Yun has no intention to come out.

The bird is tired of flying and knows how to return.

Leisurely white clouds, birds and birds singing.

In the huge ancient temple, a person silently swept away the dust in the temple.

This is a little monk with red lips and white teeth, and he is very delicate.

His name is Skylark.

The lark's master died very young.

He hadn't even had time to take his Dharma name......

The day Master left, it was like a long and peaceful dream, and then he never woke up.

He stayed here for the rest of his life...... Fulfill the things that the master explained to himself before he died.

Those sutras were copied twenty times.

You only need to copy one hour a day, calm down, and avoid impetuousness.

Carrying water and chopping wood, living alone, going out once a week to make a fortune, must not be much.

In this way, dozens of words are kept in mind, but they are only the matter of copying scriptures...... There is only one hour every day, and after copying it twenty times, it has been several years.

Complete these ...... He can leave here and go to Lingshan.

Return that "thing" to it.

Today...... It seems like a "special" day.

After the lark finished sweeping the dust in the courtyard gate, he suddenly paused, slowly raised his head, moved his gaze, and looked at the temple gate, his eyes stayed on the wooden door that trembled gently, and his eyesight was excellent, and he could even see the frequency of the wooden door trembling in the wind.

The lark took a deep breath, hugged the broom in his arms, walked forward slowly, and then pushed open the temple door—

The wind blows.

Clothes up.

The little monk kept the temple door "pushing" open, and he raised his head and looked at the young man in black shirt who came to visit.

It didn't take much effort to push open the temple door, because the other party opened the wooden door at the same moment, and in the sound of "squeak", the fallen leaves on the wall of the courtyard gate fell one after another.

First.

The lark looked at the smiling young face.

Ning Yi looked at the lark and exclaimed, "You are the disciple of the master of the dust cessation?"

The lark was dumbfounded, he was not actually a person who liked to be silent, but his mood was very complicated at the moment.

I want to say something, but I don't know where to start.

Holding the broom at the moment, he stepped back step by step, making way of the road, while observing the men and women who came to the door, and at the same time nodded cautiously, indicating that he was the disciple of "Qu Chen".

Master is very famous in Dongtu, but in this place, not many people know the name of "quitting dust", and there are not many people who come to visit Xiaoxun Temple.

It's just that he knows that these two people are different.

Ning Yi stepped across the threshold, and he asked softly, "I'm sorry, I'm here to find the master of the dust cessation, but I heard that the master has already sat down...... Is that so?"

The lark nodded, not with a sad look, but said softly, "Master has been gone for several years. ”

Ning Yi sighed.

He asked a little ridiculously, "Did you burn the Buddha bone relics?"

The lark was stunned.

Then he looked at this young man, who looked at him with a bit of the temperament of the Great Sui royal family, crossed his arms, walked around the Xiaoxun Temple, walked around, and muttered to himself.

"A certain ancient temple, a certain likable and hateful guy who looks like the protagonist, and a certain little monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes for the first time......"

"How is it somewhat similar to a certain third-rate Zhiwei that I have read in Tiandu?"

Ning Yi muttered: "But there are no plaques, no pear blossoms, and no pagodas here, hey...... Little monk, what is your Dharma name, it can't be related to a certain color of stone, right?"

The lark touched his smooth head, he was sure that he heard every word of Ning Yi clearly, but when they were connected, they were completely incomprehensible.

What is this benefactor talking about......

Looking at the lark's confused expression, Pei Yatou, who had read the "third-rate Zhiwei" book with Ning Yi, couldn't help laughing, and said slightly: "Okay, okay, don't embarrass others, you can't fight with the Great Sui royal family." ”

"That's ......," Ning Yi laughed.

He smiled and said, "Introduce yourself...... My name is Ning Yi, I came from far away, and there were no people chasing behind me, and even if there were, they couldn't beat me. ”

The lark blinked, and he said timidly, "Under the lark...... Law No....... The master has already left without giving him the Dharma name, but there is indeed such a thing as a 'Buddha bone relic'. ”

Ning Yi's expression was a little frozen.

The lark put down the broom, remembered the master's request, and he whispered, "Wait a minute...... I'll go and get something from the temple. ”

The little monk in the green shirt turned around and trotted into the main hall, and then took out a small vajra bowl.

He said softly: "This vajra is placed under the third futon in the hall...... He said that he asked me to copy Buddhist scriptures here, enter meditation, and then wait for someone to come...... Make a good connection. ”

Vawra ...... The third futon...... The corners of Ning Yi's eyes twitched slightly.

That "Dust Suppression Master" is a great figure with a very high level of divine soul cultivation, even the Moon Demon Lord can't break it, it's not impossible for such a great virtue to be able to break through the fog of the future.

Ning Yixin took the vajra bowl in his hand, there was no mystery here, and there was no means of Qinglian in the bowl...... It's a joke that the "master of dust cessation" made with himself.

Make good connections.

Ning Yi's face was a little complicated.

He had never met him, but he already believed in his heart that the master was indeed a very profound existence.

