If this little girl really has some aptitude for cultivating Taoism, and the old man likes her, she might have the opportunity to call our family Qingcheng Senior Sister."

The oval-faced girl from Yanzhizhai blushed a little and was embarrassed.

The round-faced girl looked at her and said with a smile: "You call it morning, I call it night."

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The master of Jingui Temple is a rare true immortal. He has opened his door to accept disciples this time, so I am willing to come back to the world. However, there is more than one immortal mansion in Jingui Temple in Qingluan Kingdom. I can kill you all first."

Now, take your granddaughter to visit the immortals elsewhere, or leave here directly, and let my disciples from the Daze Gang secretly protect the girl you escorted up the mountain, so that she can practice Taoism with peace of mind."

The old woman looked grim and sneered: "Going to visit an immortal elsewhere is putting it lightly! Why does the old immortal Jin Gui Guan set an age limit? You, Zhu Fengxian, don't know that? If you delay it for another two or three years, you, my granddaughter, will still be a shitty immortal, even if

Due to the kindness of the Daze Gang, she was allowed to enter the Xian family's mansion, and she will probably have to be a maidservant to serve others. The Xian family's cultivation is the most ruthless, do you want me to teach you the principle of Zhu Fengxian?"

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

Even the round-faced girl who looked "coquettish" had a dark face.

She is not a pure martial artist, but a three-level Qi practitioner.

Although the old woman was blind and could not see this, the girl knew very well that the younger she was on the cultivation path, if she delayed two or three years, she might have to spend tens of thousands of dollars to become a middle-level Qi practitioner.

It takes time to make up for it.

According to the words of Grandpa Zhu Fengxian and the strategist of the Daze Clan, she is a good spiritual talent that comes only once in a century. Unfortunately, the Daze Clan only has one fairy secret book in its arsenal that helps her to reach the fifth level of the middle school. Her appearance is quite good, but how to become one?

This Taoist book comes from a certain immortal family in the history of Qingluan Kingdom that has lost its incense, but it is not recorded. It should be just the cultivation method of the inner disciples, and it can only be passed down directly.

, only then can you practice the secret skills of this mountain, passed down by the Ancestral Master Hall.

Pei Qian squatted next to Chen Pingan and listened with great interest. She thought this kind of verbal sparring was the most interesting. It was more exciting than when she was a child and watched women tickle each other on the streets of Nanyuan Capital City.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried. Both sides were not very efficient. He was afraid that they would fight if they disagreed. The grotto was such a small place and there was no place to hide. The sword had no eyes. Do you think he should be reminded now and let the Daze gang fight?

Can the two groups from Yanzhizhai go out and fight?

Chen Ping'an sighed, stood up, walked straight between the two groups, walked to the door of the grotto, twisted out the half-letter charm hidden in his sleeve with his fingers, and burned it again, a small golden flame,

Even in such a heavy wind and rain, it was still like the grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely. Then Chen Pingan turned his head and said with a smile: "This rain is weird, this unusual evil atmosphere."

, it has been raining continuously since it started to rain. It is most likely the work of the Qi practitioners hiding in the dark. Depending on the situation, the gods of Jingui Temple have not taken action for the time being, so you are going to Jingui Temple this time.

You must be careful on the road. You might as well put aside the grudges and grudges in the world for the time being. After all, it is the path of spiritual practice that the two girls are so close to each other, which is more important. This climb is almost considered to be on the path of spiritual practice."

Chen Pingan glanced at each of the two girls and said slowly: "Why should the path of cultivation become narrower and narrower? If we don't like each other, the road is so wide, just go our separate ways."

Zhu Fengxian smiled and nodded, "What this young master said is true. I hope that if you have the opportunity to come to our Daze Gang as a guest in the future, Mr. Zhu will definitely set up a big table for a feast."

Although they were polite words, these kind words spoken by the old demon Zhu Fengxian himself were worth a lot of real money, at least in the world of Qingluan Kingdom.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the yellow paper talisman in Chen Ping'an's hand and said with a smile, "Our Qingcheng family will definitely remember the young master's kind words."

