"The concubine wants to see how hard the bones of your Liu children are, hehe. ”

In an instant, an arc of light pierced the depth of the night sea, and between the lightning and flint, it fell on the original Liujiang tide that was aroused in his heart!

"Let's go!"

Before the Liu clan patriarch's words fell, Liu Jiangchao's screams broke the silence of this beautiful place in the suburbs.

"Hehe, this is just a small punishment, if I can't see Liu Qingyun after three days, you Liu family, you have enjoyed enough of the prosperity of this world, it's time to pay for your own sins. ”

The tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing, and at this point, in the deep night sea, that killing machine suddenly disappeared, leaving only the patriarch of the Liu clan with a gloomy face and Liu Jiangchao holding his legs and feet at the covered bridge and shouting for help.

"Alas......"

The patriarch of the Liu clan sighed, that demon was right, the Liu clan relied on Liu Qingyun's power to enjoy enough prosperity in the world in Tongye Prefecture, but the sins were often unnoticed.

Although Liu Jiangchao, who has the best talent, is highly valued by Liu Qingyun for reading, he is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

There are some things that the nobles do, and the big families naturally do it, male thieves and female prostitutes, incest, these things will not be rare in the Liu family.

"Liu, do you really want to be removed from this Tongye Prefecture?"

The patriarch of the Liu clan knew very well that his nominal nephew Liu Qingyun would never come back because of the catastrophe of the Liu clan, and it was already the limit to invite the mountain peak immortal master to this Tongye Prefecture.

............

It was still early, Wang Yuanbao called Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen up early, not an inch of time is light, this morning is the best time to read, and it is also a good time to hurry.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

It is not only the truth of boxing, but also the truth of reading and literacy.

It's just that Han Shen is really not very happy.

Also, they are all young people, although they are energetic, but they have finally arrived in such a prosperous world, they are crazy to play, and they want to sleep more, it is understandable, this day is still wandering in the mountains on the edge of the sky, so they will wake up Wang Yuanbao, even Jiang Ayuan is not very happy.

But there is also one who got up much earlier than Wang Yuanbao, and that is Tang Xiake.

"Hey, where's your beard?!"

Jiang Ayuan pointed at Tang Xiake who walked in from outside the inn in surprise and said loudly.

Wang Yuanbao and Han Shen looked in the direction Jiang Ayuan pointed, the bearded young man was a little unaccustomed to touching his smooth chin at this time, and showed a shy smile at the three of them.

"Hahahaha, you have a beard, hahaha......"

Han Shen, the guy with a low laugh, couldn't help it at first, and laughed while holding his stomach.

Laughter is contagious.

Rao is Wang Yuanbao couldn't help but smile shyly, and Tang Xiake laughed.

The people in this inn who had not woken up in the morning were awakened by this loud laughter.

"I'll just say, as soon as my beard falls off, I'm also a beautiful boy. ”

Tang Xiake walked on the official road of Tongye Prefecture, rubbing his smooth chin incessantly, narcissistically.

"Yes, yes, you're right. ”

Wang Yuanbao looked at Tang Xiake who was constantly flirting with the bronze mirror speechlessly, it turned out that the reason why Tang Xiake bought the bronze mirror yesterday was to flirt, which was really speechless.

Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen pursed their lips when they heard this, such a narcissistic Tang Xiake is really a little unacceptable, as if she is a beautiful woman who is tragically beautiful, and suddenly lifted her skirt, but it is not the extraordinary spring light in her imagination, but the leg hair like woolen pants.

Fortunately, Tang Xiake is still a little self-aware.

"Look! there's a manor there!"

Jiang Ayuan pointed to the manor road not far away that was hidden among the maple poplars.

............

The interception and intrigue in Luodu did not disappear with the arrival of the New Year.

Fang Yuan didn't take the assassination in Zangyun Mountain to heart, since it was a gambling game, there would definitely be those who didn't follow the rules, but they couldn't make these people feel bad, right?

