On a remote trail near Zhenlong Mountain, a pair of monks walked on foot.

The older monk looked to be in his forties, holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and he was full of majesty.

The slightly younger monk was about twenty years old, and he looked very handsome, if he hadn't become a monk, he would definitely be a handsome boy in the wind.

Strangely, the young monk held a flask in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.

Drinking wine and eating meat is a taboo for monks, but he ignores it.

After the young monk finished eating the chicken legs, he threw the bones in his hand to the side of the road, raised his head and poured a large sip of wine, wiped his mouth and smiled: "Happy!"

The older monk did not squint, folded his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name.

The young monk glanced at him and asked with a smile: "Old monk Zhou, life is short, why do you have to be pure and have few desires to embarrass yourself, like me, drink wine and eat meat, isn't this happy?"

The middle-aged monk with the Dharma name Huiguang said a Zen saying: "Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, if the heart does not move, people will not move, and if they do not move, they will not hurt; if the heart moves, people will move recklessly, and they will hurt their bodies and bones, Amitabha." ”

When the young monk heard him playing against him, he had a headache and said impatiently: "Zhou Yan, I don't understand what you said, and I don't want to understand it." ”

Then, he asked a little puzzled: "Old Zhou, tell me, my father asked me to go to you to be a monk for three years, and now two years have passed, why did he suddenly let me come to Zhenlongshan, a broken place?"

Monk Huiguang looked at the Zhenlong Mountain, which was full of spiritual energy, and replied: "There is a real dragon dormant here, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince practices here, he will definitely have good luck, and he will also add a bit of national luck to the Western Liberation Kingdom." ”

After the young monk became a monk, he did not take the Dharma name and Dharma name, and still used his original name, Huangfu Yao.

Huangfu raised his head and took a sip of wine, then touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "Hey, my father and his old man are really good at calculating." ”

Monk Huiguang reminded him: "His Royal Highness the Prince, this is not the territory of the Lingquan Sect, be cautious in your words and deeds!"

Huang Fu Yao said disapprerovingly: "Be cautious, Lao Tzu has been in your broken temple for two years, it's like being under house arrest, if it weren't for the fact that I can't beat you, do you think I will scold you?"

Monk Huiguang recited the Buddha's name helplessly, and no longer paid attention to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince beside him.

The two walked for three or four miles, and Huangfu suddenly stopped and swung his arm several times.

With a chirp, he threw the empty flask several feet away and fell into a dense forest.

A flock of birds, resting in the woods, were frightened and flapped their wings.

Huangfu smiled, pinched his waist and asked, "Zhou Yan, you said I threw it far away?"

Monk Huiguang is not good at sycophancy, and replied: "If His Highness's realm is higher, maybe he can throw it farther." ”

Huangfu immediately shrugged his head and said listlessly: "Hey, do you think I don't want to make my realm higher? It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. ”

Whether it is the Western Liberation Kingdom, the Northern Confucian Kingdom, or the Southern Daoist Kingdom, members of the royal family are not allowed to cultivate the realm above the Condensing Realm.

If there is a prince and grandson who quietly cultivates the realm above the condensing realm, the higher the realm, then the royal luck of the royal family where he is located will be weakened, and when the royal luck is absorbed by him, that is, when the country is destroyed.

Therefore, every once in a while, the saints of the three religions would inspect the realm of the princes and grandchildren.

Not only that, but the emperors of various countries will also order the qi practitioners of the Qin Tianjian to always pay attention to the every move of the princes and grandchildren, and if there is any abnormality, whether it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince or other royal highnesses, they can be cut first and then played.

Even if the emperor does anything wrong, he will not dare to exceed half a point in this matter.

Thinking of this, he kicked a stone on the road with some annoyance and asked, "Old monk, how high is your realm?"

Monk Huiguang clasped his hands together and said ambiguously: "It's not low, it's not high." ”

Huang Fu asked again: "Then can you fight with the sword?" I heard that as long as the realm is cultivated to a certain level, the monk can fight with the sword. ”

Huiguang shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't know how to resist the sword. ”

Huangfu sighed and said, "In this way, your realm is not high, and when you will be able to fight with the sword one day, that is the real master." ”

Huiguang didn't contradict him, just pressed a hand on his shoulder, then took a deep breath and stomped his feet to the ground.

In an instant, two figures rose from the ground, flying towards Zhenlong Mountain in the wind.

The emperor looked at the trees flying by under his feet, and his face was bloodless with fright.

Monk Huiguang smiled and replied, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the poor monk can't resist the sword, but he can resist the wind." ”

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sent Song Zhishu to the vicinity of Zhenlong Mountain, and Nangong Yu and his wife said goodbye.

On the one hand, they have completed the task assigned by Shangzong and sent His Royal Highness Song Zhishu, the prince of the Southern Dao Kingdom, to their destination safely.

On the other hand, even without them, Song Zhishu still has Feng Kang by his side.

That was a great monk of the Yuan Infant Realm, and with him by his side to protect Song Zhishu, he was much more reliable than the two Dongfu Realm monks.

Song Zhishu didn't keep them, but just said lightly: "It's hard work." Then he turned and walked into the distance.

Feng Kang came to Nangong Yu and his wife, took off the hat on his head, hugged his fists and said, "I deliberately concealed my identity before, and I also asked the sect master and Guo Daxia to bear with me." ”

Nangong Yu was no longer as cold as usual, but changed his extremely rare smile and replied: "Over the years, I have really wronged Elder Feng, if Nangong Yu knew earlier that Elder Feng was the master of the Yuan Infant Realm, not to mention the deacon elder, who was the Sect Master of Ziwei Sect, Nangong Yu was also willing to give up to Elder Feng. ”

Feng Kang hurriedly bent down and hugged his fists and said: "Sect Master Nangong, this kind of joke can't be made, Feng is just living a few more years, so he can get lucky to be among the Yuan Infant Realm." The cultivation qualifications of Sect Master Nangong and Guo Daxia are much better than those of Feng someone, and Feng someone dares to pat his chest and guarantee that within a hundred years, Sect Master Nangong and Guo Daxia will be able to successfully enter the Yuan Infant Realm. ”

Nangong Yu saw that Feng Kang did not believe that his realm was high, so he put it on the shelf in front of him, and his impression of him was much better all of a sudden.

"To borrow Elder Feng's auspicious words, if he is free in the future, Elder Feng can come to Ziwei Sect at any time to be a guest and say goodbye. ”

Guo Xun has always been silent, and when he saw his wife leaving, he hugged his fist at Feng Kang and said: "The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever." ”

Feng Kang also clasped his fists at him and said, "Take care all the way." ”

The girl Nangong Yan looked at Song Zhishu's back, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say a word.

Soon, a horse-drawn carriage traveled from west to east, returning to Julu County the same way.

From beginning to end, Song Zhishu never turned to look at Nangong Yan.

It's just that in his hand, he is tightly holding the jade pendant that Nangong Yan gave him.

When the carriage completely disappeared at the end of the official road, Song Zhishu muttered to himself: "Miss Nangong, take care all the way." ”

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