The three grades above the rivers and lakes have only entered the stream, and only when they reach the second grade can they be worthy of the word master, as for the peerless masters of the first grade, few of them walk around the rivers and lakes, and they can't usually be touched at all.

If the news that Zeng Qingyi touched the line of the second grade at the age of seventeen spreads, I am afraid that there will be an uproar in the rivers and lakes.

The leaders of the disciples of the four major sects have not yet appeared in the rivers and lakes, and no one knows what their strength is, if they meet Zeng Qingyi, who is stronger, Xu Mingyuan thinks that this will be an interesting thing when he thinks about it.

Although the ten classics have been lost like this, Xu Mingyuan does not feel heartache to be able to understand the difference between the second and third grades in such detail. In the future, if you meet a second-grade master, you will not be unprepared.

It seems that the top three products rely on understanding, and this sentence is really not wrong at all. The hunchbacked old man among the six monsters in southern Sichuan has been trapped in Sanpin for decades, and he is still unable to move an inch. And Zeng Qingyi has only taken a year, and he has already seen the line of the second grade, and it is estimated that it will not be long before he can really break through the second grade.

Although he couldn't learn Zeng Qingyi's subtle technique, Xu Mingyuan still asked a lot of questions about borrowing momentum, as well as questions about the sword qi at the time of the third grade.

Zeng Qingyi only used a sword to produce one sword, and one sword can be used as ten thousand swords, and the sword aura is endless, very strong and unique.

Pingbai got ten ancient books, Zeng Qingyi is also in a good mood, naturally knows everything, and says everything. Not only did she tell Xu Mingyuan all the second-grade sword momentum perceptions she had just touched, but she also told Xu Mingyuan in detail about the perception and use of sword qi.

After listening to Zeng Qingyi's words, Xu Mingyuan can be said to have been empowered, some things that he couldn't understand were clear at once, and he also had a general direction for the sword momentum.

Zeng Qingyi is indeed a demon, Xu Mingyuan even thinks that if she enters the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the biggest opponent of the disciples of the four major sects will be born like this.

However, Zeng Qingyi's status is too high, and she has no competitive heart, at most, she has more curiosity and a lively heart, if she really wants her to compete for the first place in the world, she is too lazy to take care of it.

Tibetan ancient temple in the mountains, cornices are now flying among the trees.

The two talked all the way, and before they knew it, a large temple had appeared in front of them.

The temple door is written with three simple characters of Changle Temple, there are couplets on both sides, and it is written: Mango shoes step all over the leading cloud and ask where the person is; Tin Zhan waved the sky and pointed to the moon and forgot about it.

Jorakuji Temple and Erta Temple are equally famous and are known as the twin peaks of Buddhism.

However, compared with the two pagoda temples, which are among the four major schools of the rivers and lakes, Changle Temple is more inclined to promote Buddhism and help the world. Although it has been inherited for hundreds of years, there has never been any person who shook the martial arts, but it still has the reputation of "the first day of Xichuan", which shows the status of Changle Temple in the minds of Buddhist believers.

And it is said that when Mr. Yunji was famous, he once said such a sentence: "A monk should be like a monk, chanting scriptures well, and when it is time to purify all sentient beings, he will purify all sentient beings, like the monk of Changle Temple will do well, and the Erta Temple may have forgotten that it is a temple." ”

This was widely spread back then, and it did not save face for the Erta Temple, and it raised the status of Changle Temple, but no one came out to refute the Erta Temple. At that time, the leader of the disciples of the three major sects died overnight, and only one monk of the Erta Temple remained, but he did not appear in the rivers and lakes later.

Xu Mingyuan and Zeng Qingyi smiled at a middle-aged monk who walked out of the temple gate and bowed with his hands together, and the monk also smiled and returned the salute, and then walked towards the bottom of the mountain road without hurrying, compassionate and at ease.

Changle Temple is quite large, a temple along the mountain slopes to build, there are more than 1,000 monks. The temple is divided into upper and lower temples, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Maitreya Palace, the Tianwang Palace, the Three Eunuch Towers, the East and West Wings, the Tibetan Scripture Building, the bells and drums, etc., are scattered, each hall is towering and scattered, the heavy eaves fly pavilion, the poems and paintings shine, solemn and solemn.

Xu Mingyuan and Zeng Qingyi entered the temple, walked through the halls with all the pilgrims, and bowed with their hands together from time to time. The sound of wooden fish coming from nowhere is calming, the smoke of incense, and the meticulous kowtowing of those pious pilgrims are also moving.

Although Xu Mingyuan doesn't believe in the gods and Buddhas, he still has a sense of awe for it, just like the statue of Laojun in the Taoist temple on Micang Mountain, Xu Mingyuan will still wipe it, but ask for peace of mind.

Zeng Qingyi is much more pious than Xu Mingyuan, as soon as he entered the temple, he didn't open his mouth to talk to Xu Mingyuan, and every time he walked by a Buddha statue, he had to worship seriously, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes closed.

Xu Mingyuan followed her all the way to the place where the lot was drawn, Zeng Qingyi turned his head to look at him and asked, "Stupid Mingyuan, do you want to draw lots?" ”

Xu Mingyuan shook his head with a smile and said, "I won't smoke it, I'm afraid that I will be smoked by the master when I go back." ”

Zeng Qingyi should have thought of the identity of Xu Mingyuan and his master, and he also smiled, turned around and picked up the stick holder full of bamboo sticks, knelt in front of the futon, closed his eyes and recited silently for a while before starting to shake the lots.

