The West Pole Empire, the capital of the empire, Xijing.

Solemn, magnificent, tall and majestic Xijing Imperial Palace.

Shanghua Palace.

A bald-headed and white-eyed old Buddha is instructing a young prince to cultivate.

"Fate comes and goes, fate gathers and scatters, fate arises and is born, fate falls and dies, and all laws are born and are all fate. ”

"A saint seeks the heart but not the Buddha, and a fool seeks the Buddha but not the heart. ”

"Contemplating the body is impure, contemplating suffering is suffering, contemplating the impermanence of the mind, and contemplating the Dharma without self. ”

"Where the self-nature is, it is self-pure, and when it is self-nature, there is no birth and destruction. When ......"

This enlightened old monk from the West Pole Buddhism was chanting the Dharma, but he was interrupted by the young man in front of him.

"Oh, oh, old bald, don't pretend, my father has already gone away! I'm about to fall asleep when you read it!" the imperial prince named Yelu Xiting looked impatient.

"Hehe, hurry up and get the meat! Hurry up and get the wine!" The old monk who originally looked very holy, when he heard the young man's words, he immediately revealed his true form, and couldn't wait to shout.

"Old bald man, I didn't say you! You are a monk, why do you like to drink wine and eat meat so much? I'm not afraid that your Buddha will come back to life and slap you to death!" Ye Lu Xiting took out the wine and meat delicacies that he had secretly hidden in a remote corner of the main hall, handed them to the old monk, and complained in his mouth.

"Then you, as my apprentice, as long as your father is not here, you will be an old bald man every day, Master, did I say anything?" The old monk grabbed a plump dog leg with a bright color and even dripping with gold oil, and bit it down, shouting inarticulately.

"Oh, old bald, to be honest, I really envy people like you who are successful in cultivating and don't have to bother to cultivate. Why are you so tired from cultivating every day?" Yelu Xiting directly lay on the floor covered with precious jade in the shape of the word 'big'.

"Tired? Who is not tired in the world? You envy me, and I still envy you! I am young, and my future is promising. At my age, the road ahead is at a glance, and there is no way out. The old monk put his hand on the robe and wiped it, then picked up a pot of 'Golden Pulp Autumn Dew White', which was famous in the West Pole, and poured a big sip in one gulp.

"Why doesn't there be any taste of wine?!Is this a fake bar?It's also known as 'a pot of wine for ten taels of gold'? It's unpleasant!" said the old monk with a frown.

"Hey, old bald, what you said is just the ordinary version, ten taels of gold and a pot of wine, and my pot is worth a hundred gold! And it has a price! The six books of the second grade are drunk three or four times a year!" Yelu Xiting looked at the old monk and said that it was not delicious, and at the same time he swallowed the cow drink, and his flesh hurt.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. Hahaha! When I go back to Putuo Mountain, I can't enjoy this kind of taste!" The old monk threw aside the rosary in his hand, and then held the barbecue meat in one hand and the wine jug in the other, eating and drinking at the same time.

"Old bald man, do you want to go to Putuo Mountain?! Don't! Don't go! If you leave, my father will definitely invite a monk to come again." I've seen a lot of other monks, all of them are the kind of old guys who don't open their hearts and open their mouths every day, and they are 'Amitabha Buddha' and 'good and good' every day, and they are not interesting at all!" Yelu Xiting screamed miserably, and pounced directly on the old bald man, with a loveless expression.

"Now you know my importance?!It's too late!Huh!" the old monk snorted and took a bite of the dog meat and drank the wine.

"Hey, if you really leave, then I'll go to Zhongzhou to play! I heard that in Kyushu, the size of a Zhongzhou territory can be as big as any three of the other eight states combined! No wonder Zhongzhou is called 'Shenzhou'! When the time comes, when I go there, I will definitely be dazzling, with my talent, I will enter the nine grades in minutes, hehehe, when the time comes, those ten beauties in the world in Zhongzhou will not be able to capture them......" Yelu Xiting said with a smile.

"Isn't there also a person named Liu Ruye in your Western Pole Empire who is also on the beauty list? As the prince of the empire, isn't it just a matter of one sentence......" The old monk squinted at Yelu Xiting like a fool.

"Cut! Rabbits don't eat grass next to the nest!Do you know?!I want to use my personal charm to make beautiful women fall in love, not by relying on the empire behind me!Relying on my status as a prince!" Yelu Xiting said angrily.

"Also, the realm of the ninth rank is so easy to enter? Do you know how many people in this world are stuck at the peak of the eighth rank like Weishi? Who of these people back then was not a genius who moved one state or several states?" the old monk mocked again.

