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Many years ago, on the day when Xuanqing first took over as abbot, his teacher asked a few people in the temple to go to the back mountain forest when he was ugly, saying that there were some things to explain.

That night, Xuanqing's master Xuanchen waited for a few people to come, very cautious, and said: "I sent the patriarch Jin Chanzi to sit in the temple more than a thousand years ago, and when he sat down, he said to the eldest disciple: When he was not yet a monk, he had met an immortal, and he said that in the future generations, there will be a great disaster, and the sky will avoid this difficulty, and get a number of people who can refine the immortal law, and pass on the immortal law to save the people of the world. However, these six sons alone are not enough, and there is still one person, who must be seen in the thirty-fourth generation of the descendant of a thousand years, and there is not much time, and I have not informed him of the five of them. ”

Jin Chanzi is naturally one of the six people in the mouth of that immortal, and the other five people are most likely the ancestors of the Dao Sect, the Burning Heaven Temple, the Void Thunder Sect, the Royal Beast Villa, and the Dark Valley, which are as famous as Jiuze Temple today.

"Senior brother, it seems that what the Golden Cicada Master Ancestor said when he sat down is not a lie." Cheng Ming and Xuan Qing were standing in the main hall of the temple, talking in a low voice.

Xuanqing nodded, slanted his gaze, and glanced at the child in Qingyuan's arms.

"It's a matter of long-term consideration, as you can see, boy. The root bones are really not suitable for cultivating immortals. Xuanqing looked a little stunned and puzzled.

And when Qingyuan and Chengming saw the child for the first time yesterday, they already knew that Yi Yunkong's roots and bones could not be said to be unsuitable, but they could not cultivate immortals at all. If you cultivate immortals, it may be difficult to get started in this life.

Qingyuan Dao hugged the child and loved the child very much: "Master, this may not be, after all, it is what the immortals said, you must not believe it." ”。

"Qingyuan, you think about it carefully, but Yi Mohan's wife is really a little difficult to handle," Xuan Qing said slowly.

"Master, it's not difficult, we can ......"

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When Yi Mohan woke up, it was already evening, he got up from the bed, shook his head, his head was a little dizzy, put on his shoes and got out of bed.

He walked out of the house and saw a Buddha character hanging in the hall, and an incense burner below was still emitting white smoke, and a stream of sandalwood came from it. He calmed down, and suddenly hurriedly found that the child was missing, and he had just known that his wife's days were numbered, and he fell to the ground as soon as his feet went limp.

At this time, a middle-aged monk walked in from outside the house, wearing a blue monk's robe, holding a towel and a basin of hot water, and saw Yi Mohan slumped to the ground and hurriedly asked

"Master Yi, what's wrong with you, hurry up." He put the towel hot water on the table, hurriedly helped Yi Mohan on the ground up, and took a stool to let him sit down.

Who knew that Yi Mohan pushed him away and asked angrily, "Where is my child?" Tell me where my kids are! He was a little scared, if his wife really couldn't survive and the children were gone, then he didn't want to live.

The middle-aged monk suddenly looked a little envious, and replied: "Don't worry, Master Yi, Senior Brother Qingyuan saw that the child was cute, and he took him to the Xuanyu Pool in the temple to bathe him earlier, and now he should have returned to the palace." ”

Yi Mohan was stunned for a moment, and put his mind at ease, as long as he was still in the temple, but where was Xuan Yuchi, and he had some doubts in his heart?

The middle-aged monk seemed to see his doubts, so he told him that Xuanyu Pond was a place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the Jiuze Temple. It is a valley, there are many mountain walls in the valley, almost all over the mountain wall, the aura turns into fog, the jade flows out of a drop of liquid every fifty years, it is the essence of the jade in the valley, the essence of the jade drips from the mountain wall in the valley, after thousands of years of accumulation, it has now become a small lake.

The abbot of Xuanqing said that in this Xuanyu Pool, if a mortal takes a sip, he will wash away the lead, and there is no trace of mundane breath, which can prolong life, but cannot cure diseases; If the livestock takes a sip, it is through the meridians and has the ability to cultivate demons; And the most important thing is that if you let the immortal cultivators drink a small sip, they can gain decades of advanced Taoism, which is very precious.

