At first hearing the bad news, Ye Haotian heard a thunderbolt in his ears, and his heart was shocked, and his tenderness turned into frost: "No! No! How can this be?"

The old man had tears on his face, and said in a heartbreaking voice: "The night before yesterday, when the little girl was dying, he said that someone would come today, let me give this to him. As he spoke, he took a letter from his sleeve with trembling hands and handed it over with difficulty. "She never said your name, only that someone who came would carry Peiyu. At the moment of her last breath, her face was so helpless and regretful...... Yesterday it was buried in Xuanwu Lake...... She liked the cherry blossoms there the most......" The old man whimpered and could no longer speak, tears streaming down his face.

Ye Haotian took the letterhead, his heart was extremely painful, and he immediately turned around without saying a word and flew away, floating to Xuanwu Lake in a blink of an eye. When I looked down, I saw a small island full of cherry blossoms, and it was red, so I pressed my body down and landed among the flowers. As far as the eye can see, the surrounding is thousands of purples and thousands of reds, the fallen flowers are colorful, and there is a new grave among the thousands of flowers, the soil is still new, and the grave is full of falling flowers. The flowers are in the soil, and the fragrance is not diminished.

He opened the crumpled letterhead in his hand, and his eyes were lined with beautiful small characters: "The concubine is the daughter of the sixth prince, named Zhu Lan'er." Since childhood, he has been pregnant with six yin veins, and he has been dying of life and death several times. At the age of eight, he was accepted by the grace teacher Hao Fan Shenni, and his skills have gradually increased in the past ten years, and the six yin terminal disease has been relieved. Last year, during an outing in Maoshan during the Double Ninth Festival, there was a soldier who was speechless, and I scolded him endlessly, and I was killed by me with a sword during the dispute. When it was, I suddenly saw dark clouds rolling, covering the sky, and suddenly a cold wind blew, and I suddenly felt weak and cold all over my body. Immediately, a whistling sound came into the ears: 'Offend my subordinates, never spare me, July 15, prepare for the future generations!' Since then, the concubine's whole body strength has disappeared, and the six yin terminal illness is even said, although the master and the uncles have tried their best to save them, there is still no relief in the slightest. The master said that I was forbidden by monsters, and I had no skills to return to heaven. The concubine knew that her fate would not be long, so she traveled to the beautiful scenery of the world, but she hoped to die without regrets. In February, the West Lake met the son, and the piano and flute sounded, which was enough to comfort his life. Childe and don't be sad. There is fate in the next life, even if you are a slave and a maid, you are willing to always accompany your son. Remember, remember. "The letterhead was speckled and speckled as if it had been wet with tears.

Ye Haotian was furious in his heart, his eyes were split, and he waved out a palm, and ten thousand flowers were broken: "Nine Yin Demon Dao, the sea of blood is deep, you wait, I'll come!" He shouted wildly, his heart dripping blood!

After a long time, his anger decreased slightly, and he saw the flowers falling all over the ground, and his heart was extremely desolate: "Yesterday's thousands of charming flowers have become the flowers in front of the grave of today's dynasty; Oh my God, why are you so cruel!"

He stood in front of the grave in a daze, tears streaming down his face, and his heart like a knife.

"Where is Lan'er's soul now?" he suddenly moved in his heart, and hurriedly took out the turtle mirror and transported ten percent of the Samadhi True Fire to inspect it.

After a long while, a woman slowly appeared in the mirror, curling and lonely, trudging on the deserted wasteland, she seemed to have walked for a long time, and her weak body was very tired. A big tree appeared in front of her, and under the tree sat a kind-eyed old woman with a cup of tea poured in front of her. The woman walked over and sat down, and took her tea. Ye Haotian's heart suddenly froze, and he shouted in his mouth: "No! can't drink it!" The woman's hand holding the tea trembled, and half of the tea suddenly splashed out, and the remaining half cup was held in her hand, hesitating whether to drink it or not.

