The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Bodhi, the symbol of wisdom and enlightenment of the Buddha, the Buddha in the old days preached under the bodhi tree.

"Well, wearing bodhi seeds can also help you understand the world, so that you can understand yourself and find a way initially, but this kind of thing can be unreliable, after all, you still have to look at yourself." Jiang Yan nodded slightly, as usual Remind Munch.

Meng Qi pulled out a smile and said, "Rest assured, I won't put the cart before the horse."

He mainly relied on Bodhizi to "recognize" the coming of God's palm, and to gain from it. In other aspects, there can be good nature, but it can't be any harm. The road comes out step by step by himself.

Regarding his choice, Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu both understood it. Knowing that, like Zhao Heng, the cultivation of the flesh during the opening period was almost at its limit. At present, it is more the ascension of the spirit and the soul.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone can see that his goal is to get out of the way before the next mission.

Meng Qi turned around and took out the bodhizi that he had long liked but had no spare money to exchange.

It is blue and green, full of spirituality, and it has a refreshing meaning in the hand:

"Five hundred years of bodhi fruit, earth treasure, and body-wearing can help one's enlightenment, especially the Dharma. Nine months of spiritual loss, worth one thousand good deeds."

This bodhi is not expensive, but its role is too insignificant. If it is not for the Buddhist monk or Meng Qi to convey the true meaning of the Buddha, it is rarely used. After all, the ability to perceive the world is not outstanding.

After stringing it into a pendant and hanging it on his chest, Meng Qi only felt sane and refreshed. After considering it, he planned to choose a sword-and-sword combination, because if he doesn't have this ability, I am afraid that he must have a chance to start from "Rulai God The corresponding exercises are realized in the Palm.

Think of the "blade and sword" move. Meng Qi's first thought that emerged was undoubtedly the "three gods skills" in the "three swords, three swords, and three gods skills". Unfortunately, they are the method of body movements. Far from himself, three swords and three swords are not urgently needed.

He will say something. Jiang Yanwei and others turned to their own exchange spectrum, looking for similar moves, and continued to provide advice.

In the end, Meng Qi picked one of the iconic moves of a casual repair location in the main world three hundred years ago: "reversing the yin and yang of chaos", worth one thousand and fifty good works.

It is just a new scene, but it contains the skills and methods of sword and sword, yin and yang conversion. For Meng Qi, who is a novice in this area, it is the choice of Gao Jianjian. Then the past is simple and basic. With Meng Qi's current sword and sword realm, he can quickly explore it himself.

"Well, see you in two years." Jiang Yan took a slight breath and said Xiaoyingying, both an encouragement and a good blessing to Meng Qi and others, and wish them all the best in their next task.

After speaking, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the beam of light that left. Ascension rose, leaving a cold blue shadow.

Meng Qi showed a little sadness, a rare silence. Then he bid farewell to Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng, and said that he wanted to go north to the grassland.

Light and shadow drifted away, Meng Qi appeared in his own house, daylight came out from the window, and a piece of golden light was sprinkled, reflecting the flying dust.

The generous and cheerful girl, the girl who stretched out her hand when she was most helpless, was about to sit still? Maybe never see each other again? Meng Qi's heart was filled with unexplainable emotions, and she was suddenly out of breath.

This is life away. Is it death?

"Well, my third brother. You are all together, why don't you come out to celebrate with drinks?" A furry head popped up by the window. It is a glimpse of how long it has not been shaved.

Meng Qi looked up, but found that Gao Lan's eyes contained a touch of playfulness, and he suddenly felt a little guilty. He entered the reincarnation beside Gao Lan. Did he find anything?

Before, Meng Qi hasn't seen the French tall man, both Abbot Kongwen and Mr. Lu Da, can enter the reincarnation, far away from them, and in a crowded place, but now, Gao Lan is not far away from himself More than three feet, no one is near, there are few snake worms and ants.

"Relax, rest assured, everyone has a secret, do you look like a person who is indiscriminate?" Gao Lan, I have seen through your secret.

Uh, Liudao didn't respond. Maybe he could just see one point, not involving the key? Meng Qi relaxed a little and stood up and said, "Brother, is there" Drunk Immortal "?"