Xuanyu Pond is a forbidden place in the temple, and only the abbot and a few of his people can enter, and now the senior brother of Qingyuan actually let the abbot of Xuanqing take a bath with a child, which made this little monk envious and anxious.

When Yi Mohan heard this, he said excitedly: "Hurry up and help me to see the abbot." He knew in his heart that if there was no big event, just because the child was cute, Qingyuan would never want to bring the child to such a place.

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk followed his words and helped Yi Mohan to walk all the way from the meditation room to the main hall on the mountain.

The moonlight quietly emerges, the moon is like a golden plate, the brilliance is brilliant, and in a few days on August 15, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Outside the main hall, two stone lions are quietly located on both sides of the hall, their eyes are fierce, lifelike, in the hazy moonlight, it is really a little hideous and terrifying.

"Master Abbot, Master Yi Shi has woken up, and insists on letting me bring him to see you, now outside the hall" The middle-aged monk came to the hall, saluted the three of them, and then looked at Xuanqing and said.

The Chengming robe next to him waved his sleeves and said, "Let Master Yi come in." ”

The middle-aged monk walked out of the hall, and walked in after a while, followed by Yi Mohan.

"Amitabha, is Lord Yi feeling better" Xuan Qing spoke first.

"The body is out of the way." He paused and said, "But Master Xuanqing, why did you let my child go to the forbidden place in the temple, I Yi Mohan really don't know how to repay this great favor." "With that, he knelt on the ground with a 'plop'.

"Donor, hurry up, this matter is not without reason, you can hear about me slowly." Xuanqing hurriedly pulled Yi Mohan up from the ground and said.

"Master Yi Shi, your wife is suffering from a strange disease called Heavenly Evil, which will dissipate all the seven souls and six spirits in her body, and this disease is not enough to save your wife with my current cultivation. But "

Yi Mohan suddenly heard Xuanqing say However, he suddenly said without hope: "Master Xuanqing, no matter what method you use, please save my wife." ”

After saying that, he wanted to kneel again, but was quickly stopped by Qingyuan on the side.

Xuan Qing turned his head to look at Qingyuan holding the sleeping child and said, "However, I can't mean that others can't." ”

Yi Mohan was stunned and asked, "Could it be the clouds?" But Yunkong is still young, and he can't even do a master, how can he save his mother? ”

Xuan Qing smiled slightly, walked to the sandalwood chair in the center of the hall and sat down. "Master Yi, don't you know, there is a profound Buddhism called the death of the dead in the temple, which can attract the soul to turn back and forcibly suppress its soul into the body for ten years, but our talents are limited, and we can't practice it, and the root bone of this child in Yunkong is beyond anyone in the temple, if you cultivate immortals in the temple in the future, it is not difficult to learn, maybe. It can also grow into immortals. ”

Yi Mohan was stunned again, thinking to himself, can his child still cultivate immortals? On weekdays, he also heard that immortal cultivators can fly to the sky, drive rain and summon clouds, and play with fire and thunder, but he knows that mortals like him will never be able to touch these things, and now, Xuanqing said that his child Yi Yunkong can cultivate immortals, and he may surpass the existence of anyone here, and he can't believe it.

Xuanqing said again: "Master Yi, I want to accept him as my closed disciple and pass on his method, what do you think." ”

"This ...... But Master Xuanqing, my wife can't hold up the clouds and the sky to practice this so-called death decision. Yi Mohan said hesitantly

"This doesn't matter, I'll take the soul condensing jade tomorrow, and after I go back, on the day your wife holds her breath, put this jade into your wife's mouth, put it in the coffin, and bury it under the land where the sun can shine every day, so that it will not rot for thirty years, and wait until the child in Yunkong is successful in cultivating the Tao, and then dig out the coffin and cast another spell."

Yi Mohan was a little hesitant in his heart, if he let Yunkong follow Xuanqing to cultivate immortals, he would definitely have to become a monk, but he only had this one child, and it was difficult for him to decide for a while.

Xuanqing seemed to see Yi Mohan's thoughts, and it was a little difficult to speak, so he stepped aside and discussed with Qingyuan Chengming in a low voice.

