Sword Valley listens to the sound of the tide of the Canglan River and practices swords, the academy listens to the sound of Langlang reading, smells the fragrance of pen and ink, sits alone among the white clouds and dogs to realize the Tao, and listens to the continuous Buddha singing in a beautiful mountain and clear water, and sits quietly with a clear heart is the Buddhism with the deepest and widest inheritance in the Western Desert.

It stands to reason that the Muyu monk should be the same generation as the idiot who went away to the Southern Tang Dynasty Dawn Temple, but he does not take the Dharma name by the precept generation, which has its cause and effect.

The precept generation is in the Da Lei Yin Temple, which belongs to a very high generation, second only to the Wukong of the Wu character generation, but in the Da Lei Yin Temple today, there is only one person who is a precept idiot.

A long time ago, when he was still a Buddha, he traveled in the Western Desert, when he killed the gods and went west, although he was the Buddha of Da Lei Yin Temple, and when he was traveling, he already had a peak of cultivation, and he could break the heaven realm at any time, but until now, he is still the monk who does not dare to enter the heaven in the mouth of the old drunkard.

At that time, the Buddha once faced the army of killing gods, and thought that he had learned some so-called Buddhist arguments, and he could reason with the invincible Wudang army later, but at that time, the abstinent idiot did not understand the simplest truth called, Xiucai met soldiers, and it was unreasonable.

The old drunkard also did a sour show before practicing martial arts, and the ink in his belly should still be a little more than those so-called literati who talk on paper, but then somehow, he had an idea, there are so many literati and ink writers in Xichu, since there is no shortage of literati, why be a literati, after figuring this out, the old drunkard resolutely chose to abandon literature and follow martial arts.

When the old drunkard abandoned the literature and martial arts, Changping was still the prince at that time, and he met the old drunkard when he traveled abroad, so he had the reputation of Western Chu that later became happy with the monarch and ministers, and then later, it was the old drunkard who went out to the Western Expedition.

The old drunkard's cultivation during the Western Expedition didn't even have a grade, he didn't practice the so-called internal strength and other exercises, he could only kill people, and some art of war.

In front of the idiot, the old drunkard felt very ridiculous, because what the old drunkard said back then made the old drunkard feel that the person in front of him was like a child.

"The poor monk quits idiocy, and he is here to be a lobbyist for the Western Desert, and he invites General Wang to return to the court. "The eyes of the idiot were still very sharp, he would not fight, but he would argue, in his opinion, this move was for the people, so it could not be retreated.

It's just that these words seem very ridiculous in the eyes of the old drunkard: "You are a lobbyist for the Western Desert to persuade my class teacher, dare to ask you for those demons in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, or for the innocent people in the Western Desert?"

"The Buddha cherishes the people of the world, and naturally makes a life for the people. ”

Hearing this, the old drunkard just sneered, he pulled out his long knife, and looked back at the Wudang military flag behind him: "I, Wang Qi, am worthy of the people!"

Then the cavalry was like a tide, surging past, and the lonely man stood on the side of the road alone, he was going to block the dash of some people, but he found that the horse hit him and his head was bleeding, and the cavalry on the mount flew out, but the person who should sprint was still there, Wang Qi rode on the horse with a cold face, and said: "No one should give Lao Tzu to avoid him, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

In this way, after knocking seven or eight people flying, he took the initiative to give way silently, he didn't know why Wang Qi, who was a general, could be so indifferent, he took the initiative to save those seven or eight people, but those people just threw him away, and then picked up the still bleeding war horse, and gave a military salute to Wang Qi, and then continued to charge, neatly and silently.

The old drunkard's face was gloomy at that time, and he said: "You keep saying that you cherish the common people of the world, but aren't these sons of mine one of the common people in the world? ”

"Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering, and you can't choose to compromise with some people because of a temporary war that affects the people!" The old drunkard's expression was very cold, and before he finished saying this sentence and left, he added: "If you are not a monk and a Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple, I will not tell you this simple truth at the cost of the injury of my subordinate Erlang." ”

After that, the old drunkard became a member of the army of the ink armor, and left with the wave, leaving behind a confused idiot.

In fact, the so-called Buddha, and those who read seem to be no different, he read the Buddhist scriptures, consult the Buddha's principles, once out of the temple thought that many truths in the heart has been transparent, in fact, it is not, so he chose to meditate and wander, he was a doctor, a private school teacher, but also an old farmer in the field, and finally he began to fear the high sky.

