In the early morning of the next day, Li Zijin walked out of the meditation room.

Catch a glimpse of the dead yellow leaves in the pool.

The boy crouched down.

Just as the young man was in a trance, the little novice walked slowly.

He said, "Master Li, please come with me to eat fast." ”

Li Zijin got up and nodded slowly, and said, "There is a little master who forgets his worries." ”

The two of them walked slowly along the road they had come from yesterday.

Autumn is crisp and cool.

The little master who forgot his worries seemed to be in a good mood, and Li Zijin asked, "Little master of forgetting worries, what makes you so happy?"

The little novice raised his head and said with a smile: "Master Li, I don't know, in a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, every Mid-Autumn Festival, the master will make moon cakes for me to eat, I have been looking forward to it since half a year ago, and I have been looking forward to it until now." ”

Li Zijin was surprised.

The little master who forgot his worries explained with a smile: "It is made of peanuts, almonds, and flour, and there is no meat." ”

I see. When the two walked from the backyard to the front yard, Li Zijin saw that in the courtyard, the master of Liyun was sitting cross-legged on the bridge.

In the pond under the bridge, the carp approached him.

Abbot Yun didn't have to look back, he already knew that the young man was behind him, only to see his fingers move slightly, and fish feed appeared out of thin air in his palm, and the particles were slowly sprinkled into the pool.

On the treetops outside the courtyard wall, there was a little guy in a hurry, and when he saw Li Zijin getting up, he leaned over to him, and behind the little guy, there was a squirrel.

The paper man waved his hand for nothing, and said happily: "Li Zijin, you are awake." ”

Apparently, Nothing had just been playing with the squirrel in the treetops.

Last night, the young man meditated on the futon, closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, operated the aura in the sea of consciousness, flowed through the holes of the cave, and practiced the exercises.

The pale paper man didn't have to sleep, Li Zijin was busy practicing again, and the little guy felt bored and panicked, so he came out to play by himself.

In the backyard and the front yard, the fish did not play with him, so he had nothing to do but go outside the temple, and from a distance he saw a pine and cypress, this one had a little guy, and when he walked in, it turned out to be a squirrel.

A pale paper man, who has been living outside the Hanging Temple, likes to be on the cliff, those pine and cypress branches, and the little squirrel that is full of joy.

The two guys just played all night, and they had a lot of fun.

Li Zijin snorted, spread his hand slightly, and the paper man was fine, so he jumped into his palm, turned around, and waved his hand at the squirrel on the pine and cypress branches outside the temple.

The little guy on the pine and cypress branch is also a wise man, in this situation, it is holding a fruit, After thinking about it, it still jumped a few times, ran to the feet of Li Zijin, and blinked his eyes.

The young man in a black and red brocade dress was stunned, staring at the little guy with big eyes.

Seeing his playmate, he dared to run over here, and he turned over and fell to the ground without anything, and the little squirrel with a head bigger than nothing handed the fruit in his arms to nothing.

The squirrels in this area have always been very timid, and they basically dare not approach people.

However, this little creature was able to take such a big risk and come "thousands of miles away" to share the fruit with his good friend.

It can be seen that the little squirrel really likes to have nothing to do.

I took the fruit and said thank you to the little squirrel!

The latter tilted his head, blinked again, and then quickly left the Hanging Temple, climbed over the courtyard wall, and jumped back outside.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

The only food is given to a friend, and it needs to forage for food again.

The young man, the little novice, and the old abbot, the three of them sat on the stone table in the courtyard, eating a light and elegant meal.

The paper man was fine, lying on an empty bench under the stone table, holding the wild fruit, frowning.

This is really "no way to eat", but it is not that the fruit is unspeakable, but that the paper man who wants to eat the fruit has no mouth.

In the end, it was the squirrel's friend's heart, and it was bad to brush off the friend's kindness when there was nothing to do, which made the family feel cold.

"Li Zijin, why don't you eat this fruit?" The paper man had nothing to do, so he had to stand on tiptoe, hold the wild fruit, and look at the young man who was eating fast.

Li Zijin smiled and said, "How can you give me a gift from someone else?"

Wuwu smiled bitterly and said, "But I have only only understood the realm, and I am far from being able to conjure up a human body, let alone consume these human foods." You see, this wild fruit is heavier than me, and if I wasn't already half a 'Qi Refiner', it would be absolutely impossible for me to afford it. ”

Li Zijin shook his head and refused, buried himself in eating, and threw the problem back to the paper man.

