"Amitabha, lay people have been waiting for a long time"

"Don't dare, master, please take a seat"

Yideng came to the lobby after doing his homework, sat down with Sun Zhenhuan, and said with a smile: "Since I said goodbye to Chongyang Zhenren back then, I don't realize that more than ten years have passed, and it is really embarrassing that things are people." Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Because of this, my generation practiced martial arts and sought Taoism, just to break the shackles of longevity, seek longevity, detachment, and be at ease." Sun Zhenhuan took a sip of tea and said lightly.

A lamp together sighed: "The Buddha said that the merit is complete, and the Tao talks about the feather and the ascension, but this is an ethereal legend after all, it is really out of reach, it is better to practice martial arts, and seek a longevity and all diseases will not invade, and it will be enough."

"The master doesn't pursue the theory of reincarnation nirvana, which is surprising to the younger generation" Sun Zhenhuan put down the teacup and looked at the lamp in surprise.

"Although the old man has escaped into Buddhism for a long time, he has never been able to let go of his body and mind to comprehend Buddhism, even if there is really reincarnation, he doesn't dare to hope for it, don't mention it" looked at Sun Zhen Xiao Cableway. Sun Zhenhuan didn't want to delay time, avoided the old things in Yideng's words, got up and arched his hand: "I don't hide it, the younger generation took the liberty to disturb today, and there is indeed something important to ask for."

Seeing that Sun Zhenhuan was about to talk about business, the Buddha beads in his hand were stirred, and he asked: "With the achievements of the layman now, whether it is martial arts or power, the old man doesn't know how to help." ”

"Master Suwen is well-informed and full of knowledge, and today, the younger generation wants to ask the master to help translate two books"

"Translating books?"

Yideng was stunned when he heard this, and the Buddha beads in his hand stopped: "Demon Immortal Sun Zhenhuan traveled thousands of miles to find me, just to translate two books?" I'm afraid it's not that simple. Yideng kept thinking in his heart, and his face was still silently closed, without saying a word.

A small sandalwood box appeared out of thin air in Sun Zhenhuan's sleeves, and fell in his hand, but this scene was not seen by a lamp, he took two steps forward and approached a lamp, opened the box in his hand, and two hardcover revised books fell into the eyes of a lamp.

The pupils of a lamp suddenly condensed, the rosary in his hand also paused, and the whole person stared at the two books with wide eyes, and the picture stopped abruptly as if it was frozen.

And the two books in the box are "Nine Yin True Scripture" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong"!

At this time, Jiaxing, thousands of miles away.

A tall and sturdy teenager, holding a group of sweaty BMWs, walking on the bustling streets, the staggered flow of people, and the endless stream of commerce and trade, dazzled the young man who grew up in the grassland away from his hometown for a long time, this young man is none other than the future hero Guo Jing.

Guo Jing Guo Jing held the red horse in his hand, looking around, he had never been to such a big city, but seeing that everything was fresh, before coming to a big hotel, he was hungry, so he tied the horse to the horse stake in front of the door, entered the store and sat down, asked for a plate of beef, two catties of flour, and ate it in a big gulp. He had a great appetite, and according to the Mongolian custom, he grabbed a handful of beef pastries and stuffed them into his mouth. I was eating happily when I heard a noise at the door of the store. He was worried about the red horse, and hurried out, only to see the red horse eating grass in a good manner. The two shopkeepers were shouting at a young man in rags and a thin body.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a swarthy torn fur hat on his head, his face and hands were full of black coal, and he had long since lost his true face, and he held a steamed bun in his hand, grinning and laughing, revealing two rows of shiny snow-white fine teeth, but it was extremely incommensurate with his whole body, and his eyes were pitch black, and he was very smart.

One of the shopkeepers shouted, "What are you doing?" Don't let me go yet? The young man said, "Okay, let's go." ”

As soon as he turned around, another shopkeeper shouted, "Put down the steamed buns." The young man put down the steamed bun as he said, but there were a few dirty handprints left on the white steamed bun, and he could no longer sell it. A fellow was furious and threw a punch, but the boy ducked.

Guo Jing saw that he was pitiful, and knew that he was hungry, so he hurriedly grabbed it to stop him, and said, "Don't be rude, count it on my account." "Pick up the steamed bun and hand it to the boy. The young man took the steamed bun and said, "This steamed bun is not well done." Poor thing, give it to you! "Throw an otter skin puppy at the door, and the puppy pounces on it and munches on it.

Guo Jing came back to his senses and entered the restaurant, and the young man also followed, sat at the same table with Guo Jing, and listened to Guo Jing with a confused face.