After a long time, Xuanqing glanced at Qingyuan, nodded, and walked slowly to Yi Mohan's side again, and said: "Master Yi, we know that you may not bear to let your child become a monk, but this is also related to some rumors in the temple thousands of years ago, so we will definitely keep him, so after discussion, Lao Wei can take a step back, let Yunkong be a registered disciple in the temple, and do not have to become a monk, wait until Yunkong grows up, and then ask his intentions and let him decide, but before that, my temple will not teach too many methods, what do you think." ”

Yi Mohan thought for a moment, then nodded and sighed: "That's it, just let the child choose his own path in the future." ”

In this way, Yi Yunkong stayed in the temple, and Yi Mohan went down the mountain to return to Los Angeles in the early morning, told his wife about the matter, and moved to Xiaosang Village on the edge of Jiuze Temple with his wife, and gave birth in peace.

Wang Erhu and Zhou Xiaoya are quite happy about this, there are many old people in the village, most of them are like Wang Erhu and Zhou Xiaoya, most of them have left the village early, and there are few people like his age, and after Yi Mohan and his wife Ye Qianning came, they added a lot of joy to the village.

Yi Mohan would go up the mountain every month to ask for some medicinal herbs for Ye Qianning, and by the way, he visited Yi Yunkong, and he also became a frequent visitor in Jiuze Temple.

The days passed slowly like this, Ye Qianning's health became worse and worse, and then she could only lie on the bed, and even had to be fed with a small spoonful by Yi Mohan when she ate.

One day of heavy snowfall, Yi Mohan and Wang Erhu went up the mountain to hunt, Zhou Xiaoya took care of Ye Qianning's house, and Zhou Xiaoya chatted with her in order to avoid Ye Qianning being bored.

"Sister Ye, look at your family, you were just a few months old and were taken by those immortal monks on the mountain, practicing on the mountain, and when you grow up, you will definitely be a big man, unlike my family Qianyue, who can only be in this village in this life." Zhou Xiaoya said enviously.

Ye Qianning lay on the bed weakly and looked at Zhou Xiaoya, and said with a sneer: "Sister Zhou, don't laugh at me, you don't know, Mo Han and the abbot of Xuanqing on the mountain have made an agreement, if Yunkong's kid grows up and eats well and lives well on the mountain, he will definitely dislike being poor here, and then become a monk in the mountain, then we won't be able to hold our grandson." ”

When Zhou Xiaoya heard this, she also knew that in her heart, regardless of whether she could be famous in the world or not, the most important thing was to be able to pass on the ancestry.

Zhou Xiaoya couldn't say what she thought in her heart, so she said, "Sister, don't be modest, Yunkong, this kid, has a future."

I didn't want Ye Qianning to suddenly cough and vomit blood, it was very painful, Zhou Xiaoya was scared, and hurriedly went to invite Langzhong in the village, and when she came back with Langzhong, Ye Qianning was already unconscious.

That night, Yi Mohan put the Xuanhan jade given by Xuanqing into Ye Qianning's mouth and went up the mountain to invite Xuanqing.

On the second day, Xuanqing took Qingyuan and Yi Mohan down the mountain together, while Chengming stayed in the temple to deal with things.

"Look, look at it, that seems to be the abbot of Xuanqing of Jiuze Temple?" The two villagers in the village looked at the door of Yi Mohan's house and talked.

"Who said no, the eldest brother said that Yi Mohan's son didn't know what luck he had taken, he was taken by the abbot of Xuanqing, and he was accepted as an apprentice, and he had to cultivate in the mountains when he grew up, and now that the child is dead, he is the child's master, how can he not come down and take a look." The stunned man said, with some sourness in his words.

"Don't talk nonsense, but Yi Yunkong's child is really pitiful, he has no mother so early," the stunned eldest brother reprimanded

The stunned man was a little unimpressed, and said: "I don't know why Monk Xuanqing is here, why don't we go and see it together." After speaking, he walked towards Yi Mohan's house.

The eldest brother had no choice but to follow. In fact, he also wanted to see what the immortal-like abbot of Xuanqing had to do.