The little novice suddenly stopped his movements, put the chopsticks on the bowl, and asked, "Master Li, how can you, a pale paper man, be able to speak?

Before the young man could answer, Abbot Liyun tapped his apprentice's head and said, "I don't say anything when I eat, I don't say anything when I sleep, and I forgot about it!"

Forget the worries, the little novice shrank his head stupidly, picked up the chopsticks again, and ate quietly.

The young man in a black and red brocade robe smiled at the little novice, said no more, gave nothing to do, and buried himself in a quiet meal.

When the lunch time was over in the early morning and the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up, the young man wanted to help, but was stopped by Abbot Yun, saying that let him exercise by himself, and the guests would not have to work with him.

The latter shook his head and smiled, indicating that it didn't matter.

After the meal, the abbot of Liyun led Li Zijin to take a walk, wandering around in the Hanging Temple, the two came to a cliff covered bridge, on the covered bridge walkway, the barefoot monk stretched out a hand and pointed to the opposite cliff.

The cliff was originally empty, but it was turned out to be a little bit by the abbot of the cloud, and it was like "turning stones into gold", and a stone Buddha appeared.

Abbot Liyun smiled: "Little donor, look over there." ”

Li Zijin followed the monk's fingers and looked at the opposite cliff, and saw the big Buddha like a relief, inlaid in the cliff wall on the opposite bank, looking at it from a distance, dozens of zhang high, the body is huge, such as a ghostly axe.

Li Zijin exclaimed: "This Buddha statue is lifelike, with sharp facial features, no gold on the body, but it is so majestic, such a huge stone Buddha can still take care of the details everywhere, it is not easy, it looks like it has been a few years, I don't know when it was built?"

The barefoot monk gently rested his hands on the railing of the covered bridge, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile: "The stone Buddha on the other side of the river, when and when it was built, it is impossible to study. Only because there is the stone Buddha inlaid in the cliff, so we step on this covered bridge at the foot here, called the Buddha Bridge, and the hanging pavilion at the end that seems to chase the goose is called the Buddha Pavilion. ”

It is said that people rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold.

The young man who saw the stone Buddha for the first time unconsciously looked at the Buddha a few more times, and couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

It seems that when staring at the stone Buddha, there is always the illusion that the stone Buddha is also staring at him.

"Little donor, you seem to have something on your mind?" the barefoot monk asked, turning his head to look at the young man.

Li Zijin came back to his senses and said softly: "I can't talk about my heart, it's just that I look at the stone Buddha's eyes too 'real', as if it is also looking at me." ”

The barefoot monk pretended to be surprised and said, "The donor almost fell into a demon." ”

The young man's face was a little bad, and he didn't know why: "Why did the abbot say this?"

Liyun shook his head and said: "The poor monk is slightly the same as Buddhism, and he understands the demons, but he does not attack the demons in his eyes, but studies the demons in his heart. ”

Above Li Zijin's heart lake, it is indeed a little strange, on the surface, it is no different from usual, but secretly under the heart lake, there has been a whirlpool.

The dark clouds and haze that the clouds said are naturally not in the sky, but at the "bottom of the lake".

It is the evil thoughts in people's hearts that are suppressed to the deepest depths, and these evil thoughts gather together, threes, threes, twos, twos, twos, threes, three

When evil thoughts are piled up into a mountain, perhaps only a small thing, a trivial matter, is enough to become the last straw that crushes the camel.

The evil thoughts in my heart will eventually turn into demons, eyeing them and eager to try.

was said by the abbot of Yun, Li Zijin was silent, did not dare to look directly at the clouds, and continued to stare at the stone Buddha, trying to suppress those evil thoughts in his heart with the divine power of the stone Buddha.

But the more the boy is like this, the more fierce the haze under the heart lake becomes.

Li Zijin used all his strength to hold the corridor railing tightly, and even pinched the railing of the corridor bridge until it began to slowly crumble.

The green tendons are gradually exposed, and there is a bit of gnashing of teeth.

It turned out that the face that was as warm as jade faintly turned hideous.