Ye Haotian was very anxious in his heart! That old woman must be Meng Po! That tea was Meng Po tea given by the Jade Emperor himself, and even if he drank it, it could not be reversed. In a hurry, he suddenly gathered his strength and drew a Huayang life and death talisman at Lan'er in the mirror. I saw the teacup in Lan'er's hand fall to the ground with a "bang", and then slowly stood up and walked towards the way she came! She walked extremely slowly, and seemed to be a hundred times more difficult than when she came.

Ye Haotian continued to strengthen his skills, and Lan'er seemed to walk a little faster. Ye Haotian stared at the turtle mirror, and his condensed power did not dare to relax a little. Lan'er walked for a while, and it seemed to be getting faster and faster. However, there is a long way to go, and I don't know how far it is.

An hour passed, and Ye Haotian felt so tired. Another hour passed, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. A long, long time passed, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. At this time, Lan'er had come to a small river, and wanted to jump over it but was afraid of falling into the water. There are snakes swimming back and forth in the water.

Ye Haotian was almost on the verge of exhaustion of his essence, and he understood that the river was the river of life and death between humans and ghosts, and only after crossing the river could there be hope of resurrection.

He used the last bit of strength, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Jump!" saw Lan'er fly over, stepped on the riverside with one foot, and almost fell down, shaking twice before barely standing firmly. Seeing the way forward, she already knew it. Ye Haotian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and suddenly there was a dizziness in front of him, and the whole person fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

I don't know how long later, when he woke up, he first heard the pleasant sound of the piano, which was cheerful, like a lark singing. When I opened my eyes, there was no one around, only a piano in front of me, the strings undulating and clearly playing automatically. Just when he was suspicious, suddenly a sweet female voice came: "Childe, you're awake!" Ye Haotian couldn't see the figure, so he could only ask, "Lan'er, is it you?"

The sweet voice replied: "Yes, I really didn't expect to see Childe again, I'm so happy!" and then said: "Don't be confused, Childe, my soul is here, but it can't match **." ** Controlled by the demon Dao with evil magic, and even has six yin veins, it is unbearable. Only by removing the prohibition and opening up the six yin and absolute veins can the spirit and flesh be united. ”

Ye Haotian was a little worried: "If the spirit body can't be combined, will it go to the river of life and death again?"

Lan'er said apologetically: "I didn't know that Gongzi's cultivation had reached the realm of Rusi before, so I didn't seek refuge. Today, seeing you Yuan Gang guarding the surroundings, as long as I don't leave Wuzhang away, I won't be detained by ghosts. After a pause, he added: "My ** has been put in a crystal coffin for my father, and it will not be destroyed within a hundred years." ”

Ye Haotian was a little worried, and said, "I want to take your ** with me all the time, okay?"

Lan'er laughed: "Of course it's good, it's just that carrying a coffin every day is too shocking." ”

Ye Haotian said: "I have a way." As he spoke, his palms slowly lifted his qi, and a gust of wind gently blew away the floating soil on the grave, revealing a transparent crystal coffin. When I looked down, a woman in white clothes was lying inside, with ruddy cheeks and a delicate appearance, just as before. Seeing this scene, Ye Haotian hesitated in his heart and said, "I don't know if I can open it and take a look at ......."

Lan'er said timidly: "The concubine already belongs to the son, and everything is decided by the son." It's just that if you are alarmed, I'm afraid it will be difficult to unite the spirit and the flesh. ”

Ye Haotian knew that she might have misunderstood herself, and hurriedly explained: "I want to see what the Six Yin Absolute Veins are, and what techniques are used to prohibit the Demon Dao. ”

Lan'er came to her senses at this time, and said with a shy voice: "Childe, just take a look." ”

Ye Haotian gently opened the lid of the coffin, reached in, and put his three fingers on the three veins of Lan'er's body, and his hand was cold. He traveled through the meridians of the whole body of the body, but he felt that it was difficult for the hands and feet to be less yin, too yin, and stagnation of yin, and there was a small gap in the acupoints of each vein, and it was difficult for the true qi to pass through. In addition, there was a large space in the depths of the marrow sea of the flesh that was imprisoned, and he couldn't rush through it after several times. I had to cover the coffin and said: "It's okay to say that the six yin veins are good, when I cultivate for two more heavens, I should be able to be cured, or I pass on your exercises, you can also cultivate by yourself, and the spirit body will cultivate to a certain point, and the six yin veins of ** will naturally be able to open up." However, if you want to lift the ban on the demon path, there is no good way to do it yet, and when I think about it slowly, there will always be a way. After speaking, he put the crystal coffin into the Qiankun bag.

