The Path Toward Heaven

On the night when the prospect of Yangzhen and Dongdong opened in many years, Chanzi saw Jing Jiu for the first time, and then he used Lianyun to protect this "junior".

During the Mei meeting, Jing Jiu wrote a little bit of blood plum in the battle of Dao and once again caught his attention.

A few years ago, at the Guocheng Temple, the Qilin incarnation came, but Taiping and Xuanyin ancestors violently shot, but they all came back.

In the Battle of the West Sea, a sword of light spreads across the world. After the spring rain, this young "junior" became the leader of Qingshan.

I can't help thinking.

Chan Zi had long doubted Jing Jiu's true identity, but he didn't write a letter to ask because he thought his suspicions were absurd.

Just like Nan Wang, like winter.

People who are more familiar with and closer to Jingyang in the past life cannot believe this.

Even if all the people in Chaotian Continent died, the Zhuohe River stopped flowing, the snow peak in the extreme north collapsed, and the maelstrom disappeared, how could Jingyang fail?

So Zenko also accepted the rumor, or forced to use the rumor to persuade himself.

Jing Jiu is the bloodline left by Jingyang, and he has obtained his real mantle and treasures left, so the speed of the practice of breaking through the border will be so shocking and shocking.

To this day, he finally knew the truth of the matter, and his mind was greatly affected.

What is said to be profound, and what does not move without thinking, after all, can only calm down the mind by looking at the East China Sea.

The hot tea was poured into the cup, emitting a faint white smoke, like the mist of the sea in the morning.

Chanzi's eyes passed through those white mists and landed on Jing Jiu's face. His voice was as deep as his eyes, but he was puzzled: "What the hell is going on?"

Jing Jiu took the cup of tea and took a sip. The mist covered his face like a cloud, and his voice was as ethereal as his eyes: "Some things are not done."

Zenzi's fingers lightly tapped on the table, and the very rhythmic sound blew away the mist from the tea cup and Jing Jiu's face, saying, "What's the matter?"

Jing Jiu put down the teacup and said, "I don't know."

It sounds a little inexplicable, and Zen can understand it naturally.

He took a deep look at Jing Jiuyi and thought to himself ... So he still likes to dress like that?

"What's the matter with Taiping? Why did he escape and was released by you again in the West Sea."

"Liu Ci is dead, and he said what to do."

"What about others?"

"Should be at sea, the Penglaibao ship king was robbed of a good ship. He is very weak now, and the feeling of the outside world will make him a little more at ease."

Jing Jiu said: "He took the dragon's pith and the lotus in the wind corridor. What do you think he wanted to do?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to describe what they think through such a few simple sentences, but Zenzi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Reincarnation?"

He understands the current situation of Taiping real people, so he only needs a word of lotus to associate his thoughts.

Jing Jiu said, "I don't understand this."

So he came to Guocheng Temple so long in advance.

Chan Zi said: "The reincarnation of the lotus is not a continuation of the previous life. This is not the same as you. It is not the same as Shuiyue Temple. I don't think Taiping would choose that way.

Jing Jiu agrees with him because Zen Zi is the only real reincarnated person he knows.

But Chan Zi was no longer the old monk of Guocheng Temple who died under the Taiping.

Cause and effect still exist, no past.

"Dong Yi Dao has a deeper research on the reincarnation of Lotus. I will take some classics to show you later."

Chan Zi turned to ask: "That array was seen in the past, there was no problem, why did it happen?"

At that time, he saw three roads at the end of Shen Mofeng and Jingyang's discussion.

After one winter, Jing Jiu was forced to choose the other one, and on both roads was naturally a soaring causal avenue.

If something is not done, it means that the fate is unfinished, and there is a problem with the smoke disappearing.

Jing Jiu waved his sleeves, and dozens of bronze mirrors appeared in the air, collecting the scenes in the Zen room, and then gradually deepening.

Chan Zi has studied the smoke dissipation, knowing that it is split mirror, but what he thinks about at this time is where did you get so many good mirrors?

Jing Jiu reached out and summoned the heart bell from the window.

The bell whispered and went back and forth between dozens of bronze mirrors.

Zenko took out a thin wooden stick, took out his ear, and said, "Jingzong, Xuanlingzong ... it looks like you are really different from before."

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Restoration of the Jingyuan Park is as before, that is to say, the stone tower is in the same position, and the three rain corridors are no different from the previous ones.

Zhao Layue has been listening here for several years and has passed several New Years. He is very satisfied with this and sat down in a familiar position.

Ada also went to its second familiar position-on the futon in front of the stone pagoda. Unfortunately, it is summer. The leaves swept by the great monk are not dry enough, and it is not very comfortable to lie down. It took a long time for it to get up and walk back to the rain corridor, lying on its most familiar position.

Accompanying Qingming, the bell flew away from its neck.