The barefoot monk Buddha sang: "Amitabha, the little benefactor has fallen into the devil." ”

Liyun casually ripped off the string of red Buddha beads on his wrist, and the Buddha beads fell to the ground, Liyun only took one of them, twisted the red Buddha beads with his index finger and middle finger, put one hand to his chest, and said something in his mouth.

Every sound of the Dharma recited by the monks is as if it has substance, like the magic power of the Confucian refining words "for my use".

Strings of golden scriptures flew out of Abbot Yun's mouth, and then quickly entered the young swordsman's body.

As soon as these golden scriptures entered the young man's body, they suppressed those evil thoughts in his heart, but it was still extremely difficult to completely eliminate those evil thoughts.

"Amitabha. The cloud sang a sentence in a deep voice, speeding up the recitation of Buddhist scriptures.

There were more and more golden scriptures on the young man's heart lake, until they piled up and suddenly filled his entire heart lake.

Such as the ancient Jingwei, the stone reclamation.

After the monk accelerated the speed of chanting, the evil thoughts in the young man's heart lake were either suppressed at the bottom of the lake by the golden scriptures and could not move, or in order to survive, they chose to break away from Li Zijin's heart lake and fly out of his body.

These choices were taken away from the evil thoughts of the young man, and the moment they "got out", they were sucked into the red Buddha bead on the fingertips of Abbot Yun.

On top of the Buddha beads, there will be golden light in the past.

As the evil thoughts of inhaling became more and more, the golden light on the Buddha beads became more and more dim.

Until eventually, it no longer glows, and the red beads have also turned into black beads.

Liyun turned his head to look again, the young man's muscles subsided, his face was no longer hideous, and the whole person returned to a normal state.

It's just that the difference from before is that Li Zijin is equivalent to "no heart lake" at the moment, because above his original heart lake, a mountain made of golden scriptures has appeared.

Foshan fills the lake, and the water is impassable.

And the young swordsman, who had almost no feeling from beginning to end, only felt as if everything had happened in an instant.

It's as if for the first time you don't have to cut out the flow of time by yourself, and the flow of time will stop by itself at that moment.

Li Zijin's face was still a little pale, he squinted slightly at the stone Buddha on the other side, and asked, "Abbot Yun, you said that I was enchanted." Why do I stare at the stone Buddha and fall into demons?"

The barefoot monk gently clenched his fist and absorbed the black bead from the palm of his hand, as well as all the evil thoughts carried in the bead, into his body.

He turned his head to look at the stone Buddha and said softly, "Looking at the Buddha and becoming enchanted is not a unique thing. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you. The little benefactor's heart seemed to be very heavy, heavy enough to crush a secular dynasty. ”

Li Zijin was expressionless, just glanced at the master beside him.

This master of the void is not visible or dewy, but he seems to know himself well.

Either it was an unborn old immortal who could peek into his heart with his occult powers.

Or······ He just recognized his identity.

The barefoot monk smiled and shook his head, but he was actually speaking shallowly.

The Buddha in the eyes of the young man may have "died" in the red lotus karmic fire.

Therefore, the young man looked at the Buddha in his eyes, but he was watching the demons in his heart.

The monk did not dare to tell the truth, and for the first time in his life, he lied.

The young man's heart buried at the bottom of the heart lake will not only crush a secular dynasty.

will crush a world.

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The barefoot monk closed his eyes, and an old Taoist asked in his ears, crossing time and space.

"Is it okay to kill a man for the benefit of the world?"

The "man" was standing beside the barefoot monk at the moment.

The black shirt carries a sword, and a jade plaque hangs on his waist.

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The old Taoist lay on top of the green ox, listless.

Time passes very slowly.

It is in the true sense of the word, ten years in the mountains, and one day outside the mountains.

Therefore, the words that the old Taoist asked outside hundreds of years ago have only now been replied to.

"No, you can't. ”

The monk said.

The old Taoist sat up and opened a curtain of light with his fingers in the air, showing the floating temple, the stone Buddha, the covered bridge, the sky, and the young man.

"I know the 'way'. The old Taoist said.

He spread out his palms and gently blew into the light curtain "over there".

Blowing away the blue sea and clouds, blowing away the clouds and clouds.

The wind and clouds are scattered, and they are like rain.

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On the corridor, Li Zijin glanced at the stone Buddha for the last time, then looked away, left the railing with both hands, turned around and walked towards the road he came, and said softly: "Abbot Xie leads the way and takes me to see the Buddha." ”

A pun intended.