The old man still has to be seen.

Su Yousheng, who was originally going to be the Great Soluo Capital, also dragged Fang Yuan to Xiangguo Temple.

Su Yousheng wore a lake blue sword shirt, and the shoulder-length green silk was tied with a plain ribbon.

There is a table clock in front of the gate of Xiangguo Temple, which is engraved with the compassion heart sutra of the world-honored one.

Fang Yuan walked in the sandalwood in Xiangguo Temple, his mood became more and more calm, and the square bricks under his feet were also engraved with Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures engraved on the bricks are the Sutra of the Cloud Wilderness and the Demons.

Su Yousheng walked in front and walked very solemnly, her mother usually never let her do anything she didn't like, but this was the first time.

The monk stood behind the temple gate and saw the square

Yuan and Su Yousheng hurriedly greeted them and said, "Please leave the sword behind this donor, no swords are allowed in Xiangguo Temple." ”

Fang Yuan was not like the ordinary sword cultivation disciples of Yingzhou Shanhaiguan who were accustomed to turning the sword into jewelry and wearing it on his body, but directly carried the iron sword behind him, and his thin figure was matched with a big iron sword, which was really a bit of a match.

Su Yousheng was accustomed to Fang Yuan's approach, so she automatically ignored the iron sword that Fang Yuan was carrying, and only then did she remember the iron sword he was carrying behind him when she heard the guest monk mention it.

"Why don't you find a place to rest first, and I'll go in by myself. Su Yousheng knew that Fang Yuan would not take off the iron sword, and the sword cultivator would never easily leave the flying sword in the hands of others.

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe someone will agree to me bringing the sword in." ”

The monk looked at the noble boy with an iron sword in front of him, and said coldly: "If you come to worship incense, Xiangguo Temple welcomes you, but if you are here to find trouble, then please go out." ”

Su Yousheng's expression turned cold when he heard this.

Fang Yuan patted her hand and signaled that she didn't have to take the words of the guest monk to heart.

"Su Hui, don't be rude. ”

A young monk came suddenly, the moon-white monk's robe was curling in the sandalwood, extraordinarily elegant, and there was only one person in Xiangguo Temple who could have such a look.

The younger brother of the Buddha, Mingyuan Zen Master.

Seeing Mingyuan, the monk clasped his hands together and said, "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

Mingyuan waved his hand, signaling him to go down first, and turned to meet the two "prisoners" in Yingzhou Shanhaiguan.

"Come with me, both of you. Mingyuan clasped his hands together and smiled at Fang Yuan and Su Yousheng.

The depths of Xiangguo Temple are not as solemn as Su Yousheng imagined, but a relaxed and tranquil atmosphere.

Green pines are planted on both sides of the Buddhist road, but unlike the green pines on Mirror Mountain, the green pines in Xiangguo Temple have been accumulating snow-white mist, not because this is the first generation of Buddha to plant it in winter.

Somehow, Fang Yuan actually remembered a sentence written by a sour literati.

"It's now like a cover. ”

This sentence is very appropriate to put on these green pines like a canopy in Xiangguo Temple, but I don't know what the Buddha's expression would be if he knew what Fang Yuan was thinking now.

Mingyuan did not take Fang Yuan and Su Yousheng to the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the middle of Xiangguo Temple, but turned a wooden bridge and entered the peach blossom forest.

It was a cold winter, and this peach blossom forest hidden in Xiangguo Temple was still blooming delicately, and the peach was dying, scorching its glory.

And the Buddha who everyone admires, in the meditation room in the depths of the peach blossoms, quietly fiddling with the nine rings that he just bought from outside the gate of Xiangguo Temple, his expression is very focused.

However, the nine rings in his hand did not move at all, this thing was originally made for puzzles, but I didn't expect to stump the most intelligent Buddha in Xiangguo Temple, if it was passed out, it would definitely surprise many people.

