The wind rises, and the pines and cypresses flutter in the mountains.

Behind Zen Master Zhanhai, in that void, two people slowly walked out of nothingness.

Jiang Xiaoman glanced at the scroll in the old monk's hand, chuckled, and said, "Buddhism, virtual mustard seeds?"

Singing a Buddha trumpet, the corners of Zhanhai Zen Master's mouth outlined a trace of arc, this old monk like a bodhisattva, looked at the young man in front of him, and said softly: "Master Jiang, this is just the beginning, the catastrophe is still to come." ”

Wei Ran looked at the old monk with some jealousy, cultivating like him, he didn't notice it at all before that what he had entered earlier was just a picture contaminated with Buddha qi.

And the real Wutong Temple is hidden in the void on the top of Qingluan Mountain.

Fortunately, this old Zen master has no bad intentions towards a few people.

Otherwise, like Bai Xian and his party, even if the old man surnamed Wu cultivates to the same princely realm, he will also be reduced to fish and meat and be slaughtered by others.

After thinking about it, Wei Ran leaned down slightly and whispered to Jiang Xiaoman: "It actually involves a prince in the hinterland of the dynasty, the little prince, this matter is indeed a little tricky." ”

The two of them were hiding in the void, and naturally they heard the conversation between Zhan Hai and Bai Xian.

I didn't expect that there would be such a strange person hidden in Ling Tianhou's Mansion.

Xiao Ying had only just entered the borderland, and she had already deduced the specific location.

Tianji Tower, deserve to be terrifying.

"I have already written back to my father, and the sixth uncle, although he has never met, has heard his father talk about it. Jiang Xiaoman nodded and said slowly: "His mind is like the sea, and a few uncles are the most insidious to him." ”

Wei Ran was silent and didn't dare to pick up.

When it comes to the dispute between the prince and the prince, although he is Jiang Ye's confidant.

There are some things Jiang Xiaoman can say, but he can't.

Zhan Hai retracted the scroll, and then gently waved his robe, ripples rippled in the void, and a Zen temple like before slowly emerged.

The red walls and green tiles, the Sanskrit sound bursts, and the faint incense candles and fireworks entangle the temple.

This is the real Wutong Temple.

The three of them walked into the temple side by side, all preoccupied.

It is said that the family should be empty, but the concentration is as strong as Zhanhai Zen Master, but he can't do it.

Although Zen Buddhism has a long heritage, it is weak in the southern region.

Seriously calculated, this Wutong Temple, which has only about 100 monks, is already a great temple of Zen Buddhism in the southern region.

Zhanhai's cultivation is not weak, but no matter how strong he is, he has already had the consciousness of people under the eaves.

Today, he made a brazen move, turning into an angry-eyed King Kong and suppressing Bai Xian and the people of Ling Tianhou Mansion in the picture scroll.

It is already equivalent to completely tearing the skin with the six princes who are in Great Xia.

This old Zen master, who has been participating in meditation in front of the Buddha for more than 200 years, is himself a border general.

Although he has jumped out of the temples and rivers and lakes now, he still remembers a little incense.

What's more, that Ling Tianhou was certainly terrifying.

But after all, this is not the hinterland of the imperial dynasty.

The Southern Regions of Great Xia is a million-mile borderland, and since ancient times, it has been a series of its own.

The military candidates of the past dynasties were originally from the supreme family, and although there has never been a lord of the Southern Regions, it does not prevent them from listening to the tune or not listening to the announcement.

Millions of border troops only know the military and wait for the flag, and do not recognize the holy decree.

As early as the first generation of town border soldiers, it has become a consensus.

To put it mildly, in the border land, the military of the past dynasties is the sky.

Although Zhan Hai had some concerns about Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan in his heart, he was not too jealous.

Let's not talk about the cause and effect of the Xiao Shizhu, which was originally caused by Wutong Temple.

Buddhist practice focuses on the cycle of cause and effect.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect.

But what made the old monk make up his mind to make a move was the young man next to him now.

Behind him, the waves are monstrous, and the waves are mighty and stretching.

If you don't become a demon, you will become a demon.

