"Master, may I ask, when will Master Jingyuan be able to come back?"

"Suck ~ Well, in a short time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back." Qingchi took a sip of tea, "But you don't have to worry, he's not in any danger." So, in the next time, if you encounter any difficulties or need anything, you can always come to the poor monk. ”

Wang Li tilted his head slightly and looked at Qingchi: If there is no danger, do you really need to deliberately emphasize it? Wouldn't it be nice to just tell me what he's going to do, even if you can't say the specifics, it's always okay to talk about it, right? Looking for relatives, visiting friends, subduing demons, and eliminating demons, what is there not to say?

Kiyoike didn't know what was surging under his calm face, so he just smiled kindly.

Half a day.

Wang Li's face suddenly bloomed with a smile, he folded his hands, bowed down and said, "Master, disciple, please resign!" ”

"Huh?"

The smile on Kiyoike's face froze again.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, Master, the disciple came to the White Dragon Temple to treat the disease, but now that he has been cured, it is naturally not good to continue to bother."

"What's this? The Bamboo Forest Monastery is not close to the temple, so you can't disturb anyone if you live here. ”

"What the ancestor said is, but the disciple has just turned fourteen now, and he has never been far from his hometown in the past, and now he is more than a month away, and he really misses his father in his heart, and he hopes that the master will be perfect!"

"This ...... You can wait until Jingyuan comes back, he has taken care of you for more than a month, don't you want to say goodbye to him in person? ”

"Naturally, I want to. However, the disciples also understand very well that separation is the norm in the world. Therefore, farewell does not need to be foiled by a sense of ceremony, just have a heart. In addition, in the future, disciples can also go to the White Dragon Temple with their families to express their gratitude to Master Jingyuan and the monks of the White Dragon Temple. ”

Qingchi's lips twitched, staring at Wang Li, who was bent down in front of him, and he couldn't think of any reason to stop him for a while.

Separation is the norm in the world.

This kid is so good......

The light and shadow in his eyes jumped, not only saw Wang Li, but also saw the separation scenes in his past life.

There was silence for a long time.

He restrained his smile and said in a deep voice: "There is a danger under the mountain, I heard Jingyuan say, your home is at least three hundred miles away from Bailong Mountain, you are a young man, how can you go back?" ”

"No matter how far the road is, no matter how many crises there are, there is a home, there is a direction, and there is strength."

"......" Qingchi smacked his lips: "You don't understand, there are ghosts and demons under the mountain!" ”

"The disciple is not afraid."

"Demons can eat people."

"There is no fear of death."

When Qingchi heard this, he was immediately displeased. Not because Wang Carp has been refutating, but because of Wang Carp's contempt for life and death.

He doesn't think that a child of this age can really investigate life and death, but Wang Li doesn't act like he's talking big, which means that maybe the experience of being sick all year round in the past made Wang Li not pay so much attention to his life.

How can this be?

He frowned deeply and resolutely refuted: "What do you know about life and death? Have you ever seen real life and death? This world has long been a sea of bitterness, and the White Dragon Temple has only found a glimmer of stability hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests, why do you want to go to the bitter sea? ”

Wang Li couldn't help frowning, I haven't seen life and death? I've died once!

He took a breath, and then immediately retorted: "Master, if the world is really a sea of suffering, then even if the White Dragon Temple is hidden, it is just a lonely boat in the boundless ocean. When the tide comes, what is the difference between the mountains and the mountains? ”

This is a resounding statement.

When the words fell, Qingchi was really stunned from the outside to the inside.

In the room, the old monk sat quietly, and the boy bent over.

Both of them were motionless.

It's been a long time.

Kiyoike stood up suddenly.

"Well, since you have made up your mind to leave, there is no reason for the poor monk to stop you, otherwise it is no different from detention?"

Hearing this, Wang Li slowly straightened his waist, smoothed his eyebrows a little, and was about to open his mouth to thank him, but he heard Elder Chi speak again.

"However, since your father sent you to the White Dragon Temple for treatment, it is to entrust your safety to the White Dragon Temple. Although your illness has been cured now, if you are let go home alone, if something happens on the way, it will inevitably end up being blamed on the head of the White Dragon Temple. ”

The furrow on Wang Li's forehead suddenly became deeper than just now.

Raising his eyes, he saw Qingchi and said with a smile: "It just so happens that the poor monk has nothing to do today, and he is very quiet, so he will accompany you on a journey!" ”

"Master ......"

"Don't say more, that's it! Hehe, the poor monk sees that you are now like an arrow, then rest for a day, you also pack up your things, tomorrow morning, I will look for you and send you home! ”

After that, he didn't give Wang Li any chance to refute or refuse, and walked away quickly.

Wang Li had to stand at the door, looking at the old monk in a daze.

"Master Jingyuan...... I'm afraid something has happened. Thinking of this in his heart, Wang Li did not have the slightest joy of leaving the White Dragon Temple.

He turned around and sat on the stool and thought for a while, it was really difficult to judge if the conditions were insufficient, so he could only take this matter to heart.

Although Master Jingyuan lives in the Bamboo Forest Monastery and does not mix with the monks in the temple, this does not mean that Jingyuan is excluded and suppressed, but it proves that he is unique in Bailong Temple.

Wang Li was called the "Born Buddha" because of the matter of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but before that, the net edge had almost touched this threshold.

In other words, Jingyuan is the most talented young generation in Bailong Temple, and the fastest to realize their talent into a leader of strength.

With such an identity, it is impossible for the White Dragon Temple to turn a blind eye to the difficulties he encountered.

Compared with the top ten monks, Wang Carp's own energy is completely negligible.

Since Qingchi Fang is not in a hurry, it means that the matter may not be so serious, at least it can be solved by the White Dragon Temple at present.

Wang Li relieved himself and got up to lift the long sword on the table.

It's a sink when you start.

This three-foot-three sword is very strong.

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the faint blue light bloomed again.

Wang Li's eyes were filled with joy, and this appearance alone had won his love.

Holding the sword in one hand, it was a little heavy, although his body had recovered and he had already begun to cultivate, but after all, he was a young man, and his body had only been forging for a day.

The wrist slowed down, and the blue light of the blade also flowed.

On the ground, the shadow of the sword flashed.

The corner of the table immediately flew out.

Wang Li's hand reached out and gently rubbed it on the cut surface, and the feeling was unusually smooth, without any roughness.

Observing the sword again, he found two words on the side where he spat out the blade under the sword grid: Qingshuang.

Then he admired it for a long time, and then he reluctantly returned the sword to the sheath and carried him back to the bedroom.

In the White Dragon Temple, he wore a monk's robe, ate fasting meals, and lived in a Zen temple. Except for a few I Ching books brought out from home, there wasn't much luggage to pack.

I found the brocade robe I wore when I came, the shiny silver hairpin, and the white jade pendant.

On the mountain, he wore a monk's robe and followed the customs; After going down the mountain, he didn't want to continue to be seen as a strange little monk with hair.

Speaking of which, after crossing over, his understanding of this world was limited to the memory of Xiao Wang Li, and the White Dragon Temple where he stayed for a month. And Xiao Wang Carp is frail and sickly, rarely goes out, and most of his knowledge of the world comes from books.

Therefore, Wang Li's freshness and expectation of this world are not low at all, even if the little white dragon is really offered in the White Dragon Temple.

Then, after collecting several I Ching, Wang Lipan sat and practiced, counteracting the unquenchable excitement with [concentration], waiting for the arrival of the next morning.