"Destined people?" Ning Yi looked at the lark and said with a wry smile: "Do you think I look like?"

The lark scratched his head in embarrassment, "You are." ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, "Is the 'Master of Dust Quitting' also counted?"

The lark thought about it for a while, felt a little rude, and finally hesitated to speak, "Master told me that in this hall, there are people who come and go, and they are all incense customers, buying incense, giving copper coins, or asking for help. ”

Ning Yi said calmly: "I am the latter. ”

The lark nodded and said, "I know." ”

Ning Yi continued: "I am looking for the master of 'quitting dust' because I want to come to cure my illness. ”

The lark nodded and continued, "I know ......"

Ning Yi looked at the little monk, "I can go directly to Lingshan without coming to the 'Xiaoxun Temple', no one can stop me, I can go to the master of the dust master, and his old man will also see me." ”

The lark's expression was still as calm as ever, he waited patiently for Ning Yi's words, and then responded steadily.

"I know ......"

"You can't see it. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, "Oh?"

"Although I haven't met the master yet, the master told me......" The little monk stared at Ning Yi and said, "The master has been in retreat for decades, and although there are few people who are qualified to see him, there are still ...... in this world. It's just that in the past few decades, who has managed to see it?"

The meaning of the lark's words is actually very clear.

Master Xuyun is not unwilling to see people.

Rather, they can't see people.

This sentence...... In fact, it is not difficult to understand.

Ning Yi held the talisman of the Purple Mountain Lord, entered the Spirit Mountain, and saw the void clouds, logically speaking, no one would stop him...... But the current situation is that even if Chu Xuan comes in person, I am afraid that he will not be able to see his old friend.

There are two kinds of people in this world, and they can't see people.

One is the dead.

One is the dying person.

"When I finished copying the Buddhist scriptures twenty times, it was when I was about to leave Xiaoxun Temple, and it was also when you would come here......" Skylark's voice was calm, he looked at Ning Yi, and said: "Mr. Ning, Master didn't say much to me, but I know that you are the person I am waiting for." ”

"This is fate. ”

The little monk took out a delicate small wooden box from his arms, and he said dryly: "These are Master's ashes, as well as relics." ”

The power of Buddhism, if it really proves the "fruit position", even if it dies, the body will leave treasures.

Ning Yi's expression was complicated, and he didn't open the wooden box.

He had never set foot in the Eastern Territory, but he knew a lot about the rumors of the distant Spirit Mountain...... Outside the Great Wall of the East, countless fanatical ascetics, who have traveled thousands of miles for their beliefs, and the powerful ones who have attained the fruition position seem to have a connection with "immortality".

Some people say that the death of these great virtues is not the real death.

They are still alive, but they have changed their way of life and continue to watch the world.

The large and small Leiyin Temples in Lingshan have incense holy places with "twisting fire" induction, and local newborn babies will be sent over to see if they can trigger the "twisting fire" induction...... If it is inductive, then it is a "reincarnated" living Buddha, a bodhisattva, or an arhat.

That great guest Qing Song Que is an immortal who has inherited the "twisted fire", and almost without the slightest effort, he has achieved the envy of thousands of people in Nirvana.

The immortality method of Dongtu and the immortality method of Xiling have long been the couple of Song Que and Gu Yiren.

Ning Yi had long heard of the "demons" of Dongtu...... Xu Zang mentioned it to him a long time ago.

Xu Zang said that there are some demons in Dongtu, and they can't be treated with common sense, and the word "demon" here is not a compliment, even if Xu Zang mentioned it back then, his expression was quite jealous.

Ning Yi now has a deep understanding.

When people are turned to ashes, they still count themselves......

How dare he pick up the urn of the dust master and open it for inspection?

Hurriedly waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to.

Ning Yi said quietly: "This master's calculation is accurate...... What if I step into the temple with my front foot and leave without saying a word?"

The lark thought for a moment and said happily, "I know what kind of disease you want to see." ”

Without waiting for Ning Yi to speak, the little monk said seriously: "It is a wound of the soul, a disease of blockage, this disease has no solution in the world, only the ancestor and the master can solve it." ”

Ning Yi's expression froze.

Skylark said humbly: "Master taught me, but I think the truth is actually very simple...... Because Master only sees this kind of disease, and the most intractable symptom is Shenhai's self-style. ”

Ning Yi let out a breath and asked word by word, "Little Master, is there a way?"

The lark looked at Ning Yi and said calmly: "The monks don't speak. ”

He looked at Pei Lingsu, Ning Yi only said that he wanted to see a doctor from beginning to end, but he didn't say who got sick...... This little monk, who doesn't seem to have the slightest cultivation, has a clear gaze and has seen through everything.

"In the entire Eastern Realm, the master has passed away, except for the ancestor...... is the only way to help this sister continue her life. ”

(ps: The complaints of Ning Yi and the girl in this chapter are actually a ridicule of the previous book "Fucanglu"...... If you haven't read it, you can flip through the first three chapters a little and smile)