Previously, Zhanhai used ten years of cultivation as a guide, and vaguely deduced the future through the people around the young man.

For the sake of respect and demons, it is the number of five or five.

Today, this good fate has been formed, and in the coming day, most of the good results of Zen Buddhism in the Southern Regions will be fulfilled in the young man.

Although he does not seek to surpass the Daomen and become orthodox in the Southern Regions, he will not be as depressed as he is now.

The old monk glanced at Jiang Xiaoman, and at this time, the young man seemed to have something on his mind, so he buried his head forward and was silent.

Zen Master Zhanhai clasped his hands together and said silently in his heart: "Master Jiang, the future of my Wutong Temple and the entire Zen Buddhism in the Southern Regions has already been entrusted to you, don't let the old man down!"

In the Wutong Temple, this old monk who was only half a step away from cultivating the Bodhisattva Buddha fruit, before entering the empty door, was already very good at gambling, and the gambling addiction was surprisingly large.

Others gamble money and drink, but he gambles with the enemy on the battlefield.

This is true for the time of the pawn, and even more so for the time of the future, the best at fighting the strong with the weak, and winning more with less.

In his forty years in the army, except for a few small defeats, he has never lost a bet.

Today, Zhanhai wants to make a big bet.

Take the fortune and misfortune of Zen Buddhism in the southern region in the next 500 years as a gamble, and use the luck of Zen Buddhism in a mountain, a temple and even a region as a bargaining chip, and make a desperate gamble.

Gambling is a profound art.

Such as Zen Buddhism, such as Taoism, such as the hundred schools of thought, such as the five domains and five directions of Kyushu.

Now that the luck is extended, it was a big gamble of the first ancestors at the beginning.

From weak to strong, strong to strong, invincible in one domain.

One step, two steps, every step is a bet.

One clan, one domain, one country, millions of miles of mountains and rivers as a note.

It's like playing chess, and it's not worth it to stay.

But if one son makes a mistake, it is a complete loss.

When two armies fight a big war, winning more with less, it is often about luck.

And he, good luck.

......

Xiao Ying leaned against the edge of a pagoda with her forehead in her hands, a little dazed.

There was a faint silver light on her body at this moment, and she looked extremely holy and pure.

The sound of Sanskrit continued in her brain, and she only felt that she seemed to have had a long dream.

In the dream, there are countless Vajra Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, Sanskrit singing Zen sounds, reflecting the heavens.

When I woke up, I had an obscure scripture in my mind.

Just as he was about to think about what had happened, he saw a figure running towards him not far away.

Xiao Tang blinked and jumped with big eyes, like a child who didn't grow up, and came towards Xiao Ying so briskly.

Just now, Jiang Xiaoman ordered her to guard Xiao Ying, and disappeared.

Ji Xiaoyue knew that Jiang Xiaoman must have followed the old monk to find a way to deal with the disaster, so she was naturally unwilling to leave herself.

So I searched back and forth in the temple, but I didn't see the hateful Jiang worm.

Fortunately, the little girl also knew the seriousness of the matter, and did not do too much entanglement, so in the end she could only compromise and pouted and waited outside Tallinn.

Seeing that it was 'Ji Gongzi' who came, Xiao Ying's eyes lit up slightly, and she pursed her mouth lightly and lowered her head.

She thought she had covered it up well, but Ji Xiaoyue's words made her panic.

Xiao Tang squatted down, almost put his head next to Xiao Ying's head, and chuckled: "Miss Xiao, you are awake, but why is your face so red?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but stretch out a hand to poke the face of the girl surnamed Xiao.

Like a frightened kitten, Xiao Ying pinched the corner of her clothes and screamed softly, and ducked back.

This soft cry startled the chapel as well.

With a snap, Ji Xiaoyue sat on the ground with a buttocks.

As if realizing that his behavior was a bit rude, Xiao Ying lowered her head and cowardly shouted Ji Gongzi.

Ji Xiaoyue patted her chest, looked at Xiao Ying, who seemed to be a little better looking than herself, with some resentment, and asked, "I'm not a ghost, is it that scary?"