He clasped his hands together and shook his head, "Amitabha." ”

The barefoot monk looked up at the broken railing, where there was already a gap, and the sawdust shattered the ground.

Knowing that the young man would not come to this Buddha Pavilion to watch the Buddha in the future, the cloud flicked his fingers, and the stone Buddha on the cliff on the opposite bank disappeared, coming and going without a trace.

Li Zijin returned to the front yard, and was seen to be a little sullen when nothing happened, and the little guy wanted to talk to him, but the boy refused.

He found an elegant and quiet corner alone, took out the book "Hug Puzi" borrowed from the temple of Qiguang Mountain under the mountain, and flipped through the "Immortal Medicine Volume".

"Immortal Medicine Volume" said that the five Zhizhi people have Shizhi, Muzhi, Caozhi, Meat Zhi, and Fungus Zhi, each with hundreds of species.

Among them is Shizhi, which can prolong life if people take it.

This Chinese medicine is exactly what I urgently need right now!

Li Zijin couldn't wait to continue flipping, stretched out a finger, put it on the page, and quickly swiped down vertically, and his eyes followed the finger at a glance.

According to the contents of the book, the boy learned that Shizhi is in the form of a fleshy elephant with a head and tail and four legs, which resembles a creature and is attached to a boulder.

I also learned that the shape and appearance of Shizhi are as red as coral, white as fat, black as lacquer, green as green feathers, yellow as purple gold, and all of them are bright and penetrating like solid ice······

There's a lot more to come, but none of it matters.

Li Zijin only wrote down the two or three lines of text that were most beneficial to him.

In order to be perfect, after all, this book will still have to be returned to the god of the mountain in the future, so Li Zijin found the little novice who forgot his worries, borrowed a pen and paper, and copied a few lines of text from the book in case of emergency.

Many of the mushrooms mentioned on this immortal medicine roll are unheard of in the world.

After a while, what do you say about stone elephant mushroom, pound it with 36,000 pestles, eat one catty, you will get a thousand years old, eat ten catties, you will get ten thousand years.

Li Zijin was slandered.

How is that possible?

If you really find a random Ganoderma lucidum to take, you can live a thousand years and live long, then why do people in the world need to practice for longevity?

Every day I go into the mountains to find Ganoderma lucidum, it's not over.

After all, it is an ancient book, and the authenticity of the content of the book is difficult to judge, just like the stone Buddha opposite the hanging temple, the building has been old for a long time, and it is still impossible to study it.

Presumably, in the era when the great power who wrote this book was written, everything in the world was spiritual, so that taking those immortal mushrooms could really make people live a thousand years and live a thousand years?

But if that's the case, why haven't we ever seen anyone live for 10,000 years?

Immortals over the age of 1,000 are not absent, but they are extremely rare.

As far as Li Zijin knows, among the several mausoleum guards in the world, two mausoleum guards are thousand-year-old.

It's just that the Great Cultivator of the Ten Realms has the skill to stay in the face and can live forever, and others can't tell their real age.

But let's talk about the great monk who is over 10,000 years old······ Li Zijin thought about it carefully, but he really hadn't heard of it.

If what the book says is true, then where did those people who took Xianzhi and have 10,000 years of life?

After thinking about it, the boy always felt that this "Hug Puzi" should not be written by a deceitful person to deceive people.

But after thinking about it in my heart, I felt that the matter had come to this point, and I had little life left, and now I could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Regardless of whether the immortal elixirs mentioned in the book existed, or whether the effect was true after taking those immortal medicines, the boy needed to try his best to survive.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if the book says that there is a suspicion of exaggeration, after taking those immortal mushrooms, it will not make people live for thousands of years, anyway, Li Zijin doesn't think that he needs to live until that time.

He only needs to earn back the fifty years of life that he was moved by the sword qi of the mountain.

There is not much life to live in a day, it depends on God.

Even the young man felt that even if he had to avenge his death on the same day, it was okay?

People will eventually die, but Li Zijin wants to seek justice for Taiping County before he dies.

This is the "little" heart of the young man.

Cut Guangshan Mountain Temple.

The night was deep, and there was no one around.

Under the hundred-year-old ginkgo tree in the mountain temple, a tall woman appeared out of thin air.

Wang Ruoyi, the god of the mountains.

