Chapter 247: Green Peel Melon
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After the great tribulation, many small and medium-sized sects and immortal cultivation families in the Dongyao Mountain Range lost nearly half. Those who survived were trying to recover. The Duan family, who once stomped their feet in Dongyao and was about to shake a piece of land, is now withering.
With the passage of time, the hatred of the same enemy at the beginning passed, and the rivalry that originally existed among the various families of Dongyao gradually came to the fore. There are not many remaining monks in the Duan family, and the highest cultivation is Duan Yuxuan. In the midst of many open and secret battles, it looks stormy. When everyone thought that the Duan family's qi was exhausted, Duan Yuxuan forcibly used a whip to re-stabilize the Duan family's status.
At that time, Uncle Yuxuan just waved the whip, and that group of people were all lifted into the sky. Then Uncle Yuxuan's fist swung and saw a tiny white light passing through the air. It turned out that the front teeth of the head of the royal family were knocked out. When he said this, Qi Shenyan's eyebrows couldn't help but stir, and he gestured with some excitement: "Before the head of the Wang family could say a word, he was beaten up like this." It's easy for Uncle Yuxuan to stop, and Uncle Feng is here again.
Uncle Feng's words were to stop Uncle Yuxuan from messing around, but as soon as Uncle Yuxuan replied, his words changed their taste. The two of them, one with a black face and the other with a white face, only couldn't find the north and south of the Wang family. said that they didn't discuss it, but no one believed it. β
Qi Shenyan patted his thigh and laughed enough, as if he suddenly remembered something, he shook out a small yellow wood box from the storage bag, "This is the letter that Uncle Yuxuan asked me to bring to Zhenjun in the past three years, and there are still some medicines in the box that Senior Sister Han asked me to bring." Other than that....... β
Qi Shenyan stretched out his neck, and saw through the night that there was no one under the bell tower, so he lowered his voice and said: "The message that Uncle Chu asked me to bring is the same sentence every time, no matter what the little monk says, don't listen to it." β
Su Jinge didn't know why, but he still nodded "um". She leaned down slightly, reached out and opened the wooden box. I saw that half of the box contained a wide variety of superb elixirs, and among them was an extremely rare herb. The other half of the crate is occupied by a red lacquer box. Opened the bracket on the box, and as the lid opened, what appeared in Su Jinge's eyes was not the expected jade slip, but a bundle of neatly sealed letters. The aftertaste of the pen and ink seems to be scattered in the moist air.
Unexpectedly, a person with a temperament like Duan Yuxuan actually wrote a delicate hairpin with a dot painting.
The wind blew with the rain, blowing up Su Jinge's sleeves, revealing a string of dark red and oily Buddha beads on his wrist.
Qi Shenyan recognized that it was a bead called Vajra Bodhi, and it was not a long time to break the plate and not appear such a smooth and oily pulp. Thinking that she had been in retreat and copying scriptures for three years, Qi Shenyan suddenly felt bad, and blurted out: "Zhenjun Mo doesn't want to become a monk?" β
Su Jinge raised his head, a little dazed, "Why do you say this." β
Seeing the obvious blank look on the other party's face, Qi Shenyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "The disciple understands, why does Uncle Chu have to tell the same sentence when he returns." I'm afraid she's afraid that you've really been enlightened by a Zen master. β
Su Jinge smiled, shook his head and said, "The Zen master didn't enlighten me. I copied the scriptures for the sake of transcending the dead. β
"Excess undead?" Qi Shenyan was a little stunned for a while. Since the cangwu has changed, the dead do not know the geometry. What can the living do for them other than excess? After a moment of silence, Qi Shen said, "After I go back, the disciple will also copy some scriptures." β
Qi Shenyan picked up what he thought was necessary and said for a while, and it was already dawn. After eating a spirit fruit again, Qi Shenyan bowed with a straight expression and asked, "I don't know when the true monarch can return to Fuguang?" β
After three years of retreat, Su Jinge naturally didn't just copy the scriptures. That meditation room could indeed block the karmic fire of the red lotus, and she had tried countless times in the past three years, but she still still had not completely figured out the mutation and power of the karmic fire red lotus.
Today's Zhongyuan Continent is like Dongyao Mountain, when the sentiment of hatred and hatred fades, the contradictions that originally existed between the various factions will gradually emerge. Although the various sects will be between the fact that half of Fuguang's disciples are bound to the Zhongyuan Continent in the otherworldly net, they have a lot of respect for the Fuguang Society. But after all, respectful concession is still "let".
If a sect wants to stand for a long time, only the strength of the sect is fundamental. If the strength is insufficient, the number of disciples who join the door will decrease. Without the new generation of disciples, the strength will continue to weaken. Such a vicious circle will eventually decay and perish.
Now that Fuguang has an extra Yuanying Zhenjun in charge, the situation will be very different. But she can't go back now.
The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting cooler. When I went out of the customs yesterday, I still had a conversation with Zen Master Yikong.
"Is the benefactor here to resign?"
"Exactly. There have been a lot of disturbances in the past three years. β
"The mutation benefactor of the karmic fire red lotus has already been figured out?"
"Not yet, but I can be sure that I can control the red lotus freely."
"Donors might as well give it a try."
"What does the Zen master mean?"
