Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Lanruo Temple.

There is a cluster of orchids outside the monastery. At this time, the season has not arrived and it has not yet opened. Several ants crawled under the flowers and leaves.

The breeze entered the window, and the slow and steady sound of chanting stopped.

Chan Qing looked at him silently, watching Jiang Yinghe's hair tied up, a silver crown and a long hairpin, and the robes on his body were light in color, and there was a breath of extreme alienation from all over his body.

"Jiang Xianjun."

Jiang Yinghe looked back, apologetically apologized, and then said: "Sanskrit sounds can't enter my heart. It's because my heart is not quiet and disturbing the abbot."

"Xianjun is too polite." Chan Qing leaned down, poured him a cup of bitter tea, watched him carefully for a moment, and said, "Do you still remember that the poor monk told the immortal last time that he made a deduction for you? Those few words of Jun."

Jiang Yinghe naturally remembered that he still remembered that the predecessor's attitudes were inconsistent at that time. Now that he thinks about it, he should have known that his apprenticeships are different and unusual since then.

Seeing his gaze, Chan Qing knew what Jiang Yinghe was thinking, and continued to ask: "Since you know everything now, then I will speak up too."

Jiang Yinghe thought that his senior brother had told him to come to Lanruo Temple before, and that the abbot must have something important, so he calmly looked at him.

"The poor monk once said that the three disciples under the seat of the immortal monarch are also the three evil cultivators now...their three spirits are too light."

"What is this?" Jiang Yinghe thought of this, and a strange premonition suddenly rose in his heart, feeling that the next few words of the other party should be very important.

"The great demon ten thousand years ago was born in the heyday of the demon god, and then rose up with peerless talent to suppress the chaos and sleep together." Chanqing turned his gaze to the chessboard, and Bai Zi cut off the qi that was about to be connected in his hand, and continued. "The natural evil spirit and the master of ghost cultivation born three thousand years ago, and the body of the heavenly devil and the blood river demon who appeared one thousand years ago."

The more he said, the more Jiang Yinghe felt his heartstrings tremble, inexplicably urgent.

The abbot of Zen Qing is an old friend of the senior brother, and is also his own predecessor above his age. He knows that these are normal...

"After that day, the poor monk often thinks back about the situation of that day." Zen Qing said, "Such a light soul seems to be incomplete...If it is more serious, the soul and true soul of the three of them merge into one. It happens to be equal to the spirit of the fairy king."

Jiang Yinghe looked at him intently without answering immediately. He couldn't even say a slightly anxious conjecture. He clasped the teacup with one hand, not thinking about it.

Responding to these few words, I suddenly felt that the tea in my palm became boiling hot in an instant.

There was a light rain outside the window, the patter was slight, and the raindrops fell on the orchid leaves, sliding off the leaves and breaking with a click.

Chanqing lowered his head and reminded: "Xianjun, it's your turn."

Jiang Yinghe regained his gaze, held the chess to fall, and then took a sip of Lanruo Temple's tea...This cup is not "more than water", but the bitterness of the tongue is numb.

He put down the cup, put his slender fingers on the wall, and slowly clenched it.

"Abbot..."

Chanqing proclaimed a Buddha's name, took the words he wanted to ask but did not say, and said: "The scene that the poor monk saw that day, it is not good to talk to Xianjun. I can only tell you that the three of them are very good. It may be the three souls of the same person, and can create this kind of soul separation power, except for Dao Ancestor, don't do what he thinks."

Jiang Yinghe also understands this, but he is even more clear that if what the abbot of Chanqing said is true, then the power to divide the soul is only for cultivation.

Maybe he was just... a stele on the way others asked.

Jiang Yinghe took another sip of tea. This time, he couldn't even taste the taste of tea. He felt that the tip of his tongue could not taste at all, as if he was scalded.

But the wall in his hand is still warm.

The warm water flooded his throat.

"On the road to enlightenment, the difficulties and obstacles experienced, and the world's various conditions, more than that." Chan looked at him quietly, "Yesterday the head of Penglai passed on the letter to the poor monks, saying that the immortal friends are trapped by love. But the root of love has been cut, and the heart It's difficult, how can you have such a predicament?"

He watched Jiang Yinghe put down the tea cup and his eyes fell on the chessboard.

"Until now, the poor monk recalled that the so-called being trapped by love is the love of mentoring and apprenticeship."

Zen Qing glanced at the rain outside the window.

"The poor monk wants to persuade you, no matter whether you get back your love roots or kill the chaos smoothly, you are trapped in the three souls of the world-sharing power, and the love and the heavens hang high together..." He said. Suddenly, "When their three souls are one, the so-called deep feeling is just a dream on the way to the road."

The rain gradually became louder, the orchid leaf was beaten down and the whole body was bright and green.

What Senior Zen Qing said was the first reaction of all monks in the world.

My catastrophe, the fantasy of others.

"Among the cultivators, there are not a few gamers on the world. For the cultivator, it has been in the dust for decades. For him, your thousands of years are just a passing moment."

Seeing that he had settled, Chan Qing did not continue, but reminded: "

Jiang Xianjun, the tea is cold. "

"……Ok."

