That night, Zhuge Chen and the prince talked a lot, big and small, but they didn't say anything about each other's hearts. In a sense, both of them are cold-blooded people. But if you can be taken to your heart, you will not hesitate to do it.

But if you calculate carefully, how many people are there for Zhuge Chen?

When I came to this world, I met a lot of people, but most of them were general acquaintances. Zhuge Chen will definitely do some things about incense, but it can't be talked about when it comes to birth and death.

If this can be counted, the head of the Wang family who specially came to settle Yunmeng's troubles for him must also be counted as one. Zhuge Chen still understands the principle of reciprocating the grace of dripping water, and he will definitely return this great favor if he has the opportunity in the future. Since then, there will be no indebtedness. After returning to heaven, one day when he revisits his hometown, he will also go to the head of the Wang family to drink and talk. Wang Daxue must also be among this small group of people, and the relationship between the two is all in his heart. If you talk about it all day long, it's self-defeating.

As for the evil robes in the demon cave, they are still one step away from this layer. Not necessarily when, maybe it's just a simple smile.

In the early morning, Zhuge Chen said goodbye to the prince and returned to Kuhai Academy with the little monk.

On the way, the little monk couldn't help but ask: "Brother Chen, what did you talk about with the so-called prince, why do you look so preoccupied?"

Zhuge Chen stretched his brows and said softly: "It's not a big deal, I just feel that life in the world is simple to see no one can think about." A lot of times preconceived ideas are what others want you to see, and the most important thing is that you still believe in them. Before you were finally killed, among the several figures that flashed in your mind, you still felt that the murderer behind the scenes was sincere to you. Try to think of how pathetic this man must be if that were the case!"

The little monk nodded and said, "That's really sad. ”

For some reason, he stopped, broke off a willow branch from the side of the road, and put it in front of Zhuge Chen.

Zhuge Chen didn't know why, but he also stretched out his hand to take it, and then asked with a smile: "What do you mean?"

Buddhism is Zen, broad and profound. What's more, the little monk is already one of the three Buddhas, and his etiquette for subtleties must be far better than ordinary people. To tell the truth, compared to the quiet inaction of Taoism, and the Confucian scholars should take the common people as their own responsibility, Zhuge Chen likes this dull taste. It's a pity that he has already stood in this position, and he has only the choice of fighting against the water. No amount of sorrow is useless, it is not as good as the joy of sword qi.

If he was not Zhuge Chen, but a little-known person in the Bitter Sea Academy, the fate of him in the Qinglou could be imagined. The crown prince will not be in a dilemma for dignity and ambition, and Sun Gongzi will not be jealous. In the end, it is very likely that he will return to the academy half-dead, and he is destined to be ignored. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, if it is not about oneself, one must stay away, even if it is an eye-catching excitement, one must first weigh whether oneself will die because of this.

There was once a time when Zhuge Chen was there

In the Brahma realm, he observed the battle of life and death between the two pseudo-saints at close range, and in that battle, even the head of the Zhuge family was shocked, and he personally protected the white-clothed ascending to the sky, seeking insights from it. The aftermath of the battle was not only not a threat, but turned into a trickle under the traction of the Zhuge family master's fist intent, for him to think about slowly.

But others don't have such a good life, especially the extremely ambitious Yamasawa Yexiu. When encountering such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he put life and death out of the way, and also sought opportunities from it. How many heroes have died for this can only be described in four words. Zhuge Chen had also seen a young cultivator with a long reputation fall into the vortex caused by the rivalry between two false saints, but this could not cause any waves in his heart. His own choice, even if he died, there was nowhere to say.

There is no more just truth in the world than such a clear antecedents and consequences.

Wait for the end of the war between the two pseudo-saints, and end with the death of one of them. The head of the Zhuge family signaled Zhuge Chen to go below to find some good fortune, and with his god-king personality, the most precious treasures would not fall into the hands of other cultivators. But Zhuge Chen just shook his head silently and turned to leave.

As a result, just as he thought, the life and death between the pseudo-saints could not leave any previous treasures at all. Even if there is, Zhuge Chen is not envious, no matter how good it is, it is no better than the rubber pillar on his waist. But those magic weapons that can soar into the sky after obtaining them are undoubtedly fatal temptations, even if someone crawls out of the sea of corpses and blood in the end, as long as they look at the treasure in their arms, they can laugh.

Zhuge Chen was very envious of this, because he had not had that feeling for a long time.

Even if he obtained the Sanchen Sword that had been with the kendo people day and night for thousands of years in the Demon Cave Mansion, Zhuge Chen's complexion did not change much.

The little monk sighed and said word by word: "Brother Chen, don't you think that there is a big problem with your current state of mind?"

