The Path Toward Heaven

Jiu Jingjiu just returned to Guocheng Temple and saw a young monk who was familiar with him. However, compared to that year, the monk's face was darker and the wind and frost was heavier.

年轻 The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and was so surprised that he cried out, and then clenched his mouth tightly subconsciously, afraid to speak.

Kusui Nine has always been indifferent to others, but I don't know why I am somewhat happy to see this young monk. Maybe this is fate, and smiled and said, "I've met again."

The young monk was very excited to see him take the initiative to say hello to himself, nodded desperately, and had not forgotten one-handedness, which was funny.

I looked at him like this, Jing Jiu asked a little unexpectedly: "Still still meditating?"

The young monk woke up and then woke up, put down his hands, and said shamefully, "I'm used to it."

Kusui Jiu asked, "Where is your master?"

The young monk said, "Master went to Xueyuan with Uncle Haidu."

Kusui Jiuxin wants Zenzi to go there, and now even the chief of the church is going to reinforce him, and he wants to come to the snow country, and there is no movement, and the movement is not small.

But he didn't ask anything, he wouldn't go north anyway.

The young monk wanted something to say to him, listening to the call from outside the temple, and quickly said, "There is an epidemic out there in Yu County. I have to go first."

As soon as Xun took a few steps, he stopped again and asked, "How many days will you stay in the temple?"

"It's been a long time."

The young monk was very happy, saluted to Zhao Layue with a smirk, and hurried out of the temple gate.

"Do you know him, son?"

Tamarix was ten years old and wondered why Jing Jiu knew the ordinary medical monk in the temple.

Zhao Layue said next: "When we first left Qingshan for a tour, we met this monk and his master in Chaonan City. They were both good."

Tamarix remembered when he was ten years old. At that time, he was preparing to betray the mountain gate, and pretend to be stupid in the stone room of Tianguangfeng, and could not help smiling.

He is a thing of the past. After seven years of studying in Guocheng Temple, he no longer cares, including the former teacher Bai Rujing.

I walked through the palaces and returned to the deepest courtyard of Guocheng Temple.

Tamarix was a bit surprised at the age of ten and asked, "Do you live in Jingyuan?"

Zhao Zhaoyue asked: "This is Jingyuan? Do you know here?"

"In the past few years, he and his father-in-law vowed for him, and those officials lived outside Jingyuan, and I came to deliver the food."

Tamarix was ten years old and pointed to a place outside Jingyuan. There were more than ten buildings in the mountains and forests.

I walked into Jingyuan, and the monk was sweeping the leaves again. It seemed that he was not going to keep the small stone tower in front of it absolutely clean.

At the age of ten, Tamarix greeted the monk, looked around curiously, and finally fell on the little stone tower, asking, "My son, is this?"

腊 Zhao Layue said, "This is the spiritual bone tower of the former **** emperor."

Tamarix was shocked and speechless at the age of ten, and then spoke after half a while: "It turned out that the legend is actually true, His Majesty the Emperor is really a fake death, and here he practices Buddha ...

腊 Zhao Layue ignored him and looked at the three rain corridors in the courtyard to determine where the light was better and left to Jingjiu.

"I don't know what the Emperor Shenzhuang's name is here. In the end, it's a tower, really ..."

Tamarix walked to the stone pagoda at the age of ten, feeling extremely emotional, and then saw the white cat sleeping in front of the pagoda with a faint expression.

"What is this cat ... what? Guard? O Lord Bai Gui?"

He hurriedly bowed, saluting solemnly, dare not be sloppy.

From the time Liu Liu entered the Jingyuan when she was ten years old, her voice never stopped, like countless leaves falling from the branches, floating in the air.

The monk 觉得 sighed that Qingshan disciple was very interesting and troublesome.

When Tamarix was ten years old, Zhao Layue took the initiative to answer the conversation. Even so, Jing Jiu could not stand it.

"I always forgot to ask, I asked Zenzi to teach you closed meditation, why do you still talk so much now?"

At the age of ten, Tamariu said blankly, "I don't know. Zenzi never said that."

Jiu Jingjiu thought that the young monk was really not reliable.

But Zhao Layue was a little worried. Zenzi left Guocheng Temple and went to the north, indicating that there must be something wrong with Snow Country, and he could not help himself.

Jiu Jingjiu doesn't matter. The young monk has deep dharma. Of course, it can help him to refine the fairy. But he is too intelligent. If he meets too many times, he will definitely be recognized. Of course, it was not a big deal to recognize, but it was a bit embarrassing. At the time outside Jingdong Mansion House, he relied on the lotus of Zenzi to avoid Fang Jingtian's intention of killing ...

The "little friend" he couldn't forget until now.

