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Seeing that Patriarch Bodhi didn't care about the eyes of others, looking at himself, Qinglian hurriedly got up and saluted his disciple, of course, because Patriarch Bodhi did not accept him as an apprentice, he could only call him a teacher, not a master.

"Qinglian... You and I have another cause and effect, but there is no master-apprentice relationship. ”

I saw that the Bodhi Patriarch pondered slightly, shook his head again, and sighed: "Presumably, you have forgotten all the past. ”

"Forget the past?"

When Qinglian heard this, she raised her head and looked at the Bodhi Patriarch on the cloud platform, but she was at a loss, what had she forgotten? Also, listening to the meaning of the Bodhi Patriarch's words, did he know his past self.

How is this possible?

Qinglian was a little incredulous, he had traveled from the future, his past, relative to him at this time, was his future, of course, in this world, his past was actually a blank.

He has no past, so what does the past refer to in the mouth of the Bodhi Patriarch? Judging from the look of the Bodhi Patriarch, there is no joke at all.

Also, I forgot about the past, did I? No, no?

It's just that his expression fell in the eyes of the Bodhi Patriarch, but it made the Bodhi Patriarch more sure of his thoughts, and just wanted to continue to say something to him, he suddenly raised his head, ignored the obstruction of the main hall, looked at the sky, and frowned.

In the middle of the sound, the Bodhi Patriarch retracted his gaze, and the whole person calmed down.

"Qinglian, you will be Wukong's senior brother in the future, the content of the Huang Ting Sutra, if you have time, you will hand over Wukong more to help him calm down and cultivate his nature. ”

Although Qinglian was surprised by Patriarch Bodhi's previous words, she also came back to her senses in an instant when Patriarch Bodhi called herself.

Patriarch Bodhi nodded and said, "I will preach once every three months, for three days at a time, and then you and Wukong can come and listen to the sermon." ”

That was the end of the sermon. After Patriarch Bodhi finished speaking, the entire figure disappeared violently.

In an instant, everyone looked at Sun Wukong's eyes, and they were not very friendly, in their opinion, Sun Wukong not only interrupted himself to listen to the sermon, but also angrily left the Bodhi Patriarch.

After all, in the past, Patriarch Bodhi preached once every three months, and each time he preached for three days, but this time he did not even preach for a day.

However, although they all looked at Sun Wukong with unfriendly eyes, no one had a seizure, after all, even the Bodhi Patriarch didn't say anything, if they made a move, it would only make the Bodhi Patriarch displeased.

"Monkey, you have taken the book backwards. "The girl appeared before, and she was an alternative among the crowd, and she seemed to have a strong interest in Sun Wukong.

"I already have a name, called Monkey King. Sun Wukong closed the Huang Tingjing, but his face was a little red.

"Monkey, now that you have apprenticed, you can call me Senior Sister!"

"Humph!"

Sun Wukong turned his head, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the girl at all.

"Cultivate well, this is a practice passed down by the Dao Ancestor, maybe you can comprehend the supreme exercise from it. At this moment, a young man came over, looking like jade, and smiling gently.

But the tone in which he spoke instinctively made Sun Wukong feel disliked, as if he was sneering at him.

Sun Wukong turned his head sharply, and grinned at the young man, his expression was a little hideous, and he was so frightened that he took a step or two back.

When he came back to his senses, a trace of shame and coldness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but when he looked at the girl beside him, he quickly hid it again, as if nothing had happened, and said softly to the girl:

"Senior Sister Yaoguang, the teacher has finished preaching, why don't we go and discuss the sermon together to confirm the harvest of listening to the sermon this time. ”

"I still have something to do, Senior Brother Ji Dao, you can find someone else. ”

The girl waved her hand, her eyes did not take her eyes off Sun Wukong, and this time, the face of the man named Ji Dao was even more gloomy.

The senior brother left first. After saying that, Ji Dao quickly turned around and strode away, but a pair of fists were tightly clenched by him.

"Monkey, don't forget, who spoke for you just now. Yaoguang seemed a little angry when he saw that Sun Wukong ignored him.

"Teacher......"

Sun Wukong only said one word, and when he saw Yaoguang, he immediately raised his head and waited for his next words.

"Master, senior brother, Master has finished preaching, should we also leave first. ”

However, I saw Sun Wukong's eyes rolling, and he suddenly turned to Qinglian and said.

Qinglian sighed in his heart, he didn't speak all the time, just to reduce his sense of existence, but he didn't expect to be affected by the pond fish.

For the girl and Sun Wukong, Qinglian didn't know what to say, the girl was a little persistent, and Sun Wukong was a little rebellious, with a trace of the unruly Monkey King in later generations.

The girl froze for a moment, and didn't seem to react immediately.

"You, you, you bully. After a few breaths, Yaoguang's eyes turned red and seemed to cry, and then quickly ran away.

