Sitting in front of the Taoist temple, he sighed. Xuantong secretly glanced at it.

"If you don't practice, what are you doing with a sigh?"

Butong said: "Master, why do I practice hard every day, but my martial arts just haven't grown?" When Xuantong heard this, he was so happy in his heart. He looked deflated, but for some reason he felt comfortable in his heart.

"Alas. With a sigh, he didn't get up and walked back to the Taoist temple, and no longer bothered with Xuantong, his master was disrespectful to the old, and it was in vain to say it.

"Apprentice, why don't you leave and talk to your teacher again?"

I can't figure out why I can't do anything well, even martial arts. He thought about whether to calculate a hexagram for himself, but the fortune teller never counted himself, there is an old saying that nine out of ten hexagrams are not allowed, and one hexagram is not a small life. Although he doesn't understand or believe in fortune-telling, he can still count people to death, even if he can, he is not afraid. But if it is really a life, I will never see the girl in my heart again, thinking and sighing, I can't get up and prepare to go to bed to rest, but the sleeve with the candle on the table turned over, poured on the Tao Sutra, I hurriedly took the Tao Sutra in my hand, carefully inspected, only to see the Tao Sutra burned out, Dao Zen was distressed, patted the cigarette ash on it, deducted it twice, and saw that only one word was burned, and I felt a little comfort in my heart.

Putting the Taoist Sutra on the table, he walked to the side of the bed, thinking about the scriptures on that page of the scripture, and then his eyes opened, and he hurriedly ran back, and when he looked again, the word was obviously the word "Qing". Dao Chan only felt that his brain was like a lightning strike: "Huh?"

He looked south with a scroll in his hand and a worried look.

I don't like to tell fortunes, not because I believe in the destiny of heaven. Divination pays attention to the word "numerology", one "life" and one "reason", and what is "life"? Even Xuantong does not make it clear. And "reason" has traces to follow. Everything has a heavenly principle, not that it does not exist, but that it is unknown. Today, he has not done divination for himself for a long time, not because he is afraid of the taboo that fortune tellers cannot calculate themselves, but because he does not dare. If he really calculated the result he was afraid of, he really didn't know what to do now. But the more unclear the fate is, the more it can't be shaken off.

He glanced at the master's residence, where there was still a candlelight, he simply cleaned up, walked out of the door, closed the door gently, raised his feet and just walked out of the courtyard, hesitated, then turned around again, walked to the door of Xuantong's room, and bowed: "Master, the apprentice has gone." ”

No one answered in the room, and he couldn't look at the light in the room, and said again for a long time: "Master, take care of your old man." His eyes were firm, and he turned around and strode away, without the slightest delay.

Xuantong, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the door: "Silly apprentice, although half of it is passed, the other half is still not clear." Since you have heard the stone bridge Zen, you can know the feelings of the world, you can see the heart of the year, and you can fall into the heart for a lifetime. But in the end, it's just what people want, and they can't ask for it. The candle flame in the house flickered, Xuantong gently flicked his sleeves, and the mountain breeze in the room disappeared.

The wind has not moved, the fire has not moved, and the heart has not moved. It seems to be moving, but it is just an illusion. The same is true of the Tao and Zen Enlightenment, the Tao of Cultivation is a 'quiet', the Enlightenment of Zen is a 'emptiness', the mind is not quiet, and the body is not empty. How can we talk about being able to get through? Being a teacher used to be because of the youth and vigor, and being angry with your ancestors, running to the rivers and lakes for many years, although being a teacher does not fight for fame and does not do any chivalrous deeds, in the end he is still entangled in vulgar dust and falls into a debt. Your ancestor is stronger than your teacher. Although he said that he would expel his master from the sect, but at the time of crisis, your ancestor, who had been idle all his life, actually killed people for his master, broke his Dao heart, and his penance was ruined in one fell swoop. It's not that your ancestor didn't let you go to Longhu Mountain as a teacher, but because you didn't have the face to return to Longhu Mountain for your teacher. If you don't understand it, although the master says that you can't understand it, in fact, you are able to understand everything, and the more you are able to understand it, the easier it is for you to be out of step with this troubled worldly world, but how can you only cultivate the scriptures and not the worldly things?

Xuantong stood up and walked to the door of Sanqingguan, at this time Butong had already crossed the hill and was walking forward. "Can you go back this time? When your senior brother had an accident, how could the teacher bear not to take action? But when I saw that my master had lost his Taoism because of being a teacher, he was as usual all day long, and when he saw his teacher, he smiled and asked me to beat him on the back. I looked at his old man, and I couldn't bear it. The only entrustment of your ancestor before his death is to let him cultivate a Dao Fruit Golden Pill for his teacher, and he will not live up to the ancestors of Longhu Mountain. If you were a teacher back then, you would be the same as your ancestor. As a teacher, you didn't do your duty as a master, your senior brother's death is not clear, and that stinky boy still dares to go up the mountain to scold the old man? Hmph, hairy boy, if he hadn't looked at his own apprentice, he would have given him some color to see. ”

Xuantong looked at the dark clouds above his head, frowned, waved his big sleeves into the air, and the dark clouds dissipated: "That's what I said, but the child of Daozen is also bitter in his heart, and he naturally knows it as a teacher." Can...... In this way, those monks are indeed stronger than our group of cultivators, and a Buddha relic will give it away. Xuantong sneered: "Is the old man really old?"

