Everyone knows that there was a high priest in the Tang Kingdom.

Access to the world.

There are almost no questions in the world that he does not know, no people he does not know, and nothing that he does not know.

The Tang Emperor trusted him, and the people respected him.

Compared with the old master who hides in the mountains, stands outside the world, and is only known by a small number of people in the world, he is more like a teacher.

But only the scholar himself knows, even if he reads all the books in the world, sees all the things in the world, and rolls over the red dust, in the eyes of the old master, he is just a student.

It's just that he's a smarter, harder student.

Master, Master.

Only the teacher of the world deserves the title of master.

Now I am afraid that it is far from enough.

As the old master said, the book on his waist has not yet been completed.

The world has not seen through, how can you speak lightly outside the world?

At this moment, after listening to the old master's words, the scholar put his right hand on the ancient book on his waist, and his eyes were a little lonely, as if he recalled the mental journey of countless years in the past, and felt a little confused.

He looked at the old master.

The old master was also watching him.

Didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the wind blew and drove the scholar's cyan robe that he sighed softly and asked, "What did you see?

The old master said, "Maybe one day you will see it, but I hope that there will never be that day." Sober people are the most tormented, as I was born to know, seeing all the luck in the world, going through the cycle of cause and effect, everything is expected by me. It is precisely because of this that there will be more human burdens on one's shoulders, which cannot be unloaded or unloaded. ”

These words are a bit heavy.

It's like having a life-and-death consideration.

It is difficult for scholars to imagine what the old master who traveled around the world with a ruler had experienced.

I thought that since I became a saint, I had reached the pinnacle of this world, and I even saw farther and knew more than those saints.

That's why I thought about leaving and going to see the outside world.

But now, he knows that no matter how high he stands and how far he looks, if he wants to stand side by side with the old master, he still has to stand on tiptoe and hold his head high.

Because the Master's gaze has already looked beyond the world.

With a sigh, the scholar said: "My natal starlight has entered the world with Tang Qing, and the opportunity is there, and I can't cut it off." ”

"So I became his teacher. ”

The old master said: "Since it can't be cut off, it can only be covered with a greater chance... It's better to let him walk out of his own way, otherwise if he really goes to heaven one day, he will be blown down by the wind. ”

After saying this, he sighed and turned around.

Depart the way you came.

I never said goodbye, it was very direct.

The scholar thought for a while, and said behind him, "Aren't you going to see Your Majesty?"

The old master didn't stop, just shook the ring ruler in his hand, and drifted away with the wind.

Leaving the scholar standing in front of the city gate, his expression was stunned, solemn into a statue.

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And at this moment, on the mountain far, far away, in that temple, in front of those Buddha statues, Tang Qing was sitting under the light with the crescent moon reading the scriptures.

They came down from the top of the mountain, had a brief meal and rest, and then sat here and never left.

Didn't even talk much.

It wasn't until the sun was a little darker, and the crescent moon looked at the sky through the light and shadow outside the window, that it was already dark.

So she got up and wanted to ask Tang Qing to rest first.

only to find that the young man was staring at a Buddhist scripture in front of him.

The sutra was very esoteric, obscure, and most importantly, boring and boring.

Ordinary people can't read it at all, let alone read it carefully.

But Tang Qing looked very carefully, and even the corners of his mouth were opening and closing slightly, as if he was reciting softly, very religious.

The crescent moon thought it was very interesting, and she smiled lightly: "I thought that my junior brother was just afraid that I would be lonely in my studies, so he deliberately stayed here to accompany me, but I didn't want you to be really interested in these Buddhist scriptures." ”

Tang Qing was a little ashamed, he put down the scriptures and said: "The only hobby since I was a child is reading, there are hundreds of books, regardless of the portal, the existence of every book is meaningful, and every concept is worthy of respect." The Buddhist scriptures are difficult for me to understand, so I can only recite them first, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will enter the world to seek advice. ”

The crescent moon nodded and said, "That's the best, although I have been chanting and reading scriptures in front of the Buddhist hall since I was a child, I only recite Mingxin like you, and the teacher doesn't have extra time to teach me this, so I can't explain the truth of the Buddhist scriptures to you." But ......"

Crescent Moon thought for a moment and continued, "I can teach you to practice. ”

Practice.

This word is strange and distant to Tang Qing.

Born with a cold body, weak and susceptible to disease, there is no more physical strength for him to support the true strength and strength in his blood.

If you force yourself to cultivate, you will only make the winter snow in your blood melt faster and die faster.

Tang Qing already knew about this.

It has even become habitually accepted.

So hearing this, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head to refuse.

Didn't take it to heart.

But the crescent moon quickly said, "I can feel that there is a force in you, and it is protecting you. You came from the Tang Kingdom over the mountains and mountains, and there will definitely be no less wind and cold and freezing along the way, but you are safe and sound, everything is as usual, and you have not been as windy as you have been in the past sixteen years. It shows that this power can support your cold body and fill it with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force that poured into your body during your cultivation. ”

Hearing this, Tang Qing thought of the scholar in the Tang Kingdom's deep hall.

I felt the starlight in my body.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Crescent continued, "As long as that power is always there, you can practice, and you have a lot of time to practice. As I said before, once you step into the Four Realms to suppress the soul, you will be inviolable from all evils, and at that time, even if that power is not there, you can try to dissipate the cold qi in your body on its own. ”

The meaning of these words is clear.

The expectations are also wonderful.

Tang Qing knew that it was not that simple.

He clearly remembered what the scholar had said to him, the realm of saints is immortal and immortal.

Only by cultivating as a saint can you melt the winter snow in your blood and change your very bad life.

And from ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of people who have reached the top step by step through cultivation.

They have been at the pinnacle of the world for many years, and they have long been years old.

Time is a crucial condition on the path to sanctification.

And this is precisely the most extravagant thing that Tang Qing wants now, but it is the most unobtainable.

It's a pity.

But he's still happy.

Because, as long as he can practice, it is enough for him.

He can truly feel that he is flesh and blood, not the sick man who can only hide in the deep palace, not a poor person who is far away from the world and worries all day about when he will die.

The boy's mind is simple.

Emotions are distinct.

He looked at the crescent moon, smiled calmly, and said slowly, "Please teach me, senior sister." ”

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