Xu Mingyuan looked at Zeng Qingyi, who was kneeling in front of the futon reverently, at this moment she was like a young lady from a family, no longer the demonic genius who could shock the rivers and lakes with a sword.

Although it can shock the rivers and lakes, why do you need to enter the rivers and lakes, Xu Mingyuan thinks that this is also very good, the rivers and lakes are not easy to travel, let a simple woman like Zeng Qingyi step in, he is not very relieved.

The bamboo skewer shook in the holder, and a bamboo skewer fell out of the holder and fell to the ground.

Zeng Qingyi opened her eyes, put the stick holder aside, reached out and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground, and looked at the sign on the bamboo stick, but she was slightly stunned.

"What a sign." Xu Mingyuan poked his head over and asked softly.

"Don't look at it." Zeng Qingyi, who was a little distracted, came back to her senses, stretched out a finger to cover the words on the bamboo stick, glanced at Xu Mingyuan, and stood up.

"If you don't look at it, you won't watch it." Xu Mingyuan smiled and got out of the way, but he didn't care about Zeng Qingyi's stingy behavior.

After drawing lots, the place to unsign was not far away, and on a gray futon sat an old monk wearing a jade robe and a green and light red robe.

The old monk's two long eyebrows were as white as frost, his eyebrows were kind, his robe was a little white, and he was holding a string of Bodhi prayer beads in his hand and slowly turning.

The old monk smiled and took the bamboo stick handed by Zeng Qingyi and glanced at it, then glanced at Xu Mingyuan, handed the bamboo stick back to Zeng Qingyi, and said with a smile: "The donor has asked the Buddha eight years ago, and the answer today is the same as that day, this is fate." ”

Xu Mingyuan looked at the old monk in front of him, and vaguely remembered that when he and Zeng Qingyi went up the mountain for the first time, Zeng Qingyi shook a lot, which was also the old monk's sign. Unexpectedly, ten years have passed, and both of them have grown up, and this old monk still remembers them.

However, he didn't know what Zeng Qingyi drew that day, and he didn't hear half of what the old monk said back then, so he was a little confused when he heard the old monk's words at this time.

Looking at the robe on the old monk's body, he should be a person with a very high rank in the temple, and he does have a compassionate appearance. In contrast, his master occupies the Taoist temple on Micang Mountain, drinks wine and eats meat, how can there be any immortal wind bones.

"Master Xie unsigned." When Zeng Qingyi heard this, he folded his hands and saluted the old monk, and Xu Mingyuan also bowed.

"This benefactor, the poor monk looks at your eyebrows and has a depression, but you have been a little restless recently?" The old monk smiled and nodded, then looked at Xu Mingyuan and said.

Hearing this, Xu Mingyuan thought about it, nodded slightly, and said: "Saving one person and killing three people, although I have let go in my heart, I still think about it sometimes, and I hope that the master will solve his doubts." ”

"It's not easy to let go, I look at the donor's rude Buddha's heart, but there is no blasphemy Buddha's intention, there is no magic medicine in the temple, but there are a lot of scriptures, if the donor does not dislike, this scripture can be taken back to look through and read, copy a copy of the scriptures in your spare time, you can have peace of mind." The old monk took out the scripture from his wide sleeve and handed it to Xu Mingyuan.

Xu Mingyuan took the scripture and looked down at it, it was the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra". This scripture is widely circulated in Buddhism, and Xu Mingyuan has also heard of it. Anyway, he is also half a Taoist, so he has not been exposed to any Buddhist scriptures before.

However, this old monk can see at a glance that he is restless, and he must have his own uniqueness, and the reputation of Changle Temple is prosperous, how can there be no masters. Xu Mingyuan accepted the Buddhist scriptures, clasped his hands together and said seriously: "Xiaosheng thanked the master, and dared to ask the master's number." ”

At this moment, a little monk dressed in a blue monk's robe and a light red robe walked slowly, and when he saw the old monk talking with Xu Mingyuan and Zeng Qingyi, he stopped three steps away.

The old monk glanced at the little monk slightly, then looked at Xu Mingyuan with a smile and said: "The poor monk's name is Xuanjue, it's almost noon, the two donors can eat vegetarian food in the temple and then go down the mountain, let Jishi take the two of them over." ”

"Master Xie Xuanjue." Xu Mingyuan thanked him again, and then looked at the little monk.

The little monk is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows and a quiet expression, and he has a hundred and eight Xingyue Bodhi Zi prayer beads wrapped in his hand, although he has a bright bald head, he still makes people have to sigh beautifully.

This is a beautiful little monk, this is the idea that popped up in Xu Mingyuan's heart when he saw Jishi for the first time. Judging from Zeng Qingyi's appreciative gaze, her feeling should be similar to Xu Mingyuan's.

"Then there is Master Lao." Xu Mingyuan clasped his hands together and said to the little monk with a smile. He was also a little surprised by the seniority of the two masters and apprentices, you must know that the Xuanzi generation is extremely high in Buddhism, and I am afraid that there are only the number of hands in the world. And the Ji character generation is only below the Xuanzi generation, and most of them are old monks who are close to ancient times, but I didn't expect this little monk to be a monk of the Ji character generation.

"Two donors, please come with me." The little monk of Jishi also folded his hands and said, looking at the two of them, compassionate and quiet, even when he looked at Zeng Qingyi, he did not make any waves.

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