The hand put the cup down, and the finger rested on the edge of the chessboard, next to the chess basket.

Even though Jiang Yinghe looked as usual and didn't say a word, Chanqing could still feel a secret sadness from him.

"The fog is heavy." Jiang Yinghe sighed lightly, stood up, and walked to the wooden window with clear rain. "According to the abbot, even if I find the root of love, I can be happy with the two feelings, I am afraid it will be the same. It's a cloud of smoke, isn't it?"

Chan Qing was silent for a short while, talking to his lips, but when looking at his back, he paused abruptly, and said for a while: "Everything, as long as you wish or not, it is enough."

Jiang Yinghe opened the half-closed window, and the vague and vague rain outside suddenly rang in his ears.

The leaves of that orchid are so bright that even if they are squeezed between the vibrant flowers and leaves, they are still bright and eye-catching.

Jiang Yinghe said, "Thank you, the abbot."

The abbot is willing to say so, he has seen through his mind.

Jiang Yinghe heard the sound of him getting up and leaving, and the sound of his footsteps went away. In the extremely quiet indoor and outdoor, only the sound of rain and wind brushed by his ears, as well as the faint trembling of incense ash in the monastery.

But the more calm, the more Jiang Yinghe was allowed to think and imagine step by step from the inside out, and recall the past little by little.

The atmosphere grew somber and quiet.

Jiang Yinghe looked at the orchid under the window for a while, only to notice a few ants hiding under the rain-drenched leaves.

He also thought that he could protect others and shelter them from the rain.

Jiang Yinghe retracted his gaze and closed the window.

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Jiang Yinghe stayed in Lanruo Temple to meditate for a while.

During this period, he met with the abbot of Zen Qing, as well as many other Buddhist practitioners and other immortal friends who came here temporarily to participate in Zen and discuss the Tao.

But it was just superficial calm.

The Jiuying Demon Lord who has been sweeping the land for half a year in Lanruo Temple sits opposite him and draws his eyebrows, while muttering: "Half a demon pill, I feel so distressed. If it hadn't been for that ancestor to plot against you, we would have long since Under his leadership, the realm of comprehension has been unified."

Jiang Yinghe was amused. He sat beside and turned the pages of the book, saying: "The demon king was very fierce that day. If there is no long night to act in it, you and I will inevitably have to fight."

"Hi..." Jiuying made a mistake again, and dropped the Daishi, complaining deeply, "If you didn't want to fight with me, how could the Venerable treat me like that."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him faintly: "If you hadn't had this chance, you wouldn't have swept the coveted Buddha.

Although the enmity is resolved and the status is different, here are all monks. "

"What does it matter if the monk is not a monk? This monarch is here, and he is also a monk." Jiuying is covered in demon patterns, although she wears monk clothes, she is full of demon spirit, and there is a crack in her eyebrows. Even if she describes it as handsome, she looks at it. It is reckless and unreasonable.

After spending half a year in Lanruo Temple, this fellow was attracted by a Buddhist cultivator and insisted on seeking marriage. He delved into these daishi rouge, but he mistakenly thought that the aesthetics of the human race was the aesthetics of the monks.

Jiang Yinghe persuaded a few words, but it was completely invalid. This demon almost lived in his own world.

He turned a page of the book and happened to see the Yaozu related, and asked: "If the monk misunderstands the Yin-Yang fruit and wears the outer pill to reconcile the Yin-Yang, then afterwards slowly regulates the body and dissolves the spiritual things, can it be restored to the original?"

Jiu Ying held her face and thought for a while, her hair tying around her shoulders indiscriminately, and asked, "Wearing the outer pill? Naturally, it can be restored. But that should be the pure Yang monster clan... The monster cultivator lost the inner pill. The realm has fallen, and the severe ones have returned to the prototype, and some have fallen. Where did the stupid monsters make people cut the inner alchemy..."

When he said this, he seemed to remember that he was one of them. He leaned forward with a shy face, smelled it under Jiang Yinghe's sleeve, and said, "Xianjun——"

Jiang Yinghe's back was cold, he drew up his sleeves, and said, "I have something to say."

Jiuying looked up at him, wondering if he had cultivated his temperament in the clean place of Buddhism, or the original habit of the demon race. When showing weakness, there is always a sense of awkwardness that some wild beasts have turned into domestic cats.

"The abbot gave the other half of my demon pill to Xianjun, if Xianjun is useless, how about returning it to Jiuying?"

Jiang Yinghe felt nauseous when he heard it. He didn't know why the long night was so cute and sweet, how could it be unbearable for the other party to change it.

He moved aside and said, "I have talked with the abbot about this, and the abbot said that you are not right in your mind. When you truly take refuge, you can return it to you."