The woman was looking up at the ginkgo tree, and she spread out one palm to catch a slowly falling golden leaf.

Suddenly turning his head, at the gate of the mountain temple, a young swordsman happened to have one foot across the threshold.

Li Zijin raised his right foot, walked into the mountain temple, stood still, bowed slightly to the female mountain god, and said, "I've seen the mountain king." ”

The female mountain god nodded and smiled, and said, "It's here." ”

It was as if she had known he was coming.

"It's coming. ”

Li Zijin walked under the ginkgo tree, stood beside the female mountain god, took out the well-preserved "Hug Puzi" from his arms, and handed it back to the lady of the mountain god of the cutting mountain.

Wang Ruoyi asked with a smile: "It's only been a few days since I borrowed it, and I finished reading it so quickly?"

Li Zijin shook his head and said: "I haven't read the whole book, but I have basically finished reading the useful content below." ”

The young man wanted to speak and stopped, and after thinking about it, he still told the truth: "Because there are some words in the book, which are obscure and difficult to remember, I deliberately made a partial transcription below, if Shanjun minds this, then I will also give the copied part to Shanjun." ”

Wang Ruoyi waved his hand, "No need, since it is a text copied by Daoyou himself, it is your own thing, why do you need to hand it over to me?"

The woman blinked, and the ancient book in the young man's hand disappeared in an instant, and she retracted it into her sleeve.

"If you have a question, just ask. ”

She guessed what was on the boy's mind, smiled and waved her hand to scatter the golden leaves in her palm into the pool, watching the leaves slowly flip in mid-air and finally fall into the pond.

It's no different from sprinkling a pool of golden ginkgo leaves.

Then, the female mountain god withdrew her gaze.

It's like that leaf, just like a mortal in the world, at first glance, it is different, and after a few more glances, you find that it is nothing more than that.

In the end, those who were amazing at first ended up in a dismal end.

Lost to everyone.

After that, nature looks away.

Li Zijin got straight to the point and said: "Dare to ask Shanjun, where can I find the Shizhi mentioned in the "Immortal Medicine Scroll" in the book?"

The woman was prepared, and before she could move, a tea table and two wooden chairs appeared under the ginkgo tree.

Wang Ruoyi walked over there, sat down on one side at random, opened his hand, and a teapot appeared in the palm of his hand.

was dressed in golden light, and was deliberately restrained by her, and now this Shanjun of the Cutting Light Mountain does not look like a mountain monarch, but is just a woman.

After the woman took the lead in taking a seat, Jade held the teapot in her hand, stretched out her soft wattle to the young swordsman who was standing in place, and smiled: "Sit." ”

Li Zijin knew that there was a chat, and walked to another wooden chair and sat down, but his expression was still a little anxious.

The stunning woman sitting opposite the young man saw the urgency in his heart and said comfortingly: "After drinking this tea with me, I will tell you." ”

How did the boy know that if he chatted with a woman, no matter what he was talking about, he couldn't be in a hurry.

On the road of life, if you walk with a woman, no matter how big or small, it is like drinking tea, you need to taste tea carefully and think about it.

I watched from a distance before, and I never looked at this gentleman of Cutting Light Mountain up close.

Now the two are sitting opposite each other, close at hand, and the woman's posture is only revealed.

The color of the water, the mountains and the moonlight, is not as good as the color of women.

It seems that the woman in front of her is the most beautiful ray of light cut out by this cutting light mountain.

It is clear that the golden light of the mountain monarch has been put away, a moon-white long dress, under the illumination of the moonlight and starlight, it is even more eye-catching, and a crystal clear earring in the woman's ear is not like jade ornaments, but it is better than jade ornaments, which is an excellent embellishment for her appearance.

Wang Ruoyi stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup for Li Zijin, slowly poured the tea, and the tea was about seven points into the cup, so she stopped and made tea for herself.

Two cups of tea, a hint of heat, the woman spread out her hand: "Fellow Daoist, please." ”

Li Zijin was not polite to her anymore, and he didn't care about the rules of drinking tea with a smell and tea, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip at will, but he felt that the taste was not good, and it was better to drink.

The woman saw that the young man's expression was flat, so she asked, "What's the matter, this tea is not delicious, do I need to change the wine for you?"

"No need······ Li Zijin waved his hand, thinking that the mountain monarch, could it be difficult to see through his own thoughts?