Lan'er's laughter came: "Oh, Childe still has such a magic weapon, I want to live in it too." That doesn't have to worry about it anymore. ”

Ye Haotian was very happy, and joked with a smile: "Yes, if you are dragged away by the bull head and horse noodles, you have to pull it back desperately!" After finishing it, he smiled and said to Lan'er: "Come with me to Yueqing to take office." ”

Lan'er said happily: "Okay! I haven't been to Yandang yet, and it's great to travel all the way with my son!"

In the afternoon, Ye Haotian went to the ministry and took the official document from his appointment. The officials wanted to send two soldiers to escort them, but Ye Haotian politely refused: "It's not too far to go to Yueqing, and the road is safe." Escorts are exempt. The officials didn't insist anymore.

A thousand miles away, but the time was given a month. Ye Haotian felt funny when he thought about it. If he does it with all his might, he can travel hundreds of miles in the air in one breath, and he can reach the ground in an hour. However, now that he is accompanied by a beautiful woman, he would rather follow the Xu Xu line and visit the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Roundabout south, first to Suzhou, to the front of the Sword Workshop.

Seven months have passed, and the sword workshop has not changed much, except that there are a few big men standing inside the door, as if they are invited guards. When Ye Haotian entered, there were not many people in the store, and the guy Baosheng was introducing the iron sword to a customer. Ye Haotian could see at a glance that the iron sword was not an ancient sword, it was probably made by Tie Zhongtang himself, but the style was simple and very sharp, and it seemed that Tie Zhongtang's sword casting skills had improved a lot.

Seeing Ye Haotian, Baosheng hurriedly invited him into the inner hall. Tie Zhongtang stopped the hammer he was beating, threw half of the iron sword in the cold water, and came up to greet: "Sir, you are finally here!"

Ye Haotian smiled and asked, "How is the business?"

Tie Zhongtang replied respectfully: "I now sell ancient swords once every first and fifteenth day of the new year, five at a time. At that time, there will be a lot of people coming, competing to increase the price, often from 50,000 taels to 150,000 taels, and it is impossible to sell less. Within seven months, he sold seventy swords, and made a net profit of five million taels of silver. Saying that, he led Ye Haotian to see the silver ticket.

In a box the size of a foot, there was a thick stack of silver tickets, each of which was 50,000 taels or 100,000 taels. Ye Haotian thought that it might cost a lot of money to go to the post this time, so he grabbed a handful and held it in his arms, grabbed another handful and handed it to Tie Zhongtang, and said with a smile: "This silver is also yours, you can spend it as much as you want, and others will find it strange if you don't spend it." ”

Tie Zhongtang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You better put it there, I have sold hundreds of blades made by myself, and the money I have earned is enough to spend." To be honest, I'm only interested in sword forging right now, and I haven't been out shopping for two months to improve my skills. Speaking of this, he looked excited: "Come and see the iron sword I built, it's almost catching up with the ancient sword!" said and invited Ye Haotian to come to the workshop.

There were more than a dozen swords hanging on the wall of the workshop, and Tie Zhongtang took out one and handed it to Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian took it and looked at it, the length and weight of the iron sword were very suitable. He took out an ancient sword from the Qiankun Secret Bag, and compared the two swords, the iron sword only left a small gap, and it was not broken. He held an iron sword in his hand and praised it repeatedly: "Good sword! Good quality, but the luster is slightly dull." After speaking, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and suddenly said loudly: "Take pen and ink!"

