"Exactly. ”

Liao Ping raised his eyebrows slightly: "Dao Chang is just on the side?"

"It's just the right time, I don't want to offend, and I ask Mr. Takiyama to forgive me. The young Taoist priest replied.

"Is the Dao Leader going to walk with me?" asked Liao Ping.

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "On the contrary, the poor Taoist is here to persuade Mr. not to be busy traveling eastward." ”

Liao Ping's face was unfazed: "So, the Taoist knows where my classmate is? Could it be that he offended the Taiqing Palace?"

The young Taoist priest said: "Mr. Takiyama misunderstood, Poor Dao doesn't know where Mr. Takiyama's classmates are, and this matter has nothing to do with Poor Daoist Master, Poor Dao is simply because he cares about Mr., so he reminds him." ”

Liao Ping nodded: "Please also ask the Taoist chief to make it clear." ”

"In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, there were three cultivators of the Ninth Realm before, but now, without exception, all of them were lost in Chang'an City, and their lives and deaths are unknown. The young Taoist priest said.

Liao Ping was not surprised: "The Daoist wants to tell the poor Dao that there may be people above the Ninth Realm in Chang'an City?"

If it was the siege of the Ninth Realm that caused the defeat of Tang Wang and the others, Liao Ping actually didn't care too much.

Only people who are like him, or even cultivate to a strength higher than him, can attract his attention.

However, he was born in Jiufeng Academy and has a wonderful inheritance.

Generally speaking, even if people are in the same realm as him, many people can't beat him.

"It's not impossible. The young Taoist priest said: "At present, there is very little knowledge about Chang'an, and I don't know if people from other sects want to operate in Eastern Xinjiang. ”

When Liao Ping heard this, his eyes were slightly solemn: "What the Taoist chief said, it is indeed possible." ”

He looked the young Taoist priest in front of him up and down: "However, listening to the meaning of the Taoist chief, it seems that he also has an interest in this Chang'an?"

"In the land of the old Tang Dynasty, there is an old friend who has lost his trace because of Chang'an, and he doesn't know whether he lives or dies. The young Taoist priest replied.

"I see. ”

Liao Ping bowed his head: "It's my classmate, whether he is still in the land of the Eastern Tang Dynasty at the moment, I don't know yet, I was almost reckless, but fortunately I was reminded by the Taoist." ”

"Mr. Takiyama is polite. The young Taoist priest said.

Liao Ping continued to ask, "What is the Dao Chief's plan to do next?"

"Try to find out the roots of Chang'an first, and then make a decision. The young Taoist priest replied.

Liao Ping bowed his head: "I'll go to the eastern border outside Chang'an to look for it, if I don't find it, then go back to Chang'an, if the Taoist chief finds anything about Chang'an, please don't hesitate to tell me." ”

"Definitely, definitely. The young Taoist priest said.

Liao Ping nodded, took out the paper with him, and then picked up the pen and wrote on it.

When he finished, he gently blew dry the ink and handed the paper to the young Taoist priest.

"Seeing the words is like the face. ”

The Taoist priest nodded, and the other party's ink treasure was under his hand.

The two said goodbye, Liao Ping left, and sure enough, he didn't continue all the way east to Chang'an.

He first turned south, heading to the Western Chu Dynasty in the south of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The young Taoist priest watched the other party leave, then turned his gaze to the east, looked in the direction of Chang'an, and was silent in thought.

At the same time, in the Chang'an territory, there are two monks, one large and one small, flying into Chang'an City.

As soon as they entered the second outer city, they landed and walked on the ground.

The rules of Chang'an, except for a few people who have been authorized by His Majesty, are forbidden to fly within the scope of the second outer city.

The young, still childish monk landed, turned around and often flew into the air by himself, and then looked at the solid ground under his feet, and couldn't help but look at his face full of incredulity.

Beside him, the elder but still a young monk Huiming smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Senior brother, I'll fly too......"

The little monk Yongse was a little dazed: "In the past, I envied Master and them, and Senior Brother You can fly in the sky, that is, I just thought, if only one day I could fly freely in the sky like a bird." ”

He came to Chang'an, and it was the old monk Faxin who took him away.

After that, it was when Huiming and the others flew away, they took him with them.

But now, when he returned to Chang'an from Tonglu County in the southwest, he relied on his own cultivation and flew back alone.

Hui Ming smiled and said, "You have already cultivated in the sixth realm, so you can naturally fly in the air." ”

Yongse raised his hands and touched his little bald head: "But I don't really understand why I suddenly became the sixth realm......

Hui Ming said seriously: "There is no need to be confused, you just need to remember that for us Buddhist disciples, saving people is the greatest compassion. ”

Yongse seemed to understand: "It seems that I didn't think too much about it at the time, I just hoped that those injured people wouldn't die......"

"All living beings suffer, and so do you and me, seeing the clarity of the mind, saving others and saving ourselves, for us, compassion is part of the practice. Hui Ming said.

The little monk Yongse whispered: "Senior brother, you are not the same as what the master said, the master said, those who believe in my Buddha, my Buddha is compassionate, my Buddhist disciples uphold the Dharma to rescue, and those who do not believe in my Buddha, compassion will only plant evil obstacles......"

Hui Ming smiled: "You grow up slowly, practice slowly, you can compare the two sayings by yourself, and finally come to your own answer, the Buddha said that seeing the clarity of the mind, everyone can become a Buddha, this is the truth." ”

"Oh. "Yongse dotted the little brain melon.