"The donor might as well try it on the little monk."
"No!"
"Why not try the safety of the world with me alone."
"Life is precious, and so are people in the world, and so are Zen masters. No one can try it! ββEven though the karmic fire red lotus could not hurt the Zen master before, now the red lotus has changed. What's more, even if the Zen master tried to be unharmed, it does not mean that others can also be unharmed in the face of the red lotus. This red lotus karmic fire, I don't need it from now on, it's the most appropriate. β
"Do you know that there will never be another such thing as banishment?"
Yes, there is no guarantee that there will be no more banishment. This time, the boundary barrier of the Banishing Stream blocked the Red Lotus Karma Fire. If there really is a next time,......γ It may not be so lucky, and there is another boundary barrier to stop the spread of the Red Lotus Karma Fire.
Su Jinge was silent for a long time.
When it comes to what needs her, she is more eager than Fuguang Baihuamen. Not only did the Hundred Flowers Gate disappear half of its disciples, but even the Spirit Vein Building also disappeared behind the Great Array. The situation is even more difficult.
When the Great Array was opened to close the Valley of Hundred Flowers, it was a collection of red lotus envoys and the bloodlines of the head of the hundred flowers to sacrifice together. If you want to remove the big array, I am afraid that you will also need her, the red lotus, to make the descendants present. However, when Baihuamen figured out the reason for her stay in Tianyin, she never revealed half an invitation. He left only a few letters and left the Tianyin Sect.
It was precisely because he understood too much the horror of the karmic fire red lotus that the Baihuamen was willing not to remove the big array.
Su Jinge sighed, paused and sighed again.
Seeing her depressed expression, Qi Shenyan was also depressed. I know in my heart that this time I will not be able to go back.
Su Jinge continued to stay in Tianyin, so a few days later, Qi Shenyan returned to Fuguang alone with a bag of jade slips.
Seeing Qi Shengyan's figure disappear between the clouds and shadows, Su Jinge's face was only filled with a wry smile. It is said that the higher the cultivation, the weaker the emotion, but her attachment to Fuguang is becoming more and more intense.
I don't know what kind of situation Dong Yao is at this moment.
After staring at the cloudy sky for a while, Su Jinge retracted his gaze and wandered aimlessly in the Tianyin Sect. I don't know how long I walked, but a large open space appeared in front of me. On one side of the clearing is a neat row of blue-tiled houses. Under the corner of the wall are a series of altars of different sizes and shapes.
There are large piles of green-skinned melons in the open space here. A young monk with a square face and big eyes was washing his face bitterly. Sensing Su Jinge's approach, the young monk threw away the melon that was being cleaned in his hand. Quickly wiped his hands with the cloth towel on the side, stood up and saluted her: "The little monk has seen Mingxin Zhenjun. β
Su Jinge did not leave after greeting himself, but squatted on the side and watched Jie Nian scrub those green-skinned melons. Xu is a monk's heart is pure, and the precept did not show an unnatural demeanor because of Su Jinge's existence. He only concentrated on scrubbing the green skin melon in his hands, and the more he washed the corners of his lips, the more downward the curvature became.
Su Jinge couldn't help but ask, "Why is the little master so worried?" β
Hearing this, Jienian threw away the melon in his hand and was about to get up. Su Jinge shook his hand and said, "Little master, don't be polite, let's just talk like this." Don't delay the work of the little master. β
He sat down again, picked up the melon in the basin and showed it to Su Jinge: "The little monk is worried because of this March melon. Zhenjun is a native of the Northland, Xu is not knowing, this melon ripens in March every other year in winter, so it is called March melon. Ripe March melons are crisp and luscious, and are excellent whether they are stir-fried or eaten raw. But this unripe March melon tastes sticky and astringent, and it is difficult to eat. The day before yesterday, the little novice who was guarding the land in the heavy rain was negligent, so that he broke many of the seedlings. Although the melon is not ripe, it should be cherished, and it has to be washed and eaten. β
Su Jinge finally understood the young monk's sorrows. She picked up a small melon and brought it to her lips to take a bite. Sure enough, the entrance is sticky and astringent, and the taste is even worse. Frowning slightly, Su Jinge took two more bites.
Seeing her nibbling on the green-skinned melon one bite after another, she only felt that her mouth was full of stickiness. When he thought that the true monarch in front of him would teach him something, he heard a voice in his ears, "If the little master doesn't mind, I have a good way to cook it here." β
He was stunned for a moment, then got up and saluted: "If this is the case, the little monk will be happy." β
Su Jinge nodded, "Please also ask the little master to make a basin of clean water." β
Jienian hurriedly ran to fetch a large basin of water. Su Jinge threw all the green-skinned melons that had been washed before into the basin, and found a smooth and clean log board to press on the melon. The skin of the melon is crisp and tender, and it can be broken with a slight force. After kneading and pressing repeatedly for a long time, the water in the basin is stained with melon juice, so change the basin again until the melon juice is washed away.
"Little master, is there a pot stove nearby?"
Jienian immediately pointed to the blue-tiled house on the side and said, "The stove room is here." β
As soon as the words fell, Jie Nian saw the Yuanying Zhenjun in front of him with a relaxed face and walked to the stove with the huge wooden basin.