The big demon on the side was immediately discouraged, and sat back to the original place with a sad expression. He was quiet for a moment, and then said: "Forget it, not only is my feelings upset, but the Venerable is also upset. I don't know why the demon is up. It is really curious to like a monk on the righteous path. A character like Tianyi Demon Lord, who dares to rebel and rebel when the demon **** is in the middle of the sky, fights **** battles in my clan... Such a man of arrogance and strength... "

"Cough." Jiang Yinghe was choked by the tea, and the impression in his mind couldn't overlap with the six words "brilliant and powerful" for a long time. He stroked his chest and said, "

You continue. "

Jiuying nodded and said, "Slowly drink, don’t you know, yesterday’s Sanqing sent me a letter, saying that Yaozu is everywhere writing letters showing affection for the Venerable, teaching him how to pursue a righteous way. Monk, seek forgiveness. The monster clan hasn't fought for a long time, and all of its strength has been used to recover the wife of the venerable."

Jiang Yinghe continued to read the book, seemingly distracted, and gave a perfunctory "um".

"Even if I'm in a Buddhist temple, it's hard to escape the fate of being manipulated." Jiuying sighed for a moment, but within half a year, it had evolved from that hostile and hostile evil demon into the nasty critic in front of him. He took out his sleeve for a while and took out a small note, "Look... OK, what's so good about this book? The abbot said that you are here to relax, so you should take a good rest. You can't just read the book. Look."

Jiang Yinghe was so troubled by him that he had to put down the booklet and said, "You also know that I came here to meditate because I had a premonition that the catastrophe was approaching, so why didn't you let me be quiet."

Although his words are cold, his temperament is always calm. Jiuying has gradually come out, thinking about the half of the demon pill in Jiang Yinghe's hand, and naturally wants to get closer to him.

Jiang Yinghe took the small piece of paper and slowly unfolded it. Seeing many immature suggestions written in the clumsy handwriting on it, it was Jiuying that he had dealt with the scene and was perfunctory.

He swept his gaze down and saw Long Ye's writing at the end of the note:

"I was wrong and I won't do it again. Can I come to you?"

There was a cat's paw print beside the words.

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes in amazement and looked at Jiuying's face. He couldn't see anything unusual in his expression, and he knew that this was a suggestion brought by this silly demon through the long night... The little apprentice has always been like this. Eighteen bends bluffed people for a while.

After reading the content, Jiang Yinghe returned it to Jiuying, commenting indifferently: "Clumsy."

Jiuying's eyes rounded: "How can you say that I have a clumsy method? No, you have to compensate me with the other half of the demon pill..."

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked on his head by a book by Jiang Yinghe, and his words were extremely cold.

"I'm talking about your master." He said, "The methods are clumsy."

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Yinghe could obviously feel that a certain cat about to move was hit, and the restlessness settled down.

He has been meditating here for a long time, and the three of them have endured to the limit. Jiang Yinghe knew in his heart, he knew that the long night came first.

There was silence all around.

Jiuying hasn't recalled yet

When he came, he heard a soft knock on the door outside the meditation room, and the voice of a little novice rang clearly.

"Monster, the abbot asked you to sweep the backyard."

Jiu Ying stood up and stretched his muscles and bones habitually, and said to Jiang Yinghe: "Look, Lan Ruo Temple can't do without me, you have to find me when you sweep the ground, or the monks with deep knowledge are squeamish..."

Jiang Yinghe: "...Go ahead."

He reasonably suspected that this naive great demon had suffocated his brain in the temple, but now that there is no hostility and people are a little stupid, it is a good thing.

Just after Jiuying left, the little novice monk tiptoed in and saw Jiang Yinghe looking over, then ran a few steps and threw himself in his arms, his tone soft and sweet: "Jiang Xianjun!"

The little monk is only four or five years old, his voice is high, his words are not very clear, and he sounds sticky to his teeth, and he is more obedient than he looked at when he was a child.

"I'm here." The little novice monk said with his eyes bent, "Jiang Xianjun teach me immortal methods! Master doesn't teach me, so I exercise my body and carry water every day, but don't let me eat sugar!"

He has been assigned to take care of the immortal monarch these few days. Although it is to take care of him, it is only the next generation of Lanruo Temple to meet with the elders of Daomen.

However, the young novice really thought that he was "taking care of" him, and he also established a profound revolutionary friendship with Jiang Yinghe.

"Does Xianjun still have any sugar? Kong Jing really wants to eat it!"

The little novice monk had round faces and round eyes. There are still some food in Jiang Yinghe's storage artifact, which he used to raise cats before.

He took out some sweet pastries and told the little monk a few words. He didn't expect that on the roof of the monastery, the abandoned cat was so angry that his whole body was blown up.

The little white cat almost cried because of her grievance. He slapped his paws anxiously on the roof, wanted to keep watching, but was too jealous to watch.

Uh...

That is obviously mine...

He bit his tail and choked out from his throat.

The sweet pastries are mine, and the master is mine...how can...how others can eat...

The claws in his mat had long been worn out, and it took a long time before he dared to come over. The sharp hooks inside were all worn off because of his own anger.

The white cat licked the blood from the claws to make a clean and well-behaved kitten, but his master said that he was "clumsy" and didn't want to see him, so he let other kids the cakes he prepared for him. eat.

The cat's ears drooped down and sobbed softly on the roof.

I'm waiting for you... Ye'er will never lie to you again...

Why don't you touch me...

The author has something to say: The majestic and arrogant demon master, cry a little louder, he can't hear him.