The green peaks are stacked, and the empty mountains are spoken.

Dense forests, flowers and brocades, rugged mountains, winding and turning.

Suddenly open up, suddenly there is a strange stone lonely roadside, engraved with "home in this mountain, the cloud deep does not know where" elegant words, the handwriting is ethereal and elegant, but faintly lingering sharp and sharp meaning, as if made with a sharp sword.

In front of it, there are several wooden doors lined up one after another, with a knocker decorated with lotus flowers, and finally a main entrance with a red color.

Behind a simple and clean big square is the main hall "Cihang Palace", the spire of the highest "Tibetan Dian Tower" is built here, in the jungle at the end of the mountain peak, it emerges, it is quite eye-catching, and there is a pavilion to watch the wind and enjoy the rain in the back mountain.

It's a pity that in recent days, the sky has been clear and clear, and this 'rain pavilion' has no place for the time being, standing in the meantime, you can only look down on the tea plantations that spread on the soothing hillside.

The dense tea trees are dotted around, and the peak-shaped canopy is wrapped in layers of green and young leaf tips, which is pleasing to the eye and full of life.

A gust of spring breeze came, and countless branches and leaves swayed leisurely, making a sound, completely covering up the slight movement of a pair of green onions and jade skillfully picking tea leaves.

Dressed in fine linen and plain clothes, holding an old bamboo luo, it does not affect the natural beauty of the jade hand owner in the slightest, and the fairy is not enough to compare with this simple and unpretentious tea picker.

Her temperament is cold and refined, she does not eat the fireworks of the world, she is so beautiful that she has a delicate face, she is ashamed of flowers in the closed moon, sinking fish and geese, her body is perfect, and she is full of grace, but she does not dare to give birth to reverie, for fear of blaspheming her holy grace.

"Click......"

Light and even footsteps came from far and near, and a nun with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes who seemed nothing special at first glance, wearing a gray cotton robe, was holding an empty bamboo Luo Yingying.

She appears to be in her thirties. But the plain jade face shows people the world. There is no and cannot be anything that makes her feel the vicissitudes of the world. There is no and cannot be anything that makes her feel the vicissitudes of life.

The bald head of the green silk is particularly emphasized that her eyelids are clear and distinct, like the undulating outline of the beautiful mountains and rivers, which makes people forget the mundane, as if they think of the mundane things outside the courtyard, which is a great disrespect to her.

The nun looked at the tea picker's slender hands briskly between the tea tree and the bamboo Luo with a calm complexion, seemingly an ordinary picking action.

Suddenly, she smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Although there are many martial artists in the world, few people understand, and every move can be found. In the end, it is inferior, and only without a trace can it be the ultimate in martial arts. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the branches and leaves of the tea tree swaying in the spring breeze, stretched out his equally simple jade hand to gently play, and continued to say lightly: "Just like the painting of the Taoist everyone painting the branches and leaves blown by the wind, only a faint stroke, a leaf fluttering in the wind will be alive on the paper, full of shapes and spirits, so that people can't see whether it is the bamboo moving, the wind moving, or the viewer's own will." Fang is the ultimate in painting.

Not a little more, a little less. Otherwise, it is not beautiful!"

The tea picker turned a deaf ear, still holding a bamboo luo in one hand and picking tea leaves briskly in the other, as if she was deeply immersed in a wonderful magical world, unwilling to extricate herself.

The layer of tea leaves spread in the bamboo Luo is tender and tender, and it is slowly and steadily thickened.

After a pause, the nun's eyes showed a look of memory, and she said faintly: "When I practiced this sword technique successfully, I stayed in the level between traces and no traces for a long time and could not advance an inch.

In the end, I couldn't help but ask the teacher: once our swordsmen attack the enemy, there are always some of them, so there are traces to be found, but I don't know how to achieve the untraceable realm?

The Master then replied: Heaven and earth come from 'one', how can there be any trace of this 'one'? But 'one' gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things, and this changes from no trace to trace, for example, before your sword comes out, there is no trace, but as soon as the sword comes out, it becomes a trace.

I was still puzzled, and hurriedly asked: However, when the enemy is in a confrontation, the sword can not help but shoot, if it falls down as soon as it strikes, then it will never reach the realm of no trace?

The master was silent for a moment, and he wanted to stop talking, only to make me temporarily abandon martial arts, do whatever I want among the green mountains and beautiful waters, wander freely, occasionally refer to Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, and comprehend the Taoist and Buddhist predecessors with great wisdom to retain the Taoist Zen realm.

Fortunately, I was not deeply affected by the magic barrier at that time, although I was quite unwilling and incomprehensible to the master's instructions, but I also firmly followed it, persevered, and finally completely forgot the obsession of kendo after half a year......

It was only then that I understood the painstaking thoughts and concerns of the Master, as stated in the Narrative of Consciousness Only: There are many types of afflictions and obstacles, and self-attachment is the root, and all afflictions arise, and if you don't cling to me, there will be no afflictions.