So began his life in Guocheng Temple.

The courtyard in the Jingjing Garden is really quiet. Birds are in the distance. There are no cicadas in the winter. The three rain corridors are each composed of a monk, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu.

In addition to sweeping leaves, the monk monk is sitting on a futon and meditating, but he is too old, and more often he is basking in the sun and snoring.

Zhao Layue sat on a futon with dozens of Buddhist scriptures beside him, carefully reading, and occasionally closed his eyes for a moment to think.

The white cat sometimes lays down in front of the tower, more often on her knees, and occasionally sleeps in the fallen leaves piled up by the monk.

He Jingji did not read the Buddhist scriptures or meditate. He took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

The sky suddenly rained, and the white cat emerged from the fallen leaves, returned to Zhao Layue's side, and lay quietly.

Now in the deep winter season, it is only near the East China Sea in Guocheng Temple. The climate is warm and Zen is hidden in the mountains. It will not snow unless the cold tide reaches north.

At the age of ten, Tamarix ended his inspection and preliminary management of Jingyuan, found the teapot and related things, and began to brew tea by the porch.

Before and after the water in the teapot boils, it will make a purr.

Whether it is in the fallen leaves or on Zhao Layue's lap, the white cat often makes a purring sound.

Master Bai Gui is so cute.

Tamarix was thinking about this at the age of ten, taking a peek at the cat from time to time.

After the tea is cooked, divide it into four bowls and set aside each one.

The sound of rain rained.

The tea fragrance is diluted by Yusi, but it is more fragrant.

At the age of ten, Tamarix sat cross-legged at the corner of Yulang and began to meditate.

At a certain moment when the rain stopped and the twilight shrouded the ancient temple, he opened his eyes and woke up. He cleaned up the tea stove bowls and put them away.

Just like in Nansong Pavilion at that time, the so-called service is these small things.

"My son, I'm gone."

"Ok."

In the twilight, Liu went out of Guocheng Temple at the age of ten and returned to the vegetable garden.

With a creak, the door was pushed open cheerfully, Xiao He said happily, "I thought you weren't coming back."

Tamarix smiled at the age of ten and said, "The guest house in Jingyuan has only one bed and cannot sleep."

Xiao Xiaohe's eyes changed slightly, and she was surprised and said, "Isn't the two immortal masters ... Is it true that Jingjiu Immortal Master and Bai Zao Fairy are a pair?"

"What do you think? My son likes sleeping bamboo chairs."

Tamarix said with a smile when he was ten years old, and then remembered that the bamboo chair was indeed old, and his eyes fell naturally on a corner of the vegetable garden. There were a few clumps of bamboo that he asked Gu Qing to find a way to move from Tianguang Peak. I didn't know whether it was soil and water or some other reason. When I was born in Qingshan, I didn't know that it was not suitable for repairing bamboo chairs.

Uh ...

Uh ...

In the early morning five days later, a bell came faintly. Jing Jiu stood up from a bamboo chair, took Zhao Layue away from Jingyuan, and walked towards the temple.

The Lecture Hall started today with Master Cheng Jia's personal lecture.

Languocheng Temple is very large, the stone towers of the Zen room are everywhere, and Jingjiu walks freely in the meantime, it seems very familiar.

The Lecture Hall is a large hall. At this time, dozens of monks have gathered, dressed in monk clothes representing different generations, sitting on futons without any sound. Looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue who walked into the temple, the monks were a little surprised to know that this is the inner temple. Why did these two donors appear here?

A monk recognized Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue's identity and whispered a few words, so his eyes fell on Master Cheng Jia to see how he decided.

Master Chengchengjia was also a bit surprised. Do you think these two really came to the temple to hear the scriptures?

Dai Qingshan Sect and Zhongzhou faction are both leaders of Zhengdao. Guocheng Temple will give them sufficient respect, but the Lecture Hall has never allowed outsiders to stay here ...

Master Chengchengjia thought about the relationship between Zenzi and God's End Peak, smiled and shook his head to signal that nothing was going on.

Wu Jingyang has a half-teacher friendship with Zenzi, and even today is a little bit or two.

Jiu Jingjiu and Zhao Layue walked into a humble corner.

腊 Zhao Layue had reminded him at Qipanshan at first that this kind of occasion always had to be careful, so he didn't bring a bamboo chair and sat on the futon like the monks.

There is no prelude to the teaching of the Mangguocheng Temple, and it starts when the three sounds of stone run out.

Master Cheng Chengjia's voice was a bit low, like a bell, perfectly rounded.

Today, he is explaining the Seven Tree Scriptures, which are somewhat obscure. There are no undulating sounds echoing in the lecture hall, which is quite effective in helping sleep.

