The Path Toward Heaven

The night when the prospect of Yang Reality and Fake Dongfu opened for many years, Zenzi saw Jing Jiu for the first time, and then protected this "junior" with a lotus.

During the May meeting, Jing Jiu wrote down a few blood plums in Dao Zhan, which once again caught his attention.

In Guocheng Temple a few years ago, the unicorn came in, and the real people of Taiping and Xuanyin ancestors shot violently, but they all fled. Yu Liu Ci and God Emperor were shot, but Jing Jiu was the key figure.

The battle of the West Sea, a sword of light across the world, after the spring rain, this young "junior" became the head of Qingshan.

Everything can't help thinking.

Zenzi had long doubted Jing Jiu's true identity, but he did not write to ask because he felt his suspicion was ridiculous.

Just like Nan Wang, like winter.

The more familiar and close people from previous lives and Jingyang, the less able to believe it.

Even if the people on the Chaotian continent are dead, the Zhuohe River is cut off, the snow peak at the extreme north collapses, and the large vortex disappears, how could Jingyang be defeated?

So Zenzi accepted the rumor, or forcibly convinced himself with that rumor.

Jing Jiu was the bloodline left by Jingyang. He got his real mantle and treasures left, so the speed of practice to break through the world 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 about Zen is profound, and what the Tao does not move without thought, after all, you have to look at the East China Sea to calm your mind.

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

Zenzi's sight passed through those white mists and landed on Jing Jiu's face. His voice was as quiet as his eyes, but full of puzzlement: "What the **** is going on?"

Jing Jiu took up the cup of tea and took a sip. The mist covered the face like a cloud of water, and his voice was vague and uncertain: "Some things are not finished."

Zenzi's fingers gently tapped on the table, and the rhythmic sound blew the mist on the tea cup and Jing Jiu's face and said, "What's the matter?"

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

Listening to this statement is a bit inexplicable, Zenzi can understand.

He took a deep look at Jing Jiuyi, thinking ... he still likes to dress so much?

"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 also said what to do."

"What about others?"

"Should be at sea, King Penglai Baobao was robbed of a good ship. He is very weak now, and the sense of the world will give him a little peace of mind."

Jing Jiu said, "He took the dragon marrow and the lotus of the wind gallery. What do you think he wants to do?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to describe what comes to mind in such simple sentences, but Zenzi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Reincarnation?"

He understands the situation of Taiping real people, so only one word of lotus can be used to associate the other party's thoughts.

Jing Jiu said: "I don't know about this."

That's why he came to Guocheng Temple so long in advance.

Zenzi 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 Shui Yuezhen. I don't think Taiping would choose this."

Jing Jiu agreed with him because Zenzi was the only person who was truly reborn and reborn.

But Zenzi is no longer the old monk of Guocheng Temple who died under Taiping.

Cause and effect are still there, nothing has happened before.

"Dong Yidao has a deeper research on the reincarnation of the lotus. I will take some books to show you later."

Zenzi turned to ask, "I saw that formation method back then. There were no problems. Why did it happen?"

At the end of that year, he discussed with Jingyang for 100 days and saw three paths.

After one winter walk, Jing Jiu was forced to choose the other one, and the two roads were naturally the cause and effect of the soaring avenue.

If something is not done, it means that the dust is not over, and there is a problem with the disappearance of smoke.

Jing Jiu waved his sleeves, dozens of bronze mirrors appeared in the air, and the scenery in the zen room was taken in, then gradually deepened.

Zenzi has studied the smoke and clouds, and knows that it is split mirror, but at this time, what you think about is where you got so many good mirrors?

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and called for Qingxin Bell from the window.

The bell rang, and it reciprocated between dozens of copper mirrors.

Zenzi took out a thin wooden stick, drew his ears, and said, "Mirror Zong, Suzuran Zong ... It looks like you are really different from before."

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The restoration of the Jingyuan Garden is the same as before. The stone tower is in the same position, and the three rain corridors are no different from before.

Zhao Layue listened to the scriptures here for several years, and after several new years, he was satisfied with it, and sat down in a familiar position.

Ada also went to its second familiar position—on the futon in front of the stone tower, but unfortunately it is summer, and the leaves swept by the monk are not dry enough, lying down is not very comfortable, and the sun is a bit strong, so I have n’t For a long time, it stood up and ducked back under the rain corridor, lying on its most familiar position.

With the chiming, the bell flew away from its neck.

He glanced back, his eyes resentful.

