Tianyuan Yansheng Temple is a very large temple of Lamaism, and five or six out of ten of the eight Sipa are stationed here. It occupies dozens of acres of place, there are more than 10 large and small partial halls, hundreds of quiet rooms of all kinds of wings, since the Ba Si Pa out of the customs, it is the prosperity of incense, good men and good women are innumerable. Of course, such an earthly hustle and bustle cannot go beyond the backyard of the temple.

At noon, in a side hall on the west side of the temple's backyard, it was slightly dark because the doors and windows were closed. A woman, dressed in a long black dress and wearing a white veil, is kneeling on a futon, her hands folded, as if she is silently chanting, or praying silently, and as if she is lost in thought.

Since that day, the sister of the drunken Qionglou sent a message to herself, and she took the risk of using the technique of potential stealing, and her spiritual sense infiltrated the Xuanjizi enchantment, and overheard the conversation between Xuanjizi and Wuxu. Not only did he hear a lot of military information and secrets, but he learned that this lama was originally from the Hualien Mystic Dharma Sect, and it was very likely that he was the master who helped Elder Liu vaguely mentioned by Grandma Liu. Under the excitement of his heart, he let the contemplative mystery find the clue. In the escape of life and death, he relied on this lama who called Huishi to realize the void and rescued him in the mandala Dharma realm, and he had a spiritual contact and lingering breath......

Suddenly, with a creak, the door was slowly pushed open. The woman said softly, "Let's take back the fasting meal, the little girl doesn't want to eat today." ”

Wuxu stood at the mouth, quietly looking at the woman kneeling under all kinds of tall Tibetan Buddha statues, facing her Qianqian figure, and asked, "Miss Zhao?" The woman looked at the motionless long projection on the ground, heard Wuxu's inquiry, turned her head suddenly, and saw Wuxu standing there, smiling at herself. Hurriedly got up, walked to Wuxu in front of him, bowed down, bowed his head and said, "A few days ago, the little girl entered the temple and was ready to thank the master for saving her life in person. But he didn't want to, and immediately, he heard that the master was injured by the East China Sea Demon. Yes, chanting the Buddha here, praying for the master. ”

On the same day, Zhao Tong came, and the little lama Chengzhu passed the word, and Wuxu had no intention of seeing each other. However, the little lama misunderstood, and after Yu Ming Duoji, Zhao Tong was placed in the quiet room in the backyard of the temple. Zhao Tong has been in contact with lamas for a long time, and the feelings in it have long been clear, and when he saw the little lama placing himself in a brightly decorated and luxurious quiet room in the backyard, he guessed his intentions, and secretly made up his mind in his heart. Who knows, Wu Xumo said that night, even a few nights later, and he never showed up. Zhao Tong was angry and shy, but it was difficult to get out of the backyard easily. One night, I suddenly heard that there was a huge fight in the palace. The next day, I found a more familiar servant girl and asked, only to learn that Wuxu was also beaten and his spiritual sense was damaged and he fell unconscious. He looked for an opportunity to meet Pasipa and begged to explore, but he was categorically refused, saying that he was seriously injured and refused to be bothered by outsiders. Zhao Tong couldn't, so he begged for Dorjee, and in the end he was only arranged in a side hall to chant and pray for blessings.

Wuxu didn't know so many reasons, but he remembered that he accepted Zhao Tong's pearl that day and politely refused to meet him, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and hurriedly said, "The girl is polite, the monk is compassionate, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter." Why do you care so much?" Then, looking up at the slightly eerie Buddha statue in the hall, he deliberately frowned slightly exaggeratedly, and said, "It's so stuffy here, we might as well go out and talk about it." Immediately, the spiritual sense was transmitted, and the tone was ridiculous, "The White Lotus Sect, still believe in Lamaism?" Zhao Tong, through the veil, his face changed slightly, his identity, knowing it is one thing, and saying it is another. He took a half step back and looked at Wuxu uneasily. Seeing that it was counterproductive, Wu Xuan hurriedly said, "Girl, don't misunderstand, I have no ill will towards the White Lotus Sect. Fang just pointed out the identity of the girl, because he wanted to be honest with the girl. Zhao Tong stood there, pondered for a moment, nodded, and walked out of the side hall with Wuxu, all the way, out of Tianyuan Yansheng Temple.

Wuxu took Zhao Tong and walked on the lively street for a while, then stood still awkwardly, smiled, and asked Zhao Tong, "Do you know where there is a quiet and elegant place nearby?" Zhao Tong stretched out his hand through the scarf, pursed his lips and smiled, while pointing ahead, "Turn left in front, there will be a teahouse, and the master will come with me." ”

Wuxu followed Zhao Tong, who was gently swinging the willow skirt, to a teahouse, and chose a quiet private room on the third floor. The two sat down, and while putting the tea from the little maid into their lips and tasting it, they asked each other.