In fact, it's just a glimpse of the wine gourd on his waist, who can't see that the young swordsman likes to drink.

"Where do you come from?" she held the teacup in one hand and fanned the cold air into the cup with the other hand to avoid burning her mouth.

In fact, if you use the mana of the mountain god to cast a spell that can quickly cool down the tea, you can avoid these trivial things.

But the immortals on the mountain, occasionally have leisure and elegance, if you want to be an ordinary person, you can't be a fairy, but you can't even enjoy the fun of mortals, isn't it a loss?

There is no such reason.

Li Zijin replied: "Canggeng Prefecture, Daxuan Dynasty." ”

"Oh, Daoyou originally came from Daxuan, I wonder if you have ever been to see the Worship Sword Pavilion on the first floor of the Three Formations Ten Thousand Swords Town?" Wang Ruoyi's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked.

Li Zijin was a little embarrassed, shook his head and said: "I haven't seen it, I don't hide what Shanjun said, in fact, I have been staying at the border of Daxuan before, strictly speaking, I can be regarded as a mountain person." Even Daxuan Capital has only been to it once. ”

The woman Shanjun nodded, "Being able to come from Canggeng Prefecture to Sangrou so far, Daoyou must have seen a lot of beautiful landscapes, I really envy you." ”

Li Zijin took a sip of tea and didn't think there was anything to envy.

Wang Ruoyi continued: "I'm different, I've been locked in the attic since I was a child, in addition to reading and writing, eating and sleeping, and the farthest place I've ever been to is the back garden of the house. Ironically, I still remember walking from the attic to the gazebo in the back garden, which took a total of one hundred and two steps.

These one hundred and two steps have taken me eighteen years. Later, the Fusang Dynasty started a war with its neighbors, and the war has continued to this day, and it has not stopped, after I became a mountain god, although the number of qi was bound to this Qiguang Mountain, the world is big, but I can't go anywhere.

At most, it is in the two places of Jieguang Mountain and the Mountain Temple, but if you think about it, it is better than the one hundred and two steps in the house before your death. At least here, you can still see the mountains and water. ”

That's why she envied the young swordsman who could walk through several states so freely, tossing and turning between the mountains and rivers.

Li Zijin could also suddenly understand why the stunning woman in front of him, when she first met herself, would say that fairy road is lonely.

The name she gave to the left and right peaks of Jieguang Mountain is also the "lonely cold" and "warmth".

Presumably, the little girl who was locked in the attic must have been very lonely when she read and wrote alone and read the writings of the sages.

The young swordsman in a black shirt took a sip of tea and held the teacup, not knowing how to protect this woman Shanjun for a while, he had never been good at this.

There are countless sufferings in the world, and I never thought that mortals were like this, and so were the gods of mountains and rivers.

Who would have expected that the woman laughed at herself: "Let Daoyou see and laugh." ”

Li Zijin hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing." Before Shanjun was alive, his fate was not good. It's just ······ Becoming a god of mountains and rivers, sitting on a side of water and soil, must be the choice of the mountain monarch himself, since the mountain monarch has shackles under his feet before his death, why do he have to draw the ground as a prison after death?"

The woman said "um", drank all the tea, refilled the tea for herself and the young man, and then said slowly: "At that time, the official sent by the imperial court to the Zhaoshen Division also asked me like you, asking me why I became a caged bird when I was alive and I want to be the bird in the mountains after I die. ”

"What did Shanjun say?" the young man asked curiously.

Wang Ruoyi picked up the teacup, looked up at the Qiguang Mountain, and said softly: "My hometown is here, the elders in the house, and there are many talents, and they all went to the capital in the end, all of them are in high positions, and they have a lot of family letters, but they have never come back."

It's funny to say, those men in my house seem to be reincarnated as if they are all Wenqu stars, either this one won the champion, or the one who picked the flowers. There are a lot of civil officials, and there are also many military attachés. Go to the capital, go to the battlefield. When they went, it was as if that was their home.

I also have two younger sisters, who married in my early years, and also married into that good family and lived in the capital. My father always said that a married daughter is like water that has been spilled, and it is difficult to collect it. They got married, became members of other families, and never returned.

I thought, if everyone doesn't go home, can this home still be called home? So it should have been the age for me to talk about marriage, and I also politely rejected other sons for various reasons. I don't want to marry too, like my two younger sisters, like the elders in the house, go out and never come back.