He found the so-called sky, although the world can see what he looks like when he looks up, but when he looks closely, he finds that the so-called sky, people respect and dislike, people are not angry, and those who are thinking deeply about those people who go to the so-called heaven, what are they for, what do they get, of course, this is caused by people's exploration and curiosity, but he just wants to live well, so he chose to be afraid.

So after he understood many things, he chose not to enter the heavenly realm, and became a path of cultivation by himself, although he did not enter the heavenly realm, his cultivation was still the pinnacle of a grade, and he couldn't sense those so-called qi machines, but he was confident, even if he couldn't fight, but no one could break his kung fu that was not bad.

He doesn't plan to look at the sky, let alone cultivate to a very high level to pass the legendary Heavenly Gate, he just wants to recite the scriptures well, visit the Buddha, understand the red dust, and be his monk, so it's good, but before that, he needs to do one thing first, find the next Buddha for the Great Leiyin Temple.

All the way around, he traveled all over the Western Desert, but he didn't find that kind of simple-minded person after all, and he was not good like those human traffickers, using the method of abduction and abduction to lure children to the Da Lei Yin Temple to be the so-called Buddha, what if the parents were not rare? So he hung his head and was ready to accept his fate, he planned to break through the heavenly realm after returning to the Da Lei Yin Temple, in order to prepare for the next chief abbot.

When he walked to the front of Tianyin Valley, it can be described as another village, he saw a fat-headed and fat-eared child, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and some birds chirped beside the swaddling clothes, and when the idiot walked over, he didn't hear the child's crying, but only saw the child grinning and laughing very happily.

This is the later Muyu, in the face of this real world, he chose to greet with a smile, and the idiot thought that this child was the key to his change of fate, so he took him back to the Great Lei Yin Temple.

Rather than saying that Muyu is the junior brother of the idiot, it is better to say that the idiot is both a senior brother and a father, after the idiot showed his mind to the old monk, the old monk was silent, and finally nodded and agreed to the request of the idiot.

Since childhood, the wooden fish that has been following the abstinence can be said to be the ear and eye, the favorite of the abstinent idiot is to hold a book to read, or close his eyes and knock on the wooden fish, the so-called childlike life Muyu did not feel the slightest, but he likes to rely on the abstinence in this way, and it is precisely because his only toy is the wooden fish, and the people in the temple simply call him the wooden fish, since then the wooden fish has become his name, but also his legal name.

When he was a child, the wooden fish couldn't read words, so he learned every day to quit the idiot knocking on the wooden fish, quitting the idiot to read books, he knocked the wooden fish next to him, he knocked the wooden fish next to him, he followed the wooden fish next to knock on the wooden fish, the only time he didn't knock the wooden fish a day, he followed the idiot fart around in the temple.

At that time, although the abstinence idiot has been relieved of the Buddha's son, but the Buddha bell that hits in the morning and evening still has to belong to him, and another reason why the Great Lei Yin Temple is famous is that the thunder can not move the sound of the Buddha bell in the morning and evening.

The rule of the Buddha bell is to hit it in the morning and evening, a total of one hundred and eight times, one is stronger than one, and the last impact sound can echo many times in this Tianyin Valley, directly hitting the sky, and the wooden fish at that time liked to climb on the back of the ring idiot to watch him ring the bell.

The change in life was when Muyu was six years old, and he had planned to leave the temple and go to the Southern Tang Dynasty, because he felt that the Southern Tang Dynasty was peaceful and prosperous, and he could have a good understanding of his Buddhism and promote his Buddhist teachings there.

I can't bear to be stupid, I can't bear to see the living creatures, I can't bear to see the soldiers and horses killing, so I can't see it out of sight, I choose a person to run to the Southern Tang Dynasty, I don't know how to persuade Li Gongyang, promised him to open a dawn temple in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he sat in it, began to understand Buddhism, until now, returned to the Western Desert.

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At night, in the brightly lit Liao Town, Wang Liu smiled very happily, he and Xiao Ruoruo stood in front of Xue San in front of them, smiling very happily, the two of them were dressed in new clothes, and their eyes were full of affection between each other, and Xue San looked at the two of them after the worship, and also sighed.

The cold-blooded Bat King also found his own home, and he said to Wang Liu: "San'er, I have to go to Da Lei Yin Temple during the Buddha Festival in a few days, didn't you ask me what I need you to do here, just toss me a righteous son." ”

"Big brother, don't worry, if you want the child's tightness, haha. Hearing this, Xiao Ruoruo lowered her head shyly, the rouge on her face couldn't cover the two red clouds on the girl's face, and she patted Wang Liu gently.

