The banishing stream was completely destroyed by the fire of the Red Lotus Industry, and Su Qingxue and the remnants were defeated in the Luminous Sea and disappeared from sight. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info With the change of days, the Zhongyuan Continent has gradually recovered some of its former appearance.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This year has only passed, and the wind has blown the rain curtain steeply. A layer of goose-yellow smoke hung on the willow branches early. In the fields with no end in sight, farmers with hats gathered in twos and threes. The brass bell on the neck of the ploughing cow rang slowly.

A white-clothed monk, Edgeworth, scurried through the damp scroll and landed in front of the gate of the Celestial Sound Sect.

When several of the little novices who were sweeping saw him coming from afar, they all turned around and fled as quickly as they could. It's not that the monk looks intimidating. On the contrary, his eyebrows and eyes are kind, and even the fat figure and the two mustaches on his lips are also a little kind. It's not that he's not a bad person. This is a foundation monk from Fuguang, who has been here every once in a while for the past three years. These little novices knew him. There is no other reason why they ran away when they saw him. This one is so talkative, too talkative, as long as he opens his mouth, the soles of their feet seem to be hung by syrup, and they can't move half an inch. I often get lost in listening unconsciously. And every time they get lost, they will inevitably be reprimanded by their senior brother. I couldn't control myself, and I didn't want to be trained, so I had to avoid the temptation in advance.

Facing the empty gate, Qi Shenyan only smiled and waved his hand to the backs of those who ran away: "Run slower, watch your step." ”

The Tianyin Sect is different from other sects in that there are no disciples in front of the gate. It's an open door for people to enter.

Qi Shen walked through the wide square with great familiarity, bypassed the solemn and majestic treasure hall, and did not need to lead his disciples, and found his destination in a simple building.

It is an extremely spacious house with many tea sittings in the house. The people sitting on the tea seat were of different shapes, including disciples of several major sects, as well as scattered cultivators and mortals. There is even a demon cultivator.

As soon as Qi Shenyan entered the room, a middle-aged monk with long eyebrows and sideburns immediately saluted him and greeted, "How is Lord Qi lately?" ”

Qi Shenyan returned the salute: "Everything is fine." Seeing the master's red face, I thought that the old illness had been cured. ”

The long-eyebrow monk said: "The Lord of Laoqi is worried, and the poor monk is really grateful." ”

Qi Shenyan laughed and said: "Since you are grateful why you don't even entertain a cup of tea today, how can the master become more and more stingy." ”

"It's not that the poor monk is stingy, but I'm afraid that Lord Qi has no intention of using tea today." The long-eyebrow monk smiled and said, "Mingxin Zhenjun has been out of the customs the day before yesterday,......。 ”

"What?!" Qi Shenyan's small eyes suddenly lit up, almost suspicious of his ears.

For three years, he had to go back and forth between Fuguang and Tianyin several times a year. Each time the task was different, but the reply received was the same - Mingxin Zhenjun was copying scriptures in retreat. This time, he was ready to leave with a cup of tea, but he unexpectedly got such good news.

Qi Shenyan clasped his palms together, and said again and again in his heart: "Thank you to the ancestor and grandfather, I finally didn't let Zhenjun leave the house." ”

The long-eyebrow monk didn't know what he was praying for in his heart, and when he saw the joy on his face, he smiled and stretched out his arm and said, "Lord Qi, please follow the poor monk here." ”

Qi Shenyan nodded hurriedly, stepped out of the room with the long-eyebrow monk. The steps are urgent and urgent, and he repeatedly wants to cross to the body of the long-eyebrow monk.

The steps of the long-eyebrow monk are actually not too slow, but Qi Shenyan can't wait to fly at the moment, and then look at the long-eyebrow monk in front of him, he feels that there is a taste of slow walking. After walking for a while, Qi Shenyan couldn't help but say: "If the master doesn't tell Zhenjun where he is now, I'll look for it myself." ”

The long-eyebrow monk smiled: "It's not that the poor monk is not happy to ask for this leisure, but the reason is that if you want to see the true monarch of the clear heart, you need to inform the ancestor first." ”

Qi Shenyan, the empty ancestor in his mouth, had never seen it, but he was familiar with his name.