The oval-faced girl smiled brightly at Chen Pingan.

The Yang Qi Lantern Talisman on Chen Pingan's fingertips has burned out, and the golden flames have been extinguished. Chen Pingan rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone once said that if you walk in the world, you can't punch as high as you want. If you become an immortal,

, don’t use it if you are skilled in it.”

The round-faced girl smiled and asked: "May I ask, sir, which master said this?"

Chen Pingan replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who calls herself "Night" raised her thumb and said, "I'm convinced!"

The oval-faced girl named "Qingchen" was a little curious about the young man's identity.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman from Yanzhizhai looked at each other, they were both old men and women, and everything was unspoken. This small holiday between the two parties was not worth mentioning compared to the cultivation of their juniors. Even if they had grudges, before they successfully entered Jingui Temple on the mountain,

The two sides really need to keep their distance, and even if there is danger on the road, maybe the Daze Gang and Yanzhi Zhai will cooperate sincerely and help each other in the same boat.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked outside.

The heavy rain is still astonishing.

I wonder what time of year it is now in Lotus Root Blessed Land?

I don’t know who the ten people in the world are now. However, the national master Zhong Qiu, the leader of the Hushan School Yu Zhenyi, and the bird’s eye view peak Lu Fang must be among them.

I wonder if the houses in that alley have brand-new door gods and Spring Festival couplets posted on them?

Chen Pingan sighed softly.

After picking up the bamboo box, Chen Ping'an was only carrying the half-immortal weapon, "Sword Immortal", that the Fu family of Old Longcheng borrowed from Fan Junmao to compensate him.

Chen Pingan raised his head and looked at the height of the dark rain curtain.

I was ignorant back then, and I remember that there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat and leading a donkey, and he "bragged" about his swordsmanship, saying that he could not get in even if he splashed water in the heavy rain.

Now even he, Chen Pingan, can do it.

I just don’t know when I will become a real swordsman?

With this "sword fairy" behind him, Chen Pingan had difficulty even unsheathing the sword for the time being. When he thought of this, he took off the sword gourd and took a big sip of wine.

I just forgot that the wine in the jug was not osmanthus wine or Shuijing Xianren wine, but a medicinal wine made by Fan Junmao. Chen Ping'an suddenly shuddered, his face turned red, and he couldn't stop coughing, so he had to put the back of his hand against his mouth.

, turned around, slightly apologetic, and walked towards Pei Qian angrily.

For a moment, all the fairy charm was gone.

Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qingluan Kingdom. There is a spring in the temple lying on the ground, like rolling pearls. It is the first to make tea. So often, literati from Yunxiao and Qingshan come here to drink tea from the spring and drink white water.

It is reasonable that the incense of the temple is at its peak, so it is also known as the Beishan Temple in the capital. However, compared with the activeness of the monks of Beishan Temple in the government and the public, the monks of Baishui Temple do not seem to like to show up in public, and they have not appeared in the past hundred years.

A Zen master who can be called a dazzling person is inevitably suspected of resting on his laurels.

Therefore, in this extremely grand debate about Buddhism and Taoism, Beishan Temple was the most popular. On the other hand, Baishui Temple, which has a history of thousands of years, still has not even a single monk who has threatened to attend the grand meeting to determine the order of the three religions.

Spring rains have been continuous recently, and many temples in Qingluan Kingdom are standing in the misty rain. Today at dusk, a young monk wearing snow-white cassocks was walking slowly in Baishui Temple.

Baishui Temple has been closed for nearly a month, which has caused suffering to those sincere and good men and women.

The young monk had a cold face. The old monk and the young novice greeted him along the way. The young monk in his eye-catching cassock ignored him and everyone was used to it.

The young monk came to the railing of a small pond with green water. This inconspicuous pond has the reputation of Longtan because it is rumored that an old turtle lives in the small but bottomless pond. It was built by Baishui Temple.

In the early days of monk release, whenever the monks of Baishui Temple reached a wonderful point in their sermons, the old turtle would come out of the water and appear in the world. This matter is recorded in detail in the official history of Qingluan Kingdom, and no one doubts it.

