crossing with green hills

Ni Dadu felt lucky, he closed his eyes, felt carefully, and caught a trace of the black shadow man's breath from the breath that was about to escape.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"It's really the same as I guessed! It's the two of them who are causing trouble. This Zhu Xian plot is just another fight and game between the two, using all living beings as pawns?"

Ni Dadu sneered, "I'm afraid that the Heavenly Emperor is still waiting for the main body to kill the shadow man and reap the benefits of being a fisherman! Unfortunately, he is no longer what he used to be, and Daqingshan is not what it used to be."

His eyes paid attention to the young man named Zhang Xiaofan, until the flood receded, the home was rebuilt, the Qingshanyun distributed the food, and after the people retreated, the two of them did not appear again.

Ni Dadu regretted, quietly retreated, and returned to Daqingshan.

In a dark canyon that is rarely visited by people, a white light flashed, and a figure wearing an emperor's crown appeared in front of the cave, with a gloomy complexion, clenched teeth, and squeezed out a sentence, "Albatron Gate, good! Very good! Very good!"

One word at a time, three good words, cadenced, distinct layers, revealing a bone-chilling chill and soaring hatred.

At the same moment, in the endless dark space under the Netherworld, a hoarse voice with a bit of a grin resounded again.

"Emperor of Heaven! Qingyun Gate!"

The five words filled the air with resentment, soaring into the sky, shaking the silent space, and deafening ears.

……

As time goes by, time is like water.

January passed quietly.

Although Puzhi, who stayed in Qingyunmen, did not reach an agreement with Qingyunmen according to his previous wish, but the past few days of talking about Buddhism and Xuan made him and Qingyunmen both gain something, and the trip was worthwhile.

This exchange of seeking common ground while reserving differences between the two factions also opened up new ideas for them. Unexpectedly, in addition to opening up their fundamental thoughts, they can also communicate and communicate in this way.

They all said that in the future, there will be more Taoist exchanges between the two factions.

Today, Puzhi bid farewell to Daoxuan and the others, Qingyun's senior management also knew that they couldn't keep the other party any longer, so after being polite, they didn't want to keep him anymore.

Walking to the mountainside, Puzhi was suddenly stopped by Zeng Shushu.

This kid hangs around Ni Dadu all day long. He has good aptitude, eats spiritual objects for food, and Ni Dadu, a hidden boss, teaches him hand in hand. He has already surpassed the original book.

The small man contains great energy, and he has reached the fifth level of Yuqing long ago.

Zheng is striding towards the sixth floor of Yuqing.

"Little benefactor, why did you stop the poor monk?"

Putting his hands together, Puzhi silently recited the Buddha's name, with a solemn expression, staring at the child in front of him in surprise, looking at his clothes, he was obviously a disciple of Qing Yunmen, and then glanced at the magic weapon under his feet.

"Now the children of Qing Yun Sect have become smart, this is going against the sky!"

Puzhi wailed in his heart, thinking of the heartless little novice in Tianyin Temple who couldn't even recite scriptures well, he was immediately envious and jealous, and secretly decided in his heart, this time when he went back, he must take care of the little bastards in the temple.

"Monk, I have a question and I want to ask you for advice, but I just don't know, can you answer it?" Zeng Shushu said seriously with a small face.

"Please tell me, the benefactor, and the poor monk will listen attentively."

Puzhi was happy, the smart and studious little doll is always a welcome to see.

What's more, although the discussions on Dao in the past few days have yielded a lot, it can involve issues of cognition and philosophy of Buddhism and Daoxuan. Puzhi and Daoxuan often have disputes, and sometimes they even quarrel with each other.

Slapping tables and kicking chairs, blowing beard and staring.

As if to eat each other.

The battle of ideas, the difference between Taoism and Buddha, is related to the way of Taoism. Even if Puzhi is in Qingyun, he will not give up on this kind of thing.

Now this little disciple, instead of looking for the head elder of Qingyun sect, just waited here and asked him. In Puzhi's eyes, he was more optimistic about himself, thinking that he was more knowledgeable and versatile than Qingyun and the others.

After thinking up to this point, even Zeng Shushu's rude behavior, Pu Zhi turned a blind eye, looked left and right, up and down, at first glance, he felt that the boy in front of him was pleasing to the eye and had a destiny with Buddha.

If Ni Dadu was here, seeing this scene, he would definitely feel emotional. This may be what he said in his previous life. When he likes you, anywhere is good. Even the exhaust gas produced in your body is still fragrant.

Zeng Shushu's feeling is not very good, he always feels that the monk in front of him is looking at him with malicious intentions, thinking of his lazy, cancerous and nagging brother, the story he told before, his hands subconsciously cover the thriving flower behind him.

He hurriedly opened his mouth and completed the task assigned by his senior as soon as possible.

"Monk, listen up!"

"Taoism talks about doing nothing, learning from nature, Buddhism talks about following fate, following one's heart, governing the body with Tao, seeing nature with Buddha, isn't this the truth?"

"Little benefactor, your understanding is extraordinary, the principles of Buddhism are not common, and your views are unique. This is indeed the truth!"

Staring at Zeng Shushu, Puzhi's eyes lit up, and he felt more and more that this child was destined for Tianyin Temple.

"Does that mean that when people walk, sit, and lie down, there is a way to follow, including the mechanism of Zen, and a thorough understanding of Buddhist principles?"

"Little benefactor, what you say makes sense, it is true!"

"Then let me ask you, why is the old monk studying?" A cunning flashed in Zeng Shushu's eyes.

"This……!"

Putting his palms together, Puzhi was a little embarrassed, and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

"wrong!"

Puzhi: ...

That eye of yours saw the poor monk answer?

Zeng Shushu: I have seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears.

Looking at Zeng Shushu, who was staring at him with a pair of big pure eyes blinking, full of thirst for knowledge, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Monk Puzhi.

"This question is already beyond the outline, he really hasn't dabbled in it before." Puzhi thought to himself, thinking hard, digging his brains, pondering whether this question is related to that part of Buddhism, and there is a part of Zen in it.

But at this time, Zeng Shushu suddenly let out a long sigh, "You can't even solve such a simple problem, and the old monks in Tianyin Temple are no more than that. Their skills are limited, and their prospects are bleak!"

Hearing this, Puzhi was furious, his arrogant tone, haughty attitude, and disdainful look, like knives piercing his heart.

Especially the slander of Tianyin Temple has crossed Puzhi's bottom line.

Too heartbreaking!

"Bear boy! I hate everything!"

Pu Zhi grumbled in his heart, but kept his expression on his face. He clasped his hands together, "The poor monk is just an ordinary monk with dull qualifications in the monastery. There are people in the monastery who can clearly discern the Buddhist principles, and they can help the benefactor to solve his doubts."

"That is, you can't figure it out?"