More of it is probably a hilarious laugh.

Mingyuan walked directly into the meditation room and said to the Buddha who was pondering: "Senior brother, they are here." ”

In fact, there is no door in the meditation room, because the Buddha said that if the door is closed, how to welcome the big Buddha in the hearts of ordinary people.

Therefore, the meditation room in Xiangguo Temple does not have a door.

Su Yousheng stepped forward, after all, he came to repay his wish for his mother, and he couldn't be rude: "Buddha, I'll repay my wish on behalf of my mother." ”

The Buddha stopped fiddling with the nine rings in his hand, looked up at Su Yousheng and said, "Oh, it's Mrs. Su, then you sit down first, and wait until I unravel this." ”

Mingyuan smiled helplessly and motioned for Fang Yuan to sit down as well.

There were three futons in the meditation room, and it seemed that the Buddha had already known that the two of them were coming, and Fang Yuan felt more and more that this crazy and wise Buddha was interesting.

Seeing this, Ming Yuan turned around and walked out of the peach blossom forest.

These were arranged in advance, and after Mingyuan finished what he had to do, there was naturally no need to be here anymore.

Su Yousheng glanced at Fang Yuan, who had an indifferent expression, and knew that he could only wait for the playful Buddha in front of him to untie the nine rings in his hand before he could repay his wish.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

This Buddha, who planted this piece of peach blossoms, is also a person with a story.

The nine links are interlocked in the hands of the Buddha, and they are about to be unraveled, but they are once again in a stalemate, which is where the puzzle of the nine links lies.

The Buddha looked up at Fang Yuan, as if his eyes contained an ancient well seemed to be able to see through everything in the world: "Do you know how to unravel this Nine Links?"

Fang Yuan looked directly into the eyes of the Buddha and said lightly: "I know." ”

The Buddha handed the nine links in his hand to Fang Yuan's hand, there are some things that cannot be untied by himself, so he can only let others untie them, the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear, this truth is eternal.

The nine links are interlocking, as long as you make a mistake, don't think about unraveling them directly, just like some things, seemingly unrelated, but faintly affecting each other, just like the nine links in this hand, the interlocking ones form something that people can't see.

Fang Yuan took the Nine Rings, and did not try to untie it, but carried the sword element, and a sharp edge appeared, this was the sword technique of the First Sword Sect, and the sword element came out of the body, simulating the sword light

Su Yousheng was very surprised when he saw Fang Yuan using the Finger Sword Technique, the Fingering Sword Technique that could only be used in the upper realm of the Far Journey Realm, Fang Yuan, a person who didn't practice much, actually arrived in the Far Journey Realm.

If this is seen by other disciples of the One Sword Sect, they will be surprised, and it will be too annoying to go to the Far Away Realm without cultivating.

People are more than people, and they can't be compared.

However, Su Yousheng is more calm, and when he is used to being surprised, he will look calm.

Fang Yuan picked up the Nine Links and used the edge of the Finger Sword Technique to slash through the Nine Links, and the iron Nine Links were cut like soft mud under the edge of the Finger Sword Technique.

With a ding, the Nine Consecutive Rings that the Buddha couldn't unravel even after racking his brains were so easily unraveled by Fang Yuan's Finger Sword Technique.

The Buddha was not surprised, but asked with a smile: "If it can't be solved with a sword, what should it do?"

Meaningful.

Fang Yuan looked at the Buddha and said without hesitation: "Then cut it again!"

The Buddha was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed: "Yes, yes! ”

The Buddha's entanglement was naturally not a trivial matter, but after thinking about it too much, his thinking naturally fell into a strange circle, and this strange circle would continue to circulate until Fang Yuan cut the circle with his sword.

It's like a broken nine rings, and the eyes suddenly open up.