He is in a mixed mood now and has a sense of drunkenness.

Gao Lan arbitrarily inserted the iron bar on the belt, pacing back and forth, constantly looking at Meng Qi, and seeing Meng Qi's inner trembling, he didn't know what he meant.

"Brother, don't you drink to celebrate?" Meng Qi asked with an eyebrow frowning.

Gao Lanxi said twice: "You are not happy at all, what is it to drink and celebrate? Looking at you, is it bad for Acacia?"

"Nowhere!" Meng Qi immediately denied.

"Third brother, you can hide from others, you can't hide these eyes. If you are not in a good mood because of the girl, I will cut your head and sit as a stool!" Gao Lan proudly said.

"Why ... Meng Qi wants to deny it subconsciously, but as soon as he spit out a word, he sighed a long time," It's about the girl, not acacia. "

Gao Lan nodded, and was very satisfied with his wit and vision. His eyes were open and full of interest: "Speak to hear, speak to hear."

Looking at him, Meng Qi thought of the three aunts and six ladies somehow, but his emotions were complicated and he really had the urge to confide, so he sighed: "Brother, didn't the brother mention a life-and-death relationship before? The martial arts master biography, light Radiant, sword-minded, cheerful and generous ... "

"Well, what's wrong with her?" Gao Lan asked with interest.

"She's going to sit dead." Meng Qi said dullly.

Gao Lan made a long "Yo" cry: "It turned out to be a legend of Xijian Pavilion, your kid is not too young."

"What is incompetent?" Meng Qi exasperated.

Gao Lan smiled and said, "The death barrier of Xijian Pavilion, no matter how long the Wizards might be dead, is it reluctant? Do you want to stay?"

"I can't bear it, but I can't keep it ..." Meng Qi shouted.

Gao Lan shot with two palms: "That's right, dare to say that there is no meaning of Acacia?"

Meng Qi's face blushed slightly: "It is the reluctance of friends. If you go to death, you may never see each other again."

"In short, I can't bear it. There are countless emotions in my heart that are difficult to resolve, right?" Gao Lan raised an eyebrow.

Meng Qi nodded. Did not speak.

"Then tell her face to face, it's your business to stay or not, it's her business to not accept it!" Gao Lan grabbed Meng Qi's collar.

"It will break her mood ..." Meng Qi said indefinitely. I felt silent all around, and there was darkness in front of me. Only the touch of the high-handed hand is at the collar.

I don't know how long, Meng Qi finally appeared in front of his eyes, and in front of him was a mountain like a sword.

"Where is this?" Meng Qi asked suddenly.

Gao Lan's hearty laughter rang in his ear: "Of course it is the gate of Xijiange Mountain."

"Ah ..." Meng Qi was a little confused.

Gao Lan closed her smile, and her expression became serious: "Even if you are a friend, don't you have to be divorced before you leave? In short, don't let yourself regret, and you don't want your own worshiping brother to be like You."

Dai's eyebrows were wide and her black hair simply rolled up. The bright young girl Jiang Yanwei, who is softly clothed and dressed in goose yellow clothes ...

Jiang Yanwei, who called "Little Monk", extended a friendly hand ...

Jiang Yanwei, who lost on his back and cooperated with him ...

Jiang Yanwei, who has repeatedly pointed himself, came to Jiangdong to help each other ...

Jiang Yanwei who never shrinks in the face of a strong enemy ...

Burning myself, Jiang Jianwei who cut out Jian Jiansan ...

And Jiang Yanwei, the "sword **** of chicken" ...

All kinds of memories emerged, Meng Qi took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, Brother Gao was right, and always said goodbye.

He took a step. Walked towards the gate of the mountain, and met a disciple:

"This friend, somehow came to me to wash Jiange?"

"In Xia Sumeng. See you Jiang Yan Weijiang Sister." Meng Qi arched.

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In a room, Jiang Yanwei sits on a wooden bench and looks around. Unlike other women's boudoirs, there is only a mirror, no dressing table, and few boxes for clothes. The windows are bright, clean and simple. Cheats for swordsmanship are everywhere.