Xue San glanced at Wang Liu with deep meaning, and behind him were Xue Yu and Zhao Shu, and he said: "Sending you a thousand miles must be different, you don't have to send it, I'll go." ”

"I wonder if Doctor Xue can take me for a ride. When everyone looked into Liao Town, Wang Liu's face couldn't help but tighten, although the middle-aged man in front of him was a little sloppy, he would never forget the souls of the Demon Sect under his knife back then.

"I can't ask for it. Xue San smiled very indifferently, the old drunkard took a sip of wine by himself, then patted Wang Liu, and said, "Sixth master, happy newlywed." The old drunkard's eyes were very sincere, and he also remembered the dream he had when he wanted to live in seclusion, but unfortunately, he did not have the fortune of marriage.

The carriage hired by Wang Liu had already arrived in front of everyone, Xue San looked at Wang Liu and said, "It's okay, I'll go." ”

The old drunkard himself sat in the driver's position, and after a few people got into the car, the old drunkard raised his horsewhip, and the group began to march to the Great Leiyin Temple.

There is an ascetic monk on the border of the Western Desert in recent days, the monk does not speak, just walks silently, the direction he walks is not the Great Leiyin Temple, but the Heavenly Palace, people ask for too much justice, but I am not asking for anyone, just for myself, so come here, I am enough alone.

It's just that on the way forward of the ascetic, a red robe appeared, half of the red robe, who was once the first martial artist in the Southern Tang Dynasty, the immortal martial saint Li Gongyi.

"You can't go alone. Li Gongyi's voice was very light, looking at Duan Fengxi in front of him, he felt a little emotional, those scenes seemed to be yesterday.

He had a grudge against his brother in his heart, and he sat quietly in the stargazing pavilion to nourish the breath in his chest, and this guy who practiced closed-mouth meditation was next to him, reading, writing, eating, and sleeping day after day.

There was no communication between the two of them, but the resentment in their hearts was about the same, so Li Gongyi came to this road to the Heavenly Palace to intercept him, Duan Fengxi, who was once a romantic figure among the young generation, stopped, but his eyes only explained one sentence, get out of the way.

He didn't want to do it with the person in front of him who wanted to find the heavenly people to settle accounts with the same as himself, he had practiced the closed-mouth meditation for so many years, once he spoke, he could be the enemy of the heavenly people, but if he was still a dumb person, he would definitely not be able to defeat the person in front of him, but he was similar to his joys and sorrows, so he decided to be reasonable, he looked up at the sky, there was a cloud in the sky that was the appearance of the Buddha, but the Buddha's chest leaked a hole, and the Buddha had no heart.

Li Gongyi wanted to say something more, but after seeing Duan Fengxi's indifferent eyes, he paused for a moment and said, "I'll give you a ride." ”

The lines on Duan Fengxi's face softened slightly, he nodded, and the two of them went to the Heavenly Palace side by side.

It's just that the two of them don't know that there is a cloud flying over their heads in the sky, there is a crane in the cloud, and there is an old man on the crane, the old man holds a handful of dust, and follows Duan Fengxi above the clouds.

The old man's way is the way of solitude, even if he is Li Gongyi, who has entered the Heavenly Immortal Saint Realm, he does not feel the existence of the old man, the old man's surname is Duan, the former master of the Great Daoguan, Duan Chungang!

About half an hour later, the Ethereal Peak of the Heavenly Mountain where the Heavenly Palace was located had already arrived in front of the two of them, and Li Gongyi finally said, "It's decided?"

Duan Fengxi looked at Li Gongyi, smiled faintly, and made a bow, since you already understand my decision, why ask again, although you don't go to this palace with me, but I am very fortunate to have you all the way.

Neither of them spoke, but they already understood each other's thoughts, and Li Gongyi returned the salute with his fists, and then turned back.

Duan Fengxi, you can't do it, but since you can't hold it back, then you go, it's just a sequence, I, Li Gongyi, want to get that justice, plus you, a breath of turbidity rose in his chest, Li Gongyi turned around and looked at Duan Fengxi, there is me here, and finally watch your swan song, if no one remembers you in the future, I will correct your name, there are still people in the world who dare to ask the sky, before I wait.

Grinning lightly, dumbfounded, Duan Fengxi took out a wine gourd from his arms, which was filled with lotus seed wine when he left the Great Daoguan, he drank it all, the momentum on his body was completely emanated, there was thunder above the Heavenly Palace, Xuanyuan Ce stood on the top of the ethereal peak, looked down at the gathering place of momentum, and let out a sneer.