Tie Zhongtang was excited when he heard this, and hurriedly brought the four treasures of the study from the front desk.

Ye Haotian waved his hand and wrote out a recipe, which contained gold powder, sulfur, stone gall, bright sand, etc., and drew the graphics of "Dragon and Tiger Dantai", "Mercury Drawing", "Jiji Stove", "Weiji Furnace", and explained the Taoist alchemy method to Tie Zhongtang, telling him to refine gold, silver, lead and mercury first, and then put the iron sword into the furnace for extraction, and the surface of the iron sword will have a smooth covering.

Tie Zhongtang was dumbfounded when he heard this, and exclaimed, "There are such smelting methods!

Out of the Divine Sword Workshop, Lan'er's sweet voice came: "I can't see it, Gongzi is still a rich man!"

Ye Haotian laughed twice, looked at no one around, and said in a low voice: "It's only ten million taels of silver left and right!

Lan'er was surprised: "What does Childe want so much silver for?"

Ye Haotian said with emotion: "'Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. All this money was earned from the rich and will be used on the common people in the future. ”

Lan'er was silent for a moment and said: "The son is kind-hearted, and the concubine is admired. ”

Soon came to the Humble Administrator's Garden, Ye Haotian handed over his name card to visit.

The former imperial prince Xianchen was in the study, and he was very happy to meet.

Ye Haotian looked at it carefully, and felt that the old man's face was excellent, and the whole person looked much younger, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. is rejuvenating!"

The old man was even happier when he heard this, and said, "Since taking the pill you gave, the dantian has always been warm. For half a year, I have been reading during the day and meditating at night, and I feel that I have gained a lot. I have read the "Daozang Overview" countless times, but all that is missing is the heat of cultivation. In addition, I think Confucian Qigong is also somewhat interesting, and I have been pondering it for the past two days. ”

Ye Haotian poured out a few more of the refined Tonifying Qi Pills, handed them over, and said, "Take a few more! ”

The old man took it with excitement on his face, carefully wrapped the medicine, then opened a delicate small box, poured the contents on the table, and put the elixir into it.

Ye Haotian looked at a red jade slip on the table, vaguely engraved with many words, so he took it in his hand and looked at it.

When the old man saw it, he said, "This is what I found when I visited the fourth cave of Taoism, Tianxi Xuanshan Cave, and I thought it was strange at the time. I've been back for decades, but I haven't figured out what the use is, so if you like it, take it. ”

Ye Haotian remembered that he had also obtained such a piece of jade in Qingcheng Mountain, and hurriedly took it out for comparison. The two pieces of jade have the same texture, and both have a very fine gold wire on the side.

The old man took the jade slip and looked at it, and said, "This piece of jade is thick, but it is mottled and impure, and to be honest, it is not a good jade." But the edge of the jade is made of gold wire, which is different. The combination of gold and jade must be a treasure. And the words engraved on it seem to be seals and non-seals, and they seem to be subordinate to non-subordinates, as if they are pre-Qin fonts, and they have never been seen in later generations. ”

Ye Haotian pondered it carefully, and felt that the words engraved on the two pieces of jade had something in common, but they were fragmented and difficult to crack. Since this thing comes from the Taoist cave blessed land, there must be some reason. So he carefully wrapped the jade slip and put it in the Qiankun bag.

The old man clapped his hands and commanded loudly: "Your guests are coming, and a big banquet will be held!"

Ye Haotian said: "I was born in the late life and was busy going to work, so the banquet will be waived." ”

The old man became more and more happy, saying that it was time to celebrate! Ye Haotian refused, but had no choice but to stay.

During the banquet, the old man said: "It is better to be an official than to stay in Beijing, no one to restrain you, and how good it is to be free!" Then he asked: "Have you married your nephew?" Why don't you bring your wife with you?"

Ye Haotian replied: "I haven't married yet. ”

"Then do you want me to be a matchmaker and help you find a lady?"

Ye Haotian was a little embarrassed and said, "No need, let's wait a few more years." ”

After the banquet, the old man personally led Ye Haotian to the guest room and said another conversation before leaving.

