The bright moon was still there.

It's just that the old man is gone.

The lark's mind was in a trance for a moment, and soon regained its calm.

He was in the soul of Master Fuyan, one by one, peeling off the cocoon, pulling apart, experimenting with his own ideas one by one, everyone's soul composition is not comprehensible, if you want to cure the disease in the Chinese medicine of the soul, it is like asking for directions in the labyrinth.

The "labyrinth" of Master Fuyan's divine soul was not difficult to walk, and the lark quickly found the right way.

What he has to do is accumulate experience.

After the small half-column incense -

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

The lark's expression softened a little.

The soul is damaged, and some people will never speak again in their lives...... There is nothing wrong with this reaction, and there is nothing wrong with your own approach.

Sure enough, as I expected.

The soul thought circled around his body, the lark's eyes became solemn, he still maintained the action of putting five fingers on his back, but the middle-aged man in front of him tried his best to break the silence, first with his fingertips, and then with his wrists, dense and rapid tremors, and finally gathered to his neck, he turned his head with difficulty, and said astringently.

"Sir...... You're the one who saved me?"

......

......

The young man in green shirt who was anxiously waiting outside the bamboo building, did not dare to speak out, he had been dependent on the master since he was a child, there was no stable residence, the east was so big, he traveled everywhere, his parents abandoned him, the master picked up himself crying in swaddling clothes, and the only reliance in this world was only the master.

The "Bathing Buddha Festival" is held at Xiaoleiyin Temple.

It coincided with the controversy over the Zen law.

Master and himself traveled to Mingsha Mountain in April, and because of the travel, most of the temples were actually unwilling to take in too many ascetics who were only taking a short break and were destined to leave.

Only the small Leiyin Temple, in April, accommodates tourists, scattered monks-

And this decision to participate in the big competition is also the meaning of the master.

Fuyan actually didn't understand, why the master insisted on going to the stage to compete, what kind of means the southern Shura is, with the master's cultivation, it may not be weak, but there is almost no chance of winning.

Thoughts flipped and boiled.

There was a sound in the bamboo building to get up slowly, stumbling, and finally the lark helped the middle-aged man, slowly walked out of the bamboo building, and stood in the moonlight.

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

"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 senses, there will be soberness halfway, don't be noisy, avoid noise, and soon he will continue to 'sleep'......" The lark's face is also a little pale, using his divine thoughts, for him, it is quite expensive, he said slowly: "Your name is 'Puyan', but there is a separate residence, if not, when you leave the Crescent Mountain, report the name of 'Pure Lotus', and let someone arrange it for you." ”

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

Puyan took over his master, and it was already a thousand and ten thousand thanks, lifting the heavy person, still bending down and bowing, his voice trembled, and he said gratefully: "Thank you Mr. Skylark, thank you Mr. Skylark...... Pumice can't be repaid......"

"Nothing. The lark smiled and waved his hand.

Pu Yan pursed his lips, and extremely keenly caught that his master seemed to be still asleep, and asked cautiously

Said: "Did Master wake up before?"

The lark nodded.

The expression was a little worried, more like hesitation.

He looked at the young man in green shirts, and finally spoke: "Your master, I hope you can find a stable place to live, and stop wandering around with him, wandering and cultivating, it seems to be free and indifferent, but in fact, duckweed has no roots, which is unfair to you......"

Pumice was slightly stunned.

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

"If you want to live better, I can also help you arrange it, ask for the help of 'Pure Lotus', and find a pure place to chant Buddha, it is not difficult. ”

The lark folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows, and finished the hesitant words.

Actually, he knows it very well.

He is not familiar with that Mr. Jinglian, but he knows a lot of people, whether it is Mr. Ning or that Senior Brother Jinglian, they are all very good people, and they will do their best to help when they encounter this matter.

After saying this, he noticed that the "pumice rock" on the opposite side even began to tremble.

The lark became confused.

The young man in the green shirt spoke abruptly, and said slowly: "Mr. Xie is kind." I...... Very good. ”

The boy struggled to lower his head so that his face would not be revealed, but the voice in his throat was already choking.

Pu Yan knew why his master was working so hard.

Bathing Buddha puja, many big people in Lingshan have paid attention.

Master is afraid that he will have a bumpy future...... Take this opportunity to find a place for yourself.

He took a deep breath, quickly turned around, and left with the master, and when he was about to leave Crescent Mountain, there were a few more figures in the shadow in front of him, he raised his head, bowed with a very low attitude, took advantage of the situation and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and left quickly with the middle-aged man.