Above the Heavenly Palace, there are celestial people descending to earth, and the celestial people are not Xuanyuan Ce, Xuanyuan Ce is just a negative hand, looking at Duan Fengxi, who is like an ant at the end of his sight, since you ask for death, I will give you a generous gift, whether you can accept it or not, it depends on yourself.

The dumb man opened his mouth, and there was an endless wind beside him, and after the wind was Li Gongyi, who looked indifferent: "The good wind relies on its strength to send the king to the clouds." ”

A knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Duan Fengxi said the first word in so many years: "Disease!"

The wind is more violent, there is killing intent in the wind, Duan Fengxi is like a fairy in this strong wind, the trace of sound from his mouth has become a deadly blade, those celestials who have gone down the mountain have no chance to go down the mountain, as fast as the wind, the wind is like a knife, there is already a trace of blood on their necks, and then they fall.

"Get up!" The wind rolled up, there was already a trace of blood on the corner of Duan Fengxi's mouth, he opened his mouth dumbly, and forcibly entered the sainthood, he overdrew all that he had left, and the immortal took advantage of the wind to float to the middle of the mountain, and the thunder in the air struck, and the dumb roared out: "Zi Bu is silent, and the strange power is chaotic!" Those thunder dragons turned into snakes under the scolding, and the snakes turned into small sparks, and finally disappeared in mid-air.

The blood had soaked Duan Fengxi's chest, but his eyes were still sharp, he had already seen the person at the top of the cliff, so he spit out another word, and along with this word, a bloody arrow flew out.

"Kill!"

"It's kind of interesting. Xuanyuan Ce slashed down with a palm, ready to directly shake the blood arrow, who knew that at this moment, a whisk of dust fell from the sky, trapping his hands.

Duan Chungang, who was above the crane, finally made a move, "It's just a slave guarding the door, and you dare to think that you are a celestial?"

The blood arrow directly pierced Xuanyuan Ce's right arm, Duan Fengxi saw Duan Chungang, his nose twitched, he knew that the old man did not come to kill Xuanyuan Ce, even if he added Li Gongyi, because this is not the best time, the old man is here, especially to die together!

"You two, it's not enough, can Li Gongyi dare to fight?" Xuanyuan Ce's body was full of energy, the dust was torn apart, his right hand was a fist, and a fist smashed open a crack in the door, the door is the gate of heaven, and inside the gate of heaven, there is a long knife in his hand.

Li Gongyi was a little moved, but he forcibly suppressed his impetuous heart, he just raised his head, and the war in his eyes boiled and extinguished: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Under the spring breeze, there are countless flowers and plants blooming with vitality, Li Gongyi stood in the middle of the flowers and plants, and shouted: "The two of you are relieved to ascend to the sky, and justice is sent." After saying this, the fragrance of flowers spread, and a piece of paper fell into Li Gongyi's sleeve, and there was only one word on the paper, which was written by Li Gongyang when he could enter the Confucian saint but did not enter, this word is, heaven.

The paper spontaneously combusted without fire, floated up, and the sparks in the air became a gust of wind and flew towards the top of the cliff.

"Righteousness goes. "There is no justice left under the mountain, leaving a trace of ashes left after burning.

The paper is a key, an opportunity, and a foreshadowing that Li Gongyang has laid a long time ago, when Li Gongyang said a sentence to Li Gongyi: "If you have to go to the Heavenly Palace in the future, let the old guests in the pavilion accompany you." ”

"Why do I need you to arrange it, if this heavenly palace really can't go up and down, I am enough alone!"

"I didn't enter the Confucian saint, but I left a word of the Confucian saint, this word, for you, whether it is the right time, the right place, this word can become a key, the key to open the door of heaven, as for whether you want it or not, you can look at it yourself. ”

Now that rune paper has risen in the wind, it has become a circle of light, the circle of light stretches out, and it turns into a door, which seems to be slowly drawn by ink, and across that door, Xuanyuan Ce feels the breath of that Tang Dynasty scholar.

Everyone in the world knows that I can enter the Confucian saint but not enter, but although I don't enter the Confucian saint, I can already open the gate of heaven, Xuanyuan Ce remembered the dashing Wenqu Xingjun in the sky, his body was already a little trembling, but those heavenly people in the heavenly palace scrambled to be the first, and they no longer cared about the master and apprentice who broke into the heavenly palace, they all fought desperately, and they fought for the only opportunity to enter the door, enter the door, and become immortals!

