A peaceful and happy life is always similar, each day is the same as the day before, except for the light rain and the breeze at times.

There are futons and bamboo chairs under the rain corridor in the silver garden, and three people and a cat are sitting or lying or lying down, just like that, it's a day.

Sometimes Ahri will go out for a walk when he is tired of lying on his stomach, after all, this is a hanging temple, there are many taboos, and it will not go too far.

Every five or ten days, there is a master in the lecture hall to explain the scriptures, Su Qingming will take Lu Qian to listen, and once Ahri is really bored, he also went with him, and found it very interesting, and listened carefully.

The bamboo chair has been repaired, and when Su Qingming and Lu Qian listen to the scriptures, Shen Yunhai will stay in the vegetable garden, finish all the farm work he has saved for several days, and move his muscles and bones by the way. It's just that the winter cold is getting deeper, and there are some signs of recurrence of the true qi conflict in his body, and the number of coughs has increased significantly, and Yang Liu is very worried.

In the meditation hall on the edge of the Hanging Temple in Tallinn, Mo Shu is also reading the scriptures.

This place is far away from the silver garden and the lecture hall, and he has always been conceited that he is profound in Buddhism, and he disdains to listen to the teachings of those juniors, and has never been there.

In addition to reading the scriptures, Mo Shu's most common thing to do is to sit on the stone steps of the meditation hall and bask in the winter sun.

The most common thing the old devil does is to go outside the temple to steal meat to eat, and often eat a mouth full of oil.

Occasionally, Mo Kill would take out the bone flute and play a silent tune.

The old devil stood behind him, touching his red nose, looking into the distance, thinking about his silent thoughts.

Mo Kill didn't know that Su Qingming was here.

Su Qingming didn't know that Mo Kill was here.

This pair of senior brothers in the history of the Sword Sect, and even the most legendary in the history of the cultivation world, spent time together in the Hanging Temple without knowing each other.

One day, Mo Shu looked up at the outside of Tallinn, and suddenly saw his eyes full of greenness, only to know that spring had arrived.

He smiled slightly, his heart moving slightly, knowing that he would definitely be able to solve his physical problems.

Then he remembered Shen Yunhai.

A winter has passed, and I don't know if the little guy's cough has gotten better.

So he went to the vegetable garden.

Pushing open the door of the house, Mo Shu didn't see Shen Yunhai, only Yang Liu, and said with a smile: "Come and ask for a meal of wine." ”

Yang Liu was a little surprised, so he quickly asked him to sit down and went to make arrangements. She was no longer as vigilant about this senior with a mysterious origin as she was last time, because there were too many things she needed to worry about now, such as Shen Yunhai's body, such as Su Qingming, who now lived in the Hanging Temple.

The food is still hearty, but the wine is a little different.

Mo Shu put down the wine bowl and said with a smile: "The strong ale on Thunder Island is not easy to get. ”

Yang Liu stood aside, grabbing the corner of his clothes a little nervously.

When good wine suddenly appears on the table at home, in addition to friends coming from afar, there is also a possibility that they are asking someone to do something.

Mo Shu is a very casual person, drinking wine, eating vegetables, and talking casually.

"He will return to the Sword Sect one day, how can your fox demon identity be resolved?"

Yang Liu was silent for a moment and said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll leave." ”

Mo Shu said: "The fox demon is easy to be emotional, good at scheming, and knows the severity, since you are willing to give up, the plan is naturally not small, do you want him to be the head?" ”

Yang Liu knew that he couldn't hide it from this master, and said: "The seniors see it clearly. ”

Mo Shu shook his head and said, "It is impossible for him to be the head of the Sword Sect in his life. ”

Yang Liu's face turned slightly pale and asked, "Why?" ”

"I know the Sword Sect, no one who has had his kind of experience can be the head of the sect, unless he can do it to my level, but can he?"

Mo Shu looked at the stewed fish in the big bowl and said calmly: "He can't, so he can't." ”

Yang Liu's face was pale, but he was much calmer, just as he relaxed after despair, and said in a low voice: "He said, Su Qing Immortal Master also thinks so. ”

Mo Shu listened to the name, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said, "At least he hasn't forgotten this matter." ”

Yang Liu asked, "What do you suggest?" ”

According to her thoughts, since Shen Yunhai couldn't be the head of the Sword Sect, it was better to live an ordinary life in this vegetable garden. But she also knew that this was just wishful thinking, and one day Shen Yunhai would leave here, or even leave her.

"The world is huge, why should you be confined to that Sword Sect? Even if you leave here in the future, you can go somewhere else, or even another continent. ”

This is Mo Kill's true emotion.

