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After Jiang Wuxiong found Zong Yang, he once met a white-robed boy of unknown origin, and the matter about the forgetfulness spell was told by this person. At first, Jiang Wuxiong fought with this evil character, but found that the realm cultivation could not be compared at all, fortunately, this person did not have malicious intentions, but saw the move, when Jiang Wuxiong asked him if he was Zong Yang's friend, he did not nod or shake his head, and left a sentence with a god, after Jiang Wuxiong's realm was improved, he took Zong Yang to Tianchan Temple, maybe he could unlock the mantra of forgetting his heart. At that time, Jiang Wuxiong didn't understand why he didn't go to Dafan Temple, and it wasn't until he got the news that Dafan Temple was destroyed by the Red Moon Demon Sect that he realized the mystery in this person's words, so that to this day, this person is still a complete mystery to Jiang Wuxiong.

Regarding Jiang Wuxiong's realm, in fact, it has been stagnant for a long time over the years, but in these days when she took Zong Yang to the end of the world, her mind gradually calmed down and she had a faint premonition that the thunder catastrophe was coming, but she knew very well that there was still an invisible layer of imprisonment that prevented her from stepping into the realm of Immortal Venerable. She knew that there were still many people and things waiting for Zong Yang to go back, so when she passed through the Qingluo Empire, she decided to take Zong Yang to the Heavenly Zen Temple.

Now the two of them were arranged by the monks of Tianchan Temple to settle in the back mountain house, and the only thing they did was to sweep away the fallen leaves for Tianchan Temple.

Jiang Wuxiong did not think much about it when he responded to the condition of the abbot of distress, and now when he walked all over the Tianchan Temple with a broom in his hand, he found that this was simply an impossible thing to accomplish, not only because of the countless halls of the Buddha Hall of the Tianchan Temple, but also because of the falling leaves all over the mountain

She Jiang Wuxiong lived in the Hou Mansion of Zhongming Dingshi when she was a child, and after the tragedy of the destruction of the door, she wandered the rivers and lakes to practice and take revenge, how did she do such chores, the first few days she buried her head in sweeping, and admired the leisure of Tianchan Temple, a holy place of Buddhism, smelling the incense and listening to Zen, but she was also calm, but less than a month, she gradually became impetuous, just for Zong Yang to enter the Swastika Pavilion smoothly, and she had to suppress her inner restlessness. As for Zong Yang, he followed her silently every day, and when he took her to sweep the leaves, he sat quietly and wandered, and sat without saying a word for a day.

The monks of Tianchan Temple chant the Buddha every day and don't care about the two, and the abbot no longer appears, but there is a strange young monk who will find Zongyang to play the piano to the cow every day, it is simply a chatter, after a long time, Jiang Wuxiong has an understanding of him from the audit, it turned out to be a deacon who specializes in painting the Buddha statue, saying that he is wonderful, because he does not look like a monk at all, he has nothing to do all day long, with a bald head but also bare feet, and his mouth is like a scoundrel in the market, and it is more contrary to the Buddhist rules that he does not quit drinking and meat

On this day, the sky was overcast, in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zong Yang sat quietly on the stone steps, holding a small flower pot with only mud in his hand, on the left was a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella with exposed umbrella bones, and on the right sat the strange monk called Dao Zen, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was holding his cheeks with one hand and picking his feet with the other, the monk's robe was torn and full of paint, only to hear him pout: "Wait slowly, it will grow the things you want." ”

Zong Yang stared at the small flower pot with stunned eyes and smiled slightly.

Daozen sniffed the fingers of his feet, and sighed: "Alas, I told you eight thousand five hundred and eleven sentences, and you didn't react at all, but when you said this, you laughed, young man, young man."

He pointed at Zong Yang suddenly, spoke with a characteristic local accent, and teased: "Ning thief"

Zong Yang still smiled at the small flower pot.

Daochan glanced at it, shook his feet unhappily, and sighed again, and after a while, his right hand knocked into the crotch of the monk's robe, and his movements suddenly stopped, and he shook his eyebrows and asked Xiang Zongyang with interest: "Do you think I'm going to scratch Ha, it's wrong." ”

Daochan talked to himself, took out the wine gourd from his crotch, and said proudly while twisting the stopper: "I can't think of it, I hid the wine gourd here today." ”

A monk looked up to the sky and poured wine, but the other still smiled at the small flower pot.

In fact, Jiang Wuxiong didn't know the hardships of this wonderful monk who had not cultivated to paint the Buddha statue, because the Buddha statue he wanted to color was not the big Buddha in the temple, but the giant Buddha on the cliff in the mountain of a thousand shrines Dao Chan looked at the gray sky, the wind was bleak, and he said: "Young man, I tell you a secret, do you want to listen?"

