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After the enlightenment, I held my breath and waited, and there was a vague "um" in the darkness for a long time, just a syllable, which made people feel like they were in an ice spring.

"The disciple returned this time and brought back a person. She is not a Buddhist cultivator, but an immortal cultivator. Her cultivation is already unfathomable. What puzzled the disciple was that she was still young, and she was still killing with her hands at will, but the merit on her body seemed to be stronger than that of the disciple, and she only needed to do one thing, and the good karma born in her body would be brighter than the disciple's. The disciple really wondered why she didn't need the four major emptiness and didn't need to abide by the rules and precepts, but she could still cultivate to soar. It's not fair. ”

The shadow moved, but only the eyes moved, and he opened his eyes. Those eyes were like two bright lights in the dark night, instantly illuminating Qiming's eyes. His master's eyes are even more protruding than his psychic eyes, and the master has a pair of eyes that see the past and the future.

"Years of grinding, grinding and talking, but it has not been able to grind your heart. Qiming, you're still a little impetuous. ”

"What Master taught. The disciple's heart is indeed not tenacious enough. The disciple knows his mistake. ”

"The person in your mouth is in the temple right now"

"Yes, the disciple brought her. Although the methods practiced by Buddhism and Immortals are different. But the disciple believes that everything in the world is connected. Perhaps Master can take some inspiration from her. ”

Yuan Xuan in the shadow looked into the void, his gaze seemed to penetrate the entire time and space, and he saw a very distant place, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, "Tomorrow, bring me to see me." ”

Qiming was overjoyed, answered yes, and hurriedly retreated. As he left, the door closed automatically. Qiming was very excited. The excitement is that he will learn a lot, and even if he has an epiphany, he does not know. He was very curious about the secrets that Ling Youyou possessed, and he believed that his master would be able to pry open something and let him get a glimpse of the smooth path of light.

Qiming was excited for a long time and went back to sleep. And at this moment, Ling Youyou, who was in the meditation room, suddenly opened her eyes, just now she felt a powerful aura, penetrating time and space, and possessing the power to devour everything. This force is too strong, giving her a feeling of oppression that has not appeared for a long time. Could it be that in this world where there are Buddhists, there are people who have surpassed the strength of immortals.

Ling Youyou stood up, walked out of the door, and walked in the direction where the power came from.

The night in the monastery is very quiet, and even the insects are called heart-wrenching. The stars twinkled in the night sky, like a shy girl who didn't dare to show her face in front of people.

The further you go inside, the colder the air becomes. Before you know it, the insect chirping is gone.

When Ling Youyou stood in front of a stone house, she was immediately sure that the owner of this house was the power of this world.

She stood quietly in the night, almost at one with the night. She didn't want to alarm the people inside, for fear that this meeting would bring some bad consequences to her.

She stood for a long time, and finally decided to leave. The person Qiming wanted her to see was here, and now she suddenly didn't want to see it. There was a voice inside her that told her not to come close, it was destruction.

Ling Youyou was just about to leave, when the voice that could penetrate the soul suddenly sounded, "Since you're here, why don't you meet." ”

The stone door suddenly opened, and the dark room was lit by faint candlelight. There was a man sitting cross-legged on the futon, with his back to her, motionless, but giving her a weight of Mount Tai.

Ling Youyou licked his slightly dry lips, not understanding why he was so nervous.

"Please come in." Yuan's voice was a little softer.

Ling Youyou suddenly felt very cowardly, how could this be, would she still be afraid of a monk. Secretly take a deep breath, put on an unfathomable appearance, and walk over step by step.

The fate is like a human statue, and even the breath is so light that there are almost no cherry blossoms

Ling Youyou finally walked to Yuan Xuan's side, two steps away from him, standing on the side of the futon, and what he saw was Yuan Xuan's side face.

With just one glance, Ling Youyou's heart suddenly stopped. After stopping for a few breaths, if she hadn't been an immortal, she would have suffocated herself to death.

It's him, meet again. This meeting came unexpectedly. No wonder Monk Qiming has a marriage line shining here, it turns out that he is really here. I thought that he was a pilgrim here, but I didn't expect him to be the most profound Buddhist monk in this world.

The four are empty, and the monk with profound Buddhism will feel when he sees her, a destined calamity. Will it be seen through directly, and then, will it be to cooperate into the pit, or to resist hard

Ling Youyou didn't continue to think about it, she had never liked to figure out other thoughts, especially his. I took a futon and sat down beside Yuanzhi.

Green lanterns, ancient Buddhas, yellow scrolls, simple living rooms. Who would have thought that a person with the ability to control the rise and fall of the situation would actually live such a simple life.

Also, when you reach a peak that no one else can reach, everything that the world seeks will be no different from a milk cloud in your eyes.

silent

There was a long silence.

The candlelight is always bright and extinguished, no stronger and no silence, just like the wind and clouds in this world, unpredictable, you never know what the next moment will be like.

She looked at the familiar face, thinking about the scenes of past encounters, and her lips were full of smiles. Why think about the misfortunes of the past, just think about the good, keep a happy heart, and face the new.

Her heart can be full of holes, but she can't let him see it, those pains are for herself, she can only save them for herself, brewing a jar of heart-rending wine, tasting alone, no need to share.

It's like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, smiling at the world in front of him, and what is hidden in his heart will never be known to outsiders.

"You're grieving."

Yuan Xuan suddenly spoke, although he didn't open his eyes, he could clearly feel the deep pain in the hearts of the people around him. Only by experiencing pain can the exterior be extremely hard, and the scars on the inside will not be revealed to anyone. And he has a seven-trick psychic heart, without eyes or words, he knows the good and evil of people's hearts, and the truth and falsehood of human feelings.

"The Master Minds"

"Don't mind."

"That's good."

If others listen to such a conversation, they will be puzzled, because they will not understand the true meaning of what they are saying.

Yuan Xuan is still as immobile as a bell, "You are the person brought back by Qiming." ”

It's almost an affirmative sentence.

"The monk is very interesting."

Silence is extinguished.

Ling Youyou raised his sleeve and brushed it on the table, and there was a pot of tea, and two white jade cups appeared. She lifted the pot to brew, the fragrance of tea wafted, and suddenly a room was fragrant.

"Master, please use tea."

There was no pretension at all, he accurately caught the teacup and took a sip, the temperature of the tea was just right.

"Where does the donor come from?"

"From your world."

The face of the fate is still solemn, "Donor, where will you go?"

"Go to your world."

Yuan Xuan put down the teacup, and the cup was empty.

"Good tea."

Ling Youyou made him another glass, "It's the taste you like." ”，，，

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