Maybe for me, the loft that I once desperately wanted to escape from has become my destined destination. This is my home, and I don't want to go anywhere.

So even after death, I don't want to be reincarnated. I want to stay here and become the god of the mountain of Choguang Mountain, so that I can stay here forever. ”

Not going anywhere, the woman said at last.

Li Zijin didn't say a word, he just looked at the Cutting Light Mountain Monarch in a daze, and the teacup did not leave his hand or touch the table.

Wang Ruoyi laughed out loud and said, "At that time, the official sent by the imperial court to the edict god division is also your current expression. ”

Li Zijin sighed, put the teacup back on the table, and said softly, "Shanjun should really drink with me." ”

If the two of them had just been drinking, they wouldn't have these troubles at the moment.

The woman shook her head and said, "Shan Jun, I'm not drunk." ”

The boy naturally knew that it was just a joke, but he didn't expect her to take it seriously.

Then the next moment, Li Zijin couldn't laugh anymore, the smile was fixed on his face, and his eyes were dim.

Once upon a time, there was also a simple girl like Jieguang Shanjun who would take his jokes seriously.

The golden mountain in the young man's heart lake suddenly began to shake.

It seemed that the next moment, something would burst out from underneath.

Can't hold it down.

From somewhere in the cave where the water was flowing extremely slowly, a gust of wind blew.

The gust of wind first blew away the white clouds in the sky, and the white clouds scattered, turned into rain, and slowly fell.

The wind went to the ground again, towards the temple of the mountain, and in an instant swept over, and swept violently against the boy and the woman.

If this wind is really swept into the mountain temple, I am afraid that the century-old ginkgo biloba here will be uprooted, and the houses in the temple will be destroyed.

The woman Shanjun got up almost instantly, showing the golden body of Shanjun, and a brilliant guqin suddenly appeared in front of her, the strings were brilliant, like neon in the sky, colorful.

The mind of this Cutting Light Mountain Monarch moved slightly, and his hands slammed on the piano, and in the blink of an eye, he had plucked the strings a thousand times.

Dazzling, I can't see the movements of the jade fingers clearly.

Just like the thousand-armed Guanyin, if you shoot once, you will shoot a thousand times.

In the mountain temple, there were bursts of string sounds, and the brilliance was overwhelming, and those brilliant string sounds turned into countless points of light, forming a barrier at the entrance of the mountain temple, intending to stop the gust of wind outside the temple.

Wang Ruoyi of the Jindan Realm sits on the top of his own mountain, his strength has been raised to a realm, and he holds the natal magic weapon in his hand, which is infinitely powerful, and he should be regarded as a great monk of the Yuanying Realm.

Unexpectedly, the gust of wind that came out of nothing went straight to nothing, and the strings plucked out of the strings of the female mountain monarch, those colorful halos, couldn't stop the footsteps of the wind at all.

Without much effort, the wind shattered the thousands of strings of the female mountain monarch and rushed into the mountain temple.

Wang Ruoyi's eyes were full of horror.

Li Zijin followed suitably and got up, drew his sword out of the sheath, and slashed the spring breeze with a sword.

Behind the boy, the spring breeze rose.

The green canal sword is flowing in blue waves, and the spring breeze and spring rain are two kinds of sword intent, integrated into the sword.

The pond full of golden leaves rose with the spring breeze, and a sword was handed out.

Blowing the willows on both sides of the strait, it summons another gust of wind between heaven and earth.

The spring breeze collided with the autumn wind, and it was still in vain. It was dissolved silently by the gust of wind, like a mud cow entering the sea.

Seeing that the gust of wind was about to roll up the two of them, Wang Ruoyi had already grabbed the young man's shoulder with one hand, intending to shrink the ground into inches and take him away, but unfortunately it was still a step too late, and in the blink of an eye, the wind had arrived.

Unexpectedly, when the wind blew to the young man's side, it went straight through his body, and even the woman Shanjun on the side was not affected.

The wind blew over the hundred-year-old ginkgo again, and there was no picture of the ginkgo tree being uprooted in the imagination of the two.

The wind instantly gentle, only gently carrying a leaf, fluttering in the air, drifting with the wind on the roof of the mountain temple, and falling on a piece of bricks and tiles, silent.