Ye Haotian closed the door, the surroundings were quiet, and Lan'er's soft voice came from his ears: "Childe, I seem to have such a piece of jade at home." I used to see it in my father's study, but I don't know where to put it. I'll go back with you next time. ”

Ye Haotian said, "Okay!" and then calmed down again.

After a while, Lan'er asked with a smile: "Why didn't the son agree to come down and marry a lady before leaving?"

Ye Haotian laughed "hehe": "Everyone is beautiful, who knows what it looks like? I don't want it to be too ugly." Then he teased her, "Now that we are lonely men and widows, living in the same room, we want to come to disagree with the Master's etiquette, are you afraid?"

Lan'er smiled, "Where, we are lonely immortals, what is there to be afraid of?"

Ye Haotian laughed uncontrollably, and in an instant, the room was full of spring.

From Suzhou to the south, it is the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with streams and streams everywhere, green grass, and the scenery is very quiet. Ye Haotian walked slowly, only feeling relaxed and happy, and his whole body was comfortable.

After walking for about 300 miles, I passed under Mogan Mountain, looked up, but saw that the mountains were full of green bamboos, and it was very quiet.

"It's so beautiful!" Lan'er exclaimed first, her voice as sweet as a lark.

"Okay, let's take a look. Ye Haotian said with a hearty smile.

Walking up the stairs, the sky is clear, the spring water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, as if coming to the cool world from the hot summer, the cool breeze blows, fresh and pleasant, and the skin is refreshing.

"If only I could meditate here. Lan'er said happily, "I like the bamboo here, you see, it's so straight and verdant." ”

Ye Haotian looked into the distance, and saw that the mountains were full of bamboo, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, verdant. He walked a few steps inside the bamboo forest and noticed that the arrangement of the bamboos seemed to be somewhat regular. It seems that the bamboo in a certain direction is relatively thicker, and there can be a difference of two points between one zhang. Two points is not too much, and it is really difficult for ordinary people to find.

He left the trail and walked through the bamboo forest. I saw that the bamboo around me was getting thicker and thicker, and it was almost difficult to pass through. He used his qi to bend the bamboo, forcing a passage in the middle of the bamboo forest, and then floated forward with a light breath. After floating for hundreds of feet, some of the surrounding bamboos were waist-thick, and the passage ended. The bamboos in front were densely knotted together, forming a bamboo wall, which still refused to be separated under the pressure of his fifty percent of his anger. At the same time, the Tongling Jade hanging on his chest suddenly became hot! His heart moved: "Could it be that there is a treasure behind the bamboo wall?"

He drew his sword and cut a three-foot-wide gap in the bamboo wall, and further inside was a two-foot square clearing. A spiritual spring gushed out of the clearing, forming a large pool. But there is a bamboo shoot by the pond, two feet high, about one foot and five inches thick.

He took a few steps forward, the psychic jade on his chest getting hotter and hotter. After walking a few laps around the bamboo shoots, the heat source turned out to be from the bamboo shoots. He stared at the bamboo shoots, and saw that the bamboo shoots were almost transparent in color, but there were two egg-sized green hearts in the middle. After reading for a while, he suddenly remembered a sentence in "Shennong's Records": "The giant bamboo shoots have a heart, called 'bamboo heart', which calms the mind, nourishes yang and nourishes yin, and can live for 300 years if you take it." "That green thing should be bamboo heart.

He took out his sword and carefully cut open the bamboo shoot, taking out the bamboo heart on it. When I was about to take the bamboo heart below, I suddenly found that the green bamboo around me had turned slightly yellow. After pondering for a while, he understood that the bamboo in the entire Mogan Mountain was probably related to the bamboo hearts here, and if the two bamboo hearts were taken out, I am afraid that this bamboo forest would be over. So he had to stop.

At this time, Lan'er suddenly said: "The spring water is so clear, neither cold nor hot, I really want to soak in it for a while." ”

Ye Haotian said: "Anyway, there is no one left and right, and we are not busy walking, you go and soak it, but how do you soak it?"