The young monk continued to walk casually, walking in the long corridor behind the main hall, climbing higher and higher. There were strings of exquisite bells hanging under the eaves. When the young monk climbed up the steps, there was a bell named "Iron Horse Under the Eaves".

"The charm of the wind chimes was nurtured and resided in the bell. At this time, they flew out of the bell one after another, with a pair of transparent wings, and began to shake the wind chime. The young monk did not seem to like this tinkling sound, and the peaceful atmosphere of the ancient temple became quieter.

, frowned.

Those small and exquisite spirits immediately hid back in the bell.

The young monk turned his head and looked down at a small square behind the Main Hall, which was the place where "the eminent monk preached and the goddess scattered flowers" in the history of Baishui Temple. He remembered that a lot of golden osmanthus fell that day, and the monks who preached the Dharma and the monks who listened to the Dharma were all sitting there.

In the pile of osmanthus, the monk who preached the sermon was not used to the fragrance and sneezed several times. The listener was interested and felt that it understood, and he thought up a lot of ideas, and then wrote them down one by one.

On the stone tablet of Baishui Temple.

After walking up the stairs and climbing to the top, we bypassed the Sutra Collection Building and walked to the abbot's room. There was a yellow mud wall half a man's height enclosing a small world. There was a well with a stone table and benches beside it.

The young monk pushed open the small bamboo fence door and walked to the well. The mouth of the small well had been blocked for many years.

In the early years, a famous Buddhist public case occurred here. It is said that even the Middle Earth Divine Continent has heard about it. This is the reason why Baishui Temple has not had any eminent monks in the past hundred years, but it still remains standing. Regarding this public case, Baihe

The temple has been quarreling for hundreds of years. The major temples in Qingluan Kingdom have been quarreling. Buddhism and Taoism have been quarreling. Scholars who have studied Buddhism and Taoism in the past have also been quarreling over this issue. There has been an uproar. Just the opinions on this public case are expressed on the walls of the temple.

There are as many as forty eminent monks and literary figures from various places.

The richness of the Buddhist scriptures in Baishui Temple and the elegance and completeness of the unique rare books are unparalleled in Qingluan Kingdom. However, this young monk standing in a daze by the well hated that place the most and never set foot in it.

The word "lijing" means "devil theory".

The Buddha just has dung on his head.

He sat on the wellhead, which was blocked and looked like a round stool. He had a question that he had not been able to figure out over the years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures say that a demon appeared and threatened an Arhat who became a Buddha in later generations. The Arhat was so frightened that he went to the Buddha. Then the Buddha granted him a righteous Dharma, and the demon was eliminated.

When the young monk first read this, he didn't think deeply about it. He just woke up with a fright and fell into endless pain.

He had an obsession in his heart.

"Why is it that I, a young monk in a small temple, am confident that I will not lose my composure when I encounter a demon, but that a great Arhat who is destined to become a Buddha and a disciple of the Buddha, feels fear and panic? What does this have to do with ordinary people who have never studied Buddhism?

What’s different? Where is the root of wisdom? Where is the Dharma learned by the Buddha? Where is the Dharma taught by the Buddha? How high and far can such an Arhat become a Buddha and spread the Dharma?"

The young monk was puzzled and sat alone at the mouth of the well, with tears streaming down his face.

This young monk, who suddenly had an enlightenment when he was young, vaguely remembered that it was here that he beheaded a cat, cut it in half, and threw it into a well.

The young monk had been taciturn for so many years, but he worked diligently at Baishui Temple. As a result, his hands and feet were calloused. Every winter, frostbite cracked and his hands were covered in blood.

He slapped the sealed wellhead again and again, and his palms became bloody and bloody, and he didn't know it.

The young monk spoke hoarsely and choked with sobs. He still slapped the mouth of the well with his palms, "It's wrong. You're wrong again. Buddhism is in it... I was wrong too. Zen cannot be spoken. It's wrong to speak. But it's wrong not to speak.
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