The bright moon was still there back then.

It’s just that the old friends are gone.

The skylark was in a daze for a moment and soon returned to peace.

He broke his spiritual thoughts one by one in the soul of Master Plum Rock, pulled them apart, experimenting with his own ideas one by one. Everyone's soul composition is not clear. To treat diseases in the soul, it is like asking for directions in the maze.

The "maze" of Master Plumbar's soul is not difficult to walk on, and the Skylark quickly found the right way.

What he needs to do is to accumulate experience.

After half a stick of incense—

The middle-aged man in front of him trembled slightly and let out a slight moan, sounding extremely weak.

The skylark's expression became gentler.

The soul is damaged, and some people will never speak again in their lives... This reaction is not wrong with their own method.

Sure enough, as expected.

The soul thought circled around in his body, and the skylark's eyes became solemn. He still kept the movement of five fingers on his back, but the middle-aged man in front tried his best to break the silence. First, the fingertips, and then the wrists, trembled densely and quickly, and finally gathered on his neck. He turned his head with difficulty and said awkwardly.

"Sir... it was you who saved me?"

...

...

The young man in green clothes who was waiting anxiously outside the bamboo building did not dare to speak. He had depended on his master since he was a child and had no stable residence. The eastern land was so large that he traveled around. His parents abandoned him. His master picked up the crying self in the cradle. The only support he relied on in this world was the only master.

The "Bathing Buddhist Dharma Assembly" was held in Xiao Leiyin Temple.

It coincides with the dispute over Zen law.

The master and I traveled to Mingsha Mountain in April. Because of the clouds, most temples were actually unwilling to take in ascetics who were just a short rest and were destined to leave.

Only Xiao Leiyin Temple, in April, will receive tourists and disperse monks—

And this decision to participate in the competition is also what the master wants.

Fuyan actually doesn't understand why the master insists on going to the stage to compete. What kind of method does Shura in the southern realm have? With his master's cultivation, he may not be weak, but he has almost no chance of winning.

Thoughts flipped, and they were in a state of chaos.

The bamboo building slowly got up and staggered. Finally, the skylark slowly walked out of the bamboo building and stood under the moonlight.

The middle-aged man's eyes were closed, but the color of the qi and blood looked much better, as if he had suffered a serious illness and was still pale, but at least his lips were no longer bloody and had a little more rosy.

"His soul is still injured, and it is not light. For the next three days, you will bring him here every day. After three days, you should be able to recover your mind. You will be awake in the middle. Don't be noisy. Don't be noise. He will continue to 'sleep' soon..." The face of the skylark was also a little pale. He used his divine thoughts. For him, it was quite expensive. He said slowly: "Your name is 'Floating Rock', but there is a separate residence. If it doesn't exist, when you leave Crescent Mountain, you will be called 'Clean Lotus' and you can make arrangements for you."

After the first day of the Buddhist bathing ceremony, some people will leave the seat, and it is not difficult to move out an empty pavilion.

Fuyan took over his master, and there were already 1,000 thanks. He carried the heavy man, but still bent down to bow, his voice trembling, and said gratefully: "Thank you Mr. Yunque, thank you Mr. Yunque... Fuyan cannot repay you..."

"Nothing happened." Skylark waved his hand with a smile.

Plums pursed their lips and captured them with great sensitivity. His master seemed to be still sleeping, so he asked carefully.

He said, "Has the master woke up before?"

The lark nodded.

He looked a little worried, more like hesitation.

He looked at the young man in blue and finally said, "Your master, I hope you can find a stable residence and stop wandering around him and wandering around. He seems to be free and indifferent, but in fact, duckweed has no roots, which is unfair to you..."

The pumice rock was slightly stunned.

He hadn't reacted to the Skylark's words yet.

"If you want to live a better life, I can also make arrangements for you and ask "Jinglian" for help. It is not difficult to find a pure place to recite the Buddha's name."

The skylark folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and finished speaking these hesitant words.

Actually, he knows it very well.

I am not familiar with Mr. Jinglian, but he knows people well. Whether it is Mr. Ning or Mr. Jinglian, they are all good people. When they encounter this, they will do their best to help them.

After saying this, he noticed that the "puff rock" opposite him even began to tremble.

The lark became confused.

The young man in green clothes spoke hard and said slowly: "Mr. Xie is kind. I... live a good life."

The boy tried hard to lower his head without revealing his face, but the sound in his throat was already choking.

Fuyan knew why his master had to work so hard.

Many great figures in Lingshan are paying attention to the Buddhist temple bathing ceremony.

The master is afraid that he will have a bumpy future... he wants to take this opportunity to find a place for himself.