Compared with the name of "Tianyin Sect Yikong Zen Master", more often the world respectfully calls him "Buddha". If you talk about the legend of Yikong Zen Master, Qi Shenyan alone can talk for three days and three nights without stopping. But there are very few people who have really seen a Zen master.

The Dharma master preaches the Dharma to transform sentient beings, and the Zen master cultivates his own body and enlightens according to fate. Yikong Zen Master belongs to the latter, and he does not open the altar to teach the Dharma on weekdays, and rarely goes out. At this moment, there may be a chance to meet this mysterious Buddha, but Qi Shenyan did not show joy. He stopped and hissed, and said, "My true monarch is staying here voluntarily, why do you feel as if you are being imprisoned." ”

The long-eyebrow monk was noncommittal, only smiled slightly, bowed down and stretched out his arm to make a gesture of please.

Qi Shenyan took a deep breath, and followed the long-eyebrow monk with his head and continued to move forward. For now, it's serious to see Zhenjun first.

The two walked through the complex and finally stopped in front of a building surrounded by vegetable fields. There is a well in the vegetable field surrounded by green bricks. Perhaps it was too old, and a small area collapsed on one side of the well platform. At this moment, a little monk wearing an old monk's robe was squatting beside the well platform to repair.

The long-eyebrow monk walked forward to bow with his palms together, and said respectfully: "Master Yikong, Fuguang sent an envoy to please see Mingxin Zhenjun." ”

Qi Shenyan was not only suspicious of his ears this time, but also his own eyes. No matter how you look at the little monk in front of you, it is no different from the little novices who are sweeping outside. Can this be the famous Buddha Zen Master?

The little monk turned his head at this time, wiped the mud star from his hands, got up and clapped his hands with the two of them, and said, "Unfortunately, the Mingxin donor just went out. The benefactor waited for a moment. ”

The long-eyebrow monk was stunned, obviously surprised by this answer.

The little monk was stunned when he saw him, recited the Buddha's name and replied with a smile: "The benefactor of Mingxin is willing to stay for the common people, and he is not imprisoned here, so what's so strange about going out?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the long-eyebrow monk suddenly felt that the atmosphere was delicate. Qi Shenyan didn't realize it, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he hurriedly bowed to Yikong Zen Master and asked: "The younger generation Fuguang Qi Shenyan has seen the Zen master, and I bothered to ask the Zen master if he knows where my true monarch has gone?" ”

Zen Master Yikong also saluted: "This little monk doesn't know. ”

Qi Shenyan was shocked when he saw him salute, and couldn't help but look at the long-eyebrow monk beside him. The long-eyebrow monk only smiled, but the empty Zen master recited the Buddha and said: "All beings are equal, and the Qi donor and the little monk are average." ”

Qi Shenyan nodded and said, "Be taught."

Master Yikong touched the back of his shiny head and said, "Seeing that the donor is very anxious, if Master Yuantong and nephew have nothing to do, let's go to find the Mingxin donor together." "Then he lifted his feet and left the well," the little monk went to the grain field to look for it. ”

This is to personally help find someone?!

Qi Shenyan's mouth couldn't help but widen, and his face was full of astonishment. -- Why doesn't this person have the demeanor of a master? Or is this the real master?!

The long-eyebrow monk clasped his palms together and said "yes", turned to Qi Shen and said, "Lord Qi is very familiar with the Tianyin Sect, so the poor monk is lazy and does not lead the way. The poor monk went to summon a few little novices to find the true monarch of the clear heart. ”

Qi Shenyan nodded, "There is Master Lao." ”

As soon as the long-eyebrow monk turned around, Qi Shenyan's feet quickly brushed the vegetable field like the wind, and walked towards a building complex in the distance.

After searching for a long time, a spiritual light suddenly flashed in Qi Shenyan's mind. He raised his hand and patted himself on the head fiercely, smacking himself. He can send a message to Mingxin Zhenjun! At this time, I forgot about it and ran for most of the day in vain.

The messenger flew up from Qi Shenyan's hand. Following it, Qi Shenyan really saw Su Jinge's shadow.

At this moment, the twilight has arrived, and the drizzle is getting heavier.

Su Jinge was standing on top of the high bell tower at the moment. A monk dressed in a robe hurriedly climbed the bell tower, bowed to Su Jinge, and then picked up the bell hammer, hitting the bell body one after another.