Lan'er pondered for a while and said, "Childe opened the crystal coffin and put my ** into the hot spring, and I will do the rest myself." ”

Ye Haotian obeyed the order, his hands were empty, and the female body in the coffin slowly fell into the hot spring, hidden in the spring water below the shoulders, and the white dress was immediately soaked with water. "Is there anything else I need to do?" he asked softly.

Lan'er hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Can Childe turn around?"

Ye Haotian suddenly said: "Wait." Then he cut off a small half of the bamboo heart that had just been cut, turned it into juice, and dripped it into the hot spring, and then turned his body around and waited with his back to the hot spring.

After a while, he heard the sound of "bang" squeezing water, thinking that Lan'er was bathing his **.

After a while, he suddenly heard Lan'er say a soft "pout", he didn't know what was going on, but since it wasn't an exclamation, it was obviously not a big problem, so he endured it and didn't look back.

It took a long time to hear Lan'er's voice coming: "Childe, I'm fine." The voice was extremely cheerful.

Ye Haotian turned his head and saw two Lan'er immersed in the water, one with an expressionless face and closed eyes, and the other with a smile, but his body didn't seem to be very real. The same white dress, body and appearance, no difference.

Lan'er, who was full of smiles, walked out of the water, stood two feet in front of Ye Haotian, without a drop of water on her clothes, and smiled coquettishly: "Childe, it's really good, you can see me in the future!" When he spoke, his face was like a delicate flower, and his eyebrows were like tender willows, just like the real thing.

Ye Haotian stretched out his hand and wanted to hold her spring bamboo shoots, but he felt empty.

Lan'er smiled: "This is the phantom I conjure, you have to think about it...... Think...... If you can touch it, only in the future will the soul and the body be one. The corners of his mouth showed a strange look, and then he said: "Please also ask the son to put my ** back in the coffin." ”

Ye Haotian raised his hands weakly, slowly lifted the ** with his eyes closed from the water, let it float in the air, and then used his hands to steam the water droplets on his clothes, and then carefully put it back into the crystal coffin. He reached out to touch the veins of the person in the coffin, and only felt that his skin was soft and warm, as if he was asleep. Upon careful probing, the gaps in each of the six yin veins seemed to have narrowed by half, but the prohibition of the sea of marrow had not changed.

Finally, he put the crystal coffin back into the Qiankun bag, looked around, and found that the color of the bamboo had turned green. Probably because I just sprinkled some of the bamboo hearts in the spring water, the bamboo reabsorbed the bamboo hearts in the spring water. After a while, he said to Lan'er, who was standing not far away, "Help me keep an eye on my surroundings, and wait for me to take a look at the bamboo heart." ”

Lan'er nodded in agreement, but her expression was a little nervous, probably because she was afraid that she would not be able to cope with it if something happened.

Ye Haotian looked very nervous when he saw her, so he planted a few bamboo branches around her, set up a small array, and then said, "I can't take care of you at this time, don't have ghosts to detain you." Hiding in the middle of the formation, there should be no problem. ”

Lan'er walked in honestly and stood beside him, her figure was neither tall nor short, just reaching Ye Haotian's eyebrows.

Ye Haotian cut off half of the remaining bamboo heart and put it in his mouth, and then sat down. It was only for a short while, and he felt that the Mud Pill Palace had suddenly widened a lot, like a well water turning into a small lake. The open gate of heaven also changed from the thickness of a needle tip to the size of a soybean, and the energy conversion in and out of the body was accelerated many times. After sitting for a long time, he opened his eyes, and felt that his skills had improved a lot, and he had risen from the fifteenth level of the real human world to the middle stage of the sixteenth level of Wu Si Jiang Youtian, although it was only a heavy heaven, ordinary people had to cultivate for twenty years, and even with the help of jade essence, it would take at least seven or eight years. So he was very happy.

Lan'er was looking at him nervously, and she was relieved when she saw him smiling.