He took a deep breath, turned around quickly, and carried his master away. When he was about to leave Crescent Mountain, there were a few figures in the darkness in front of him. He raised his head, bowed with a very low attitude, and wiped his eyes hard with his sleeves, and quickly left with the middle-aged man.

Song Yiren looked back at her back: "The boy from Xiaoqieshan Taoist temple in the morning."

Ning Yi naturally would not forget it. After a change of mind, he understood the story.

The three of them left the dense forest and returned to Crescent Mountain, and happened to see this scene.

"Come back? What have you experienced? How could the breath be like this?" Yunqi came up. He looked at Ning Yi and the other two. His aura was fluctuating. Although he had not practiced, his level of spiritual and soul art was quite high, and he captured this detail.

Song Yiren exchanged glances with Ning Yi, without hiding them, "The four Jikong and others died, and they were involved in the 'East Realm'. Ghost Cultivators have already sneaked in Mingsha Mountain."

The skylark's expression became quite surprised.

Jikong... the guy who fought with me in the morning?

Dead?

Ning Yi took the conversation and comforted him: "His death has nothing to do with you, it was done by the ghost cultivator."

The sky lee suddenly became silent, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice: "I didn't want to hurt him so deeply, but... during the battle between souls, I couldn't stop my strength. The master seemed to have given me something very powerful, and I just started to control it."

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

The skylark raised his hand and recreated the scene when he treated Master Fuyan.

The wind gradually rises, the moonlight gathers, and the lines on the palms are rippling.

Niao Niao's soul thoughts outline a general image above its back, with big sleeves swaying and clothes flying.

"Master Jie Chen?" Ning Yi felt the drastic changes in the soul of the skylark and murmured with a sound that only he could hear.

Under pressure.

The wind stops and the moon stops.

The skylark breathed

The eyebrows were already extremely sour, and he calmly explained his summary, "At the beginning of the mind, there were endless souls and thoughts for himself, like a vast ocean, and the master's will seemed to be blessing me. In the Xiaoqie Mountain Taoist temple, I did not fight back, but just released the sea of ​​divine and prepared to defend myself. The silent air collided... and it became like this."

Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu's eyes were a little strange.

Looking at this boy, it seemed like he was looking at half a monster.

Song Yiren has never known the Master of Skylark, but the scene just now made him guess someone.

This young master is definitely an amazing Buddhist master.

Pei Ling has always had a "sword hiding". As long as Pei Min uses it, there will be endless sword energy.

And what the master left behind is an endless "soul hiding" of this man called "Skylark".

In Lingshan, there are very few people who practice soul thoughts, and the most powerful one is undoubtedly Master Xuyun. In addition, there is only one person in Lingshan who can have such a large scale soul thoughts for hundreds of years.

"Your master...is Jie Chen?"

The skylark trembled, and he looked at the "Jinglian".

Although Song Yiren's words were a little doubtful, they did not mean anything uncertain. They were more like an incredible sigh. He murmured: "Decades ago, Master Jie Chen left Lingshan, and was full of wind and dust. Except for Master Zu, no one knew what Jie Chen left for... nor did he know where he went later, and whether he had his descendants. Master Zu once said that among the three disciples, each learned the same skills from him, and each had his own strengths. The one under his seat, what Jie Chen was best at... was the technique of 'soul'."

He looked at the sky lee and suddenly understood the reason why Ning Yi helped the boy.

If he is a disciple of Jie Chen, then when the master was in seclusion, he could help Miss Pei heal her injuries... At this point, she became clear.

Song Yiren smiled and said, "No wonder the Xiaoqie Mountain Taoist temple is so embarrassing."

Understood.

I understand everything.

It has been pointed out that the Skylark no longer dodged. He bowed generously and admitted, "Master is indeed Jie Chen."

Paused.

He said with a sad expression: "But... he has been able to stay in the world before he can get the Dharma name. This time he came to Dongtu to fulfill his wish for his master."

Song Yiren returned a bow and said softly: "Since that's the case, you and my generation are equal. Calling me "Senior Brother Jinglian" is... The battle between Zen law, no matter what the result is, I will take you back to Lingshan to meet Master. Looking for it all over the years, it was unsuccessful. My father is also wondering... Why did Master Jie Chen leave Lingshan for the sake of these years?"

He looked at the boy, hoping to get an answer.

The lark's eyes were originally clear, but at this moment, they suddenly became a little confused, as if they were stained with a layer of water mist.

His palms folded slowly loosened.

My master... told me a lot of the past, but there were some things I didn't want to explain.

Leave Lingshan.

for what.

He lowered his head and remembered the scene of his master trekking in the desert.

He once asked a similar question.

Stay in the yellow sand of the desert, why do you want?

He remembered the two words his master said.

"To... prove the truth."
Chapter completed!