The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

After taking a sip of wine down his throat, Murong Bai raised his head and asked Lama Aqiu directly, "Where are you going next?"

"Next?"

Lama Aqiu looked at Murong Bai in surprise, then shook his head with a smile, and said, "Then we will go back to our respective homes."

"I'll go back to my Jokhang Temple, and you go to your Yuhang City. Let's part here and there will be no date."

He said a word that will last indefinitely.

In Murong Bai's heart, he didn't like this word very much.

But he is not ready to ask anymore, because Murong Bai knows very well in his heart that even if Lama Aqiu still admits the friendship between the two of them, Lama Aqiu will not make any kind of answer to this question. answer.

That being the case, why should he bother himself?

Therefore, Murong Bai only took a deep look at Aqiu Lama's face, then picked up the bamboo chopsticks in front of him, "Let's eat first."

Lama Aqiu laughed when he heard that, "I've been eating."

Just as what Lama Aqiu said, after this meal, Murong Bai and Lama Aqiu parted ways.

One went back to Tubo, and the other went to Yuhang.

But it is said that in Jinshan Temple at this time, there is still the Liuyun Pavilion, and there is still a pot of fragrant tea brewed by Zhongling spring water.

But sitting in the pavilion and tasting the pot of tea, there are only two people.

The elderly Zen master Qingyuan and the young monk Fahai.

Over the years, the two of them have often sat here drinking tea and discussing Zen. Speaking carefully, Murong Bai and Lama Aqiu were invited to come here that day, which was the exception in Liuyun Pavilion.

Monk Fahai poured a cup of hot tea for Chan Master Qingyuan, and then respectfully brought it to Chan Master Qingyuan.

Zen Master Qingyuan, who was twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand and watching the surging river, nodded and smiled at Monk Fahai. Then, he picked up the tea bowl in front of him and brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

But only after taking a sip, Zen Master Qingyuan suddenly put the tea bowl back in his hand.

He turned his head to look at Monk Fahai, and asked softly, "Fahai, do you know why this old monk insists on you learning the tea ceremony?"

Monk Fa Hai didn't like tea ceremony at first.

He was originally impatient, so how could he be loved by Monk Fa Hai for a job that needs to be done slowly, such as making tea?

But Chan Master Qingyuan made this request, and even though Monk Fa Hai was not happy, he still obediently followed Chan Master Qingyuan's instructions and brewed tea for Zen Master Qingyuan for decades in Liuyun Pavilion.

After decades of brewing tea, even Monk Fahai didn't know Zen Master Qingyuan's plan at the beginning, but now he has already understood the reason why Zen Master Qingyuan made such an arrangement.

So, after hearing Chan Master Qingyuan's question, Monk Fahai stood up, bowed respectfully to Chan Master Qingyuan again, and answered honestly, "In order to temper the disciple's state of mind."

Zen Master Qingyuan met his eyes with a smile, and said slowly, "I think your tea today should be better than the tea that day."

Just this one sentence made Monk Fahai's heart flutter.

Of course he could hear the dissatisfaction in Chan Master Qingyuan's words, and he hurriedly opened his mouth at this time, wanting to explain something, "Abbot, I..."

But before Monk Fahai finished speaking, Zen Master Qingyuan waved his hand and stopped his subsequent words.

Chan Master Qingyuan only smiled and said to Monk Fahai, "You have always been impatient. You competed with Aqiu that day, and you almost got really angry."

He signaled to Monk Fahai not to stand, and after Monk Fahai sat down, he stared at Monk Fahai's face for a long time with benevolent eyes.

Then he sighed softly and said to Monk Fa Hai, "I negotiated with the Jokhang Temple and asked them to send such a proud son of heaven, so that you can use him to see yourself clearly."

"Perhaps the Jokhang Temple also has the idea of ​​letting you sharpen their swords for them, but from the perspective of the old monk, then Aqiu is not as good as you after all."

Hearing this, Monk Fahai, who was listening carefully to Zen Master Qingyuan, subconsciously answered, "He is very powerful."

But when he raised his head, he happened to meet the sharpness in Zen Master Qingyuan's eyes.

Afterwards, Chan Master Qingyuan paused almost every word, saying these four words in a deep voice.

"Win the king and lose the bandit."

Only after these four words, neither Zen Master Qingyuan nor Monk Fahai said much.

One of them set his eyes on the blue sky and white clouds above his head, while the other turned his eyes to the rushing river at the bottom of the mountain.

The mountain wind blows, insects and birds sing.

But in Liuyun Pavilion, for a while, people's voices were missing.

After waiting for a long time, Chan Master Qingyuan, who was looking up at the sky, suddenly withdrew his gaze, and he called out to Monk Fahai, "Fahai."

Shocked, Fa Hai hurriedly put away his miscellaneous thoughts, clasped his palms together, and respectfully responded to Chan Master Qingyuan, "The disciple is here."

Looking at this junior in front of him, who can be said to be his most proud disciple and successor, who is likely to go further than himself on the road of cultivation, Chan Master Qingyuan's eyes gradually softened, and he said slowly to Monk Fahai , "As long as you can stabilize your xinxing and not allow yourself to be affected by external objects, there will definitely be a place for you in the Western Lingshan in the future."

However, Monk Fahai did not keep silent this time as before.

Because in such a short period of time, Monk Yu Fahai had actually thought of many things in his heart.

In other words, these things, in fact, he has been thinking about them for several years, decades, even since he first set foot on this path of practice, he has been thinking about them.

So facing Zen Master Qingyuan's question at this moment, Monk Fahai had something in his heart, and he really couldn't express it.

Chapter 1207 Awareness

Chapter 1207