Wild world, golden green city.
A pavilion with eight pointed sides and a plaque reading "Yue Mei".
The sky is leaky and the moon is sparse and bright, and the earth is biased by the wind.
A middle-aged scribe in a green shirt and long coat, wearing a jasper crown on his head, clenched his fist lightly, holding two chess pieces, black and white, in his palm, making a creaking sound.
Following the thoughts of this guest monk from Jin Cuicheng City, visions and phenomena arose in this pavilion, but there was no trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing out of the pavilion.
First, a string of golden words floated up. How about the first sentence, the second sentence, and the third sentence?
Soon, because of these dozen words, there was a burst of thunder in the pavilion, the blue brick ground was like land, and the blue brick patterns were like water patterns, creating huge waves.
What a secret heart seal of the Zen lineage of Buddhism. Do you want to know the style of my family? Thunderbolts thundered in the blue sky, and waves rose on the land.
On one of the green bricks that looked like a continent of mountains and rivers, the storm suddenly stopped. In the clear sky, it seemed that there were two monks as small as mustard seeds climbing up. A master and a disciple joined hands to climb the mountain. The young monks looked solemn and solemn.
, I asked the teacher who usually teaches people how to walk on the bird path, but what is the bird path? The old monk took long strides, walking as fast as flying, walking on the steep mountain road as if walking on flat ground. When he heard the words, he said with a smile and said four words, but he didn't meet anyone. On the way to the mountain, the two monks met each other one after another.
The books carved on the cliffs all have only one word, Zu, Yes, Qin, Pu, Yao. Seeing the words one after another is like passing a test, without any pause. The young monk suddenly asked what is the true face? Unexpectedly, the old monk answered again, "No bird way"
The young monk was silent. The old monk suddenly shouted, "What is the Buddha?" The young monk slowly replied, "Bingding boy came to ask for fire." The old monk said again, "Good words, Bingding belongs to fire, and he uses fire to ask for fire, but it is a pity that he has not yet reached the end."
But let’s take a closer look. The mountain under the feet of the two monks is actually made of hundreds of millions of text contents in the Zheng and Xu Dao Zang. And outside the mountain cliff of this "Dao Mountain", a bird suddenly cuts through the sky, vibrating.
Wings circled the mountain, and a green mountain began to rotate at the same time. In the end, both the rotating mountain and the flying birds seemed to be still, hence the name "Speed ​​of an Arrow". But when it couldn't stop, the two monks who climbed high and didn't realize that the mountain was turning, saw birds flying outside the mountain.
It was like an arrow hanging still in the air. The young monk was silent, and the old monk sighed, and the clouds were exposed under the eaves. The young monk suddenly understood and asked himself, what is the Buddha? The Bingding boy came to ask for fire. The old monk nodded gently.
, stamped his feet on the ground, and finally said with a smile, "Don't show off the stolen goods..."
After finally figuring out something that year, this middle-aged scribe who had been practicing Taoism in Jincuicheng for many years focused more on the vast sea of ​​sutras and laws of Buddhism.
Outside the pavilion, the female city lord of Jincui City came slowly. After stopping, she looked at it for a moment. Since the "sir" did not deliberately cover the scene, she was able to see the strange people inside the pavilion. When the "sir"
Turning her head and looking at herself, she was very graceful, gave a blessing, smiled sweetly, and asked softly: "Sir, what are you doing?"
The city lord Qingjia, whose Taoist name is "Yuanhu", is a female cultivator from the demon clan in the immortal realm. She actually owns a robe of the rank of immortal soldier "Water Refining", but in recent years, various celebrations have not been held in Jincui City.
If so, she would wear the extremely simple green robe "banana leaf" and just put on a little makeup.
The Qingke from Jincuicheng, whom Qingjia respectfully called "Sir", stood up and said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, just think about it and chat to relieve my boredom."
His surname was changed to Zheng, and he was a monk from outside the country.
