Because of the Zhuge family's emphasis on Taoism and light on Buddha, there are few temples in the Brahma realm. So when he walked into the temple called Jingde Temple with Qing'er, he rarely felt uncomfortable.

And Qing'er took him to the main hall with a familiar car, and at a glance, he knew that he often went to burn incense and worship the Buddha. For cultivators, the three rituals are still mostly unbelieving. Zhuge Chen is an example, in his opinion, borrowing means and being classified into the three religions are two different things.

As a pilgrim, Zhuge Chen paid for a few pillars of incense, and by the way, he also obtained the qualification to ask for a signature. Before that, Qing'er had to kneel on the ground and worship the Buddha statue devoutly.

After a while, a little monk with shaved hair came over, walked in front and led the two of them to the main hall to meet the abbot of this Jingde Temple.

In the meantime, Qing'er and Zhuge Chen joked: "I hope you can ask for a sign, otherwise it is best to come to Jitai." ”

Zhuge Chen smiled and said, I don't believe this.

Then he looked at a pond in the backyard. A lot of green lotus is planted in the pond, and it is ready to be put in bud in this late autumn. Zhuge Chen looked at his heart, and asked the little monk if he could pick one and keep it for himself to watch from afar. It's just that before he finished speaking, he was rejected by righteousness and solemnity.

The green lotus is planted here, and it is exquisite. Each lotus flower represents the luck of the temple.

And where is the luck?

On the body of the abbot of the temple, of course.

And picking lotus flowers means that you have taken away your luck. If the abbot is in his twilight years, this seemingly inconspicuous lotus flower is his yang longevity.

After Zhuge Chen, who figured out the reason, apologized, he stopped talking. A gentleman does not take the favor of others, although the word white clothes is far from the word gentleman, but he is not a person who messes around.

Seeing that Zhuge Chen was so reasonable, the little monk kindly reminded: "The abbot has not seen strange pilgrims for many years, and I don't know why he is on a whim today. But don't worry, you will benefit a lot from talking to the abbot. ”

Zhuge Chen smiled and thanked him, and walked into the house with Qing'er.

As the saying goes, the Tao is born from the heart, these two are people with extremely brilliant skins, especially the man, ordinary boys and girls are already rich and noble, not to mention that he is even worthy of the words "Alluring the country and the city". The little monk sighed, the abbot did this, presumably for the temple to earn the ethereal but actually quite solid incense.

He remembered for no reason that the abbot had risen early in the morning a few days earlier, and that his only son had watered and fertilized the pond, and that it was after that day that the pond, which had been almost dry, came back to life. Even those green lotuses that have not bloomed for a long time are still budding. Is this really a good sign? But the remark made him a little worried.

After that day, the little monk did not fail to ask the abbot. However, the abbot kept his mouth shut, and just said a mysterious and mysterious word.

Hearing the voice of the same door shouting at him in the distance, the little monk scratched the top of his head, which had long been hairless, and shouted with a smirk, and then left the distracting thoughts in his heart and ran over.

Anyway, after all, the abbot said that the six roots are quiet. He is so cranky, it is a big taboo [... ￥ #... Better, newer, faster]

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Incense was burned in the house, so the smoke was filled.

There was also a room in the house, and a voice came from it, "Can you ask the male benefactor to come and see me first?"

Zhuge Chen didn't ask, glanced at Qing'er, and walked in. At a glance, he saw an old monk sitting on the ground, smiling and amiable. Zhuge Chen stepped forward, only to find that there were already two teacups on the tea table. He didn't say anything, but he had a feeling that the old monk was sitting here, as if he had been waiting for him.

The two glanced at each other, and the old monk said, "Finally waiting for the donor, please use tea." ”

Zhuge Chen took a sip of fragrant tea, and asked with a smile, "Does the abbot know me?"

The old monk did not speak, but pointed to the teacup. The sunlight shines through the small window on the wall, like a sun in a well.