Su Yousheng took out a letter from his sleeve, which was stained with lush sandalwood, this letter, his mother had been worshiped in the Buddhist hall for a long time, Su Yousheng didn't remember when the letter began to replace the Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall, only remembered that the sandalwood curling paper was already glowing with fragrant yellow.

The Buddha smiled and took the letter handed by Su Yousheng, and without looking at it, he directly opened the envelope sealed with fire paint and took out a blank piece of paper.

That's right, it's a blank sheet of paper with no words written.

The only thing that can be seen on the white paper is the dim yellow of sandalwood smoked, and the time smoked out for a long time.

"Why does everyone believe in Buddhism?" the Buddha saw Su Yousheng's doubts and smiled lightly.

There was nothing superfluous in the meditation room, except for three futons, there was a Jun porcelain teapot and three tea cups.

The Buddha's hand like white jade attached the Jun porcelain teapot, and a stream of tea fragrance poured out of the spout, but it was not strong.

After the intensity, all that remains is blandness.

The Buddha naturally didn't drink bland tea, because what was brewed in the teapot was a small dragon group that would only be available in the winter of the gods.

The brown tea soup is poured out of the snow-white spout and falls into the white porcelain tea cup, which has a special beauty.

What overflows is not the tea soup, but the fragrance of tea.

Fang Yuan picked up the teacup, smelled it, put it down, picked up the Danding pot on his waist, and took a sip of wine, he liked wine more than tea.

The Buddha snorted vigorously and said, "The yellow sorghum in Nankezhou is drunk, it's a pity, I can't drink it." ”

Fang Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the Buddha with a drunken look.

Three cups of tea are poured, and the tea fragrance in the meditation room fills the room, but the tea fragrance in this room is mixed with a strong aroma of wine.

"Believing in Buddha is like tea in a cup, Buddha is the fragrance of tea, we drink tea, but before drinking tea, it is to smell tea, this is believing in Buddha. ”

The Buddha picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued: "Therefore, what the world believes in is not the Buddha, but in myself, and I do not believe in the Buddha, I believe in the compassion in the hearts of people. ”

Su Yousheng didn't drink tea, but carefully smelled the fragrant and fragrant tea fragrance, which was better than sandalwood, but not as strong as sandalwood.

Fang Yuan picked a peach blossom sticking in from the window and said, "I don't know if there is such a dead peach blossom in Changle Palace." ”

The Buddha also picked a peach blossom and said with a chuckle: "The peach blossom is dew and red after all, if there is one in the Changle Palace, then the masters in the four academies are afraid that they will scold the pot." ”

"That's right. Fang Yuan didn't ask any more, what the Buddha didn't want to say was Changle Palace.

Su Yousheng walked out of the meditation room, the wish has been repaid, she doesn't like this piece of scorching peach blossoms, for no other reason, the person who walked to the snow field with a knife on his back broke off a peach blossom and gave it to his mother.

The so-called vow is actually to fold a peach blossom to my mother.

Remembering what is missed, there are only memories.

Fang Yuan got up and walked out of the meditation room, there was an interesting Buddha living in the depths of the flowers and trees, and that was enough.

Seeing Su Yousheng break off the peach blossom branch, Fang Yuan suddenly saw a person, or that woman.

"The wind and snow return on a night. ”

The voice of the Buddha sounded in his ears slowly, Fang Yuan knew that this was the only thing the Buddha was willing to say, reciprocating the peach, since he had untied the nine links, then the Buddha could not be silent, this was a tacit understanding between the two people.

Outside Xiangguo Temple is still very lively, the noble son who came out of Xiangguo Temple and the female son who has a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows have an extra peach blossom in his hand.

In the vast white capital of the gods, it is extraordinarily beautiful.

The Buddha walked out of the meditation room, and no one could understand what he was thinking, so he had to tell the Buddha to listen.

It is not only the green pine in Xiangguo Temple, but also the fir on the platform on the Qujiang Pond in the sacred capital.