This is where she has lived for more than ten years.

Jiang Yan slightly closed his eyes and said goodbye to the past. Holding the sword, I was waiting to get up, and suddenly I heard a teacher outside said:

"Sister Jiang. Su Meng is here, can you see him?"

Meng Qi has a good reputation, and disciple of Xijiange is no stranger.

Jiang Yan's expression flickered, and the hand holding the sword slid down a few moments, and her teeth bit her lower lip, but she did not answer for a moment.

"Sister Jiang?" The outside brother raised the volume.

Your own Ruth comes and goes by herself ... Master's warning echoed in Jiang Yan's micro-mind, she took a long breath and spit out slowly, finally saying: "Let him wait for me at Banshan Pavilion."

In a stone room, a man in Tsing Yi sat with his eyes closed and a long sword across his knees. The whole man seemed empty. For example, in the distance, he did not block Jiang Yanwei's actions.

At the foot of the mountain, Gao Lan had his hands on his shoulders, looked at Xijian Pavilion through the obstacles, and seemed to see a certain figure. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:

"This lunatic actually took the hardest path ..."

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In the half-mountain pavilion, Meng Qi crossed his sword with a long waist and looked at the clouds in the mountains.

At this moment, a goose yellow figure came around the corner of the mountain road.

It was midsummer, the flowers were lush, the trees were lush, and Jiang Yan walked slowly, just like a fairy in a flower.

Instead of wearing cyan costumes, she changed back to a goose yellow dress, with big eyebrows, and her black hair was simply pulled up, and she was submissive. It was like Meng Qi's first sight.

"I didn't expect you to come back." Jiang Yan stepped into Banshan Pavilion with a smile, and sat on the stone bench.

Meng Qi sat down opposite her and smiled bitterly: "There is always some parting, and I think of seeing you again. In addition to sitting dead, there are actually many ways to break through."

Speaking for a long time, Munchington felt a lot easier for the whole person, but he was even hesitant.

Jiang Yanwei didn't see the anger on her face, and smiled like she used to: "I naturally considered a decision that took a long time."

Her eyes became very soft, she looked at Meng Qi with a smile, and her voice was like the Bobo spring water:

"My master is in a special position in the door, and even I am expected or respected by everyone. Brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters, I am always polite to see me, and no one has ever joked with me."

"And you, the first time, uh, it should be the second time that you dared to give me a nickname, what kind of chicken and sword god, but it makes people angry and funny."

"He is obviously a little monk who has no martial arts and can fight boldly and fearlessly."

Meng Qi was silent, listening quietly to Jiang Yanwei's memories.

"You always say that you love brain pumping, your lover shows up before you, and you always want to be the kind of knight in storytelling. There are always funny words and funny moves that make people unbearable. But at the critical moment, you are the first to take the lead. From Staying forward without shrinking makes people trust. "

"At that time, you were carved and loved. I took you as my younger brother, but gradually, you are taller and more mature than me. You have no humor in your mouth, but you can actually do it. Calm and reliable. "

"It's always a pleasure to get along with you, and Brother Qi, who is very quiet but tolerant to my companions, and sister Yushu, who is as lonely as me, and Brother Zhang, and Girl Fu. Enmity, life and death go hand in hand, fulfill all my expectations of the rivers and lakes ... "

Jiang Yanwei's voice was a little joyful, with a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a pause, she stared at Meng Qi's eyes with black eyes, not big but clear:

"But these are not what I want most."

Meng Qi was silent for a while, with a smile:

"I understand."

Jiang Yan nodded slightly without saying goodbye, raised his sword, turned slowly, and walked towards the peak without any illness.

Near the corner, she spun a scabbard, and the sword inside rang softly like a dragon's yin.

In Jianming, she whispered:

"I only love the seven-foot sword in my life.

Meng Qi listened attentively, and saw the gorgeous and colorful mountains, gradually covering the figure of goose yellow. (To be continued)

ps: hehe, no change, no need to take leave, um, back to Chengdu, adjusted two days to start adding more 2k novel reading network