He has been a guest minister in Jincuicheng for nearly a hundred years. He lives in seclusion and rarely appears in public. Even the direct disciples of Qingjia have never known that there is such a strange person in Jincuicheng.
Gaizheng would occasionally travel quietly and never say hello to Qingjia, and she never failed to ask.
Qingjia looked sincere and said: "Sir, you don't need to care so much about red tape. The rules of the world are just rules and regulations set for us ordinary people. With your scholarly nature, why bother?"
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "When you go to a country, do as the Romans do. The etiquette cannot be discarded."
Qingjia sincerely praised him: "Sir, you are disciplined and disciplined."
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "Only a scholar who has read a few books can be called sir."
When the teacher said it, it was actually earlier than the "scholars" in ancient times, and the meaning was greater, and it was comparable to the "Taoist priests".
Qingjia always stood obediently at the bottom of the steps of the pavilion and asked tentatively: "I have nothing to ask sir today. Can I go and sit down in the pavilion?"
On the female nun's shoulders were a thrush and a flower girl named Weaver Girl. In private, Qingjia always addressed the guest whose pseudonym had been changed as "sir" without adding a surname.
What's more, the real owner of Jincuicheng is no longer her.
But the truth that Qingjia finds most "fun" rather than scary is that unless she sees the gentleman in the pavilion with her own eyes, all her memories of this man will be like being locked up somewhere.
Inside this house, as the owner, she does not have a key. The key is only in the hands of this gentleman.
Therefore, even she herself does not know this, so who in the entire wild world can know the truth?
Qingjia found it very interesting, like a young girl who had just started to have a love affair, hiding a secret that she didn't want to share with anyone.
Being able to manipulate the Taoist heart of an Immortal Realm monk seems to be completely controlled by applause. I am afraid that even a peak Ascension Realm monk would not dare to say that he can definitely do it. It is even more difficult to say that the other party is still willing to know this.
This is unbelievable. And the female fairy "Yuanhu" of Jincuicheng City is not a weak-tempered person. She can protect hundreds of women just by being a fairy, with no old master to rely on, and she is not good at fighting by nature.
If you repair the entire Jincui City, you will know that Yuanhu Taoist heart must be extremely tenacious.
The middle-aged scribe did not take away the vision of the pavilion and said with a smile: "Of course the guest is welcome."
Hearing this, Qingjia bit her lip, her pair of extremely smart long autumn eyes, which were both resentful and charming. She climbed up the stairs, picked up the corners of her skirt, and entered the pavilion. Only then did she realize how vast the small pavilion was, and carefully walked around it.
After passing some green tiles on the ground that were full of Taoism, I finally sat down opposite that gentleman.
A famous female immortal, who is famous all over the world, is sitting upright at this moment, as if facing a teacher at a school.
After Qingjia sat down, he showed a somewhat ashamed look and laughed at himself: "Sir, I spent my time thinking about it and came to the conclusion that it may be a mystery that we dull people will never be able to understand in our lifetime."
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist Yuanhu is ridiculous. The more knowledge a person has, the greater the unknown he will face. An ordinary master lies in knowing what he knows, while a Taoist man lies in knowing what he does not know."
Qingjia was speechless.
The middle-aged scribe sat upright and had a warm smile, but in front of Qingjia, he was... as tall as a god.
There is no way, the person in front of me is Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City who dares to kill people in Tuoyue Mountain.
Qingjia wanted to speak but stopped.
As she said herself, she didn't originally intend to talk about anything serious, but when she entered the pavilion and sat face to face with Zheng Juzhong, it seemed that if she didn't say anything, she would feel a bit...wasted.
As for the two monks in the "small world" of the pavilion who continued to climb up and talk, Qingjia watched in vain and listened in vain. They didn't understand one thing at all, and the Tao was different.
Qingjia forcibly suppressed the thought in his mind and changed the topic. It was also a question that he had been curious about for a long time. "May I ask, sir, what do you think is really interesting?"
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said, "A lot."