Ye Haotian saw that it was not early, and said to her: "Let's go, go down the mountain and find a place to eat." ”

There is a nice restaurant down the hill. Ye Haotian asked for a few local famous dishes: fried stone chicken, orchid whip shoots, jade flat tips, bamboo cup hidden legs, bamboo tube pheasant, and felt that Moganshan was really a good place, and he would come again when he had time in the future.

Out of the restaurant, he bought a few catties of the best "Mogan Yellow Buds" and several bamboo fans, and then continued on the road.

Due to the rapid growth of his skills and the beautiful Lan'er with him, Ye Haotian felt refreshed and refreshed. If it weren't for the blood feud, he really wouldn't have anything to worry about.

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Leaving Moganshan and continuing south, there are many temples along the way, but there are not many Taoist temples. "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." The temples in the south of the Yangtze River are big and small, such as the Lingyin Temple, the ninth floor, the eighteen pavilions, the seventy-two halls, the houses are thousands, and the monks are thousands. The small one is just a pavilion in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, which is also unique. Ye Haotian was not interested in Buddhism, so he did not enter the temple to worship Buddha.

All the way through Hangzhou, go to the rooftop, go up along the Jinxi, but see the peaks and mountains stacked green, strange stones all over, the scenery is different, and the scenery is shocking. Between the lines, suddenly see a natural boulder in the green valley of the mountains and mountains across the sky, the waterfall water passes through the beam, straight to the deep pool, the color is like frost and snow, the momentum is like thunder, it turns out to be called the "wonder of the world" of the stone beam waterfall.

There seems to be a temple surrounded by peaks in the distance, and from a distance, white clouds and mist are steaming. When Ye Haotian looked at it, he suddenly found that a lotus flower appeared in the white clouds, and an old monk sat on the lotus, with silver hair and a smile, and the smile was actually aimed at him. The eyes met, and the old monk's deep voice came: "Little donor, you and I are destined, please enter the temple for a while." "It's so far away, but the sound is like in my ears.

Ye Haotian felt that the old monk had a kind face and seemed familiar, and he looked like a great monk with perfect practice, so he hurriedly urged the horse over. After walking for a while, I walked through two waterfalls and came to the door of an ancient temple with the words "Guoqing Temple" written above the door.

Walking into the temple gate, the first thing I saw was a poem inscribed on the wall: "Wear the Songdu double stream, the palace is surrounded by five peaks, the small courtyard is divided into cold water, and the empty building is half sunset." When he thought about it, he felt that the poem was very apt. Continuing to walk inside, the kind-faced old monk was already waiting outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and he seemed very happy to see Ye Haotian, beckoning him to come close and speak.

Ye Haotian bowed his hand and said respectfully: "I don't know what the master has to say?"

The old monk looked him up and down a few times, his eyes emitted a scorching light, and only after a moment did he speak, and the first sentence was: "Little donor, you are wrong!"

Ye Haotian was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "The disciple is stupid, please ask the master to speak clearly." ”

The old monk said earnestly: "The donor is talented, unique, full of adventures, and profound skills. However, it is too easy to obtain, it is against the way of heaven, there is no tribulation, the cultivation heart is insufficient, and it is not suitable for the ghosts, and the white jade is covered with dust. It's a pity, it's a pity, if it goes on like this, even if you become an immortal, you are still a little immortal. ”

Ye Haotian was shocked, but he felt that the old monk was like a Buddha descending to earth, although it was disrespectful to talk about Lan'er, but all in all, what he said was very reasonable, especially the growth of his own skills depended on elixir, and he was always worried that there would be unexpected problems in the future. Especially the old monk who has never known him in his life, but he can hit the nail on the head and directly point out his own shortcomings, which is really extraordinary. Thinking of this, he blessed his soul, took two steps closer, bowed his head, and said, "Ask the master to show you a clear path!"

