The Path Toward Heaven

If there is no long-term retreat, Bai Zao will have a meal with his parents every year, and only one meal will be under the Yuntai tree.

There are only a few simple dishes on the stone table. The grilled fish does not move, and only a drink of wine. Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren left.

Bai Zao was silent for a moment, and walked under the tree to the sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, thinking that if Brother Tong Yan was here, it might be more lively.

For monks, retreat is the norm, but she is still a little worried because Tong Yan retreat is too sudden.

She was also worried about another thing.

Xianlu fell in Jing Jiu's hands, and Yunmeng Mountain did not respond, especially when her mother behaved so calmly, which made her a little uneasy.

She wanted to write a letter to Qingshan to ask, and finally gave up, sighing softly, waving white satin, countless snow-white silk fell like snow and sealed the Yuntai.

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Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the soil and stone chips he dug were quietly crushed by Dao method. After reducing a lot of volume, he piled up neatly on both sides and looked like one stone ball after another. .

There are no lights in the tunnel, and there is darkness everywhere. Naturally, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, but as a monk, he naturally knows that more than a year has passed.

Anyway, there are still many years to dig deep into the ground. He behaves calmly and silently, and no one here can talk to him anyway.

The looming, yet extremely real coercion is always in front, in the distance, in the high places.

Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain. If he approaches Qingtianjian, he will definitely let the other party find out, what should he do then?There is no need to count things that are unclear. When that time comes, he looks at the river in front of him, wondering if he should take a bath to celebrate the coming of the New Year?

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Deep in a valley, the clouds shrouded, and the sky was dyed milky, milk-like.

There are more than ten stone pillars in the cloud, and Bai Zhenren stands on a certain stone pillar, looking at the distance and not knowing what to think.

A huge black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if there was suddenly a mountain there.

Zhenzhou's Zhenshan god beast, Qilin.

Clouds and clouds suddenly stirred, and light and dark, naturally forming several lines of vertical text, appeared in front of Bai Zhenren.

That is the consciousness of Kirin.

"I sensed that the immortal knowledge left by the ancestors is dissipating. Although the speed is very slow, this is something that should not happen. I am very worried."

Bai Zhenren still looked into the distance and said: "Bulao Lin made it very clear that he was studying Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple, maybe there is a possibility of success."

If someone can see the picture clearly from the height, then she knows that she is looking southeast.

Guocheng Temple is over there.

Qilin's consciousness soon appeared again in the clouds and fog: "I'm going to kill him."

Bai Zhenren said: "The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan is still unclear. Don't take risks."

The text appeared in the fog: "Did the young monks dare to shoot me?"

Bai Zhenren said: "You are the ancestor of the Zhenshan I sent, and you must not leave in accordance with the rules of the door, unless you give up the body."

Cloud and mist were quiet for a while, and after a while a series of words appeared again.

"It's enough to kill these little guys."

"No, because I don't believe he can refine the celestial mortal, even ... he really is Jingyang reincarnated."

Bai Zhenren said indifferently: "He is too low now."

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Since winter is here, spring will naturally follow.

Along with a slightly cold spring rain, trees in Guocheng Temple began to produce new shoots.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lived a quiet life in the Jingyuan Garden. Liu Shisui spent more time in the vegetable garden. Naturally, he did not forget to consult Jing Jiu every day about the knowledge of Kendo.

A few days later, Zhao Layue will go to the lecture hall to listen to the master's interpretation. The white cat will often walk over and lie on the window sill while listening to the sun while listening to the Bible.

The monks were accustomed to seeing this white cat, they did not take it for granted, and occasionally teased him. Zhao Layue was often nervous, fearing that it would suddenly become fierce and seriously affect the relationship between Qingshan Sect and Guocheng Temple.

Jing Jiu rarely goes to lecture halls now. Most of the time he lays on a bamboo chair and is doing his own practice accompanied by the spring breeze, spring sun, spring rain More profound.

One afternoon he opened his eyes and saw the green eyes outside the wall, only to find that the spring was deep, and he looked at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.

The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived. Anyway, apart from the old guys such as Yuangui and Qilin, no one has lived longer than it. Such things as Fachun have been insulated from it for a long time. It is not the most important thing in life, just lying down.

It has not rained these days. The futon in front of the tower was very dry. Liu Shisui also paved it with some carefully selected fine grasses. It slept very comfortably, and sometimes it even forgot the girl ’s knee.

It opened its eyes and woke up, looked at the sky blankly, and suddenly remembered that when there was still a few sheets of paper on this futon in early spring last year.

The same Chunyang, the same spring breeze, the same spring meaning, the same futon, just a few sheets.

It stood up subconsciously, walked outside the Jingyuan Garden, smelling the smell floating in the air, and walked through the pond and the jungle, the small bridge and the disciple's courtyard.

Around the vocals gradually, it jumped up the wall gently, along the eaves shadow wall to the middle section of Guocheng Temple, and then jumped into the piece of Tallinn.

There is a quiet Zen room in front, there is no one on the stone steps, and there is no one in the house. It is quiet like a tomb.

The white cat walked up the stone steps, lay down in a circle, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

When he slept until the sky was full of sunset, it woke up and wondered what was wrong with him?

Back at Jingyuan, it went back to the small stone tower to continue sleeping, but could not close its eyes.

It was so disturbed by an inexplicable emotion that he didn't notice, Jing Jiu looked at himself quietly.