"Since you have made up your mind, Master can't do anything for you, then I will give you a bright moon to let you have a good future. ”

And on Longhu Mountain, Ziqi was coming to Ruoyun to play chess, Ziqi was still engrossed, his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, and Ruoyun looked up at the night sky and smiled slightly: "Master, his old man must be angry again." ”

Ziqi raised his head and glanced at the bright moon above his head: "When the ancestor is angry, he will not have the leisure to look at the moon elegantly, it must be the little uncle who has gone down the mountain." ”

Ruoyun looked at the sub-period staring at the chessboard and smiled: "Why do you say that?"

"Play, play. Now that it's in the middle of the game, how can I still think about that. ”

Ruoyun smiled, his junior disciple really had a Dao heart than himself.

Song Zhao pushed the door in, looked at his two senior brothers, and said, "Master asked us to go and see the ancestor." ”

"What did you say?" Ruoyun asked.

"No, but Master's face is not very good, I said that I don't want to go, and Master and his old man scolded me. ”

Zi Qiyi waved his hand: "What are we going to do with the affairs of their elders?" Master Ancestor and his old man don't know why, his Dao heart is unstable, and Master he doesn't say anything. On weekdays, whenever there is something, let us run errands. Master's business, how can it be as important as playing chess?"

Songzhao smiled and planned to exit the porter.

"Senior Brother Songzhao, where are you going? Didn't Master let you go to see the old man's house?" Ruoyun saw that he was leaving, and asked him.

Song Zhao scratched his head: "Two senior brothers, I just said that the master asked me to go and see the old man's house, I didn't say that the master asked me to go and see the old man's house, anyway, I have already told the two senior brothers what the master said, and say goodbye!"

He smiled: "Senior Brother Songzhao, why are you so afraid of your ancestor? Shizu has always liked to talk to you the most, and besides, if you are scolded at most, what's so terrible?"

Song Zhao stomped his feet: "Senior brother, don't lie to me, who said that the master only moves his mouth and doesn't do it?" I have been beaten many times!" Looking at the appearance of Song Zhao's atmosphere, Ziqi and glanced at each other and saw the doubts in the other party's eyes.

Song Zhao thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "The two senior brothers have not been beaten by the ancestor?"

"How can the ancestor beat people, the junior brother is really joking. "The sub-period didn't care.

Song Zhao sighed, but he was dumb in his heart. Unexpectedly, only I was beaten, I really don't know if Xuantong looked down on himself, or just because he was resistant to beating.

Ruoyun said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, it must be no big deal, just don't go." ”

Suddenly, an old man's cough sounded outside the door, and the three of them were stunned, and then the conversation changed: "Since Master and his old people are worried about their ancestors, how can those of us who are apprentices not share our worries for our master." ”

"The two junior brothers said well, let's go now. Ruoyun suddenly changed his words.

Seeing that the two of them had their ideas so quickly, the sub-period was unclear.

"Evil obstacles, how dare you work for the teacher, let's go by yourself. ”

Song Zhao smiled and shouted outside the door: "Since the master wants to go in person, then the apprentices will not overstep their responsibilities." ”

"Hmph!" a cold snort came from outside the door.

In the courtyard stood an old man in Tsing Yi, this person had white hair, a thin face, and a pair of eyes seemed to be bright, he looked in the direction of Wugu Mountain, sighed, and walked out of the courtyard. When the bright moon was in the sky, the old road walked slowly along the mountain road, looking up, Sanqingguan was not far away, and at this time only heard Xuantong's voice coming: "Master Jia's nephew is in Wugu Mountain at night, not afraid of the dark road and steep road?"

"My nephew just hasn't seen my uncle for many days, and I only came to visit today. ”

"I haven't seen you for many days? Master Jia's nephew's 'many days' is really a bit long, one more is decades. Xuantong was expressionless, still looking in the direction that he had left.

This is the current head of Longhu Mountain, named Jia Qingge. He is also the master of the three of Songzhao.

Jia Qingge knew that Xuantong had always disliked himself, and since Jia Qingge worshiped Longhu Mountain, the two did not deal with each other, Jia Qingge followed the rules and behaved extremely rigidly, but he was not as chic and natural as his name. And although Jia Qingge doesn't like his uncle, Xuantong is his uncle after all. Jia Qingge said: "Uncle Shi has reached a critical juncture, don't be rash. ”

"Why doesn't the old man know at a critical juncture?"

"Why do you have to pretend to be confused. When the nephew came this time, there was only one sentence to say, don't live up to the entrustment of the ancestor back then. Then he turned and left Wugu Mountain.

Xuantong looked at Jia Qingge's back, his heart became more and more annoyed, there was a gust of breeze around him, Xuantong laughed heartily, and never moved, but Jia Qingge in the distance was lying on the ground for some reason, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and glanced at Sanqingguan.

Xuantong said: "Tell you that the road is steep in the dark, and you will fall on your head." ”

Jia Qingge bowed to Sanqingguan: "Thank you for your kick." ”

"What a piece of wood!" Xuan Tong smiled and turned into anger when he heard it, and walked back to the audience.