Chapter 70: If Zhunti wants to become stronger, he has to be courted
"Because, my cat took it to play with."
In front of the creek, Ji Yi looked at the clear water and thought to himself.
But it was useless to say such words, so with a slight smile, Lin Yi said without looking back.
"Are you really missing?"
"It's certainly not on the table."
Jie Yin looked at the empty stone table in front of him and looked around, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
Those are the wood carvings that he poured his heart and soul into.
The moment it was carved, it was no longer a piece of stubborn wood, but his life, his thoughts and everything.
"Look for it more carefully."
Ji Yi still didn't look back.
After hearing these words, Jie Yin looked at the stone table in front of him and everything on the river bank.
In silence, he slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Unknown..."
But only halfway through the introduction, he saw Lin Yi, who had been concentrating on fishing, turn his head at this moment.
They were a pair of eyes that were as deep and broad as the stars in the sea.
But at this moment, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in these eyes.
A trace of disappointment at his introduction.
"Mr. Anonymous, I..."
Jie Yin wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he didn't know how to say it.
It was obvious that his things were lost, but when it came time to speak out, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and embarrassed.
It's like once he opens his mouth, he will be blamed, as if it's his fault.
"Fellow Taoist, they are still in your heart."
In a moment, a sad word came from Lin Yi's mouth amid Jie Yin's nervous mood.
"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. I must brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from attracting dust..."
When Ji Yi said this, he moved his eyes away from Jie Yin and looked at the clear water again.
"Bodhi means enlightenment, means wisdom, means no longer confused...
Dear fellow Taoist, do you still remember the original intention of your carving?
It’s about learning to pick up and knowing how to put it down.
Every stroke you make while carving is picking up the past. When you put down the carving knife, you should also put it down freely.
Before, you carved three wooden sculptures, but now it seems that they have become countless more in your heart."
"What does Mr. Nameless mean?"
"Recarving."
Lin Yi said calmly.
"Recarving?"
Looking at the extra carving knives on the stone table and the wooden carvings emerging from the vastness, Jie Yin slowly closed his eyes again.
"Learn to pick up and put down..."
After a while, Jie Yin calmly opened his eyes, picked up the carving knife, and the corners of his mouth were no longer bitter.
The next moment, with a thought in his mind, the carving knife fell on the stubborn wood, and a familiar line appeared in front of Jie Yin again.
That was yesterday's wood carving, and it was also the wood carving in his heart at this moment.
As Mr. Anonymous said, if you want to find a way out for the Western land, you must not only know the suffering of that world, but also learn how to let go after knowing it.
How to let go?
I don’t understand the lead.
But he could vaguely feel that letting go should not be about forgetting, but about not being influenced by it during the process of letting go.
Only by not being swayed can we break out of our original shackles and find a new way out.
Just like the path he opened when he stood in the vastness before.
"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. I must brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from attracting dust..."
Watching the sawdust flying in his hands, Jie Yin murmured in his heart, and seemed to see the layers of fog and layers of dust in his heart.
"Only when you have a clear mind, see your nature, and master wisdom can you avoid being stained by dust. It turns out that everything has just begun."
On Mount Sumeru, Jie Yin slowly opened his eyes.
Every time you dream, it is a harvest.
Compared with the abundant innate spiritual energy on Mount Sumeru, the life in the dream can truly make up for the source of his shortcomings.
"Senior brother, why is your body still as withered and yellow as before?"
Just as Jie Ying was looking at the innate spiritual energy in front of him and thinking deeply, Zhunti on the side came to speak.
Compared with his previous stature, Zhunti's body is now bathed in golden light all the time.
Under the shining of this golden light, it looks extremely bright and dazzling, like a treasure in the world and the darling of the Western world.
In comparison, although the main body of Jie Yin looks a little more vibrant than before, it is still withered and yellow.
This made Zhunti worried. He was worried that when he completely restored his original nature and took a step further, the body of this senior brother would disappear with the wind like the shattered ashes.
"Brother, since you and I want to take charge of the Western Land, we should work hard to become stronger. Only in this way can we achieve true protection.
Even if the countless ideas before us are at the expense of the western land, you..."
Looking at Jie Yin's fragile body, Zhunti couldn't help but speak.
"Junior brother, do you think I'm miserable?"
After hearing the words, he said calmly.
"Senior brother has always been very miserable."
Said quaintly.
"I used to feel it was bitter, but now it's different. I feel sweet."
Jie Yin said with a smile, looking at Luo Hu who opened his eyes on the high platform in the distance at this moment.
Seeing that Jie Yin's body had not changed at all despite the addition of inspiration, Zhunti felt complicated.
If he knew the language of later generations, or had further training from Lin Yi, he would definitely be able to complain in his heart.
"Senior brother, are you going crazy?"
But at this moment, amid this complexity, Zhunti said helplessly.
"Where does sweetness come from?"
“Sweetness comes from bitterness, only when you remember the bitterness can you think of sweetness.”
As he finished speaking, Jieyin slowly closed his eyes.
"nonsense."
At the same time, with a cold snort, Luo Hu struck out from the air with a palm that contained murderous intent.
Bang!
In Zhunti's gaze, after Luo Hu's palm, the withered yellow bamboo leaves, as Jie Yin fainted, collapsed into ashes at the moment they fell.
It didn't have many leaves to begin with, but most of them were lost after this shoot.
"Senior brother, senior brother, why can't you be smarter?
Junior brother knows that you are sacrificing yourself so that junior brother can gain Rahu's attention and not become a real puppet.
But how can I, junior brother, see you turn into ashes?"
Seeing that most of the bamboo leaves on the main body of the guide were bald, Zhunti's heart was full of regret.
"Devil Lord, since you have sacrificed the Western Spirit to complement my two senior brothers, can you be gentler on my senior brothers?"
"Trash, if you were strong enough, I wouldn't take action."
Just as Zhunti finished her words of comfort, Luo Hu struck him again with a palm from the air.
Bang!
"I will definitely work hard to practice. As long as I am strong enough, I will be able to save my senior brother from the hands of the devil."
There was a muffled sound, Zhunti endured the pain in his body, glanced at Jie Yin, and went into seclusion again.
"Zhunti is so useless. After so long, there is no enlightenment at all."
Watching Jie Yin and Zhunti start a new round of practice again, Luo Hu moved away from Zhunti in disappointment, and his eyes fell on Jie Yin's withered yellow bamboo.
The palm he just struck seemed to knock Jie Yin unconscious, but in fact, Jie Yin had already escaped into his dream.
But Zhunti didn't see any of this at all.
The only thing that comforted him was that every time he suffered, Zhunti's potential was stimulated.
"Only when you remember the bitterness can you think of the sweetness, and only when you have lost something can you gain something. When you wake up next time, what kind of surprise will you give me, Jie Yin?"
As these words came to mind, Luo Hu's heart began to grow with a hint of expectation.
As for Zhunti?
There is still some time left before the great catastrophe. When the sword of the sea of blood is forged, Zhunti will probably become more powerful by then.
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