Zong Yang didn't respond, Dao Chan was used to it, and he himself thought it was amazing, and he couldn't understand why he fell in love with Zong Yang like this. This time, Chang Dao Zen smiled heartily, straightened his waist and said: "I have decided, when all the Buddha statues are painted, I will go down the mountain and marry a lady." ”

At this moment, there was a thunderous roar.

Daochan shrank because of his weak heart, and hurriedly changed his words: "Eh, I accidentally said what was in my heart, no, no, yes."

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Go down the mountain and reason with all the Taoist sects, his grandmother's deception is too great, I have to let them know that there is still a monk in the world who is not convinced."

"Okay."

Daochan got up in shock and turned his head, but saw that Zong Yang's whole person did not move, and he was stunned for a while, wondering if it was an illusion, but the sound of "good" just now felt very real, and he thought about the evil sect. He put the wine gourd into his crotch, shook his body, and just in time to see Jiang Wuxiong sweeping the fallen leaves in the distance in front of him.

There was a young monk in the Daxiong Treasure Hall who walked out quickly, Jiang Wuxiong had never seen the monks in the temple walk so quickly, he couldn't help but stop and watch, and at this time Dao Chan also stepped on the stone steps and walked, after a while, the two monks put on their masks, only to hear Tao Chan call: "Daoming, so anxious to see the abbot"

Monk Daoming frowned, wondering how Daozen knew that he was going to see the abbot

"What is this?" Daozen suddenly pointed behind Daoming.

Daoming didn't want to turn back in a hurry, but he didn't know that Zen was already squatting behind him, and his hands were sealed with four fingers together and poked somewhere.

"Ahh

Daoming let out a miserable scream, and he ran away with his ass clutched and angry.

Daoming touched his bald head pretending to be funny, and walked up to Jiang Wuxiong without caring about himself.

Jiang Wuxiong didn't mean to talk to this strange monk, turned around and picked up the broom and began to sweep the fallen leaves by himself, just after a while, the back became surprisingly quiet, Jiang Wuxiong was curious and used his divine sense to point to the Dao Zen who was obviously close behind him, who knew that he didn't notice it, and the Dao Zen seemed to disappear out of thin air

"How is it possible" Jiang Wuxiong turned around in his heart, but saw Daochan standing with his back and his monk's clothes fluttering.

Jiang Wuxiong was shocked on the spot, only to hear Dao Chan ask indifferently: "Missing is fate, seeing each other is fate." Life is not forced, fate is not light. Girl, since you like him, don't be bitter about yourself. ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wuxiong's heart was more chaotic than the dead leaves blown by the wind all over the ground, and his cheeks were slightly red.

The scene was silent, Dao Chan dried, and said: "Eh, it seems too direct, it's better to change the subject, girl, do you know why the abbot wants you to sweep the fallen leaves, you know, the old monk always likes to play tricks that cannot be revealed, haha." ”

Jiang Wuxiong turned around and wanted to walk away after hearing this.

Since half of the words have been spoken, Dao Zen simply finished saying the other half, "Alas, the days when I go down the mountain are eight or nine days old, I don't know when the girl is going to sweep it, because the fallen leaves of our Thousand Shrine Mountain are non-stop all year round." ”

Jiang Wuxiong stopped, the broom fell to the ground, and he said with his back to Dao Zen: "I know the abbot's intention, in order to let me cultivate my mind and let me let go of my obsession, so that I can be sure to take him into the Swastika Pavilion." ”

Daozen smiled.

"However, this kindness will be disappointed, because this is my way of the sword, the way of my life. Even if it is difficult to cultivate, even if I can't find the real master of the Ghost Gate Pass, Fu Yizhao, what if he will die under my sword, why care about him, my hatred is to be counted on the head of the Red Moon Demon Sect, I will definitely kill them with one sword, just for my Jiang family, for Uncle Mutian" Jiang Wuxiong's eyes were full of killing intent, and his blood was boiling.

"Then what are you messing about, isn't he right in front of you?" Dao Chan smiled, paused slightly, and said: "Actually, the old monk is wrong, what you have to let go of is a momentary thought." ”

Jiang Wuxiong was like a lightning strike, and was awakened by the words of Dao Zen, yes, the reason why he did not enter his realm was because of his different thoughts, and because of the feelings in his heart, the way of the sword was not firm.

"For a while"

"One thought."

Jiang Wuxiong muttered.

"Alright, I'm done." Daozen left gently.

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zong Yang looked at the small flower pot, Jiang Wuxiong stood quietly, she suddenly smiled back at Zong Yang, put down the broom, walked to the center of the clearing, pressed the wooden box on her back with her right hand, and the Yuhuang sword came out.

On this day, a woman took out her sword and cut down thousands of niches and mountains full of leaves.

And in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the gold leaf on the golden body of the Buddha fell from itself.

There was rain falling from the sky, the momentum was big, Zong Yang held a small flower pot in one hand, the rain fell into the soil in the pot, and held an umbrella for Jiang Wuxiong with the other, standing silently beside her, letting the rain wet the black shirt. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.