It looked back over there, with a bit of grudge in his eyes.

Zhao Layue scratched his neck, long since the restraint and tension when he held it for the first time at Bihu Peak.

Zhuo Rusui took Gu Qing to the little stone tower and introduced: "This is the spirit bone tower of His Majesty the previous god."

Gu Qingwen was solemn and saluted very seriously and made a sacrifice.

"I know this tower very well." Zhuo Rusui felt some emotion and touched the tower body to express his gratitude.

In the fierce battle in the Guocheng Temple, the big shots of the Xuanyin ancestors and Qilin avatars were the shots. He was only the eyes of Master Liu Ci, and the realm was the lowest. If he did not hold this stone tower, he would have been hit by wind Blow away.

The voices of the two people, dozens of monks carrying the book into the quiet garden, went to the Zen room behind the garden.

Looking at this scene, Gu Qing remembered the pictures on the Shiyue Peak a few days ago, and Zhao Layue remembered the pictures in Jingzong, thinking that this was really related to the book?

Zhuo Rusui was a little uncertain and said: "This Master Uncle wants to talk to Zen Zi? Can he?"

When it comes to such things as spiritual cultivation, he now has to serve Jing Jiu, but when it comes to learning this kind of thing ... Chanzi is a man of great wisdom who can sit down with Jingyang Master and Uncle Zu ?

Gu Qing smiled and said, "At the time in Chaoge City, Lord Bu Qiuxiaozhai did not say Master."

Zhuo Rusui thought that it was time to talk, and what does it have to do with learning?

In the Zen room they couldn't see, Jing Jiu and Zen Zi didn't sit down and talked, but read books, but they read books in a completely different way from ordinary people.

Nearly a thousand books of Buddhism and related books, were drawn into the air by an invisible force, floated around them, and then fell into those mirrors.

Those classics began to open on their own, faster and faster, and brought a breeze.

Jing Jiu and Zen Zi closed their eyes, and they didn't know what they thought.

Those gentle breezes came out of the window and came to the quiet garden, back and forth between the rain corridor and the courtyard.

Zhao Layue felt very cool and touched Ada, who narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Gu Qing felt the breeze coming from his face. After stunned, he sat on the futon in front of the stone tower, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and rest.

The fallen leaves, still green, were pushed by the wind and gradually surrounded the futon.

Zhuo Rusui sat under the gallery, his legs flicked, and the rhythm of the wind gradually merged.

He felt that these fresh breezes were so strange that they came from all directions, everywhere, some brushing his eyelashes, some blowing his ears gently, and some digging in along his sleeves at an extremely tricky angle.

In such countless cool breezes, it's hard not to sleep.

Thinking about these things, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually slumped down, so he slept like this.

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When twilight was at its strongest, Zhuo Rusui woke up with his eyes open.

Evening stone tower wind is quiet, he was a little trance, I do not know still today, or it has been several days.

Zhao Layue touched the cat under the rain corridor there, and wondered what was going on. Gu Qing was still sitting in front of the stone tower with his eyes closed, and the fallen leaves had gradually spread to the side of his legs.

Suddenly, there was a roar behind the quiet garden, and the gusty wind screamed and rolled up the leaves in the courtyard.

In the Zen room, countless books fell on the ground, either opened or closed.

Looking at it is like a big or small wave of peanuts on the sea surface, and it is like covering the ground with unresolved snow.

Zenko opened his eyes and said, "I see faster than you."

Jing Jiu didn't speak, and picked up a copy of Dong Yi Dao's Lotus Health Sutra from the floor and continued to read it.

Zenzi said: "You are so weak now, what should I do if Bai Jinren bombed you to death in autumn?"

Jing Jiu continued to read, without looking up: "This is Guocheng Temple."

The meaning of this is very clear.

You now know who I am, can you still see me in trouble?

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Zhuo Rusui was directly flew out by the violent wind, landed on the ground, and took a few steps backward to stabilize his figure.

Looking back at Jingyuan, he saw that under the light of the setting sun, the green leaves seemed to form a round ball with green and red intersecting, and looked extremely spectacular.

"Is this the magic of Zen?"

Zhuo Rusui walked back to the quiet garden with shocking emotions.

Chanzi didn't attack, it should be just the overflow of the mind, and actually had such a great power.

He found that Zhao Layue was still sitting in the previous place with the white cat in his arms.

Immediately after he discovered that Gu Qing was still sitting in the original place, he couldn't help being annoyed, thinking how could he be blown out if he still held the stone tower?

The sky full of green leaves fell and sprinkled on Gu Qing's body as if he were to be buried.

Zhuo Rusui was about to laugh, and suddenly he looked slightly startled, and said, "Is it going to break through?"

Zhao Layue heard his words and looked at Gu Qing, who was covered in leaves, and found that his breath was changing obviously.