Sun Wukong was immediately a little dumbfounded, of course, more, he was still a little at a loss, and watched Yaoguang run away in a daze, standing in place blankly.

"Senior Brother Wukong, we have it too. On the side, Qinglian shook her head and spoke.

"Oh. ”

Sun Wukong followed him out of the main hall, Qinglian looked in all directions, and didn't know where he should go.

The three-star cave of the oblique moon is a real cave blessed land, with an extremely wide internal space, like a real small world.

"Two senior brothers, the teacher has instructed me to take you to the place where you meditate and practice on weekdays, please come with me. ”

A voice like a mechanical half sounded, and without looking back, Qinglian knew who the person who came, the middle-aged Taoist who opened the door for them before.

Turning around, sure enough, it was him, Qinglian returned the salute slightly, and said, "I'm tired." ”

In his heart, he secretly felt a little strange, when did this middle-aged Taoist approach, why he didn't even notice it before.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say much, and when he heard Qinglian agree, he even took the two of them in one direction.

About a quarter of an hour later, under the leadership of the middle-aged Taoist, Qinglian and Sun Wukong came to a quiet courtyard.

"You can choose one of the rooms in this room. After speaking, the middle-aged Taoist turned around and left.

Qinglian chose a room at random, while Sun Wukong turned his head in the courtyard to vent the excitement in his heart.

Ten years of wandering, now he finally worships a famous teacher, and he has also got the name given by the Bodhi Patriarch, how can he not be excited, he has just been suppressed before, and now only Qinglian is left, and he no longer needs to hide anything.

In the afternoon, Qinglian felt the door of the room being pushed open, opened her eyes from meditation, saw that it was Sun Wukong, nodded slightly:

"I don't know why Senior Brother Wukong is looking for me. ”

"Senior brother, this Huang Tingjing ......"

As he spoke, he was a little embarrassed to hand over a purple book, he really didn't know the words on it, otherwise he wouldn't have taken it backwards and didn't know it.

"Hmm. ”

Qinglian nodded, didn't say much, took the Huang Tingjing, and looked at it carefully.

The yellow one is also the color of the center, and the court is also among the four directions. The outside refers to things, that is, in the heavens and the earth, in the people, and the inside refers to things, that is, in the center of the brain and in the spleen, so it is called 'Huang Ting'.

Qinglian took the Huang Ting Sutra handed over from Sun Wukong's hand, and watched it carefully, the content was indeed mysterious, explaining the mystery between heaven, earth and man, but when it came to the method of cultivation, I quickly browsed it, but Qinglian did not find it from it.

What he felt more in the Huang Ting Jing was the understanding of himself and heaven and earth, and he constantly guided people to think deeply, but he understood the mystery between himself and heaven and earth.

There is a saying that "heaven and earth are big universes, and the human body is small universes", and this is nothing more than that.

After reading it again, the whole body and mind were immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and when he saw Sun Wukong looking forward to it below, he began to recite softly.

Sun Wukong listened to Qinglian reciting the Huang Ting Sutra with interest at first, but it didn't take long for the whole person to jump up and down in the room, and Qinglian who was sitting there quietly were like two extremes.

Time passed quietly, for Sun Wukong at this time, every minute and every second seemed to become incomparably long, he was a little irritable, Qinglian had not finished reciting the Huang Ting Sutra for the first time, so he found a reason to run out.

It is also strange to say that after reciting the Huang Ting Sutra, Qinglian actually felt that her heart had calmed down inexplicably, just like the rocks and plants in the mountains, and entered a thoughtless realm.

When he came back to his senses, it was already the middle of the moon.

This day's epiphany, apart from making him feel a little more sober, did not bring him the slightest benefit, no wonder other people sneered at Huang Tingjing, it was a pure waste of time, plus a waste of life.

When he opened the door and came outside, the moonlight was like water, setting off his more peaceful.

Qinglian's heart moved, and the surrounding moonlight condensed, turning into a silver-white long sword in his hand, and then he danced in the courtyard.

He didn't go after any moves, just danced at will, only to see the long sword in his hand, sometimes smart, sometimes calm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow......

It seems to be chaotic, but if you look closely, you can see the subtlety, it seems that he is not dancing with a sword, but everything in this heaven and earth.

Around him, there seemed to be pictures of the earth, mountains, wind and rain, thunder and lightning...... These scenes were all outlined by him with a long sword, intertwined into a world that seemed to be real and illusory.

After a long time, Qinglian put away her sword and stood, a smile appeared on her face.

"If one day the Great Dao of my world is perfect, and a sword is slashed out, it will be a great power of the world, and when the time comes, even a saint will have to retreat. ”

He has such self-confidence, after all, today's flood desolation is just a great world, of course, because the desolate world is integrated with the origin of fifty-four great worlds, it must be much stronger than the ordinary world, but the saint itself does not represent the whole world, but the monks who are relatively powerful in this world have not transcended the heaven and earth.