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The Baishan Zen room has long been empty.

There is no fireworker Tuo Tuo in the Qiansi cooking room that appears rarely anyway. As for the guy who has never appeared, he is soon forgotten, but there are more young and old in the most guarded Jingsha Monk.These two monks are naturally Yinsan and Xuanyin ancestors.

Yinsan is more beautiful and even cute after shaving, and the ancestors are even more cumbersome after shaving, especially the red nose is more conspicuous, and it is bored when watching.

Patriarch rubbed his nose and walked to Yin San looking behind him.

He felt clearly that since he knew Jing Jiu was at Guocheng Temple, Yin San meditated for more time, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Ancestor noticed a slight protrusion behind Yinsan's neck, and was slowly changing position.

Then he smelled a very light taste, his expression changed slightly, but he dared not say anything.

The smell is very light, not smelly but smells very uncomfortable, with the smell of rotten leaves, like old wood that has been left for many years.

Patriarch knew that this flesh could not stand for a few years, and did not know whether a real person could find a way to perfectly unify the soul and flesh within ten years.

They have stayed in Guocheng Temple for many years, for this purpose.

The ancestor's eyes fell on the Yin San body, and a piece of paper was placed on the ground in front of the futon, with a few lines written on it.

Those words were written by Jing Jiu.

Ancestor didn't understand, since you can't believe his story, why should you put this paper in front of you?

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It's another year in a blink of an eye. When the old and the new meet, the world is in full swing. The darkness in the quiet garden can only be seen by Zhao Layue's eyes.

She looked at Jing Jiu intently.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes, released his sword intentions, reached out and dipped his sword intentions, and wrote a scripture.

This time he didn't put his left hand directly into the scripture, but thought for a moment, selected a few words from the scripture and reached for it.

With a snap, the palms intersect.

His left hand was bright for a moment, and then returned to normal. In a blink of an eye, life and death had already circulated once.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes again and reopened it after a long time. He said to Zhao Layue, who didn't know when he came to him, "It's okay."

Zhao Layue bowed down to him.

Jing Jiu said: "There are still no red envelopes."

Zhao Layue smiled slightly, then said seriously: "I can break through."

Jing Jiujing looked at her quietly and said, "I think it will be steady, and wait a few more years."

Zhao Layue was a little puzzled.

Her wild experience in the wild has been completely stabilized, and Dao Xin Jian Yi has reached the most full and full peak state, why should she wait?

Jing Jiu did not explain, she was a little dissatisfied, so she did not sit down this time.

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Under the Yuntai tree, there are still simple fruit bowls, only a glass of wine with half a scent of wine, not even leftovers.

Bai Zao walked to the cliff and looked at the clouds floating freely, thinking that since only brothers like to eat grilled fish, I won't do it for you after that.

Brother Tong Yan has been closed for two years. What kind of Taoism are he practicing?Jing Jiu, where are you doing?

In the spring, she finally wrote a letter to Qingshan, and then received Gu Qing's reply. Gu Qing was unclear in the letter, obviously hiding something.

She turned to look at the fruit bowls and wine glasses on the table, thinking of these things, feeling very boring.

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Tong Yan is still digging a hole underground.

There is nothing else.

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Clouds are lingering, the figure of Kirin is looming, the consciousness fluctuates, and the formed text appears.

"I feel that he has refined some more. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, your ideas will not only be unrealized, but will bring him great benefits."

Bai Zhenren stood on the stone pillar standing against the wind and looked at the direction of Guocheng Temple for a while, then said, "I said, you can't leave Zhongzhou according to the door rules."

Kirin showed the words in the clouds: "I can walk in person."

Bai Zhenren calmly said: "Suppressing you in the realm, the magic power is less than one percent of the body."

A line of text soon appeared in the clouds.

"But enough to kill him! And although my supernatural powers are suppressed, the body of the gods is not destroyed, and no one can hurt me!"

Bai Zhenren withdrew his eyes and said, "No."

"Canglong died because of him, I must kill him! Since your thoughts have been defeated, you should act according to my method now! I will not let him have the possibility of refining the immortals, otherwise, if he let them get those Xianqi, will be a big problem in the future! "

Kirin is very angry.

The clouds and mist deep in the valley were tumbling.

The characters that appeared, like pens and knives, were extremely sharp and full of strong killing intent.

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Time passes faster than the poet's pen.

Before you lament that the deceased is like this, the deceased is already gone.

In an instant, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue have been in Guocheng Temple for five years.

In recent times, Jing Jiu has become more and more silent, his face more and more pale, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and there is a hint of gold hidden deep in his eyes, which adds a bit of a strange taste to that beautiful face.

In a few days it will be another new year.

That night Jing Jiu will write the last verse, trying to completely refine the Xianlu.

If it succeeds, the infinite immortal energy in the immortal mortal will belong to him.

If he fails, he will be repulsed by immortal knowledge, and may become a puppet of the Zhongzhou faction at any time.

Zhao Layue never understood that Jing Jiu did not agree with her breakthrough, but he kept accelerating the speed of refining the fairy consciousness, even at the cost of a large amount of sword yuan and soul.

What is his hurry?

This New Year also has a special meaning for Guocheng Temple.

Lu Guogong will come on behalf of His Majesty the God Emperor.

This is something that happens every year, but the scale and level of this year are much grander.

Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until he heard the sigh of the great monk that he remembered that he had gone for three hundred years in the small stone tower.