Zhuge Chen didn't understand the true meaning, and asked: "Just say what you say, I still know the truth of loyalty." ”

"Since it was said by the benefactor, the old man did it. The old monk picked up the teacup and spilled the tea on the ground. However, each drop of water condensed in the air, like a world.

Seeing this, Zhuge Chen said, "I never thought that the abbot of a small temple would have such a means. The world is so big, and it really can come out in large numbers. ”

It's just a means, Zhuge Chen can't judge the specific realm of the old monk, but he guesses that it is at least above the true path. A small temple, a Zhen Dao who is by no means weaker than the head of the Wang family. If this person really had the intention to kill him, with his current state of micro-end, he would not be able to resist even a breath of time. In the great war of cultivators, only mortals really suffer. And today's Zhuge Chen is inferior to a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken.

It seemed that seeing Zhuge Chen's subconscious feeling like a great enemy, the old monk said softly: "The donor doesn't need to be wary, the old man has no other thoughts, just talking." ”

He was afraid that Zhuge Chen would not believe it, so he added: "Monks don't speak." ”

He slowly pressed down his hand, and the water droplets around him burst in an instant. The room also changed the smell of the pond, and he stretched out his finger and pointed a little into the air, and a new moon rose. And around the two of them, there are also a number of flowers.

The moon in the sky, the flowers next to the water, seem to mean something.

Zhuge Chen frowned, because he thought of his bamboo basket magic technique, Mirror Blossom Water Moon!

Could it be that the old monk really meant his own bamboo basket magic skills? But now his provincial realm is only at the peak of good luck, plus he can always suppress it, and there are at least a few years before the bamboo basket fetches water. Let's talk about it now, after all, it's early.

However, the old monk just took out a lottery holder, shook it twice and put it in front of Zhuge Chen: "Donor, please take out one, and I will unsign it for you." ”

Although Zhuge Chen was suspicious in his heart, he still took out one, didn't look at it himself, and handed it directly to the old monk.

"The pine and cypress in the forest are thriving, and the rain, snow, wind and frost are always indestructible; The old monk muttered to himself: "The donor's signature is the eighth sign! The road is prosperous, lifelong meritorious, the silkworms are ripe, and the valley is ripe."

Rice is prosperous. This sign is the image of the pine and cypress of the forest, and everything is noble. It doesn't matter what the donor asks for, since there is this sign again, I think the result is good no matter what. Even if there is a surprise in the process, it will turn the danger into a disaster. ”

Zhuge Chen smiled lightly and said, "Borrow the abbot's auspicious words." ”

But what the old monk said, he didn't listen to it. Things are man-made, and without that person, no matter how simple things are, they can't be done.

The old monk saw that Zhuge Chen had been absent-minded, so he poured a full teacup for him, and then said: "I just heard that the donor wanted a lotus flower in the pond in the courtyard, but was rejected by the little monk in the temple?"

Zhuge Chen didn't understand why he suddenly said this, but he still nodded.

The old monk continued: "Since the donor likes it, it doesn't hurt to take one. What's more, what the donor is practicing is the broken path of green lotus life step by step, and without the help of others, of course, it is difficult to ascend to the sky. ”

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "The abbot still knows about the green lotus life step by step?"

The old monk laughed and said, "Not only that, but I also know that the donor is Zhuge Chen, the eldest son of the Heavenly Zhuge family. The former young god king, right? It's a pity that it's not anymore, and the end of the god king is really a sad thing for the listeners to shed tears and see the eyes. ”

The atmosphere in the room was cold because of these words, and Zhuge Chen subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the rubber pillar. The chill seeped into his bones, and he remembered his identity as a waster. I couldn't help but smile helplessly, from this point of view, there is only what comes and what is safe. The identity will never be so simple that since the old monk of the abbot of Jingde Temple meets him, he must have his own thoughts. You don't need Zhuge Chen to guess, it will come to light.

The old monk pointed to the moon in the sky, put away the water in the house with his hands, and said: "And the donor already knows his own bamboo basket technique, which is a mirror flower and water moon, right?"

