Chapter 420

If there is no long-term isolation, Bai Zao will have a meal with his parents every year, and only once, under the Yuntai tree.

There were only some simple dishes on the stone table. The roast fish didn't move. After drinking only one glass of wine, Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren left.

Bai Zao was silent for a moment. He went under the tree and looked at the sea of clouds outside the cliff. He thought that if senior brother Tongyan was here, it might be more lively.

For practitioners, seclusion is normal, but she is still worried because the seclusion of Tong Yan is too sudden.

She's a little worried about another thing.

When the immortal book fell into Jing Jiu's hands, Yunmengshan didn't respond, especially her mother was so calm, which made her a little uneasy.

She wanted to write to the Castle Peak to ask, but she finally gave up. She sighed softly and waved the white satin. Countless snow-white silks fell like snow and sealed the Yuntai.

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Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the excavated soil and stone chips were quietly compacted by him with Taoist methods. After reducing a lot of volume, they were stacked neatly on both sides, looking like stone balls one after another.

There were no lights in the tunnel and there was darkness everywhere. Naturally, he could not distinguish between day and night, but as a monk, he naturally knew that more than a year had passed.

Anyway, there are still many years to dig into the deep vein. He is very calm and silent. Anyway, no one here can talk to him.

The looming but very real pressure is always ahead, far away and high.

Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain. If he approaches qingtianjian, he will let the other party find out. What should he do then? There is no need to calculate things that are not clear. Let's talk about it at that time. He looked at the river in front of him and thought whether he should take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the new year?

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In the depths of a valley, clouds and fog filled the sky and dyed it milky white, like milk.

There were more than ten stone pillars in the clouds. Immortal Bai stood on a stone pillar with his hands on his back and looked at the distance. He didn't know what he was thinking.

A great dark shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if there were suddenly a mountain.

Zhongzhou sect Zhenshan beast, Qilin.

The clouds suddenly stirred up, alternating light and dark, and naturally formed several lines of vertical text, which appeared in front of immortal Bai.

That's Kirin's divine sense.

"I feel that the immortal knowledge left by my ancestors is disappearing. Although the speed is very slow, it should not happen. I'm very worried."

Immortal Bai still looked at the distance and said, "no, Lao Lin said very clearly. He may really succeed if he participates in Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng temple."

If someone can see the picture here clearly from a high altitude, he knows that she is looking at the southeast.

Guocheng temple is over there.

Qilin's divine sense soon appeared again in the clouds: "I'm going to kill him."

Immortal Bai said, "the relationship between Guocheng temple and Castle Peak has never been clear. Don't take risks."

Words appeared in the fog: "do those little monks dare to shoot me?"

Immortal Bai said, "you are the ancestor of our sect. You can't leave unless you give up your body according to the door rules."

The clouds were quiet for a moment, and a column of words appeared again after a moment.

"It's enough to kill these little guys."

"No, because I don't believe he can refine immortal books, even if... He is really the reincarnation of Jingyang."

Immortal Bai said indifferently, "he is too low now."

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Now that winter has arrived, spring will naturally follow.

With a slight cold spring rain, the trees in Guocheng Temple began to sprout.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue live a quiet life in the quiet garden. Liu has more time to take care of the vegetable garden at the age of ten. Naturally, he has not forgotten to ask Jing Jiu about Kendo every day.

Every few days, Zhao Layue would go to the lecture hall to listen to the master's interpretation of the Scriptures. The white cat would often walk over and lie on the windowsill while basking in the sun and listening to the Scriptures.

Monks are used to seeing the white cat and don't think it's different. They occasionally tease him. Zhao Layue is often very nervous for fear that it will suddenly become fierce, which will seriously affect the relationship between Qingshan sect and Guocheng temple.

Now Jing Jiu seldom goes to the lecture hall. He spends most of his time lying on bamboo chairs and doing his own practice with the company of spring breeze, spring sun and spring rain. His realm has not been improved at all, but he has a deeper feeling of Zen skills and immortal books.

One afternoon, when he opened his eyes and saw the green outside the wall, he found that spring was deep and looked at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.

The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived. Anyway, no one lives longer than him except old guys like Yuangui and Qilin. Spring has long been insulated from him, but spring sleepiness still comes as scheduled, which shows that desire is not the most important thing in life. Lying down is.

It hasn't rained these days. The futon in front of the tower is very dry. When Liu was ten years old, he covered it with some carefully selected fine grass. He slept very comfortably, so that he sometimes even forgot the girl's knee.

It opened its eyes and woke up. It looked at the sky blankly. It suddenly remembered that there seemed to be several pieces of paper on the futon in early spring last year.

The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring meaning and the same Futon are missing those papers.

It subconsciously stood up, walked outside the quiet garden, smelled the smell floating in the air, and walked through ponds and dense forests, small bridges and disciple's courtyard.

The voices of people around him began to rise. He gently jumped onto the wall, came to the middle of Guocheng Temple along the eaves and shadow wall, and then jumped into the Tallinn.

There is a quiet meditation room ahead. There is no one on the stone steps and there is no one in the room. It is quiet like a tomb.

The white cat went to the stone steps, rolled down in a circle, closed her eyes and began to sleep.

When he slept until the sunset filled the sky, he woke up and thought what was the matter with him?

Back in Jingyuan, he went back to the small stone tower and continued to sleep, but he couldn't close his eyes.