Guo Jing didn't know that because of his unintentional kindness, he led the young man to eat and drink with him, but it also cut off the clue of a green-robed man who was chasing the young man all the way.

"Huh? Rong'er's last trace is this Jiaxing, I can't imagine that I went around and around and finally returned to the same place...... "At the top of the highest tower in Jiaxing City, a figure stands on it, that person is dressed in a green robe, wearing a hat, it is the person in the green robe who destroyed the drunken fairy tower and killed the flying kite!"

"The last time I tried to find Rong'er to no avail, I was angry and the killer was in a hurry, and the Fengyun Inn was already a never-ending situation, so I rushed into the city, and was found by the Fengyun Inn that it was a small matter, if it was a crisis, Rong'er would not be good" The green-robed man looked up at the sun in the sky and squinted, and secretly muttered: "It's only been a long time, the Fengyun Inn should still be focusing on Jiaxing City, the sun is hanging high at the moment, it is not suitable to enter the city, after the night is over, the city defense will be doubled, and the inn is also very likely to arrange traps, but taking advantage of the cover of the night, it is more beneficial to me, You can also take the opportunity to explore the current situation of Fengyun Inn. ”

The green-robed man took off the jade flute on his waist, sat on the edge of the top of the tower, and brought the jade flute to his mouth to play a graceful tune.

"Amitabha, sin and sin ......"

The green mountains are faintly green and the water is clear, and the sandalwood in the ancient courtyard of Buddhism is far away.

The two people in the main hall, one monk and one left and one right, seemed to stand together in opposition to each other and seemed to be harmonious, and there was an inexplicable sense of anxiety in the air, and the original quiet and peaceful atmosphere was gone.

"Where did the master's sin come from?" Sun Zhenhuan seemed to be smiling.

"The Buddha said that the seven poisons and eight sufferings are the most infinitely harmful, greed, hatred, hatred, love and evil desires, and the old man has been in vain for so many years, only to have greed and lust for a moment, it seems that these years of attending Zen and worshipping the Buddha are just a waste of time, Amitabha Buddha ......"

With a light closed, he clasped his hands together and whispered and chanted to calm his stirring heart.

"The master has cause and effect in the past, and the younger generation knows a little bit about it, and the colloquial language needs to be tied to the bell. If the past is full of things in the heart, how much space is left for the next Buddha and Bodhisattva? ”

"The layman is right, there are some things that you have to face sooner or later......" Yilan sighed, and forced a smile: "Let the layman laugh, the layman will come to Lao Wei to translate the cheats, I must have learned it from Wang Zhenren's "Chongyang Codex", right?" ”

"Oh? The master knows the Codex of the Chongyang Patriarch! Sun Zhenhuan put away the box and asked curiously.

"Part of the content of Wang Zhenren's codex is what you have learned from communicating with me! This codex can not be read by the Quanzhen Sect, although the old man has not been involved in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but the name of the Demon Immortal is like thunder, the layman can now read the codex as a disciple of three generations, and he holds the humble Chuanfeng, the head of the Chongyang Seven Swords, Ma Yuzhen's mind is not difficult to guess, the future Quanzhen Sect must be in charge of the layman! ”

Sun Zhenhuan patted the long sword on his waist, and said with a smile: "The future is still far away, and grasping the present is the style of the younger generation, I don't know what the master thinks?" ”

"Amitabha, "Nine Yin True Sutra" is the supreme mastery of Taoism, and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" is the magic of Tantric Buddhism protector, how fortunate is Lao Gao to be able to witness the two divine skills with his own eyes, not to mention the translation and proofreading of Chinese! This is a great opportunity, how can the old man not follow it? Please come to the backyard ashram with the old man, the old Buddha friend Tianzhu monk has excellent medical skills, and now he also lives here, and the layman can also communicate with him about the art of Qihuang. ”

Yideng bowed slightly, stretched out his hand, and asked Sun Zhenhuan to move to the backyard, Sun Zhenhuan hugged his fists and saluted back: "Master please first"

With the lights together, he walked forward, and Sun Zhenhuan's voice behind him sounded coldly: "The younger generation believes in the character of the master, which is the gentleman's style of the scenery and the moon, these two cheats can be out of my mouth, into your ears, and not known to the third party, just like when the Chongyang Patriarch exchanged "Innate Gong" for "Yiyang Finger"!" No one in the Quanzhen Sect has learned the method of "One Yang Finger" ......"

"Buddhism also only has the old man's "Innate Gong""

Yideng and Sun Zhenhuan looked at each other and smiled, and the two disappeared into the depths of the main hall......