"If you ask for justice, you have to ask the people in heaven, fool, for the teacher to help you enter the gate of heaven. ”

This is known as the old way of watching the sea, and all the clouds and seas that he has seen have entered his chest.

"It's a pity, if he becomes holy, Duan Chungang should be the first person in the world, just like Wang Qi yesterday. There was a long sigh from the mouth of Li Gongyi, who left, at the moment when Duan Chungang entered the sainthood, a beam of light shone down from the gate of heaven, and all the people who saw the light of the Dao were prostrate on the ground, thinking that this was a gift from heaven to them.

The old drunkard who was driving looked up in the direction of Tiangong, his eyes were lonely, and it was a pity that there were few people in the world.

Guiguzi, who was being nagged by the apprentice to write and draw, the hard wolf brush in his hand broke under the excessive force, and Guiguzi's face showed a painful look, but this pain was not for the famous pen in his hand, a pity!

Only the Taoist priests in the Great Dao Temple were surprised to find that in the lotus pond, there was a lotus flower that suddenly bloomed and bloomed brightly.

Lao Dao's eyes flashed with golden light, and he shouted angrily: "Lao Dao does not enter the Heavenly Dao, even if you please, it is the same!"

Between the waves of his hands, a real Taiji diagram was imprinted on the heavenly gate, Xuanyuan drew his knife, and cut off life and death with a knife, the knife was already horizontal on the head of the old Dao, but the old Taoist head did not look back, forcibly pulled Duan Fengxi on the side, and walked to the front of the heavenly gate.

When those Heavenly Gates saw this scene, they were already crazy, how could this great opportunity be snatched by others? They attacked Lao Dao, Lao Dao still ignored it, and blood was already bursting out of his body, he just looked at Duan Fengxi in front of him.

"This question should be asked, and it should be asked!"

Duan Fengxi's tears fell, and Lao Dao smiled very happily: "In another life, you and I will be masters and apprentices again." ”

"Hmm. Duan Fengxi's blood had already flowed in, and his body was already a little dim in this strong light, and what he spit out was not only the resentment in his chest for so many years, but also all the vitality he had left.

After the gate of heaven is the immortal road, the immortals in the sky also have seven emotions and six desires, feeling the provocation of the old way, the gate of heaven began to collapse inside, becoming smaller and smaller.

"Goodbye, Fengxi. Lao Dao's hair was dyed red by his own blood, his eyes were angry and round, and he jumped into the gate of heaven, the Taiji diagram above the gate of heaven began to rotate, getting bigger and bigger, Lao Dao held the gate of heaven with both hands and feet, but his body began to gradually dissipate.

Duan Fengxi roared angrily, his blood had begun to splash everywhere, he rushed towards the Heavenly Gate, and leaped forward, he knocked away the old Dao's body, and when Xuanyuan Ce frowned and looked at it, he only saw that the Heavenly Gate had become pitch black, collapsed, and disappeared.

In the sky, there was a rain of blood, he inexplicably felt very depressed in his heart, he felt that above the heavenly road, the mute was still unwilling to ask, this blood rain, probably the mute's way home, the sleeve robe waved violently, the war knife in his hand tore open the crack in the door again, disappeared, those so-called heavenly people above the heavenly palace let out a desperate roar, but in the sight of Xuanyuan Ce, they were forcibly suppressed.

In the Great Daoguan, in the lotus pond where the luck of the Great Daoguan was located, the golden lotus flower dimmed, and the petals withered away, and the Taoist priests who saw this scene all came from their mouths with exclamations.

The current master of the Great Dao View, Duan Chungang's junior brother Zhou Xuan's eyes were sad, he knelt down in front of the lotus pond, and kowtowed three times in a row, and there were already some purple and blue colors on his head.

But the days spent with the old naughty brother in Zhou Xuan's mind kept flickering, his eyes were full of crystals, and he said softly: "Congratulations to the senior brother to the sky." ”

Before the old drunkard Wang Qi fought against the sky, Duan Chungang, the first person in the Great Daoguan, and his disciple Duan Fengxi, both became holy, in order to protect the disciples to cross the gate of heaven, Duan Chungang's whole body luck turned into a yin and yang diagram to lock the qi of the heavenly gate, and resisted the power of the heavenly gate with his body, and his body died, Duan Fengxi ascended to the sky, leaving behind a rain of blood, and the soil in the cultivated land near the heavenly palace turned red.

At the end of the year, those farmers found that this year's harvest was far better than before, and in their hearts, this may be the favor of God, the light that sprinkled the so-called mercy of the immortals.