What's the big problem?

Zhuge Chen, who is many times more romantic than today, has died in the sky together with the god king body, and may be able to get it back one day, but it is definitely not now. The ancients didn't know how much they were worried, but whether they knew it or not, it was really that important?

Not necessarily.

Seeing that Zhuge Chen didn't mean to answer, the little monk continued: "The arrogance is still the same, but it is repeatedly entangled, this is the biggest problem for you at present, Brother Chen. The former doesn't matter, he is a natural god king, and it must be impossible without a little arrogance. But if there are other thoughts mixed in it, it is not pure. A single thought can make all things live, and it can also make all things die. This sentence, you and I encourage both. ”

Zhuge Chen laughed softly, stretched out his hand and patted the back of the little monk's head: "You don't look like a monk anymore, no matter how you look at it, you are a scholar in a Confucian shirt." You said that if you were under Confucianism at the beginning, you would have achieved a higher level, otherwise I wouldn't always feel that you were more talented in that area. ”

The little monk folded his hands, recited a Buddha name and said, "These are not the questions I should think about, if you and I are two."

People are not old acquaintances, and I will not say these words. ”

Zhuge Chen learned from the little monk's slightly angry appearance and said: "I listened to your words in my heart, but as for whether I can change it, I dare not guarantee it." ”

"That's enough. The little monk pointed back to the willow branch and said, "Just like this willow branch, when it is luxuriant, it is only midsummer, and there is always a time when it is weak in winter." But what can it be? Dead wood can still meet spring, let alone Brother Chen. When I first heard about you leaving the heavens by slaying the god king's body, I knew in my heart that one day you would continue to stand on the top of the mountains!"

Without tears in his eyes after meeting his confidant, Zhuge Chen has never been an emotional person. But in his heart, he has already classified the little monk as the kind of person who should be trusted the most.

......

On the day when the little monk and his group of monks left Kuhai Academy and returned to heaven, Zhuge Chen got up early to see them off.

Naturally, the academy master walked in front of him, chatting with his old monk, and warmly invited him to come over next time. Zhuge Chen walked behind, listening to the conversation between the two people, and yawned boredly. It wasn't until the little monk ran in front of him that he barely opened his eyes.

The little monk smiled and asked, "Brother Chen, you didn't rest well yesterday?"

Zhuge Chen shook his head and said, "It's a silly day to get up early, and it's good to have a good night's sleep later." ”

As he spoke, he stuffed one of his mustard seeds into the little monk's hand, which was full of wine and meat that he had specially bought. Although it is not much, it is enough for the little monk who does not touch the fragrance of meat all day long to deal with it for ten days and half a month. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw the monk who should have had a good conversation with the master. This person is the master of the little monk, and the two had a relationship in their early years. At that time, Zhuge Chen, who was in the stubborn age, always laughed and called him an old bald donkey, and when he was a little older and knew how to count etiquette, he changed his name to the old monk.

The old monk stretched out his hand, took away the mustard seed full of wine and meat without saying anything, and then glared at the little monk before he said to Zhuge Chen seriously: "The dragon swims in the shallows, but it is destined to be able to fly to the sky." So the little donor doesn't have to worry about this, if he loses his horse, how can he know if it's a blessing?"

Zhuge Chen heard the kindness in the old monk's words, so he apologized: "The younger generation was unscrupulous in his words before, and I hope the seniors will not be surprised." ”

The old monk laughed and said: "Even you yourself said Wuji, how can I be a monk in my heart? ”

Then the old monk turned his head and said to the master: "Your originally lifeless academy is destined to be vigorous in the future! Everyone has their own life, but after all, it is also the four words of my Buddha's compassion." ”

Zhuge Chen did not hear these two sentences. Otherwise, the old monk in white will not be able to resist it, and when the time comes, it will be difficult to speculate in the future.

Bang!

only heard a loud noise, Zhuge Chen looked up, and a dazzling pillar of light fell from the sky, and the clouds and mist dispersed everywhere he passed. One by one, the monks stepped into it, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhuge Chen was surprised by such a method and couldn't help but ask

"Courtyard Master, this pillar of light can't be from our academy, right?"

"Otherwise?" the academy master asked rhetorically, "If you can cultivate from the academy to the realm where you can leave, we may also use this to send you up and see a wider world." ”

Hearing this, Zhuge Chen frowned, and always felt that there was something in the words of the courtyard master.

"Brother Chen, see you in the future!"

High in the sky, a voice was heard.

Zhuge Chen hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and his doubts were dispelled.

Just like the little monk said, dead wood can still meet spring, let alone himself? Before that, it is better to let some things that are not necessary to know the root cause.

(End of chapter)