One hundred and forty-seventh happy new year
Xuanyin Ancestor has had some problems recently. His nose is getting redder, his hair is getting thinner, and his silence is getting longer and longer. Even the pig's trotters and pickled perilla leaves cannot make him smile.
In his opinion, no matter what deep meaning or conspiracy hidden in the letter of the real person, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu guesses who he is, he will inevitably take action.
Kill Jing Zhao Liu and the other two, the peak combat power of Qingshan’s younger generation will be reduced by most, which will be of great benefit to the future recovery of evil paths, but what should I do now?
After dozens of days, the spring is getting deeper, the white tower is often wet by the rain, the pine forest becomes greener, Yin San goes to the vegetable garden again, Liu Shisui happens to be there.
Liu Shisui handed back the wrinkled pieces of paper to him, and said embarrassedly: "Young Master said... it's useless to take it for granted."
Yin San was not angry and said with a smile: "Is that true? It seems that he has some research on Buddhism. I wonder if he can help me solve some problems?"
After saying that, he took out another piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.
As the spring is deep, the summer is coming soon. The cicadas in Guocheng Temple have already started, and the quiet garden is no longer as quiet as before.
The white cat raised his head under the eaves and glanced out of the garden, thinking that they were all cicadas, so why is the gap between these annoying little guys outside and the chin cicadas so big, and they are not well-behaved at all.
After reading the piece of paper handed over by Liu Shisui, Jing Jiu fell into deep thought. Then he felt that the cicadas were a little upset. He waved his sleeves, and a breeze passed through the hall and entered the forest. After a moment, the cicadas stopped singing.
Liu Shisui said, "What am I going to go back?"
Jing Jiu said, "I want to think about it."
It takes him a long time to think about it before he can answer it. It can be imagined that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.
People who can ask questions of this level are naturally not ordinary people.
Zhao Layue asked: "Who is very good at this?"
Jing Jiu nodded.
Zhao Layue said: "Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan to find you as he was ten years old?"
Jing Jiu said: "Monks have always had many quirks, just like Zenzi likes to play with mud and wooden sticks. The abbot of Guocheng Temple rarely comes out to meet people, and likes to copy Buddhist scriptures."
Zhao Layue said: "Since that man knows about the immortal talisman, he must be of high prominence in Guocheng Temple, and maybe he is the abbot."
Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "No, he might have been the abbot."
The next day he wrote a reply. When Liu Shisui handed it to Yin San, it was already late in summer.
After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen Room and looked at the stars all night. The ancestor sat next to him and shook his palm-leaf fan all night.
He had confirmed that Jing Jiu had vaguely guessed the problem of the smoke and clouds disappearing. So could he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?
Yin San was silent for a long time, but in the end he did not reply, nor went to the vegetable garden, so he stopped contact.
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There are sounds of scriptures everywhere in Guocheng Temple, and there are constant fruits and melons in the vegetable garden. Zhao's realm is becoming more and more stable. I believe that in two years, you will be able to enter the Yuye Middle Realm and create another record of Qingshan Sect.
The true energy in Liu Shisui's body has also become much calmer, and it seems that there should be no danger in a short period of time.
Jing Jiu slept well with the white cat.
Time passes, and it is another winter in a blink of an eye.
This year, the cold wind from the snowfield roared south, and even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected. Several heavy snowfalls were caused. Xuezhong Zen Temple was particularly beautiful, attracting many scholars from the mortal world to appreciate the snow, recite poems, and paint.
The monk Dachang was still obsessed with sweeping the floor. He did not let the fallen leaves accumulate and naturally did not let the snow accumulate. The quiet garden was cleaned.
Jing Jiu felt a little bored and took everyone and moved them into the house from the corridor.
The crackling sound of silver charcoal came from the stove, and the water in the teapot was rumbling. Liu Shishui and Zhao Luyue sat under the walls on both sides, closing their eyes to regulate their breathing and practicing. He was lying on the bamboo chair in front of the window holding the cat, looking at the snow-white scenery outside.
The scenery is confined to a very small window, but it has a deeper meaning, because the observer often focuses more.
His gaze fell on his left hand, feeling the endless fairy aura inside and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased from the breath, thinking about something.
In the evening, firecrackers were heard faintly in the distance outside the temple, and then they never stopped.
Zhao Layue asked curiously: "Is this the villagers driving away the mountain beasts?"
Jing Jiu was speechless and said, "The snow in the deep winter is heavy, and there is no food in the fields. Wild animals hibernate or migrate south. What should I do when I go down the mountain? The firecrackers are endless. It is obvious that something big happened. Maybe someone died in someone's family."
Zhao was taught by the royue and said, "So that's it."
"actually……"
Liu Shisui's eyes flicked back and forth on their faces, and she said embarrassedly: "It's because today's New Year."
Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "The New Year is quite lively."
Zhao Luyue turned around and didn't want to answer the conversation.
Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say, "Xiaohe has cooked a lot of dishes."
Jing Jiu and Zhao leyue refused to go to the vegetable garden to have a New Year’s Eve dinner. They are now increasingly unconscious about these things, and naturally they are not interested.
Firecrackers kept ringing, and although they were far apart, they could still reach their ears.
For some reason, Jing Jiu did not choose to block the six consciousnesses, although this is something he is very good at.
Until the night was so deep that the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky illuminated by the fire turned back to the quiet black.
The monk Dachang had already fallen asleep, and there was no sound or light in Jingyuan.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
At this time, the old and new intersected in the past two years, and the world was at its peak.
The immortal energy comes from this world, and under the suppression of the power of the world, it is the weakest time.
A sword intent emerged from Jing Jiu's body and enveloped the entire quiet room.
He stretched out his right hand, dipped his sword intent, and wrote a scripture in the air.
Then he grabbed his left hand, which was fisted, reached into the scripture, and slowly closed his eyes.
No vision occurs, like a mud cow entering the sea, or like a spring rain moistening night.
I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes again, looked at his left hand, and showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
"How about it?"
Zhao Layue's voice rang.
Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Yes."
In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes lit up, black and white, and looked very beautiful.
It seems very slow to refine one immortal consciousness in more than a year, but it is actually very fast.
If it were another practitioner, it would be impossible to refine the existence of the level of immortal consciousness at Jing Jiu's realm.
An admiration arose in her heart.
She bowed and bowed.
This is her first time ceremonializing her disciples.
"Happy New Year, too."
Jing Jiu said: "No red envelopes."
He has no idea about the New Year, but he doesn't really understand it.
Just like why Zhao Leyue wanted to worship himself.
There is no need for dialogue or explanation. No matter how deep the night is, you will know what each other means when your eyes meet.
Zhao leyue sat next to him and snuggled in his arms, looking very attached.
No one has ever seen such a young daughter in her house.
I have never seen the noble lady in Chaoge City, my fellow disciples in Qingshan, and even her parents have never seen it, only Jing Jiu.
She would only let Jing Jiu see it.
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Chapter completed!