At this time, Xuanqing and Qingyuan had already entered the house, and they both looked at Ye Qianning on the bed, and when they saw the Xuan Hanyu in their mouths, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Xuanqing walked to the side of the bed, put the Nine Dragons Zen Staff aside, and said, "Master Yi, the old man is going to cast a spell for Master Ye now, you can take out the Soul Condensing Jade now." ”

Yi Mohan hesitated a little, afraid that something would happen to the soul condensing jade, but after hesitating for a moment, he still took the soul condensing jade out of his wife's mouth and retreated to the side, and nothing happened.

"Qingyuan, you go and guard the door, don't let people come in and disturb you." Xuanqing said.

"Yes, master" Qingyuan closed the door gently by the way, and walked out of the house, but two villagers came over, Qingyuan saw that the two of them wanted to go in, so he asked; "Amitabha, who are the two donors?"

"This master, we are the villagers of the village, and when we see the master coming today, we want to pay our respects." The stunned eldest brother said.

Qingyuan was relieved and said, "Master, he is in the house for Lord Ye, so he can't be disturbed." "I didn't pay attention to the two

The stunned man still wanted to say something, but was pushed by his eldest brother, and the stunned son said: "Then we won't bother anymore, Wishing you prosperity, Wishing you prosperity." With that, he followed his eldest brother away.

Stunned, he was puzzled, "Big brother, what are you pushing me for." The stunned eldest brother pointed to the window behind Yi Mohan's house. Stunned, the two quietly walked around and hid behind the window to watch.

In the room, Xuanqing picked up a wooden bowl from the table at random, and with a move with his right hand, there was a little more milky white liquid in the void with a faint mist liquid, and the liquid slowly flowed into the wooden bowl, making a bowl. Xuanqing asked Yi Mohan to feed the liquid in the bowl to Ye Qianning.

After carefully feeding the liquid, Yi Mohan sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Master Xuanqing, what is this?" ”

Xuan Qing said indifferently: "This is the water of Xuanyu Pond, which can keep your wife's body from rotting, and it complements Xuanhanyu." Yi Mohan was stunned, and didn't say more, Jiuze Temple's kindness to his family could no longer be expressed in a few words.

Xuanqing walked to Ye Qianning's bedside, raised his right hand, and instantly a really domineering momentum came out of his body, shocking Yi Mohan again and again, and his heart was shocked. And then, he retracted his momentum, and on the contrary, a soft force came out, and he put his palm on Ye Qianning's chest, and began to chant something in his mouth, and suddenly Ye Qianning's whole body emitted a layer of faint golden light, which was very gorgeous. At this moment, Xuanqing suddenly stretched out his left hand, and in his Lingxu, Siman, and Zusanli, three meridians were tapped, and after Xuanqing dropped his last finger, he saw Ye Qianning suddenly sit up from the bed.

This scene made Yi Mohan and the two peeking out of the window stupid, Yi Mohan could still hold back his silence, but the stunned man and his eldest brother outside the window were scared into a cold sweat, and ran away, and did not forget to drag out the sound and shouted loudly while running: "Fake the corpse!" ”

Xuan Qing frowned, and said to Yi Mohan: "Don't be afraid, I just want to scare the two of them away." Yi Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Xuan Qing knew that the two of them were peeking out the window.

After the golden light on Ye Qianning's body was gone, Xuanqing spoke again: "The old man has suppressed the soul and soul in Ye Shi's main body in his body, and tomorrow Lord Yi can bury the coffin in the middle of the afternoon when the yang energy is at its heaviest."

After Xuanqing and Qingyuan left, Yi Mohan said in the village that Zen Master Xuanqing had completed the transcendence of Qianning, and he could mourn in the village on the second day, hoping that the villagers could come. But this mourning must not have come to the stunned son and his eldest brother.

At noon on the second day, Yi Mohan and a few trustworthy people in the village carried the coffin together to dig a grave for Ye Qianning in the hidden place of Beilu Mountain, and the grave was engraved with five big characters of his beloved wife Ye Qianning.

In the future, in his spare time, Yi Mohan would go up the mountain to visit Yi Yunkong, hunt with Wang Erhu Mountain on weekdays, and sometimes go to his wife Ye Qianning's tomb to sit quietly for a day, and the days passed day by day.