Po Meng finally found something more challenging than her cultivation of Phoenix Nirvana.

That is, while making swords every day, I sit under the eaves and read Buddhist scriptures while looking at the shadow of the moon.

The blazing fire on the sword-making platform was no match for the sound of Yueying sitting and reciting Buddhist scriptures word by word. At first, both of them felt uncomfortable.

Yueying couldn't stand the sound of the hammer in her brother's hand rushing on the sword-making platform.

Po Meng couldn't stand her sister's rhythm of reciting Buddhist scriptures word by word, neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low.

This reminded him of Ximen Mengdie, who was learning piano skills from him in Ding'an City, and he didn't know how that little guy managed to remain unaffected by the hammer in his hand.

Sometimes when Yueying was anxious or troubled, she would prolong the chant from time to time, or recite it faster, which sounded to Po Meng as causing trouble for her.

So she simply stopped, went to the living room to make a pot of tea, and sighed: "It seems that my practice is not enough after all."

Yueying didn't know why her brother sighed and came over and sat in front of her.

He asked softly: "Brother, do you think Yueying's reading is difficult?"

Shaking her head, Po Meng poured spiritual tea into the cup and placed it in front of her.

"It's not my sister's problem, it's my lack of practice. It seems that in the next ten years, you and I will do the same thing."

Po Meng sighed and said leisurely.

"Brother, making swords is naturally harder than Yue Ying's. How about you teach me how to make swords?" Yue Ying looked at her and said seriously.

"It's okay. Please read these three volumes of Buddhist scriptures carefully. Read them clearly and read them into your flesh and blood! Integrate them into your soul."

Po Meng said seriously: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you let this Buddhist sutra blend into your divine sea and become one with the petals in the divine sea."

Shaking her head, Meng Po also knew that it was impossible for Yue Ying to fully understand these boring Buddhist scriptures.

Yueying nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Of course, Yueying is very happy to be able to live with her brother."

What may seem boring to outsiders is something Yueying enjoys.

In addition to accompanying his brother to make swords every day, he also spends two hours or more reading and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Because Po Meng told her that this life has passed and asked her to spend more time cultivating the next life.

For the moon shadow above the River of Forgetfulness, the best way to cultivate the next life is to read and recite Buddhist scriptures.

Integrate every word into her flesh and blood memory, just like the monks doing morning service in the main hall, reading a volume of Buddhist scriptures, and finally one day, turn yourself into a scroll of Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing that the New Year was coming soon, Po Meng took Yueying to the village to buy new year's goods.

Thinking about his promise to King Qin Guang under Jiuyou, he simply bought back the spiritual rice that he wanted to make wine in the spring.

Taking advantage of these ten years, she will finish brewing the wine she will drink in the next few decades or hundreds of years. After returning to the Five Realms, she will become a teacher and stop making wine.

It took Yueying two months to finally master the Ksitigarbha Sutra and read it from beginning to end.

Po Meng looked at her and said: "Spend ten years of hard work to make these Buddhist scriptures your memory in the next life."

Yueying shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to forget my brother. Even if I become a god, Yueying will not be happy without my brother and mother."

Po Meng looked at her and sighed, and said quietly: "Life is like a grand banquet. It will end at some point. You have to look forward."

Yueying sighed, looked at her and asked, "So, after reincarnation, will Yueying be able to meet her brother again?"

Po Meng shook her head and replied quietly: "I don't know either. When my sister comes back from her trip, I will leave Wangchuan and return to the Five Realms."

"Will my brother stay in the Imperial City for a long time? Or will your brother stay there from now on?"

Yueying didn't know which way she was going and was a little panicked for a moment.

She wanted to get some sense of security from Po Meng, at least after her brother left, she wanted to enjoy the present moment.

Po Meng also knew that this would be a troublesome matter after all. She planned to wait for Po Meng and Li Wuxin to come back and teach this sister a lesson.

At least let her understand that after reincarnation, there is no need to re-enter reincarnation.

She can't help Yueying's future, she can only explore it on her own.

Just like his own future path, Taoist Master Cai said that he would not give him any explicit instructions or hints, and that he would have to find a unique path on his own.

My sister has her own path to take, and so does she.

In the words of an old Taoist priest, only after becoming a mortal can it be considered the beginning of her practice.

So, she no longer wasted any time. When the sword was idle, she took out the bamboo sword again while the snowflakes were falling. He wanted to understand the different Zhanxue.

The sky and the earth were so long that he felt nothing at all about the snowflakes all over the sky.