Zhao Layue scratched his neck, long before the restraint and nervousness when he first held it at Bihu Peak.

Zhuo Rusui took Gu Qing to the small stone tower and introduced, "This is the spirit bone tower of His Majesty the Emperor."

Gu Qing heard the words calmly, and saluted seriously, and made a fan worship.

"I know this tower very well." Zhuoru was a little emotional, and touched the tower body to express his gratitude.

At the beginning of the fierce battle in Guocheng Temple, all the shots were Xuanyin ancestors and Kirin incarnations. He was just the eyes of Master Liu Ci, the lowest level, if it was not holding this stone tower, it would have been windy. Blow away.

The two spoke, and dozens of monks walked into the quiet garden holding the book and headed for the zen room behind the garden.

Looking at this scene, Gu Qing remembered the picture on Tian Shiyue Peak a few days ago, while Zhao Layue thought of the picture in Jing Zong, thinking that it really worked with the book?

Zhuo Rusui said with some uncertainty: "Uncle Master, is this to talk to Zenzi? Can he do it?"

When it comes to such things as spiritual practice, he now has to serve Jingu Jiu, but when it comes to learning ... Zenzi is a man of great wisdom who can sit and talk with Master and Uncle Jingyang. Several people in the world can realize his wonderful thoughts. ?

Gu Qing smiled and said, "In the Chaoge City at the beginning, the master Qiu Xiaozhai never said."

Zhuo Rusui thought that it was hard work, what does it have to do with learning?

In the Zen room they couldn't see, Jing Jiu and Zenzi didn't sit and talk, but read books, but their reading methods were completely different from ordinary people.

Nearly a thousand Buddhist sutras and related books were dragged into the air by an invisible force, floated around them, and then fell into those mirrors.

Those classics began to open by themselves, faster and faster, and brought a breeze.

Jing Jiu and Zenzi closed their eyes and did not know what they were thinking.

Those gentle breeze 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. He touched Ada, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

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

Those leaves that were still full of green were pushed by the wind and gradually surrounded the futon.

Zhuo Rusui sat under the porch, shaking his two legs, gradually becoming one with the rhythm of the wind.

He felt that the breeze was strange and strange, coming from all directions, omnipresent, some brushed their eyelashes, some gently blowing the ears, some drilled down the sleeves, the angle was extremely tricky.

In such countless cool breeze, it is difficult to not sleep.

He thought about these things, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slid down, and went to sleep like that.

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At dusk, Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes and woke up.

Xi Zhao Stone Pagoda is quiet, he is a little bit embarrassed, I don't know if it is still today, or it has been for several days.

Zhao Layue touched the cat under the rain porch over there, wondering 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 wind screamed, and the leaves in the garden rolled up and danced.

In the zen room, countless books have fallen to the ground, either opened or closed.

Looking at it is like a large or small wave of peanuts on the surface of the sea, and it is like hiding the unresolved residual snow on the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zenzi opened his eyes and said, "I see faster than you. "

Jing Jiu said nothing, picked up a copy of Dongsheng Tao's Lotus Sutra from the floor, and continued to look up.

Zenzi said, "You are so weak now. What should you do when Bai Zhenren blasts you to death in autumn?"

Jing Jiu continued to read, without raising his head, saying, "This is Guocheng Temple."

The meaning of this statement is very clear.

You know who I am now, and can you watch me?

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Zhuo Rusui was directly taken off by the wind, landed on the ground, and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

He looked back at Jingyuan, and under the light of the setting sun, the green leaves seemed to form a ball of green and red intersects, looking extremely spectacular.

"Is this the magical power of Zen?"

Zhuo Rusui walked back to Jingyuan with shocking emotion.

Zenzi did not launch an attack, it should only be an overflow of divine thoughts, and he has such a powerful power.

He found that Zhao Layue was still sitting in the previous place with the white cat in his arms. He thought that it would be good for the guarding adult to support his waist, and he would not be as embarrassed as himself.

Immediately afterwards, he found that Gu Qing was still sitting in the same place. He couldn't help but be annoyed, thinking that if he still held the stone tower, how could he be blown out?

The green leaves fell and sprinkled on Gu Qing's body, as if to bury him in it.

Zhuo Rusui was about to laugh, and suddenly his expression was faint, and he said, "Is it going to break?"

After hearing his words, Zhao Layue looked at Gu Qing, who was covered with leaves, and found that his breath was undergoing a marked change.

(End of this chapter)

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