Zhuge Chen secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not panic, but a feeling that everything he did was observed from afar: "How does the abbot know, even if you are a cultivator in the heavens, but many of the things you said happened only when I came to this world. ”

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility: "You sent someone to follow me?"

The old monk shook his head with a smile and said, "The body is almost decayed, where did you get that kind of spirit?" It's just that I have been in the temple for a long time and like to deduce more." Besides, it's not surprising that I am a god-king body with the donor, so if we have a little bit of the same mind, right?"

The three words of God-King Body have not appeared in the heavens for nearly a thousand years. One of the god kings came into the world and could not be found, and the previous god king was said to have died of hatred, and made a last promise to take the god king's body and himself to the coffin. So when Zhuge Chen was pushed to the big stage by the Zhuge family, he was so shocked.

Zhuge Chen looked at the old monk and subconsciously felt that he was not lying. And counting the time, a saint who has attained the body of a god king can not only live in the world for thousands of years.

"There is a rumor in heaven that I am dead. Indeed, the death of the heart is actually more terrifying than the death of the body in the real sense. The old monk said slowly: "But come to the world."

Being a monk who does not contaminate the cause and effect of red dust has always felt that it is a fortunate thing, and I have not felt wronged myself. After all, taking refuge in Buddhism was my own choice. What's more, isn't the god king of the donor also here? It is conceivable that our god king is in the same vein and does not want to go the ordinary way. ”

At this moment, Qing'er, who had been waiting outside the door, knocked on the door. The old monk opened the door in the air and motioned for her to come in. Then a teacup was taken out by the old monk and placed in front of Qing'er.

Since Zhuge Chen has no realm, he naturally doesn't know the heartfelt words between the two.

"Today's events, I hope the female benefactor will not talk about it. ”

"Don't worry, abbot, I'll keep my mouth shut. ”

Zhuge Chen looked at Qing'er who was drinking tea, but the other party kept burying his head and was always unwilling to look at him, so Zhuge Chen had no choice but to give up.

He looked at the old monk and spoke, and changed his title: "That senior and I met today, was it your calculation?"

"Of course not. The old monk waved his hand: "When the two of us meet, cause and effect are doomed." The most widely circulated saying that I want to bring the god-king body into the coffin is not a lie. This world is my coffin. There is no doubt that the saint has this means, and you will know later. In fact, in the final analysis, the donor beheaded himself is not in the layout of others, but in me. The cause I owe will have to be repaid when it bears fruit. Even if we can't meet today, there will be times when we meet in the future. At the end of the day, it's what I owe to the benefactor. ”

In the room, there was a soft sigh of the old monk. His figure makes people feel lonely, of course, not because of the twilight of the hero, but probably because he has seen through too many things in the world, so he will have this exhaustion.

Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "Just as my predecessors don't regret that they converted to Buddhism, I don't care about any god-king body. Cut it down, it's cut off, there's nothing to regret. Maybe I will become an immortal in the future, all because of my cruelty to myself. ”

The old monk laughed and said: "It is really a hero from ancient times, and the donor's spirit is high-spirited, compared to me in the past, only surpassing! In the future, the flesh will be mortal, sometimes good and sometimes bad, but it will all be for the sake of people. After all this, there is nothing worth thinking about in this world. Chic half a life, Buddhism half a life, I, the god king, have no regrets. ”

After he finished speaking, he pointed his finger at Zhuge Chen's eyebrows, and said in his mouth: "Your mirror flower is actually not my bamboo basket magic technique, it is just my speculation." Coincidentally, I gave the donor another chance, and the grasshopper shook the tree, which is my bamboo basket technique. In the world of life, no one is self-sufficient!"

With laughter, the figure of the old monk gradually faded, and he talked to himself, but his voice was very loud. It's just that the room has become a saint's heaven and earth, and it can't be passed out: "If I am not a god king, and she is not a little princess of a dynasty, will I cut off the so-called god king's bad luck and stay here? Donor, the old man will send you a word, don't wait for regrets, regret the past. ”

In the last sentence, the old monk said it to Zhuge Chen.