If it weren't for the mountain in his heart, he would have left long ago.

Thinking of those past events, he stretched out his chopsticks to the green spinach piled up on the plate, like a sword about to pierce a sword sect.

"After Su Qing Immortal Master came to the temple, he followed him every day, just like back then, in the future, Su Qing Immortal Master will have to return to the Sword Sect, where can he go?"

Yang Liu thought about his life these days, and he felt a little bitter.

Mo Kill's chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air and said, "I don't like to eat spinach the most, it's too bitter." ”

Yang Liu didn't understand what he meant, but suddenly felt that the room had become extremely cold.

That breath came from Mo Kill's body.

Yang Liu snapped and knelt down, his face was pale, and his body trembled slightly.

Mo Kill's aura was not very strong, but it made her feel extreme fear.

Just like when she was in the Tanah Lot Temple outside Haizhou City, her left shoulder was pierced by Su Qingming's sword.

……

In front of the temple and in the backyard of the temple, there is a large area of farmland outside, and there are continuous sheds beside the road.

The front temple can burn incense, visit the Buddha, and do things, and the back yard is the place where the monks in the temple cultivate.

Tallinn is very quiet, and the place is also very remote, because the color of the spiritual pagoda is mostly white and gray, so the Zen room closest to here is called the Gray Tower.

Mo Shu sat on the stone steps of the Gray Tower's meditation room, looking at those stone towers, and was silent for a long time.

The old devil came back from outside wiping his mouth, and when he saw this scene, he felt a little strange.

Mo Shu often sat on the stone steps basking in the sun, but today there is no sun.

And with the cultivation of the old demon's realm, it can naturally be seen that he is in a weird mood today.

The old demon cautiously asked, "Real person, what happened?" ”

Mo Kill said in a slight voice: "I didn't know that Su Qingming was in the Hanging Temple. ”

The old demon has been speculating about who is Mo Kill's Neiying in the Hanging Temple, and now it seems that that person should have followed the chief of the law hall to the north.

And then...... He came to his senses, understood what he had heard, fell silent, and his nose became more rosy.

The sound of crows can be heard from the depths of Tallinn.

"What is he here for?"

The old demon asked in a low voice.

"There's something wrong with that immortal urn."

Mo Shu said: "He can't solve it in the Sword Sect, so he is here to ask for liberation from the Dharma...... Same with me. ”

The old demon was silent for a while, then suddenly walked towards the meditation room and said, "I haven't read a few Buddhist scriptures yet, take them on the road to read." ”

Mo Shu looked up at the few crows flying up from Tallinn, and asked indifferently, "Why are you leaving?" ”

The old devil stopped and said, "Whether you hide or kill, you always have to leave afterwards." ”

This statement makes a lot of sense.

Mo Shu said: "I came here to seek liberation from the Dharma, but now I haven't obtained the true scriptures, how can I go?" ”

The old devil walked back to him and asked tentatively, "Then kill it?" ”

Mo Shu said: "I wanted to kill him, but now that he has sent it to the door, why don't you kill him?" ”

"This sentence is too vulgar and does not conform to the identity of a real person."

The old demon said with a shy face: "And you didn't say that he is not Zhuo Jianzun, so why kill him?" ”

Mo Shu said: "He is not Zhuo Jianzun, and he will die." ”

The old demon's expression became cold, and he said, "Why? ”

If it was something else, as long as Mo Kill said it, he would definitely respond like a dog, but this thing didn't work, he needed a reason.

Now that Zen Zi has gone to Baicheng, the abbot can't go out of retreat, and no one in the Hanging Temple can resist his Xuanyin Demon Skill head-on, but even if he kills Su Qingming, his identity will inevitably be exposed, and the two great things of the Sword Sect will definitely chase him down to death, does he want to hide back to the underground again?

Mo Shu said: "I don't like him, what about this reason?" ”

The old demon shook his head and said seriously, "It's not good. ”

Mo Shu suddenly stood up and walked towards Tallinn, leaving a word.

"Teasing you, with his temperament, he must have that cat by his side, how can it be so easy to kill?"

The old demon looked at his back and asked, "Then avoid it now?" ”

Mo Shu didn't stop and said, "Let's take a look first." ”

The old demon suddenly had an extremely bad thought, and said in a deep voice: "The real person wants to go and see him?" ”

Mo Shu didn't speak, and stopped in Tallinn.

The old devil finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Shu took out the bone flute and drew dozens of lines on the ground between several spirit pagodas.

Those lines formed an extremely complex pattern, and it looked like it should be a certain formation.

