The Path Toward Heaven

The ancestor of Xu Xuanyin recently had some problems. His nose became redder, his hair became thinner and thinner, and the time for silence became longer and longer. The pig's hoof with pickled perilla leaves could not make him smile.

他 In his opinion, no matter what deep meaning or conspiracy is hidden in the real person's letter, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu guesses who he is, then he must start.

Killing the three Zhao Jingliu, Qingshan's young generation's peak combat power will be damaged by half, which will be of great benefit to the future recovery of evil ways, but what should we do now?

After dozens of days passed, the spring was getting deeper, Baita was often wet by rain, the pine forest became greener, Yinsan went to the vegetable garden again, and Liu was 10 years old.

Tamarix returned the wrinkled pieces of paper to him at the age of ten, and some embarrassed to say, "The son said ... some take it for granted, it's useless."

She Yinsan was not angry, smiling and said, "Is it? It seems that he also has some research on the Dharma, then I wonder if you can help me solve some problems?"

After speaking, he took another piece of paper out of his sleeve and passed it.

Hunchun's meaning was deep, and the summer heat was coming. The cicadas had already started in Guocheng Temple, and Jingyuan Garden was no longer as quiet as before.

The white cat raised his head under the eaves and glanced out of the garden, thinking that they were also cicadas. How could the disparity between these nasty little guys and Han Cang be so big?

After reading the paper that Liu was ten years old, Kusui Jiu lost his thoughts, and then felt that Cicada was a little upset. He waved his sleeves, a breeze passed through the hall, and he entered the forest and flourished. After a while, Cicada cried.

Tamarix said at the age of ten, "What shall I return?"

"I want to think about it," Kusui said.

I need him to think for a long time before answering. I can imagine that the questions on the paper are not ordinary questions.

Those who can raise such a degree are naturally not ordinary people.

Zhao Zhaoyue asked: "That person is of a high standard?"

Kusui Jiu said.

Zhao Zhaoyue said, "Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan when you were ten?"

Kusui Jiu said, "Monks have always had a lot of quirks. Just like Zenzi likes playing with mud and wooden sticks, the abbot of Guocheng Temple rarely comes out to see people, and he likes to copy Buddhist scriptures."

He Zhao Layue said: "Since the man knows about Xianyu, he must be very senior in Guocheng Temple, maybe he is the abbot."

Kusui Jiu was silent for a while and said, "No, he might have been abbot."

He wrote the reply the next day. When Liu was 10 years old and handed over to Yin San, it was already late summer.

After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen Room and looked at the stars all night, and his ancestor sat next to him, shaking a fan of the night.

He has confirmed that Jing Jiu vaguely guessed the problem of smoke disappearing, can he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?

Xu Yinsan was silent for a long time, and finally did not reply to the letter and did not go to the vegetable garden again.

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Zongguocheng Temple is full of sounds, there are constant fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden, and Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable. It is believed that in two years, he can enter the middle of the wilderness and set another record of the Qingshan Sect.

The vitality of Tamarix's ten-year-old body has also been calmed down, and it seems that there should not be too much danger in a short time.

Kusui Jiu slept well with the white cat.

Time passed and it was another winter.

In the severe cold this year, the cold wind from the snowy field whistled south. Even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected. Several heavy snowfalls fell. The Snow Zhongshan Temple was particularly beautiful, which attracted many scribes to appreciate the snow and chant. Poetry and painting.

The monk 常 is still obsessed with sweeping the ground, and will not allow the fallen leaves to accumulate, nor will the snow accumulate. The Jingyuan Garden is cleaned.

Kusui Jiu felt a little boring, and took everyone into the house from under the porch.

There was a crackling sound of silver and charcoal in the stove, and the water in the teapot kept snoring. Liu Shizuo and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, closed their eyes to adjust their practice, he hugged the cat on a bamboo chair in front of the window. , Looking at the snow-white landscape outside.

Landscape is confined to a small window, but has a more profound meaning, because observers tend to be more focused.

His eyes fell on his left hand, and he felt as if there was an endless stream of immortals and the immortal knowledge that could not be wiped out.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers faintly from the distance outside the temple, and then never cut off.

腊 Zhao Layue asked curiously, "Is this a villager driving a mountain beast?"

Jing Jiu was very speechless, saying: "Deep winter snow, no food in the fields, beasts or hibernation, or southward migration, what to do when going down the mountain? This continuous firecracker is obviously a major event, who may be dead. "

腊 Zhao Layue was taught and said, "So it is."

其实 "Actually ..."

Tamarix's ten-year-old look back and forth on their faces, a little embarrassed to say, "It's because the New Year is today."

Kusui Jiu was silent for a while and said, "The New Year is quite lively."

腊 Zhao Layue turned her head and didn't want to answer.

Tamarix took the opportunity to say at the age of ten: "Xiao He cooked a lot of dishes."

Jiu Jingjiu and Zhao Layue rejected the proposal to go to the vegetable garden for New Year's Eve dinner. Now they are becoming more and more unconcerned about these things and naturally not interested.

The firecrackers kept ringing, although they were far apart, they could still reach their ears.

I don't know for some reason, Jing Jiu did not choose to block the six consciousness, although this is something he is very good at.

Until the night was extremely deep, the sound of firecrackers completely stopped, and the night sky illuminated by the fire turned back to quiet black.

The great monk has fallen asleep, and there is no sound or light in Jingyuan.

Sakurai opened his eyes.

At this time, the old and the new two intersect.

Wuxianqi comes from outside this heaven and earth, under the suppression of the heaven and earth, it is the weakest time.

A sword intention emerged from Jing Jiu's body, covering the entire quiet room.

伸出 He stretched out his right hand, dipping his sword, and wrote a verse in the air.

Then he grabbed his fisted left hand, reached into that verse, and slowly closed his eyes.

No vision occurred, such as mud cows entering the sea, and spring night.

I don't know how long it took, he opened his eyes again, looked at his left hand, his eyes showed a satisfied expression.

"how about it?"

Zhao Layue's voice sounded.

Kusui Jiu turned his head and said, "Yicheng."

In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes brightened, black and white, and very beautiful.

For more than a year, refining 10% of the fairy consciousness seems to be slow, but in fact it is already fast.

If you change to another monk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yijiu realm, it is impossible to refine the existence of this level of immortality.

She admired the emotion in her heart.

She 叩 worshipped.

This is her first gift to disciples of Jing Jiuxing.

"You are also happy new year."

"There is no red envelope."

He has no concept of New Year's events, but he doesn't really understand it.

I was like asking why Zhao Layue worshiped herself.

No need for dialogue, no explanation, no matter how deep the night is, eyes look at each other to know what each other means.

Zhao Layue sat next to him, snuggled up in his arms, and seemed very attached.

The appearance of such a little daughter's house has never been seen on her.

The aristocratic lady in the Song Dynasty City of Chao Dynasty has never seen it, and her colleagues in Qingshan have never seen it, even if her parents have never seen it, only Jing Jiu.

She will only let Jing Jiu see.

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(The immortals are not new years, nor birthdays, but let ’s write a little less to celebrate ... I wish everyone good health and good luck.)

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