The old monk stretched out his hand to help him up, and said in a compassionate voice: "There are thousands of ways to cultivate immortals, and accumulating merit is good." If you can accumulate merit, benefit all sentient beings, benefit the people, and be loved by 100,000 people, you will naturally be able to open the door of heaven and easily overcome all kinds of tribulations. ”

Ye Haotian still didn't quite understand, and asked, "Master, why is the accumulation of merits helpful for cultivating immortals and becoming gods?"

The old monk said: "Mortals have a little spiritual surname, and this spiritual surname can be said to be a Buddha surname, and it is precisely because of this Buddha surname that mortals have the foundation for cultivation." The Buddha's surname is the same, and it is very easy to transfer, and the Buddha's surname is transmitted to you if everyone loves it. There are 100,000 people, and one drop per person can become a pool, which is far better than the power of one person's cultivation. After a pause, the old monk said: "Heaven is fair, one more merit will give one more Buddha surname, and one more Buddha surname will be a higher level, and it will be much easier to cultivate immortals and become a Buddha." ”

Ye Haotian vaguely understood, it turned out that cultivating immortals was not only to improve skills, but also to accumulate merits. It seems that Buddhism wants to purify all sentient beings, Taoism wants to accumulate merit and do good, and Confucianism wants to govern the country and level the world, and the principle is the same.

The old monk said: "The old man's merits are full, and he is waiting for the auspicious clouds to go to the Elysium, and when he sees you at the last moment, he can't bear to see the pearl of good talent and beauty, so he shows up to say the truth." As he spoke, he handed over a piece of Bayeux Sutra, "This is for you, go back and ponder for a long time, and do a lot for the benefit of the people, and you may be able to meet in the Western Paradise." ”

Ye Haotian took the Bayeux Sutra, bowed twice, and when he looked up, the old monk was gone. Only a white cloud rose and went with the wind.

Out of the mountain gate, Lan'er appeared, frowned, and said sullenly: "It's all my fault, as a 'ghost', it will affect your ......cultivation of immortals slowly" The voice was hateful, as if he was complaining about himself, and like complaining about the old monk.

Ye Haotian looked at her uneasy eyes and said sincerely, "Don't say that." I never think too far, I don't want to live forever, I don't think about boundlessness, I don't want to think about how beautiful tomorrow is, I just want to have today, and having today's happiness is everything. My goal is very simple, whether I become an immortal or a god, as long as I am happy every day, it is enough to avenge the blood feud of the family. You know? Since my parents left, I've been so sad. I am really happy to have you by my side, and for the sake of this happiness, I would rather endure seventy-two tribulations. ”

Lan'er looked at him steadily, so moved in her heart, and said gently: "Xie Gongzi pity, I'm so glad to know you, so glad I got to the West Lake that day......"

Ye Haotian suddenly laughed and said, "Maybe we knew each other in our previous lives." ”

Lan'er smiled slightly: "The fortune teller said that I was an orchid in my previous life, so my parents named me Lan'er." ”

Ye Haotian smiled: "I like the orchids inserted in the bottle, but they wilt too quickly. ”

Lan'er said: "It's a blessing that good flowers are appreciated." Otherwise, the flowers bloom and fall by themselves, drifting away with the wind, how lonely and helpless. Saying that, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him, quiet and quiet, and his demeanor was in all directions, just like a blooming orchid.

Ye Haotian was stunned for a while.

After a while, he continued to get on his horse and hurry, and at the same time took out the Bayeux Sutra to inspect it, but saw that it read: "The people of the heavens of the ten worlds, who have the greatest desire to be born in another country, although they cannot practice the sand gate, and make great merits, should have the heart of supreme bodhi." How much is it good to practice goodness and fasting...... It's like a snow-capped mountain, according to all merits, waiting for a pure death...... Like heavy rain, rain and nectar, moisturizing all living beings......"

Although he could not fully understand the meaning, he knew that accumulating merit was the foundation of the path. Thinking about it this way, he suddenly understood the reason why God sent him to Yueqing Zhixian, and this was a good opportunity to accumulate merit. If you stay in Jingshi, I am afraid that such an opportunity will be difficult to find.

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