It was troubled by a very inexplicable emotion, so that it didn't notice that Jing Jiu was quietly looking at himself.

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The Baishan Buddhist temple has long been empty.

In the kitchen of the former temple, there was a little pyrotechnic Toutuo. As for the guy who basically didn't appear, he was soon forgotten. There were two more monks, old and young, in the most heavily guarded jingshe of the law hall. These two monks are naturally the ancestors of Yin San and Xuanyin.

After shaving, Yin San is more beautiful and even cute. After shaving, Lao Zu is more obscene, especially the red nose is more conspicuous and bored.

Lao Zu rubbed his nose and looked behind Yin San.

It was obvious to him that Yin San had spent more time meditating since he knew that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng temple, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Lao Zu noticed that there was a slight protrusion behind the neck of Yin San, and it was slowly changing its position.

Then he smelled a very faint smell, looked slightly changed, but dared not say anything.

The taste is very light and not smelly, but it smells very uncomfortable. It smells like rotten leaves, and it looks like old wood that has been put for many years.

My grandfather knew that this body could not last for several years, and I didn't know whether the real person could find a way to make the soul and body perfectly unified in ten years.

They have stayed in Guocheng temple for many years for this purpose.

Lao Zu's eyes fell in front of Yin San. On the ground in front of the futon was a piece of paper with some jargon written on it.

Those words were written by Jing Jiu.

I don't understand. Since you can't believe what he said, why put this paper in front of you?

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It was another year in the twinkling of an eye. When the old and the new intersected, the potential of heaven and earth was prosperous. There was darkness in the quiet garden. Only Zhao Layue's eyes could be seen.

She looked at Jing Jiu with a focused look.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes, released the meaning of the sword, dipped his hand in the meaning of the sword as ink, and wrote a Scripture.

This time, instead of putting his left hand directly into the Scripture, he meditated for a moment, selected a few words from the Scripture and took them off.

With a slap, the fist and palm intersected.

His left hand was bright for a moment, and then returned to normal. In an instant, life and death had been cycled again.

Jingjiu closed his eyes again and opened them again after a long time. He said to Zhao Layue, who didn't know when to come to him, "it's OK."

Zhao Layue kowtowed to him.

Well nine said, "there's still no red envelope."

Zhao La Yue smiled and said seriously, "I can break the boundary."

Well nine quietly looked at her and said, "I think it's more stable. Wait a few years."

Zhao Layue was puzzled.

The initial stage of her wild tour has been completely stable, and Tao's heart and sword have reached the most full and flawless peak. Why wait?

Well nine didn't explain. She was dissatisfied, so she didn't sit over this time.

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Under the Yuntai tree, there are still those simple fruit plates with only half a wisp of wine, not even leftovers.

Bai Zao went to the cliff and looked at the clouds that were floating around. He thought that since only senior brother likes to eat roast fish, I won't make it for you in the future.

Senior brother Tong Yan has been closed for two years. What kind of Dharma are you practicing? Well nine, where are you doing?

In spring, she finally wrote a letter to Castle Peak, and then received Gu Qing's reply. Gu Qing was vague in the letter, obviously hiding something.

She turned and looked at the fruit plates and wine glasses on the table. Thinking about these things, she felt so boring.

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Tong Yan is still digging a hole underground.

Nothing else.

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With clouds and fog swirling, the figure of Kirin is looming, and the divine consciousness fluctuates, forming words to show up.

"I feel that he has refined some more. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, your idea will not be realized, but will bring him great benefits."

Standing on the stone pillar facing the wind, Bai Zhenren looked at the direction of Guocheng temple and said, "I said you can't leave Zhongzhou according to the door rules." Kirin showed words in the clouds: "I can walk in an incarnation." Immortal Bai said calmly, "your magical power is less than 1% of the body under the suppression state." A line of words soon appeared in the clouds“ But enough to kill him! And although my magic power is suppressed, the divine body is immortal, and no one can hurt me! " Immortal Bai looked back and said, "No."“ The black dragon died because of him. I must kill him! Now that your idea has failed, you should act in my way now! I won't let him have the possibility of refining immortal books. Otherwise, if he gets those immortal Qi, he will be in great trouble in the future! " Qilin is very angry. The clouds rolled restlessly in the depths of the valley. The words that appear are as sharp as a knife and full of strong killing intention Time passes faster than the poet's pen. Before you lament how much time has gone, what should have gone has gone. In the twinkling of an eye, it has been five years since Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue came to Guocheng temple. Recently, Jing Jiu is more and more silent, his face is more and more pale, but his eyes are more and more bright. There is a touch of gold in the depths of his eyes, adding a bit of weird flavor to that beautiful face. Another new year will come in a few days. That night, Jing Jiu would write the last Scripture and try to refine the immortal book completely. If he succeeds, the infinite immortality in the immortal book will belong to him. If he fails, he will be eaten by immortal knowledge and may become a puppet of Zhongzhou school at any time. Zhao Layue never understood that Jing Jiu didn't agree with her to break the environment, but she kept accelerating the speed of refining immortal knowledge, and even didn't hesitate to lose a lot of sword yuan and spirit. What on earth is he in a hurry? This new year also has special significance for Guocheng temple. Duke Lu will come to fulfill his wish on behalf of his Majesty the emperor. This is something that happens every year, but this year's scale and level are much more grand. Jingjiu didn't understand what was going on until he heard the sigh of the great monk and remembered that he had been in the small stone tower for 300 years. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.