Then he said to Qing'er: "The female donor is too, and when she leaves, she also has an opportunity to send off." This is the practice of the Divine Dynasty, quite and the meridians of women. Just remember not to reveal it easily. Otherwise, with the temperament of the Divine Dynasty, it may not be impossible to hunt down this world. ”

In the end, he took off the robe on his body, became the unbeatable saint and god king of the past, raised his arms and exclaimed: "Bullshit God Dynasty, even if Lao Tzu dies, it will be a whole body without cause and effect." But you, those "blessings" I left behind, aren't they wonderful?"

Finally, the old monk died after squandering his own qi. However, the disappearance caused by the death of the saint is like the cry of heaven and earth. Zhuge Chen walked out of the house, looked up at the sky, and picked a green lotus in the pond in the lower courtyard. Buried his head and sniffed the fragrance of green lotus.

"Taiyi Divine Dynasty? I can't imagine that there are two saints who are kind to me because of you who have imprisoned themselves in this world, and your ability is really great! When I go back, the two accounts will be together, and I will definitely ask for clarification. Zhuge Chen put Qinglian on his chest and said it to himself.

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Heaven and heaven, the east wall of the Taiyi God Dynasty.

Today, there is silence.

The emperor kept his face calm and did not speak for a long time. He looked at the black clouds that crushed the city in the distance, and his brows tightened.

"He Liu Tianlow is finally dead, but he is in a big trouble, why is the emperor not the slightest happy? Tell me, what is the reason?" No one dared to speak, they were afraid that they would anger the moody emperor because of this: "If you don't say it, this emperor will come to me." Although he Liu Tianlow died, he left three qi engines in the world when he was dying, and the strongest and weakest two protected the two of them respectively, leaving a lot of hidden dangers for the future of my god dynasty with such ingenious means. As for the rest of the force, it also invaded my divine fortune and broke off the momentum of rapid progress. Back and forth, I have retreated for more than a hundred years!

When the prime minister heard this, he stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I'll go and let people go to the dragon vein of the god to check to make sure that nothing goes wrong." ”

"Hugh is in charge. The emperor opened his mouth and said, "The means used by a saint at the cost of his own life cannot be solved by non-human immortals. Besides, my god dynasty has always regarded myself very highly, and I don't even pay attention to those four human immortals, and if I go to ask for help now, it will only make the people in the heavens see jokes. Let him go, the dead are destined to be unable to stir up any waves. Today, the emperor is tired, so let's retreat. ”

When the courtiers heard this, they were pardoned. Some even left their heads covered with sweat, and their legs were so weak that they almost knelt on the court. Fortunately, the officials around him helped him in time, otherwise with the anger of today's emperor, he would have to be pulled out and beheaded immediately.

The Emperor got up from the dragon chair and strode away to the deep palace.

There has always been a woman living in the palace, and although she lives here, no one dares to snub her. The reason for this is very simple, because she is the sister of the Holy One today. Because of things that no one knows, they are grounded here.

I only know that this matter has existed as early as when the current Emperor Taishang was sitting on that dragon chair.

The emperor walked into the palace and saw himself

's sister sat facing the window as usual. The woman couldn't say how beautiful she was, but her temperament was cold, and her long black hair hung down, like a waterfall. Especially a pair of eyes, breathtaking.

Before he could speak, the woman took the lead and said, "I know that he is dead, but isn't it all thanks to the emperor's brother and father? ”

The emperor sighed and said, "Girl, you know, the imperial brother has never been the same to others as he is to you. Only in this matter is that there is no room for negotiation. It was, and it is. I'm not here to persuade you, I'm afraid that if you know it, you'll be upset with yourself. Since ancient times, smart people love to drill the horns of the bull!"

The woman said in a cold voice: "Thank you Brother Huang for your kindness, please leave!"

(End of chapter)