The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 148: Written for 5 years
If there is no long-term retreat, Bai Zao would have a meal with his parents every year, and there is only one meal under the Yuntai tree.
There were only some very simple dishes on the stone table. The grilled fish did not move. After only a glass of wine, Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren left.
Bai Zao was silent for a while, went under the tree and looked at the sea of clouds beyond the cliff, thinking that if Brother Tong Yan was here, it might be more lively.
For ascetics, retreat is the norm, but she is still a little worried because Tongyan’s retreat is too sudden.
She is a little worried about another thing.
仙箓 fell into Jing Jiu's hands, Yunmengshan did not respond, especially her mother was so calm that she was a little uneasy.
She wanted to write to Qingshan to ask, but in the end she gave up. She sighed softly and waved the white satin lightly. Countless white silks fell like snow, sealing the cloud platform.
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Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the dirt and stone chips he dug out were quietly crushed by him. After reducing a lot of volume, they were neatly piled on both sides, looking like one after another. Of stone balls.
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 into the depths of the earth veins. He was calm and silent. No one here can talk to him anyway.
The looming, but incomparably real pressure is always in front, far away, high up.
Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain. If he approaches Qingtianjian, he will surely let the other party find out. What should I do then? There is no need to count things that are unclear. We can talk about it when the time comes. He looked at the river that lay in front of him and wondered if he should take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the new year?
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In the depths of a certain valley, clouds and mists are lingering, dyeing the sky into milky white, like milk.
There are more than a dozen stone pillars in the cloud and mist, and Zhenren Bai is standing on a certain stone pillar with his hand held down, looking into the distance and wondering what he is thinking.
A huge black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if a mountain suddenly appeared there.
Zhongzhou Sect, the mountain monster, the unicorn.
The clouds and mists suddenly stirred, alternating light and dark, naturally forming several lines and vertical lines of text, appearing in front of Real Person Bai.
That is the divine consciousness of a unicorn.
"I sensed that the fairy consciousness left by the ancestors is dissipating. Although the speed is very slow, this is something that shouldn't happen. I am very worried."
Zhenren Bai still looked into the distance, and said: "Bao Lao Lin said very clearly, he studied Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple, maybe he really has the possibility of success."
If anyone can see the picture here clearly from high above, they know that she is looking at the southeast direction.
Guocheng Temple is over there.
Qilin’s divine consciousness soon showed the words in the clouds again: "I'm going to kill him."
Bai Zhenren said: "The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan is still unclear. Don't take risks."
A text appeared in the fog: "Do those little monks dare to attack me?"
Real White said: "You are the ancestor of my sent Zhenshan. You must not leave according to the rules of the door, unless you give up your body."
Yunmu was quiet for a while, and after a while, a line of text appeared again.
"It's enough to kill these little guys."
"No need, because I don't believe that he can refine immortal urns, even if... he is really the reincarnation of Jingyang."
Madam Bai said indifferently: "His realm is too low now."
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Since winter is here, spring will naturally follow.
Accompanied by a cold spring rain, the trees in the Guocheng Temple began to sprout new shoots.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lead a peaceful life in the quiet garden. Liu Shisui has more time to manage the vegetable garden, and naturally he has not forgotten to ask Jing Jiu about his kendo knowledge every day.
Every few days, Zhao Layue will go to the lecture hall to listen to the master's interpretation, and the white cat will often walk over, lying on the windowsill while basking in the sun and listening to the scriptures.
The monks are used to seeing this white cat. They don’t think differently, and occasionally tease him. They often make Zhao Layue very nervous, for fear that it will suddenly become aggressive, which will seriously affect the Qingshan School and Guocheng Temple. Relationship.
Now Jing Jiu rarely goes to lecture halls, and spends most of his time lying on a bamboo chair, doing his own practice accompanied by the spring breeze and the spring rain. The feeling of 箓 is more profound.
One afternoon, he opened his eyes and saw the green eyes outside the wall, only to realize that the spring is deep, and he glanced at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.
The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived. Anyway, no one has lived longer than the old guys like Yuangui and Qilin. The occurrence of spring has long been insulated from it, but the spring sleepiness is still on schedule. , Which shows that desire is not the most important thing in life, it is lying down.
It hasn’t rained in the past few days. The futon in front of the tower was very dry. Liu Shisui spread some carefully selected grass for it, sleeping very comfortably, making it sometimes even forget the girl’s. knee.
It opened its eyes and woke up, looked at the sky blankly, and suddenly remembered that in the early spring of last year, there seemed to be a few pieces of paper on this futon.
The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring mood, the same futon, just a few pieces of paper.
It stood up subconsciously, walked outside the Jingyuan, smelling the smell floating in the sky, and walked through ponds and dense forests, small bridges and disciples' courtyard.
The voices of the surrounding people gradually rose, and it gently jumped onto the top of the wall, followed the eaves corner shadow wall to the middle section of Guocheng Temple, and then jumped into that piece of Tallinn.
There is a quiet Zen room in front of me. There is no one on the stone steps, and there is no one in the room. It is quiet like a tomb.
The white cat walked to the stone steps, lay down in a circle, closed his eyes and started to sleep.
He slept until the sunset was full of clouds, and then he woke up and wondered what happened to him?
went back to Jingyuan, and it went back to sleep in front of the small stone tower, but could not close its eyes.
He was so troubled by an inexplicable emotion that he didn't notice, Jing Jiu was looking at him quietly.
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Baishan Zen Room has already been sent to Shikong.