The crows were in the sky, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves rolled in from outside Tallinn, hiding the lines so that they could no longer be seen.

……

There is no master in the lecture hall today, and Su Qingming is in the silver garden.

He lay on a bamboo chair, his eyes closed, listening to the sound in the wind, his ears moving slightly.

This pair of whistle ears can hear all the sounds sent by the cold wind.

It was all the sounds of heaven and earth, including the chanting of the monks, the sound of the believers' foreheads touching the ground in the main hall in front of them, and the sound of incense and candles burning.

It stands to reason that his provocative ears should be very conspicuous, but everyone who sees him will be attracted to his face, and it is difficult to notice this.

Listening to the sound of the wind, his right hand rested on the arm of the bamboo chair, tapping lightly from time to time.

Shen Yunhai sat on the edge of the bamboo chair, staring at his fingers, constantly adjusting the true element operation in his body with his rhythm.

More than 20 years ago, by the pond in a small mountain village, such a scene often happened.

Su Qingming's fingers suddenly stopped, then opened his eyes and looked out of Yinyuan.

The sound in the wind was a little chaotic, although it was only for an instant, and he noticed it.

His fingers moved again, only this time much faster, with countless afterimages.

Shen Yunhai didn't notice that he had opened his eyes, and thought it was still the rhythm, but Zhenyuan suddenly became chaotic and quickly stopped.

Su Qingming looked outside the silver garden, his eyes were slightly different.

Even if it is related to the Immortal Immortal Urn, his deduction calculations can get a rough direction, why is nothing clear this time?

Shen Yunhai thought that he was worried about the problem of the immortal jar, and said: "I know a master in the Hanging Temple, I don't know if it is your acquaintance. ”

Su Qingming retracted his gaze, took a sip of the teacup, and shook his head.

He only had one acquaintance in the Hanging Temple, and he knew a few high-ranking monks, but Su Qingming didn't know anyone.

Shen Yunhai thought that it was Zenzi's help, and said, "That master has profound Buddhism and helped me interpret a lot of difficult scriptures, do you want to?" ”

Su Qingming put the teacup back on the table and shook his head again.

In the rain corridor on the other side, Lu Qian was reviewing the scriptures of the day before yesterday, thinking about the difficulties in kendo, and subconsciously touching the Ahri on his lap with his palm, and occasionally rubbing his belly. Listening to Shen Yunhai's words, she said, "How could someone as arrogant as him think that there is anyone in the world who is qualified to teach him? ”

Distance produces beauty, but it can also produce awe.

If it is too familiar, the beauty is gone, and the awe is gone.

This applies to cats as well as to people.

Her attitude towards Su Qingming became more and more casual, and she was about to return to the first two years.

Ahri didn't feel offended, hummed comfortably, then snorted, and finally simply rolled over and turned his stomach to the sky.

Su Qingming didn't say anything, and raised the teacup before remembering that he had just drunk it.

Shen Yunhai hurriedly poured it.

……

As the twilight deepened, and it was time to go home, Mo Shu got up from the stone steps, patted off the dust on his body, and prepared to go to the vegetable garden to disturb the food again.

The old devil said, "Are you still going at this time?" ”

Mo Shu said, "Go and see." ”

The old demon said: "If you really saw it there, are you going to kill him directly?" ”

Mo Shu shook his head and said, "Since he thinks he is Zhuo Jianzun, he won't go to the vegetable garden again, because that is meaningless to Zhuo Jianzun, so I won't meet him." ”

The old demon asked, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

Mo Shu didn't explain, and left the Hanging Temple directly and went to the vegetable garden.

The time he chose was really good, Shen Yunhai had dinner with Yang Liu in the house.

Since he was not a senior invited by Gongzi, Shen Yunhai naturally would not tell him about Gongzi, but he didn't expect Mo Shu to take the initiative to mention it.

Mo Shu drank a bowl of wine and said, "I know what Su Qingming is doing, I may have some methods, you go and ask him if he wants to learn." ”

Shen Yunhai was a little wary and said, "I don't know very well, but you can go and ask." ”

Mo Shu took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, saying, "Don't tell him who I am, if you don't believe me, don't say it, if he doesn't believe me, don't use it." ”

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Yunhai took the best new tea and those pieces of paper sent by Qingxiao's family into the Hanging Temple.

Su Qingming took the pieces of paper and looked at them, and found that the handwriting was very unfamiliar, but the sentences had a familiar taste.

More importantly, there was some truth to the man's approach.

This is not a meditation and interpretation of the scriptures, but the refining of immortals.

How many people in the world can have this level?