For example, in a middle-rank blessed land, Zheng Juzhong once made someone of his own start from scratch. From a weak scholar with no power to restrain a chicken, in just twenty years, he became an emperor who successfully assisted the emperor in unifying the world.
military advisor. At the same time, two new identities were added. One of them was a reckless man from Kusano who was extremely talented in martial arts and rose up. The other one became a Qi practitioner on the mountain with average cultivation qualifications. After coming down from the mountain, he became a political advisor.
Each of the three has a potential main line of thought, leading the three to different paths, and are respectively responsible for three things: creation, destruction, and repair.
Zheng Juzhong looked down at the top of the mountain and suddenly said: "Fellow Taoist Yuanhu, it's time to make long-term plans for Jincui City."
Qingjia felt relieved and said in a deep voice: "Please sir, please give me some advice."
The situation of Jincuicheng in the wild world is similar to that of Jiuquan Sect.
The foundations of the two sects' prefixes are refining robes and brewing fairy brew respectively.
In the eyes of the outside world, Jincuicheng was protected by Yang Zhi because he had helped Yang Zhi, the great demon of the old throne, to upgrade the black dragon robe to a higher level.
The big demon rarely intrudes Jincui City, but this is not the whole truth. Yangzhi does favor Qingjia, but he still wants to annex it. As a cornucopia of wealth, the reason why it has not happened is because of Qingjia.
Yangzhi insisted on his own opinion, and even said harsh words. Yangzhi seemed to have some unknown concerns, so he did not have the same experience as Qingjia. Anyway, the bitterness here was not enough for outsiders.
Since Jincuicheng's robes have a high refining threshold and are difficult to mass-produce, the last time they attacked Haoran Tianxia, ​​several sects, including Jincuicheng and Immortal Hairpin City, had to waste money to eliminate disasters and gave a large amount of immortal money.
, and on the Jincuicheng side, the robes that had been stored for thousands of years were also emptied out of the secret warehouse and delivered to Jiazi Zhang at a discounted price.
Therefore, no monks appeared on the battlefield on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi or on the Jincui City side. The city lord Qingjia only showed up during the subsequent discussion at Tuoyue Mountain, and faced off from afar with the group of monks Haoran who participated in the discussion at the Confucian Temple.
In fact, at that time, many people on the other side looked carefully at this Jincuicheng female fairy. Of course, it was because of the "water refining" robe she wore, which can be divided into yin and yang by water, and has the aura of changing the sun and the moon, and changing the stars.
Zheng Juzhong glanced at the female immortal, nodded and said, "Fellow Taoist Taoist's suggestion is generally in the right direction."
Looking at the human heart, looking through memories is like flipping through a book.
Qingjia didn't feel any discomfort and just asked: "In your opinion, sir?"
Jincuicheng has been able to stand firm for thousands of years because it has two so-called backers, namely Yangzhi in the light and Wild Peach Pavilion in the dark.
It's a pity that the old demon of the old throne stopped and failed to return to the wild wilderness. He was blocked by Liu Qi and was imprisoned by the Confucian Temple. Taoting had been a watchdog in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for many years, and now he has changed his identity in Haoran Tianxia.
He became the young Taoist who became famous in Yuanyangzhu.
Therefore, one of the direct disciples of Tuoyue Mountain's great ancestor, the great demon Xinzhuang, who is also a female cultivator, had previously asked Jincuicheng to hand over all the secret techniques and Taoist secrets for refining the robe.
Jincuicheng had no room for bargaining. In exchange, Tuoyue Mountain allowed Jincuicheng to choose two places at will to build two lower sects.
But for Qingjia, what is the meaning of such flashy benefits? It is simply meaningless.
Even if a sect was established in Jincui City, it could not be defended. All the direct descendants in Jincui City were female cultivators. Apart from refining robes, they did not know how to fight with others.
So that Taoting had secretly sent an extremely secret letter.
The general meaning is nothing more than a hint of Qingjia, and the tree moves the dead and the person moves alive.
To be continued...