Because right now, although she could feel the speed and direction of the falling snowflakes, she didn't know how or where to start.

Like a child who has just started to learn swordsmanship, he was as amazed as Mr. Yu was when he chopped fifteen snowflakes with one sword.

Right now, he just wants to chop off a snowflake with one sword.

Chopping a snowflake into three petals is theoretically more difficult than cutting it into four petals.

After thinking about it, she stood up like a snowman.

I was just wondering whether to chop the snowflake into three or four petals...

Yueying, who was sitting in the living room holding a book of scriptures, didn't hear any sound coming from the yard for a long time, so he looked up.

Then I saw my brother turning into a snowman outside the yard, as if he had returned to Nanyun City back then.

A motionless snowman holding a bamboo sword.

I don't know how long it took, but when Yueying was about to go out and call her back for dinner, Po Meng slowly opened her eyes and gave up her previous decision.

Looking at Yueying, who was holding a plate and surrounded by blue and white rags, he shook his head and said, "My current ability is still a bit lacking. It seems that I can only try to cut it into four pieces with one sword."

Yueying didn't understand what he said at all, until the two of them sat at the table and looked at a bowl of hot soup.

Yueying then asked: "So, brother, what are three-petaled and four-petaled flowers...are they the flowers that bloom in spring?"

Yueying knew that her brother was worried about her loneliness, so he took her out to the village from time to time these days.

But she also knew that with her brother's temperament, he probably wouldn't be interested in anything until he solved the problems he encountered.

After all they talked about making swords, she still spent some time with her brother to make soup on the bridge. In the evening, he would accompany her to Wangchuan Bridge from time to time to see the sentient beings who were about to enter reincarnation.

So she laughed and served her brother a bowl of soup, hoping that he could forget the current troubles.

Be happier, just like in Nanyun City back then, even when facing an army of 200,000 people, you never frowned.

Po Meng looked at her and smiled lightly, and replied: "Sister, I don't know, but I am thinking about how to improve my swordsmanship."

Yueying smiled faintly: "Brother, can Yueying practice swordsmanship now?"

Po Meng was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and replied: "It's useless for you to practice now. I will compile some of my experiences in learning swordsmanship into a booklet and put it in your divine sea together with the spiritual sword...

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In her opinion, apart from spending a few years of happy life with her, her sister now only needs to recite Buddhist scriptures.

After all, she can't take anything else with her.

If it were her before, she would probably try her best to trouble the old Taoist priest and let her sister go back to the past one day.

Ever since he let Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli meet sentient beings by the Tongtian River, ever since he made Wu Xin into a monk in the Mortal Realm.

She finally understood that even a saint sometimes had to obey nature and cultivate virtue.

Tianqi, after all, it is just a level of cultivation and state of mind, but it cannot go against heaven in everything.

Upon hearing this, Yueying finally gave up her thoughts of practicing with her brother.

Even the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace personally left a petal in his divine sea so that she could take away the spiritual sword that her brother had forged.

What's more, her brother is currently copying down the mental methods of her cultivation, which is the most precious wealth to her.

Po Meng put a piece of meat into her bowl and said with a gentle smile: "It was my brother's fault in the past and he didn't take good care of my sister."

"In the coming years, you won't have to think about anything except reading Buddhist scriptures."

Yueying smiled and replied: "Now that I think about it, I am luckier than Sister Luoyu and my mother in Xinghua Valley, and they can meet my brother here."

When Po Meng heard this, a pair of chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air, and she was speechless for a long time.

If we say that those who owe the most are naturally the parents and younger sister in the Apricot Blossom Valley, and Mu Mu in the Phoenix Valley.

From the day she followed her husband to Tianshan Mountain for practice, she never stayed at home for several years.

It was my mother who later moved to the Imperial Master's Mansion in the Imperial City with her husband. She either went to southern Xinjiang to expel the grassland army, or returned to Fangcun Mountain to continue practicing.

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After seeing all the winter wind and snow, Po Meng stopped forging swords.

Every day, he took Yueying to the Lingshan Mountain behind the village to pick elixirs, and then started the year's wine-making plan.

The plan for the year lies in spring, and she wants to brew more spiritual wine.

Divide it into three parts, take one part with you, leave one part to eldest sister Meng Po and Li Wuxin, and return one part to King Qin Guang under Jiuyou.

Who knows if in a certain year or month in the future, we will encounter difficulties and trouble that guy again?

It took ten days to brew ten jars of spiritual wine. One of the jars was to be given to King Qin Guang.
To be continued...