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Looking at the courtyard in the center of the Boulder City, I was really a little surprised in my heart, the guard of the courtyard was an old man with a sixtieth armor, seeing the token in Mo Wentian's hand, he easily handed over the key in the courtyard, and left with a smile.

Looking at the back of the leaving, Mo Wentian softly said thank you.

In the small courtyard, it is spotless, and at a glance, you can know that the old man is cleaning every day.

Mo Wentian looked at the small courtyard carefully, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "It's still a familiar feeling." ”

Li Qifeng, who was standing beside him, smiled.

Although I don't know what kind of feeling Mo Wentian refers to, one thing is certain, this feeling is worth missing.

Mu Zili looked at the structure of the small courtyard with interest, looked at Mo Wentian, and couldn't help asking, "Grandpa Mo, does this belong to your small courtyard?"

Mo Wentian glanced at Mu Zili and said, "What's wrong with Xiao Nizi?"

Mu Zili showed a smile and said: "The structure of this small courtyard is so chic, at first glance, it is carefully designed and built by someone, but there is a gentle beauty in the small courtyard, and it is a little less masculine." ”

Mo Wentian gave Mu Zili a thumbs up and said appreciatively: "Isn't the girl simple?"

Mu Zili smiled proudly.

Mo Wentian glanced at Li Qifeng and said, "Hurry up and clean up, we will live in this small courtyard for a few days." ”

Li Qifeng nodded.

After sitting in the sword mound for nearly a hundred years, I am tired of boredom and loneliness.

Entering this small courtyard, Mo Wentian was a little yearning for the life of ordinary people, firewood, rice, oil and salt, boiling water and cooking, and Mo Wentian was full of interest.

Li Qifeng also rarely let go of his cultivation, gave Mo Wentian a hand, three meals a day, and did it deliciously.

In his spare time, Li Qifeng guided Chen Yong and Muzi Li to cultivate.

The innate unique advantages make Mu Zili's cultivation speed particularly fast, he was born with the eighteen acupoints fully open, and his physique is as white as jade, and there is no impurity, which makes Mu Zili's cultivation speed still above Li Qifeng.

Facing Mu Zili, whose cultivation can be described as thousands of miles a day, Chen Yong's cultivation speed is much slower.

Born in a poor family, Chen Yong has cultivated at all since he was a child, and his own tricks are almost completely blocked, but Chen Yong has not given up in the slightest, and the hatred in his heart makes him almost crazy in cultivation, except for the time to eat, almost all the time is spent on cultivation.

The days went by day by day.

Mo Wentian's cooking skills are getting better and better.

Chen Yong and Mu Zili's meals are also getting bigger and bigger.

On the eighth day of coming to the courtyard.

Mu Zi Li cultivated the Drifting Snow Sword Technique taught by Li Qifeng to the introductory realm, and Chen Yong successfully opened the tenth acupoint.

Mo Wentian handed over the power of the spoon to Li Qifeng, and let Li Qifeng live a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, boiling water and cooking.

After a few days of edifying Li Qifeng, he also got a bit of Mo Wentian's true biography, and he learned the ability to cook, and the taste was not lazy.

gradual

Li Qifeng found that he had adapted to this ordinary life.

The huge anger buried in my heart is gradually disappearing.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Li Qifeng has completely adapted to the ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the anger that was originally hidden in his heart has completely disappeared cleanly.

Mu Zili's Drifting Snow Sword Technique has also been practiced to the realm of Dacheng.

Under the crazy cultivation, Chen Yong also opened up the sixteen acupoints in the eighteen acupoints, and the speed of cultivation made Yan Shan and Ling Kong Han envious, but Chen Yong still felt slow, and he was still cultivating frantically every day.

In the plainness, Li Qifeng couldn't help but think of the thirteen tips of nothingness, and in the plainness began to further comprehend the thirteen tips of nothingness.

Li Qifeng deliberately bought the best brush, and with his memory, Li Qifeng wrote out the thirteen tips of nothingness and began to guide Chen Yong to cultivate, so as to polish away the anger in Chen Yong's heart.

The days passed.

Li Qifeng's mood gradually precipitated, like a tank of turbid sewage standing at the same time, the sand and gravel fell to the ground, and the water became very clear.

Li Qifeng is also enjoying it.

In the endless desert, a golden scorching sun hung above the sky, the light was shining, the breeze was coming, and the sand sea in the desert was rolling, and the gravel sounded.

Under the scorching sun, Bodhi Temple looks extremely solemn and sacred.

Under the Bodhi tree, a figure sat quietly.

Longan's sturdy body was bathed in golden light, and his expression was filled with endless majesty, giving people an invisible depression.

Longan's side.

An old monk stood quietly with his hands folded, with a hint of piety in his expression.

Minutes and seconds ticked by.

The bodies of the two remained motionless, like dead wood.

The sun sets.

The moon rises.

The temperature in the desert gradually decreased, and the rolling sand waves continued to make a deafening sound.

It seems to have disturbed Longan's cultivation.

The eyes slowly opened, and in the eyes, the golden light was restrained, and the breath of the whole person was all convergent and unremarkable.

Looking at the standing old monk, Gui Yuan said softly, "Master." ”

The old monk looked at Guiyuan and said, "Your heart is in turmoil." ”

A hint of a smile appeared in Guiyuan's expression, and he said, "My heart is not disturbed, but the voice of Shashi is a little deaf." ”

The old monk slowly glanced at the bright moon and said, "The moon rises tonight, and the moon will still rise tomorrow night, but I don't know if the moon of the bright moon is different from today's moon?"

Gui Yuan glanced up at the night sky and said, "The bright moon is eternal, what changes is only our eyes. ”

The old monk looked at Gui Yuan, his expression showed a trace of solemnity, and said, "Then has there been any change in your heart?"

Gui Yuan couldn't help but fall into silence.

The old monk clasped his hands together and whispered Amitabha.

After a long time, there was a hint of a smile in Guiyuan's expression, with a hint of relaxation, and said: "Buddhism has always been about purity, and the Bodhi Temple was established in this endless desert, which also has the meaning of independence from the world, but it is really too difficult to do true purity. ”

The old monk's expression couldn't help but change.

This is a great sin of disrespect!

Whispering a sin, the old monk slowly shook his head.

The smile in Gui Yuan's expression slowly disappeared, he looked at the old monk, and said calmly: "I want to enter the world." ”

The old monk's expression became a little flustered.

"Don't be muddy in the world, it's easy to pollute the mind, don't. ”

The old monk's voice was very resolute.