Two monks, one big and one small, chatted while walking towards the inner city of Chang'an.

When they arrived at the Tianshu Palace, after seeing Mr. Wuyun, they saluted together: "Sir." ”

Mr. Wuyun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, glanced at the two of them up and down, and bowed slightly: "Yes, as far as Buddhism is concerned, you are all people with wisdom roots. ”

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dacheng Lord himself wanted to scratch the wall with envy.

The practice of Confucianism and Buddhism is cool!

If you say a breakthrough, you will break through, and if you say you will improve, you will improve.

There may even be a situation where Shen Herong had seven realms a day back then, and the little monk Yongse now has six realms a day.

There's really no place to reason.

It's too much!

It's so damning!

It's so enviable......

Zhang Dongyun sighed, he could only endanger himself, this thing is purely talented, there are so many practitioners in Buddhism and Confucianism, and it is also rare to be like the little monk of Yongse.

Moreover, this little guy is happy to break through to the sixth realm at one time, but he will go to the seventh realm next, but he can't tell when.

In case of heart disorder, it is not impossible to be stuck in the current realm for the rest of your life......

But he's still so enviable!

Zhang Dongyun hid his face and sighed.

The Mr. Dark Cloud projected by him was not shocked.

"Sir, it's over. Hui Ming saluted Mr. Wuyun.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "Sir, the poor monk didn't chase after him at that time, but it seems that there are other masters in the city, right?"

Mr. Dark Cloud said, "Yes. ”

Looking at the young monk who wanted to speak and stopped, Mr. Wuyun said indifferently: "The enemy who came to attack, the leader, has been ambushed. ”

When Monk Huiming heard this, his breathing was slightly short, and he fell into silence.

Mr. Wuyun's tone was indifferent: "You let them live, it is the compassion of Buddhism, and it is to hope that they will change."

But they won't, when Xichu makes a comeback, the people under my Chang'an rule will suffer from war again. ”

Huiming sighed: "They are dead, the Western Chu Dynasty will not give up, the war will definitely come again, when will the grievances be retributed......

"The reporting party is dead, naturally. ”

Mr. Wuyun's tone was calm, but the two monks, Huiming and Yongse, suddenly felt a bloody wind and bloody rain rushing towards him.

"Sir, this is sure that it must be the other party who will die, so he is going to make this plan, right?"

Monk Huiming's tone became solemn.

Facing the unfathomable Mr. Wuyun and Chang'an City, he rarely showed disrespect: "Why do you have to do this killing?"

The little monk of Yongse tugged at Huiming's sleeve and whispered, "Senior brother, Xichu and they called ...... first."

Hui Ming shook his head lightly at him: "The Western Chu attack is because some of them died here, and that person helped the Tang Dynasty at the beginning, because their envoy was detained in Chang'an, I heard the Yunzhuang master of Qingxia Villa say that the envoy of Western Chu did nothing and was detained." ”

The young monk turned his head to look at Mr. Wuyun: "The poor monk does not want to question Mr. 's decision, but just hopes that Mr. will show mercy and let both sides shed less blood." ”

Mr. Wuyun didn't think it was wrong, and only said indifferently: "Next time you encounter the same situation, will you stop Li Qiong and them and save Xichu's people from leaving?"

Huiming took a deep breath: "The poor monk will guard the border between Xichu and Chang'an, and will not allow Xichu to cross the border alone. ”

Mr. Wuyun's emotions did not fluctuate at all, and he did not question whether the other party could do it, but asked: "On the contrary, if I enter Xichu in Chang'an, you will also block it?"

Monk Huiming said calmly: "Poor monk, yes." ”

Mr. Wuyun was not angry: "Even if the people of Western Chu are under the rule of the Xiang family, the people are not happy?"

Monk Huiming finally fell silent.

Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace looked at each other if he was interested.

He didn't have a clear idea.

Among the seven kingdoms of Eastern Xinjiang, the three dynasties of Tang, Jin, and Chu were all notoriously tyrannical.

Liang and Chen are extremely poor and extravagant, extravagant and wasteful.

To show that the monarch is the country and the government is clear, it can barely be counted in the Western Zhou Dynasty and the Northern Qi Dynasty.

However, compared to the other five countries, it is the tallest one in the stalk.

To say how open-minded and uplifting, that's.

Of course, to say that the other party is Mingjun Renjun, and Zhang Chengzhu will let the other party go, which is not realistic.

Even if he agreed, the walls wouldn't either.

Build a wall from the other party's land, saying that he does not interfere in the other party's government affairs, and the other party cannot be calm no matter how bright and benevolent the other party is.

However, for the little monk Huiming, this is very important.

The young monk had some reason to admit death.

He thinks about things only about whether they should be done, not whether they can do it.

When the mantis arm is a car, it is also necessary to stand up, and it is a big deal to give up a stinky skin.

After a while, Huiming finally spoke: "Poor monk, I will go to all parts of Western Chu and see it with my own eyes." ”

Mr. Wuyun said casually: "Then you can go and see for yourself, as long as you remember, anyone who disobeys His Majesty will be destroyed." ”

The little monk Huiming clasped his palms together: "Mr. Xie is magnanimous, Mr. teachings, the poor monk remembers it in his heart, and he dare not forget." ”