For those who are caught in the obstacle of self-grasping, they often cut things constantly, and they are still chaotic, and they fall deeper and deeper, but it is in vain!

Instead, it is better to withdraw with great perseverance and not be attached...... When the wisdom is transparent, the spiritual sense is natural, the occasional retrospective, or the unexpected epiphany, everything is naturally clear, but Erer!"

Saying that, the nun's gaze was condensed on the slender jade-like fingertips of the tea picker, as if stating and praising it: "From one to one, from one to go, come without a trace, go without a trace, who cares what happened in the middle...... It's like you're picking every leaf of tea!"

But seeing that the right hand of the tea picker is lightly collected, she is not careful, and her actions do not appear to be chaotic, nor do they have any rules to follow, but every time the fingertips stop, it happens to be the junction of the old and young tea stalks, no more, no less.

It is precisely the use of the untraceable martial arts wonderland in every move, but it is plain and bland, back to the basics, if it is not for the top masters who are qualified to know the goods to see it with their own eyes, it is unbelievable!

The most terrifying thing is the age revealed by the beautiful and flawless face of this tea picker - at first glance, it seems that she is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The nun sighed lightly: "Your talent and wisdom are indeed more unfathomable than the teacher imagined, which makes me both happy and sad - I am glad that you know a little bit of martial arts or Zen law, and you can draw inferences from one another, use it freely, and it is like a natural success!"

However, because of this, I am even more worried, fearing that with your temperament, you may stumble into the path of evil spirits, and you will not know and do not want to extricate yourself, and you will eventually bring disaster to all living beings in the world!"

Speaking of this, the nun couldn't help but recall the terrible scene when she first saw Jia's disciple, although nearly 20 years have passed, she still feels that the memory is very deep, and even her heart palpitates!

Everything may have originally originated from the inheritance customs of the sect and her own fate, but to this day, she still can't tell whether the good disciple she likes and fears is her good fate or bad fate......

That is in the eyes of countless heroes and heroes, she resolutely withdrew from the fame and fortune of the rivers and lakes, ended the short and wonderful career of "Cihang Fairy", returned to Jingzhai, left home, meditated for 20 years, and became the empress dowager of many middle-aged and elderly overlords who never forgot and regretted it.

Cihang Jingzhai is the uncrowned emperor of Buddhism, one of the two holy places of martial arts, and the head of the white martial arts.

And in the end, whether these girls can be included in the Jingzhai Gate Wall still depends on the most critical and inexplicable fate!

That is to say, after the descendants of Jing Zhai have completed the practice mileage of entering the world and being born, and inherit the position of the lord of the fast, they are qualified to accept disciples, and such masters are all highly skilled and profound in Zen law, so they are good at telepathy and spiritual awareness.

After the Buddhist forces select one or several Lingxiu girls, the lord of the fasting will travel the world through a certain time, according to the fate, first by the luck of heaven to choose once, if the lord can meet some of the girls, and in the unintentional situation, with the natural touch and resonance of the soul, the girl is the fate of the lord of the fast, become the successor of the fast.

The only girl who can have telepathy at the first sight of a Zen master like the Lord of Zhai is the one who is pure in body and mind, natural in wisdom, and unpolished!

There is natural telepathy between master and apprentice, which is convenient for the master to teach by word and deed, and instill the will to inherit and the crystallization of wisdom;

The girl's body and mind are pure, and her wisdom is natural, which can ensure that the girl is very suitable for the Cihang Sword Technique, and has a great chance of cultivating the core fairy fetus of the Sword Technique;

As for the unpolished, it is a necessary condition for each lineage sect to accept disciples, and Cihang Jingzhai especially dare not ignore this because of its unique politics and status.

Otherwise, sooner or later, Jing Zhai will be secretly taken away by many well-intentioned people who conspire undercover, among which the most vigilant Jing Zhai is still the evil demon gate, especially the Yin Sect, if it succeeds, in Jing Zhai's words, all the people in the world will never recover!

Of course, each generation of Jing Zhai is not the only one, everything depends on fate!

Because of this, Yun Qingyu's apprenticeship was not smooth, and after "encountering" one after another at the beginning, and silently observing five or six target girls provided by Buddhism, none of them were able to establish telepathy with her.

Just when she was mentally prepared to return in vain, she finally met a five-year-old homeless girl whose parents died at the hands of the rebels in a war-torn dilapidated village and town on the border of the Northern Qi and Western Wei Dynasty.

What made Yun Qingyu's Zen heart even more intensely happy was that at the first sight of this girl, there was an inexplicable faint and vague telepathy between her and the girl.

Yun Qingyu successfully coaxed the girl into the key training object of Cihang Jingzhai in a few words, and in accordance with the customs of Jingzhai, the girl was changed to a very Taoist Zen name - Qinghui. (To be continued.) )