The deep and deep bell rang in the rain curtain for a long time.

When Qi Shenyan climbed the bell tower, the monk who rang the bell had already left. On the bell tower, only Su Jinge remained. She stood beside the somewhat mottled pillar of red paint, her eyes looking out, not knowing what she was looking at.

Qi Shenyan has a lot of things to say, and there are many things he wants to say, and there are even more words that he doesn't want to say but slips out of his mouth. Since he went up to the bell tower, his mouth has not stopped. Su Jinge suddenly obtained a wealth of information. The urgent and trivial matters in the past, the urgent and trivial matters in the present, whether Su Jinge was interested in knowing them or not, all floated into her ears from Qi Shenyan's mouth.

For example, the disciples who were sent to other realms to form a network to bind the Zhongyuan Continent three years ago could not return, and Fuguang only had two Yuanying elders sitting at the moment, and they all hoped that Su Jinge would return as soon as possible; For example, today's monks in the Zhongyuan Continent tend to cultivate their minds; For example, in the past three years, Qingyun has recovered from the recovery of various sects, because of a soaring person, the disciples who went to join the sect and scattered cultivators the most, so among the major sects, Qingyun has recovered the fastest; For example, the position of head of Fuguang is vacant, and it is temporarily replaced by the chief deacon of the original Xihuang station; For example, in the Western Wilderness Battlefield, Qingwei Zhenjun and Wuwei Zhenren intercepted and killed a team of black-clothed monks outside the banishment stream. It was later found out that the team was going to attack Baihuamen. And Baihuamen really found a traitor. The same catastrophe as the Beast Master's Residency was avoided,......。

The rain was dripping and falling.

The night was dark.

Qi Shenyan's words were still not finished.

Su Jinge stretched out her hand in front of Qi Shenyan and flipped her palm, and a fist-sized purple spirit fruit appeared in her hand.

Qi Shenyan thanked him, took the fruit and took a big bite. The taste of the fruit is not very beautiful, but it is better than the rich juice. The fragrant and abundant juice gushed down his throat, Qi Shenyan only felt more energetic all over his body, and he wiped his mouth and continued with a colorful voice: "Speaking of the beginning, in Wangxian City, Senior Uncle Chu fought hard to the end, dismantling the dragon scale armor skirt and killing all seven black-clothed monks in the Star Picking Tower. But Uncle Chu was also at the end of the crossbow after all, and he was hit by four heavy moves at the same time, and he was nailed to the star-picking tower and couldn't move. After a long and drowsy state, I finally saw a fellow monk standing on the long street.

But Uncle Chu was hit by an evil trick and couldn't move at all, and she was seriously injured. Seeing that the same door was in front of him, he couldn't ask for help.

How did your Dao Uncle Chu finally attract the attention of that fellow disciple? ”

Su Jinge didn't expect that Chu Yingluo's situation that day was such a crisis. But she didn't come forward to check that day like in the illusion, and if no one found it in the end, ...... didn't find it. Su Jinge was a little afraid to think about it.

Qi Shenyan saw that her brows were frowning, and she didn't sell much, so she immediately said: "Senior Uncle Chu has transported all the little spiritual power left in his body to the tips of his toes. ”

Su Jinge was attracted by his words again, and was stunned when he heard this, "Toe tip? ”

"Not bad." Qi Shenyan nodded, cocked his toes and pointed, and continued with a gesture: "It's the tip of the toe." Uncle Chu used the little strength he had left, the little spiritual power he had left, to step on a tile under his toes. This caused Uncle Yuxuan to turn around.

It's just a matter of two inches,......。 ”

"You mean Duan Yuxuan of the Duan family?"

Suddenly interrupted, Qi Shenyan couldn't react a little, and said with a dumbfounded expression: "Isn't that aunt, who in Dongyao Mountain dares to have the same name as her." ”

Su Jinge's face burst into a smile again, "Yuxuan, she's married!" ”

"Yes! Speaking of Uncle Yuxuan, the ...... of Dan. Qi Shenyan stopped halfway through speaking, scratched his cheeks, and said, "Uncle Yuxuan's knot Dan, I didn't say it?" ”

Su Jinge nodded, "Obviously not." ”