The old monk looked at him and shook his head, looking at the cold lake outside the wooden house, and said softly: "By the way, when you stepped onto the high platform that day, did you feel a trace of murderous aura from that young man?"

Monk Buli was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully recalled what happened that day.

He came in a hurry from the wind and snow, and stepped onto the high platform step by step.

The young man on the high platform turned himself into a snowman...like today's master, is it possible?

Thinking of this, Monk Buli replied in despair, "No, my brother looked like the master today. He turned himself into a snowman. I still don't understand. Is it possible that by turning himself into a snowman, he would lose his murderous intention?"

The old monk smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He just drank a cup of spiritual tea slowly and stretched out his hand to pour it into it again.

Monk Buli looked at his master's expression and couldn't help but murmured, "Disciple is stupid."

Thinking about what the old Taoist priest said, he no longer thought about drinking tea. Instead, he turned his head and stared blankly at the lake where the white mist was gradually rising.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and did nothing.

He just watched a piece of spiritual tea in the cup slowly sink into the bottom of the cup, and then sighed softly.

I don’t know if it’s for the fish that returned to the lake, or for my disciple who hasn’t yet enlightened himself.

The fish that jumped back into the lake really wanted to communicate with the old monk, and the old monk had been using the bait on the fishing line to communicate with it these days.

The old monk even jumped out of the lake after taking back the fish knot, but unfortunately he was scared away by his disciple's murderous aura.

All things have animism, even the fish in this cold lake want to be like the fish in Li Xiuyuan's jade disc world, looking forward to communicating with the saints and one day gaining enlightenment and giving birth to spiritual wisdom.

However, although his disciples suddenly achieved enlightenment and broke through into the realm of unity, they are still monks walking on the road in the path of Buddhism.

I thought I had climbed a high mountain, only to find that there was a higher one ahead.

After thinking about it, the old monk changed the topic.

Looking at his disciple, he said quietly: "As far as Xuanwu Continent is concerned, you can be considered a great monk now. Have you ever thought about the next realm?"

The room was quiet except for the sound of boiling water on the stove. Monk Buli suddenly heard his master ask about his practice and was even more confused.

Thinking about the division of the Xuanwu Continent into the practice path, I vaguely guessed some of the master's thoughts, and his face returned to calmness.

Thinking about the cultivation of the five sages of Tianyun Mountain and Ouyang Chongming and others of Snowfield Holy Land.

Monk Buli chuckled and said: "Disciple naturally wants to become like Elder Ouyang of Snowfield Holy Land first..."

The old monk sighed softly, with a calm expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Then, you will never be able to catch up with that young man."

Upon hearing this, Monk Buli showed a solemn expression on his face.

He said in a daze: "In the words of my brother, as long as the disciple practices hard with the master, he will be able to catch up with Elder Ouyang's cultivation in less than a hundred years..."

The old monk shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If you have such an idea, you will always be behind the elders of the Holy Land. How can you surpass them?"

The old monk's words made Monk Buli's face suddenly turn pale, and the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand was trembling slightly.

This was also the first time that the master told him about his future practice.

Could it be that his practice was in the wrong direction? Thinking of this, he was so shocked that he couldn't help but raise his head.

He murmured, "Master, is it possible that my disciple's practice of Buddhism is in the wrong direction? Or is it that he wants to be like my brother and change his practice to the physical body of Buddhism?"

The old monk shook his head gently and said tepidly, "It has nothing to do with the method you practice."

"As a practitioner, after you refine and break through the realm to become a body, you thought that the next step would be to be like the elders of the Holy Land, and then break through to the Mahayana, transcend tribulations and even higher realms..."

Monk Buli looked at the slowly falling snowflakes outside and murmured, "Isn't the next realm that this disciple has to break through the same as Elder Ouyang?"

The old monk was speechless and pointed at the cold lake covered in white mist.

Said: "Even if the venerables of the Four Holy Lands are sitting on the terrace where I am my teacher, the fish that jump out of the ice will still be scared to crawl back."

Monk Buli put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the vast lake and said seriously, "Is it possible that the Venerable in the Holy Land also has murderous intent in him?"

The old monk said calmly, "That's right."

"Even if Ouyang Chongming and others break through the Mahayana realm and reach the level of transcending tribulations, they will still show their murderous intent while sitting on the terrace where they are their masters, just because they have missed a step on the road of cultivation..."

Monk Buli asked in confusion, "My disciple always feels that my brother's cultivation is a bit strange. Could it be that Master wants me to learn from him?"

In his opinion, based on his friendship with Li Xiuyuan, as long as the guy comes back from the ruins and asks for advice shamelessly, he will not be rejected.