The young man in a black shirt with a sword on his back, on the golden mountain in the heart lake, a Taoist temple appeared "inexplicably".

Boxy, nestled in the middle of a golden mountain.

A plaque is hung at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and three characters are engraved on the seal.

Know the view.

After this view of knowledge fell, the golden mountain was like a tiger with wings, and the momentum suddenly sank, and then sank a few more points, crushing those evil thoughts under Li Zijin's heart lake.

Within one day, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism showed their magical powers, and they wanted to suppress the "heart demon" that might be able to crush the world in the future at the bottom of the young man's heart lake.

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Canggeng Prefecture, Daoxuan Academy.

A middle-aged man wearing cloth clothes and shoes, and a cloth scarf on his head, was sitting at a desk by the window, practicing calligraphy.

Two meteors crossed the sky, Xin Jiran suddenly looked back at the window, saw this vision, gently put down the pen, and reached out to touch the jade plate engraved with the words "good as water" on his waist.

The man's fingers wiped the words "good as water" on the jade plate.

On the back of the jade plaque, four other words suddenly appeared.

Virtuous.

The goodness on the front is like water, from the three thousand words of the Taoist ancestors, which is the knowledge of Taoism, and was "borrowed" by Xin Jiran.

The virtuous load on the back is from the ancient book that is regarded as a classic by Confucianism - "Yi".

Interestingly, in the three thousand words of the Taoist ancestor, the goodness is like water and the virtue are also used.

Now the person who is the most recent Taoist ancestor in the world is a scholar.

This scholar was a combination of Confucianism and Taoism, and the sage who founded the Daoxuan Academy believed that the combination of Confucianism and Taoism would be promising, so he became the first teacher of the Daoxuan Academy, and was later respected by the world as Mr. Great.

Xin Jiran is the master of the two schools of "Taoism" and "Confucianism".

At this moment, the man silently ripped off the jade plaque with the seal inscription on both sides of his waist, brought it to his eyes, took one last look, and then gently threw the jade plaque out of the window.

The jade plaque turned into light from the window, faster than a meteor in the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, crossing the mountains and seas.

Came to Sangro Prefecture and passed through Jieguang Mountain.

From the line of heaven that was cut between the lonely cold peak and the heating peak, he crossed over and came to the mountain temple.

Even the female mountain monarch didn't pay attention, and the light turned into an inaudible speck of light and entered the young swordsman's body.

Falling on the heart lake of Li Zijin, at the entrance of the main hall of the golden mountain of Buddhism and the Taoist Zhiguan, a couplet was added.

On the left is the good as water, and on the right is the virtuous load.

Horizontal batch, is the sea of rivers.

One of the upper and lower links is borrowed from Confucianism, and one is borrowed from Taoism, but the horizontal batch in the middle is Xin Jiran's own knowledge, so the four characters of the sea and all rivers, first there is a blank plaque that appears out of thin air at the door of the main hall of the Guanguan, and then on the plaque, someone is far away from the mountains and seas, and writes down the four words of the sea and the rivers one by one.

When the last vertical of Chuanzi fell, the "heart lake" of that young man instantly expanded thousands of times.

Countless rivers poured into it from the outside world, slowly merging with the water of Li Zijin's original heart lake.

The water of thousands of rivers poured into the water of the young man's heart lake, washing away the evil thoughts and demons under his heart lake, diluting them to the point of almost inaudible.

After that, the golden mountain of Buddhism moved away on its own, no longer "reclaiming the sea", but quietly sitting on the shore of Li Zijin Heart Lake, becoming a mountain.

There is a knowing view on the mountain, knowing that there is a main hall that embraces all rivers in the view, and the door hangs the eight-character couplet of goodness and virtue and virtue.

So far, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism.

Three religions in one.

When the old Taoist in the cave saw this scene, he only said three times in a row.

In the hanging temple, the barefoot monk who walked backwards in the corridor, looked at the mountains and rivers, saw this scene, and smiled: "It's better to be sparse than blocked, a good sea to embrace all rivers, a good reader!"

And the young man who didn't understand what was going on in his heart lake from beginning to end, only had the bleak scene of the autumn breeze in his eyes, thinking of the innocent girl who jumped into the East China Sea to save herself.

The affairs of the world are bigger than the affairs of the heart, and it has always been like this.

The boy looked up again.

The wind and clouds are scattered, and they are like rain.