Song Yiren glanced back at his back: "The boy in the Xiaoyushan Dojo in the morning." ”

Ning Yi naturally won't forget, he understood the story as soon as he thought about it.

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

"Are you back?what have you been through, how can the breath be like this?" The lark greeted him, he looked at Ning Yi and the three of them, his qi fluctuated, although he had not practiced, but the realm of the Divine Soul Technique was quite high, and he captured this detail.

Song Yiren exchanged glances with Ning Yi, and did not hide it, "The four people in the lonely sky are dead, and they are involved in the 'Eastern Realm', and there are already ghost cultivators in Mingsha Mountain. ”

The lark's expression became quite surprised.

Silent ...... The guy you fought in the morning?

He's dead?

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

The lark fell silent for a moment, and only after a moment did he say in a deep voice: "I didn't want to hurt him so deeply, it's just ...... At the time of the god-soul duel, I couldn't stop it, and Master seemed to have given me something powerful, and I was just beginning to control it. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

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

The wind gradually rose, the moonlight gathered, and the lines of the palm twisted and rippled.

The curling soul thoughts, above its back, outline a general image, with large sleeves fluttering and clothes flying.

"Master of Dust Suppression?" Ning Yi felt the drastic change in the lark's soul, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

Forced.

The wind stops, and the moon stops.

The lark let out a breath

, his eyebrows were already extremely sour, and he calmly elaborated on his induction, "At the beginning of the mind, there were infinite soul thoughts for his own use, like a vast sea, the master's will seemed to have been blessing me, in the Xiaoyu Mountain Dojo, I didn't fight back, just released the sea of gods, ready to defend myself, and the silent sky crashed up...... And it became like this. ”

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

Looking at this teenager, it's like looking at half a monster.

Song Yiren has never known the lark's master, but the scene just now made him guess the existence of a certain person.

This young master's master is definitely a great Buddhist master.

Pei Ling is known as the "sword treasure", and the sword relics left by Pei Min have endless sword qi as long as they are used.

And this one called "Skylark", what the master left him was an endless "soul treasure".

In the Spirit Mountain, there are very few people who practice soul thoughts, and the most powerful one is undoubtedly the Void Cloud Master, in addition, there is only one person in the Spirit Mountain who can have soul thoughts of this scale for hundreds of years.

"Your Master...... Is it to quit dusting?"

The lark shuddered, and he looked at the "Pure Lotus".

Song Yiren's words, although there were some doubts, did not have any uncertain meaning, more like an exclamation of disbelief, he muttered: "Decades ago, the master of the dust cessation left Lingshan, and no one knew what the dust was leaving for, except for the ancestor, no one knew what the dust was leaving for...... It is also not known where he went and whether he left a successor. The master once said that among the three disciples, each learned a skill from him, and each has its own strengths, and the Jiechen under the seat is the best at it...... It is the art of the 'divine soul'. ”

He looked at the lark and immediately understood the reason why Ning Yi helped the young man.

If it is a disciple of Qu Chen, then when the master is in retreat, he can help Miss Pei heal her injuries...... At this point, the idea suddenly became clear.

Song Yiren said with a smile: "No wonder today's Xiaoyushan Dojo is so embarrassed. ”

I see.

It's all understood.

It has been pointed out, and the lark is no longer dodging, he bowed generously and admitted: "Master is indeed quitting dust. ”

There was a pause.

He said with a gloomy expression: "It's just ...... In the future, he took the Dharma name, and he lived in the world for a long time, and this time he came to Dongtu to fulfill his wish for the master. ”

Song Yiren returned the salute and said softly: "Even so, you and I are also equal, and it is ...... to call me 'Senior Brother Jinglian' The dispute of Zen law, no matter what the result is, I will take you back to Lingshan and see the ancestor. I searched up and down the spiritual mountain, but to no avail, and my father was also puzzled...... Over the years, what did Uncle Jiechen leave Lingshan for? ”

He looked at the boy, hoping for 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 mist.

His folded palms slowly relaxed.

own master...... I told myself a lot about the past, but there were some things that I didn't want to explain.

Leave Lingshan.

For what.

He lowered his head and remembered the scene of Master's difficult trek in the desert.

He had asked a similar question.

Settle in the desert yellow sand, why do you want.

He remembered those two words that Master had said.

"For the sake of ...... Sermon. ”

"To prove one's own word. ”