Not to mention that there is the owner of Meishan next door. It seems that she also likes the spiritual wine brewed by her brother.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but said to the old monk: "Tell the master some good news. My brother is currently in nirvana in the hall of the Meishan Female Saint. I really don't know how he got from the ruins to Meishan.

..."

The old monk seemed to have known the news a long time ago. He did not show any surprise on his face, but said quietly: "When he comes, your opportunity has arrived."

"Since you have reached the level of integration, my teacher will explain it to you. If my guess is correct, the child's level of cultivation should be higher than yours."

Without waiting for Monk Buli to ask questions, the old monk continued: "What you see of him is just the cultivation of his physical body. His next state should be to find a way to enter the realm of mortal transformation..."

Monk Buli was taken aback and said in a daze, "Becoming mortal? What kind of state is that?"

The old monk looked at his favorite disciple, with a loving smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to add hot tea to him.

Then he said: "Everyone in the world thinks that transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint. They think that after passing through the calamity, they will have the opportunity to become a saint in the future, but they don't know that the prerequisite for becoming a saint is to transform into the mortal world."

"It is said that Hunyuan is a saint who has endured for thousands of kalpas without being tainted by cause and effect, and is always with the heaven and earth. The omniscience and omnipotence of the saint can be said to be the existence of Tao."

"The past, present, future, time and space, birth and death, and reincarnation are seen through the eyes of a saint. They transcend time and space, cause and effect do not touch their bodies, they swim outside things, they do not take the reincarnation of time and space as their foundation, and they exist forever..."

"In the final analysis, if you want to become a saint, you must first enter the mortal world before breaking through to the Mahayana."

"But your mortal life is much more difficult than that boy's, because you were picked up by your teacher from the roadside, and you don't know who your parents are or where your hometown is. You urinate and follow your teacher on the snow.

Life."

Thinking of this, even the old monk had a headache.

The nirvana boy can still return to the heaven where he was born and embark on the journey of becoming a mortal, but where is the opportunity for his disciple to become a mortal?

Thinking of this, I can only look for the young man in Meishan Nirvana.

After listening to the master's words, Monk Buli's heart flew nine days away.

For him, he never thought that one day he would be able to jump out of the mortal world like his master and never be involved in the cause and effect of the world.

Live the same life in heaven and earth, and control the cycle of life and death.

For a moment, I couldn't help but murmured: "Master, how can a disciple enter the mortal world?"

The old monk sighed and said with a smile: "When I become a teacher, I will go to Meishan for a walk to see the young man in Nirvana. I will also ask the owner of Meishan for advice."

"I'll go with you, Master!" When Monk Buli heard that he was going to Meishan, he quickly got up and replied.

"Stay here and think carefully about how to remove the murderous aura from your body." The old monk shook his head, got up and walked out.

...

So, the monk Buli sat by the cold lake, imitating the old monk and trying to sit up like a snowman.

But the old monk came all the way to Meishan.

Just after noon, there were fewer snowflakes in the sky. As soon as they fell on the winding mountain road, they quietly blended into the earth.

There are three mountain-protecting formations in Meishan, but they will not stop the arrival of the old monk.

It was quiet and lonely all the way up, and there were no disciples guarding the mountain gate.

Perhaps in the eyes of the female saint, there is no need to make her own territory look like an iron barrel.

The winding paths lead to secluded places, and the old monk has lost count of how many years he has not gone down the mountain or come to Meishan.

The mountain breeze gently blew his monk's robe, making a rustling sound.

Stepping on the paved path under his feet, the old monk murmured to himself: "Well... let me take a look at that little guy."

A gentle greeting came from the wind: "It seems that this little guy is more important than me..."

The next moment, the old monk who entered the palace was stunned when he looked at the silkworm cocoons in the corner of the hall.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, and couldn't help but said: "Why is this cyan?"

Even though the old monk was a holy monk, he could not see the green lotus in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea, because that was the old Taoist's method, and he had never paid attention to the boy's traces.

The cocoon in Nirvana did not release a ray of light in response to the old monk's question.

Moving to the window and sitting down at the table, Yun Tianhong served the old monk some spiritual tea.

Looking at the cocoon, he said: "The background of this guy may scare you... That green lotus is in his divine sea. Why do you think this cocoon is blue?"

Ever since Li Xiuyuan went up to Tag Snow Mountain, the female saint had been silently paying attention to him.

Not to mention that Li Xiuyuan was later injured by Wang Changchun's sword from behind and transformed into the Green Lotus Nirvana in the prehistoric world.

When the old monk heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look carefully into the cocoon. After looking again and again, he shook his head in disappointment.

Then he picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and took a sip.

He smiled and said, "The tea is good."

Yun Tianhong had long been accustomed to the old monk's appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle: "This guy has a powerful master, so naturally he doesn't want you to peek at his precious disciple. I also got a glimpse of it accidentally...

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To be continued...