After Wuxu went out of the mountain gate, he was captured by Moen, and after he fought to the death, he took away Moen's house, and Zhao Tong, who had taken off his veil at this moment, was engrossed, his eyes were looking forward to it, and he kept looking at Wuxu, who was dressed in a red robe, blonde hair and blue eyes, patted his white jade palm, and said with a smile, "I see." In that case, the master is actually just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old novice? No wonder the little woman thinks that the master's behavior is different from that of those old lamas, and the master is a little cramped and uneasy when she occasionally comes into contact with her on weekdays. ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Tong felt speechless, and a layer of blush suddenly appeared on his face, and then in his ear, he raised his hand with his long sleeves, and when the blush disappeared, Fang asked Wuxu who was slightly red, "In this way, the master is the one who rescued Elder Liu that day?" On that day, the little monk met Liu Futong and others in Poyang Lake, and casually repelled the frost of the Zhengyi Sect and saved the three of them. But I don't know what you girl have to do with them?"

Zhao Tong saw that Wuxu admitted that he was the one who rescued Liu Futong and blessed the White Lotus Order, and immediately stood up and saluted and thanked him, "The little girl has followed her grandmother into the White Lotus Sect branch altar in Shandong since she was a child, headed by Lord Han Helm, and Elder Liu is the elder of the sect. Now that President Han has been killed by the Yuan thief, we will take Elder Liu as the leader. ”

Wuxu talked with him for a while, and suddenly thought of Senior Brother Rujing, so he asked, "Does the girl know Guo Zixing in Haozhou City?" Zhao Tong thought for a while and replied, "I have heard my grandmother mention it before, but he is a hero and hero of Haozhou, and although we have no actual contact, we occasionally have correspondence. Now, it seems that he and Sun Deya, Peng Da, Zhao Junyong and others occupy Haozhou City to fight against the Yuan army, and it is also under the banner of Elder Liu. ”

Wuxu leaned on the cushion, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and said, "The girl is in Dadu to inquire about the news, so you have to be careful. Now, although the luck of the Yuan Dynasty has declined and the world is in chaos, the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff; especially in this capital, there are many masters, and things like that day must not be repeated. "Then take out the pearl that was stored in the Sumeru ring.

Zhao Tong saw that Wuxu looked old-fashioned, with a slightly admonishing tone, and pursed his mouth slightly, but when he heard Wuxu mention that "the things of that day must not be done again", he took out the round pearl from before casually, and couldn't help but have a happy face.

The Enlightenment Void Spirit recognized the Mandala Dharma Realm, manifested it behind him, and displayed the Endless Void Dharma Realm in this teahouse, emitting bursts of Sanskrit chanting and golden pale light.

"Now your own breath has been known by Xuanjizi. The transformation of the Dharma Realm on that day was just a measure of rights and interests. Now I have learned the method of integrating the Dharma realm of Lamaism, and from it I have learned the method of refining the Dharma Realm breath. This pearl will be refined and given to you to hide your breath. Wu Xuan said as he ingested the pearl that had risen into the air into the Dharma Realm behind him. But I saw that the pearl was shuttling through the Dharma realm like a meteor, and everywhere I passed, there were faintly heavenly maidens scattering flowers, vajra protectors, and Shura following. In the end, the pearl hangs like a bright moon in the world of the Dharma Realm, and there are also Dharma images such as Amitabha Buddha and the Bodhisattvas Mahasattva, which are fleeting. Zhao Tong's eyes widened, and he was fascinated.

But I only heard Wuxu recite the Buddha's trumpet, "Amitabha!", the pearl the size of the full moon flew out of the Dharma realm, and turned into the size of the original dragon's eye. After a cup of tea, the pearl floated quietly in front of Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong looked at Wuxu, who had already hidden the law realm on the opposite side, his hands were sealed, and he was slightly tired, and asked with his eyes, seeing Wuxu nodding and smiling, he reached out and held the pearl, rubbed it between his palms for a moment, and then leaned his body slightly, lowered his head, and carefully placed it in the forehead hair.

Wuxu watched Zhao Tong put the pearl on his head with a thousand graces, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, serene and quiet, solemn and bright. Although he knew that the pearl had just been refined and his breath was exposed, he was still stunned, and he said after a long while, "After this pearl is refined, there are still some wonderful uses for self-defense. Zhao Tong shook his head slightly, as if he was secretly feeling the weight and position of the pearl again, but his hair was carrying a burst of fragrant wind, with a smile on his face, his eyes were like pearls, and he smiled, "Don't worry, it's very good." Then, he clasped his hands together in front of Wuxu, slightly playful, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Wuxu is not a formal person, and laughed out loud. After that, half a gag and half solemnly, he said, "Your attitude of sending the Buddha is very similar to my Rujing junior brother." On another day, if you meet it, you can sacrifice this bead, chant it like this, and then tell me what I say today. ”

Zhao Tong sighed, raised the teacup, and asked with a smile while sipping it lightly, "You were captured by Mo En that day, and your junior brother doesn't know where you are now? Maybe you are also in this capital, and you even drank tea in the private room opposite us?"

Wuxu also slowly raised the warm teacup in his hand, looked at the wild geese flying south outside the window, and said leisurely, "Senior Brother Rujing, he has returned to the vulgar, and at this moment, he will be under the tent of Guo Zixing in Nahao Prefecture as a general guarding the city." ”

That's right

But the Buddha hall is heartfelt, and the secluded Accord talks about the past.

The small sand is refining the pearls, and the light tea is intoxicating.