How would she know what this Xiao girl was thinking at the moment.

It is said that the daughter's mind is the needle under the sea, just like Jiang Xiaoworm always made her angry when she was in Fancheng, but she didn't know why.

Ji Xiaoyue shook her head, then stretched out a hand, handed it to Xiao Ying, and said with a smile: "Are you hungry?

I'm afraid that as soon as she wakes up, she suddenly can't think about it, and she will have an epiphany and become a Buddha, and she will cut her hair to become a nun......

is such a good and watery girl, even Ji Xiaoyue, who is a daughter, feels that she should have a marriage that envy others in the future.

If it is really accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, it is really a pity.

"Worried about me?" Xiao Ying handed her hand to Xiao Tang's hand, turned her head and cheeks were slightly red, she didn't dare to look at Ji Xiaoyue, she mustered up her courage and asked in a low voice: "Is it also Ji Gongzi......

Ji Xiaoyue pinched the weak and boneless slender jade hand, sighed why her hand was not so tender, blinked a pair of big eyes, and said with a smile: "That's natural, compared to Jiang Xiaoworm's heartless guy, I'm more worried about Miss Xiao." ”

"Jiang Xiaoworm?" Xiao Ying looked at Xiao Tang in a daze, and asked with some puzzlement: "Ji Gongzi, why do you call Jiang Gongzi like this, it's not good to give others nicknames......

"Well, it's not a nickname, I accidentally called it wrong. Ji Xiaoyue realized that she was shouting again, and hurriedly turned around to look behind her, and after not seeing Jiang Xiaoman's little foolish figure, she chuckled a little weakly, and suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly stretched out two hands to grab Xiao Ying's hands, and asked with some concern and eagerness: "Miss Xiao, do you want to see through Hongchen and want to become a monk, or do you want to become a monk in the future?"

Monk?

Xiao Ying stared at Ji Xiaoyue with a pair of charming eyes like water, and said a little confused: "Why do I want to become a monk?"

"Yes! Great, the old monk really didn't deceive people!" Seeing that Miss Xiao's expression was as usual, there was nothing wrong with it, a pair of big eyes narrowed together, and he took Ji Xiaoyue's hand and shook it again and again.

"Ji ...... Ji Gongzi, you ......" When he lowered his head, he saw that his hands were tightly held by the small hall, and he couldn't help blushing, and he wanted to speak: "Ji Gongzi, this is the Buddhist Zen Temple, there is something wrong with you so much." ”

"Huh?" Ji Xiaoyue also lowered her head, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so she said happily: "You mean being led by me?" It's okay, I'm not Jiang Xiaoworm, we are all daughters, and the Buddha won't blame you!"

It's all a daughter's house?

Xiao Ying was even more stunned, looking incredulous, staring at Xiao Tang with wide eyes.

What's wrong with this Ji Gongzi today?

Say something you don't understand!

"I mean, I'm not Jiang Xiaoman's little color embryo. Ji Xiaoyue realized that no matter how much she said it now, she was still a man, and it was really a little inappropriate to hold a big girl like this, so she quickly let go of her hand, touched her head and looked at Xiao Ying with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I treat you as my sister, that's why I said this, hehe, slip of the tongue, don't care about these details!"

"But I seem to be older than you. Xiao Ying retracted her hands and hid them behind her back, raised her head to look at Xiao Tang, and said with a chuckle.

Although he was laughing, he was a little bitter in his heart, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

This Ji Gongzi, does he just regard himself as a sister?

"Oh, don't care about these details!" Ji Xiaoyue stood up happily, jumped out of Tallinn with her hands behind her back, saw that Xiao Ying did not follow, she was in a daze in place, stopped and turned around, waved at her and said, "Miss Xiao, don't be stunned!"

"Well, here we go!" The girl surnamed Xiao came back to her senses, nodded, and trotted to catch up with Ji Xiaoyue with a chuckle, shoulder to shoulder with Ji Xiaoyue.

He generously took Xiao Tang's hand, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

There's still a long way to go, and I've got plenty of time for you to do more than just treat me as a sister.