In the kitchen room of the former temple, there is missing a pyrotechnician who rarely appears anyway. As for the guy who has never appeared before, he is quickly forgotten, but there are more in the most heavily guarded Abode of Law Hall. Two monks, young and old. These two monks are naturally the ancestors of Yin San and Xuan Yin.
Yinsan's hair is more delicate and even cute after shaving, but the ancestor's hair is even more awkward after shaving, especially the red nose is more conspicuous, and it becomes bored to look at it.
The ancestor rubbed his nose and walked to Yin San and looked behind him.
It was obvious to him that since knowing that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple, Yin San had more time to meditate, but no one knew what he was thinking.
The ancestor noticed that there was a slight protrusion on the back of Yinsan's neck, and it was slowly changing its position.
Then he smelled a very faint smell, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The taste is very light, not smelly, but it smells very uncomfortable, and it smells like rotten leaves, and it looks like old wood that has been placed for many years.
The ancestor knew that this body could not last for a few years, and he didn’t know if a real person could find a way to perfectly unite the soul and the body within ten years.
They have stayed in Guocheng Temple for many years for this purpose.
The ancestor's eyes fell in front of Yin San, and there was a piece of paper on the ground in front of the futon with a few jargons written on it.
Those words were written by Jing Jiu.
The ancestors don’t understand. If you can’t believe what a real person said, why put this piece of 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 power of heaven and earth is in full swing, and the quiet garden is dark, and only Zhao Layue's eyes can be seen.
She looked at Jing Jiu intently.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes, released the sword intent, reached out and dipped the sword in ink, and wrote a scripture.
This time, instead of putting his left hand directly into the scripture, he pondered for a moment, and picked a few words from the scripture and stretched out his hand.
slapped, fists intersected.
His left hand brightened for a moment, and then returned to normal. In a moment, birth and death had already cycled.
Jing Jiu closed his eyes again, and it took a long time before he opened them again, and said to Zhao Layue, who had come before him when he didn’t know when, "It’s okay."
Zhao Layue bowed down to him.
Jing Jiu said, "There is still no red envelope."
Zhao Layue smiled slightly, and then said seriously: "I can break through."
Jing Jiu looked at her quietly, and said, "I think it’s steady, and wait a few more years."
Zhao Layue is a little puzzled.
Her first realm in the wild has been completely stabilized, and her Dao Heart and Sword Intent have reached the fullest peak state. Why should we wait?
Jing Jiu didn't explain. She was a little dissatisfied, so she didn't sit there this time.
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Under the Yuntai tree, there are still those simple fruit plates, only half a scent of wine in the cup, not even the leftovers.
Bai Zao walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the scattered clouds, thinking that since only the brothers like to eat grilled fish, I will not make it for you in the future.
Brother Tong Yan has been in retreat for two years, what kind of Taoism is he practicing? Jing Jiu, where are you doing what?
In the spring, she finally wrote a letter to Qingshan, and then received a reply from Gu Qing. Gu Qing was vague in the letter, obviously hiding something.
She turned around and looked at the fruit plates and wine glasses on the table, thinking about these things, feeling so boring.
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Tong Yan is still digging holes in the ground.
There is nothing else.
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Clouds and mists are lingering, the figure of a unicorn is looming, and the divine consciousness fluctuates, forming words and appearing.
"I feel that he has refined a little more. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, your idea will not be realized, but it will bring him supreme benefits."
Madam Bai stood on a stone pillar facing the wind, looked at the direction of Guocheng Temple and was silent for a while, and said: "I said, according to the door rules, you can't leave Zhongzhou."
A unicorn appeared in the clouds and mist: "I can walk in the form of an incarnation."
True Man Bai said calmly: "Suppress you in the realm, the magical power is less than one percent of the body."
A line of text soon appeared in the clouds.
"But it's enough to kill him! And although my supernatural powers are suppressed, but the divine body is immortal, no one can hurt me!"
Madam Bai retracted his gaze and said, "No."
"Canglong died because of him, I must kill him! Since your idea has been frustrated, you should act according to my method now! I will not let him have the possibility of refining the immortal urn in half, otherwise, if you let him He gets those fairy qi, it will become a big disaster in the future!"
The unicorn is very angry.
The clouds and mists deep in the valley are rolling and restless.
The words that appear, the pen and pen are as sharp as a knife, and they are full of strong killing intent.
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Time passes faster than a poet's pen~IndoMTL.com~ Before you lament the dead, what should pass is gone.
In a blink of an eye, it has been five years since Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue came to Guocheng Temple.
In recent times, Jing Jiu has become more and more silent, his face is getting paler, but his eyes are getting brighter, and there is a hint of gold in the depths of his eyes, adding a bit of magic to that beautiful face smell.
A few more days will be another New Year.
Jing Jiu would write the last scripture that night, trying to completely refine the immortal urn.
If successful, the infinite fairy qi in the eternal immortal urn will belong to him.
If he fails, he will be backlashed by the immortal consciousness, and he may become a puppet of the Zhongzhou faction at any time.
Zhao Layue never understood, Jing Jiu disagreed with her breaking through, but she kept accelerating the speed of refining the immortal consciousness, even at the expense of a large amount of sword essence and soul.
What is he in a hurry?
This New Year also has a special meaning for Guocheng Temple.
Duke Deer will come to pay his vows on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor God.
This is something that happens every year, but this year’s scale and level are much more grand.
Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on, until he heard the sigh of the great monk, he remembered that he had been in the small stone pagoda for three hundred years.
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