"Old bald, I'm just like you?How old are you?How old am I? How old am I now?!Do you know what the future can look forward to?!" Yelu Xiting was not to be outdone.

"When I was as old as you, I was already in the seventh-grade realm, and now in my old age, I have only improved to a realm, and now you don't even have the seventh-grade realm, then you ......" The old monk sneered.

"I'm at the peak of the sixth rank now! I can enter the seventh-grade realm at any time, but now it's just a matter of waiting for the water to come to fruition!"

"Don't wait until I'm so old to stay in the middle three grades! I heard that some geniuses in the three places of the Northern Wilderness, the South Barbarians, and the East Pole have already entered the seven-grade realm, oh yes, there are also younger generations in our western pole who have entered the seven-grade realm. ”

"Who?!"

"That's what I just learned. It is the contemporary Buddha of our Putuo Mountain. He is also a close disciple of my senior brother. ”

"Am I letting you down?" said Yelu Xiting's tone suddenly softened, and his voice was not loud.

"Disappointment? Hahaha! How is it possible? People are not as good as I want, I am immeasurable!" the old monk smiled, "Besides, you are not bad!"

"If you cultivate the Tao with your heart, you will be able to achieve it with little effort, and if you cultivate without your heart, it will be fruitless and useless. You're better than me, it's too late for me to give up!" the old monk took a big sip of wine and laughed.

"Then why did you come to Putuo Mountain this time?"

"Because your father wants you to go to Zhongzhou to temper and enter the eight-rank realm as soon as possible, so that his face will also be brightened. ”

"Father asked me to go to Zhongzhou?" Yelu Xiting pondered for a moment and nodded, "It's okay, take the opportunity to see the scenery of Middle Earth Shenzhou." ”

"Then I'll send someone to buy me some Xijing specialties first, and then find a few beautiful maids with musical instruments such as gongqin, flute, flute, etc., the road is far away, so that I can also relieve some boredom. ”

"Okay, go get ready, and we'll leave tomorrow. ”

Moments after Yelu Xiting left, a middle-aged man with white sideburns and black hair wearing a red dragon robe walked into the main hall alone.

"Master, can I enter the Eight Rank Realm?" The person who spoke was the Son of Heaven of the West Pole Empire.

"Yes. The old monk was not verbose and nodded.

Yelu Xuanhuang glanced at the fact that there were no wine jugs and bones all over the ground, and did not question, pretending not to see it.

"Master, what is the temperament of my seventh son, is it suitable to be an emperor?" Yelu Xuanhuang suddenly asked about this topic.

If ordinary people heard this, they would definitely be so frightened that they knelt directly on the ground, and then begged the emperor not to kill him. The question of the choice of the heir of the Son of Heaven like this has always been the first rank of the royal family, and no one dares to talk about it.

The battle for the throne between the princes has always been the biggest partisan battle in the world, this is a thunder pool, no matter who it is, if you say the wrong word or make the wrong move, it will be the result of losing the whole game and falling to the ground.

"Not suitable. Eziting's temperament, even if it is a thorn history, is embarrassing for him. It's not that his heart is not good, but the Tao is not here. The most suitable thing for Xiting is the rivers and lakes, and it is the most suitable genius for cultivation that I have seen so far. Compared to my time, the talent is much better. The old monk said bluntly, "If it weren't for the wrong birth of the emperor's family, he might have cultivated at the peak of the seventh rank now, and it is very likely that he would have entered the realm of the ninth rank in this life!"

"It's a pity...... Among so many children, I still like Xiting. When Yelu Xuanhuang heard the old monk's words, he didn't blame him, but nodded in agreement, and then said with a little pity.

"Xiting's heart is actually very delicate, and his brain is also very clever. So people like this, even if they participate in the battle for the throne, are very likely to win. When the old monk said this, he was a little bored and didn't want to talk about the mundane affairs of the Son of Heaven's family anymore.

"I don't know how the master's master is ...... now," Yelu Xuanhuang asked with respect on his face.

With Yelu Xuanhuang's extremely noble identity, there are very few people who can make him respect, looking at Kyushu, there are very few, and he can easily count them on one hand.

"I don't know...... Master has traveled all over the world, I haven't seen him for more than a year, Master may have already sat down and burned the relics!" The old monk shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, speculating that his master might not be there.

"Well, the master can return to Putuo Mountain today to preach. Yelu Xuanhuang is here to send off the master. ”

Before leaving, the old monk went to see his disciple again, and after a little discussion with Yelu Xiting, he said goodbye before leaving.

On the way back to Putuo Mountain, the old monk remembered the question of Yelu Xuanhuang just now, and couldn't help but say, "Don't do it, don't do it, it's wrong to do it." ”