Inside the ancient temple, the layout is simple, with a green lantern and a futon.
After Shu Qinzhi walked in, he saw the old monk in the ancient temple and bowed down.
The old monk sat on the futon with his eyes slightly closed and his back to Shuqin.
The yellowed skin has dry wrinkles and no blood color. The simple cassock looks very ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely, you can vaguely feel that there are lines of Buddha's light and Taoism, which makes people feel pious.
"You and the poor monk have no connection at all. Cause and effect have suddenly changed. Who can guide you?"
The old monk turned his back to Shu Qinzhi and his voice was hoarse. The old monk had not spoken for many years.
"A few years ago I met a man on the road who gave me some pointers."
Xu Changge's figure appeared in front of Shu Qinzhi's eyes and he answered honestly.
In the ancient temple, Shu Qinzhi's every move cannot escape the eyes of the old monk. If Shu Qinzhi dares to lie, he will definitely be kicked out by the old monk.
"Strange." The old monk counted with his fingers, but could not find traces of the cause and effect of the person mentioned by Shuqin, and frowned.
"Ask the eminent monk to ferry me over."
Shu Qinzhi suddenly fell to his knees, knelt down and begged.
The old monk recited a few Buddhist words, remained silent for a long time, stood up slowly, and opened his eyes, which seemed to have come from the end of time, simple and deep.
"Take off your shirt."
The old monk glanced at Shu Qinzhi.
Shuqinzhi did not hesitate and immediately took off his shirt, revealing the pattern of Asura's pattern carved on his body. Since Shuqinzhi was born, he has been tortured by Asura's cause and effect every moment, and his heart is eaten by thousands of ants.
Excruciating pain.
"It is really the way of Asura." Although the old monk had long sensed the cause and effect carried by Shu Qin, he was still very surprised after seeing it with his own eyes.
The old monk looked into Shu Qinzhi's eyes and couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration: "At such a young age, you have gone through all kinds of calamities but your Taoist heart has never died. My child, it is really not easy for you to be able to survive until today."
Shu Qinzhi pursed his chapped lips tightly, maintaining a humble posture, just hoping for relief. Shu Qinzhi no longer cared about life and death, he just wanted to get rid of the karma of Asura and experience true freedom and ease.
feeling.
"From now on, you will stay with the poor monk, copying sutras and chanting Buddha's name every day."
The old monk felt compassion and decided to save him.
"Thank you, eminent monk."
Shuqin was so happy that he finally saw a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.
From today on, Shu Qinzhi became a young monk and nun in the ancient temple, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name every day, day after day.
As time went by, Shu Qinzhi gradually felt that the power of Asura's cause and effect in his body dissipated a bit, and the pain became less severe.
"Be diligent and recite sutras every day, it is indispensable."
The old monk was worried that Shu Qinzhi would give up on his homework, so he gave him a reminder.
"Yes." After experiencing thousands of hardships, Shu Qinzhi found a way to relieve the pain. His character is tougher than countless people in the world, and he will not lose himself because of temporary relaxation.
In this way, five years passed.
Xu Changge has been staying at Wanyan Holy Land, meditating and practicing, preparing to open the threshold of the Extreme Spiritual Realm.
Due to the heavy involvement of the monster clan's sacred objects, Yan Qingyou did not leave. He held a wine jar all day long and did not see anyone else. Ever since the news that Yan Qingyou was a half-step saint spread, it attracted countless powerful people from Xuanyu Prefecture to visit. For a time,
, Wanyan Holy Land suddenly became the top power in Xuanyu State, and came from all directions.
Some disciples in the Wanyan Holy Land were obviously distracted, and some even began to accept bribes to bully nearby practicing sects and even ordinary people.
The more times we go through, the more we cannot take it lightly.
The Holy Son Bai Yixuan ordered the Beiqiao Guards to clean up the moths in the Holy Land. From top to bottom, no one could be left out.
Bai Yixuan's iron-blooded skills killed more than forty disciples and several elders in the sect, thus stopping the restless atmosphere in the Holy Land. It is precisely because of this that Bai Yixuan is feared by many people and has even more power.
In the past, Bai Yixuan was a core disciple of Peach Blossom Peak, gentle and elegant. Now he is serious in speech and has to deal with various chores every day to maintain the dignity of the Holy Land and the relationship with all parties.
Many disciples of Peach Blossom Peak no longer dare to have a relationship with Bai Yixuan, for fear of being ruthlessly suppressed by Bai Yixuan. Even Bai Yixuan's master, the leader of Peach Blossom Peak, maintains a certain distance from Bai Yixuan, and their relationship becomes increasingly estranged.
"My child, this seat is not easy to sit in."
Ancestor Mo Yuankong was very pleased with Bai Yixuan's approach, which was not womanly.
"Stay in your place and do your job."
After these years of hard work, Bai Yixuan has truly taken control of the power of Wanyan Holy Land. Sometimes, Bai Yixuan looks at the night sky alone, with thousands of thoughts, imagining what he would be like if he were not sitting in this position.
life.
"When the time is right, then ascend to the position of Holy Lord!"
Mo Yuankong and other ancestors were very satisfied with Bai Yixuan's performance and had decided to let Bai Yixuan succeed him as the Holy Lord.
The previous Holy Master is still facing the wall in the back mountain and thinking about his mistakes. Compared with Bai Yixuan, the previous Holy Master was indecisive and a woman's benevolence, and indeed could not lead Wanyan Holy Land to a higher position.
"Ancestor, the time is too short!"
Bai Yixuan has just become the Holy Son not long ago, and his cultivation is in the middle stage of the Extreme Spiritual Realm. With his current strength and qualifications, he is not enough to intimidate everyone.
"Do a good job."
Mo Yuankong handed the mess to Bai Yixuan and left with peace of mind.
A few days later, Bai Yixuan dealt with various chores and sat with Xu Changge on a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds.
Bai Yixuan sat down and drank tea, enjoying this peaceful life that was not easy.
"Senior Brother Bai, you look a little haggard."
Xu Changge knew that it was really difficult for Bai Yixuan, who was a Confucian scholar, to support the terminally ill Wanyan Holy Land.
"I shouldn't have listened to you back then and treated you like a bullshit saint."
Bai Yixuan felt extremely regretful when he thought about what happened back then. Now that Bai Yixuan wants to retire after his success, he has no chance. Because of Bai Yixuan's iron-blooded methods, Taohua Peak can no longer tolerate him.
Bai Yixuan has no choice but to go all the way to the top.
"You can't say that. If you hadn't become the Holy Son back then, how could you have been as prosperous as the Wanyan Holy Land is today."
Xu Changge laughed several times, but he was not the one who was suffering anyway.
"There are too many things that need to be dealt with these years. When you have some free time later, let's retreat for a while!"
Bai Yixuan doesn't want to deal with all parties, but he has to maintain good relations. Although Wanyan Holy Land now has a saint sitting in charge, the overall strength is still far behind.
The world rated Wanyan Holy Land as the top force because it was entirely because of Yan Qingyou and Shangguan Guyun's favor.