Dozens of monks sitting on the futon listened quietly and looked very seriously on the surface.

Some young monks can't help but secretly nudge their thighs in order to dispel their sleepiness.

腊 Zhao Layue listened very attentively, without a moment of distraction, her eyes became brighter, black and white became more distinct, and she was very spiritual.

Twenty-five hours later, there were three more beasts of Shi Shiming, and the lecture came to an end.

Most monks still sit on futons and continue to comprehend the master's explanations.

Some monks stood up and went under the locust trees outside the lecture hall, or punched, or looked away to restore some spirit.

腊 Zhao Layue watched these pictures with a slight smile, remembering the scene of the Zhongzhou faction asking about the meeting recounted by Gu Qing, thinking that if Zhuo Rusui was here, he would be afraid to enter dreamland in a short time. Then she looked at Jing Jiu next to her and wanted to ask him something, but found that he closed his eyes, breathed for a long time, and was actually asleep.

经 What scripture is this listening to?

Uh ...

Uh ...

Tamarix went to Jingyuan when he was ten years old, and found that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not there. He asked the adult Baigui but the cat ignored it, so he had to disturb the monk and knew that they were listening.

He has already read and interpreted those verses, so there is no need to listen to them again. What should I do today?

回到 He returned to the vegetable garden, chopped a few bamboos, and then returned to Jingyuan again to start repairing the bamboo chair.

The monk 大 went to the courtyard and started sweeping leaves, watching his increasingly skilled movements, thinking with a smile, thinking that these green mountain disciples were really interesting.

"Where will I be transported after the leaves are cleaned every day? Master, these things will be done for me in the future."

At the age of ten, Liu felt the gaze of the monk and repaired the bamboo chair. He said, "Listen to the son that you were the former Taichang Temple Secretary of Chaoge City. You have a monk name, but it ’s just a little missing. interesting."

Da Changseng's expression changed slightly, thinking that this kind of thing is interesting, do not want to ignore this person anymore, continue to deal with fallen leaves with a bamboo broom.

Tamarix looked back at the age of ten, caring and said, "You look a bit old with this broom. I just brought bamboo today. Would you like to make something new for you?"

The great monk 常 is very helpless. I wonder if Jing Jiu wants you to learn closed chanting.

At the age of ten, Tamariu did not need an opponent to speak. He lowered his head and continued to repair the bamboo chair, thinking constantly.

Master Dachang sighed, wrinkled deeper, looking at the little stone tower, thinking that it is so noisy here now, Your Majesty, do you want to move?

Uh ...

Uh ...

A quiet and happy life is always similar, every day is no different from the previous day, except sometimes it ’s light rain and sometimes a breeze.

There is a futon and a bamboo chair under the rain corridor in the quiet garden. Three people and one cat either sit or lie down or lie down, and that's just one day.

Sometimes white cats get tired when they get tired. They are Guocheng Temple after all. There are many taboos, and it won't go too far.

Every five or ten days, there is a master explaining the scriptures in the Lecture Hall. Jing Jiu took Zhao Layue to listen to it. Once, the white cat was really bored and followed, and found it very interesting and serious. It sounded.

The bamboo chair has been repaired. When Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue listened to the scriptures, Liu will stay in the vegetable garden when he was ten years old, and finish all the farm work that he has spent several days. It was only that Dong Han was getting deeper, and there were some signs of recurrence of the qi conflict in his body, and the number of coughs increased significantly. Xiao He was very worried.

In the Zen Hall next to the towering forest of Gogucheng Temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yinsan is also reading the scriptures.

Here it is far from Jingyuan and Lecture Hall, and he is so profound from the negative dharma, he disdains to listen to those younger people's sayings, he has never been there.

After reading the Scriptures, the most common thing that Yin San did was to sit on the stone steps of the Zen Hall and bask in the winter sun.

The oldest thing my grandfather did was stealing meat outside the temple, and his mouth was often filled with oil.

Occasionally Yin San will take out the bone flute and play a silent song.

His grandfather stood behind him, touching his red nose, looking at the distance, thinking about his silent mind.

Xu Yinsan didn't know Jingjiu was here.

Kusui Jiu didn't know that Yin San was here.

In the history of Qingshan Sect, it can even be said that they are the most legendary master brothers in the history of monasticism, so they spend time together in Guocheng Temple without knowing each other.

One day, Yin San looked up outside Tallinn, and suddenly saw his eyes full of green eyes, only to know that spring had arrived.

He smiled slightly, his heart moved slightly, knowing that he would be able to solve physical problems.

Then he remembered Liu ten years old.

One winter has passed and I don't know if the little guy's cough is better.

So he went to the vegetable garden.

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