The white pagoda was often wet by rain, the pine forest became greener, and Yin San went to the vegetable garden again. Liu Shisui just happened to be there.

Liu Shisui handed him back several pieces of paper that had been wrinkled, and he was embarrassed to say: "The son said ... Some take it for granted, it's useless."

Yin San was not angry, and said with a smile: "Really? It seems that he has also studied the Dharma a bit, so I wonder if I can help me solve some problems?"

After speaking, he took another piece of paper from his sleeve and passed it.

The spring is deep, and the summer is coming soon. The cicadas in Guocheng Temple have risen, and the quiet garden 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 cicada so big?

After reading the paper Liu Shisui handed over, Jing Jiu fell into contemplation, and then felt that Cicada was a little annoyed. He waved his sleeves, passed the breeze through the hall, and went into the forest.

Liu Shisui said: "What shall I return?"

Jing Jiu said: "I want to think about it."

It takes him a long time to answer. I can imagine that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.

People who can ask questions of this degree are naturally not ordinary people.

Zhao Layue asked, "That person is of a high standard?"

Jing Jiun gave a cry.

Zhao Layue said: "Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan with you when he was ten years old?"

Jing Jiu said: "The monks have a lot of quirks. Just like Zen, they like to play mud and sticks. The abbots of Guocheng Temple rarely come out to meet people, they like to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Zhao Layue said: "Since the man knew about the Xianlu, he must have a very high status in Guocheng Temple, maybe he was an abbot."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "No, he may have been an abbot."

The next day he wrote a reply. When Liu Shisui handed it into Yinsan's hand, it was already late summer.

After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen room and watched the stars all night. The ancestor sat next to him, shaking the fan all night.

He has confirmed that Jing Jiu vaguely guessed the problem of smoke disappearing, so can he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?

Yin San was silent for a long time, and eventually he did not reply any more, and did not go to the vegetable garden again.

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Everywhere in Guocheng Temple is full of sounds and fruits in the vegetable garden, Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable. I believe that within two years, he will be able to enter the middle of the wild and create another record of Qingshan Sect.

The true energy in Liu Shisui's body has also calmed down a lot, and it seems that there should not be too much danger in a short time.

Jing Jiu and the white cat slept well.

Time passed, and it was another winter.

This year's great cold, the cold wind from the snowfield screamed south, and even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected. Several heavy snowfalls fell. Poetry, painting.

The great monk is still attached to sweeping the floor, letting the fallen leaves accumulate will not let the snow accumulate, and the quiet garden is cleaned.

Jing Jiu felt a little bored and brought everyone into the house under the gallery with a cat.

The crackling of silver charcoal came from the stove, and the water in the teapot kept gurgling. Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, closed their eyes and practiced meditation. He held the cat on a bamboo chair in front of the window , Looking at the snow-white scenery outside.

The landscape is confined to a small window, but has a more profound meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.

His eyes fell on his left hand, feeling the immortal qi inside it and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased by any way, thoughtfully.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers came from a distance outside the monastery, and then it was never cut off.

Zhao Layue asked curiously, "Is this the villager driving the mountain beast?"

Jing Jiu was very speechless and said: "Deep winter and heavy snow, there is no food in the field, beasts or hibernation, or moving south, what do you do down the mountain? This firecracker is endless, obviously there is a big deal, it may be who died. "

Zhao Layue was taught and said, "It turns out so."

"in fact……"

Liu Shisui ’s eyes turned back and forth on their faces, and he was embarrassed to say, “It ’s because of the Chinese New Year today.”

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "The New Year is quite lively."

Zhao Layue turned his head and did not want to answer the call.

Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say, "Xiao He has made a lot of dishes."

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue rejected the proposal to go to the vegetable garden for New Year's Eve dinner. They are now increasingly unconcerned about these things and naturally not interested.

The firecrackers kept ringing, even though they were far apart, they could still reach their ears.

For some reason, Jing Jiu did not choose to block Six Senses, although this is something he is very good at.

Until the night was extremely deep, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky illuminated by the fire turned back to the quiet black.

The great monk had 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 intersect, and the world is at its best.

Xianqi comes from outside of this world, under the suppression of the world's momentum, it is the weakest time.

A sword intention emerged from Jing Jiu and enveloped the entire quiet room.

He stretched out his right hand, dipping his sword, and wrote a scripture in the sky.

Then he grabbed his left hand into a fist, reached into the scripture, and slowly closed his eyes.

No vision occurred, such as mud cows entering the sea, and like spring rain running through the night.

Not knowing how long it had passed, he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand with a satisfied expression in his eyes.

"how about it?"

Zhao Layue's voice rang.

Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "10%."

In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes were bright, black and white, very beautiful.

More than a year's time of refining 10% of immortal knowledge seems to be very slow, but in fact it is already very fast.

If it is replaced by other monks, in the realm of Jing Jiu, it is simply impossible to refine the existence of this level of immortality.

The feeling of admiration sprang up in her heart.

She bowed down.

This was her first gift to Jing Jiuxing's disciples.

"You also have a happy new year."

Jing Jiu said, "There are no red envelopes."

He didn't have any concept of the New Year, but he didn't really understand it.

It ’s like asking why you want to worship Zhao Layue.

There is no need for dialogue, no explanation, no matter how deep the night is, with eyes in sight, you will know what each other means.

Zhao Layue sat beside him, snuggled in his arms, and seemed very attached.

No one has ever seen such a little daughter in her family.

The noble lady in Chaoge City has not seen it, her fellow students in Qingshan have not seen it, even her parents have not seen it, only Jing Jiu.

She will only let Jing Jiu see.

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(The fairy is not new year, but also birthday, but write less to celebrate ... I wish you all good health and good luck.)