One Sword Nine Ya

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps, it was Chen Weichen who came over with many Buddhist scriptures.

He knew that this person was in a dire situation and he had to take care of him carefully, so he reached out to him.

Chen Weichen understood, grinned, and handed over the heavy scriptures to Ye Jiuya.

"Xing Qiu had a quarrel with Master Kong Ming and has already gone down the mountain." He said to Ye Jiuya, "Who did you say brought him here? But nothing happened."

——Thinking about it, now there is only one Chi Juntian in Xiandao who is thinking about things, and it is very likely that he is in the capital.But if it was her, the matter would not be as simple as leading Xing Qiu up the mountain, even theirs.

This person was born in Tianyan, and she deduces the future. If she sets up a trick, she will definitely have no plans.

He exchanged glances with Ye Jiuya, knowing that Ye Jiuya's guess was the same.

Chen Weichen narrowed his eyes: "She is hanging on to us, now we have to take one step at a time."

Ye Jiuya walked down the mountain side by side with him: "What are your plans?"

Chen Weichen's face was a little pale, and he sighed: "It's also a step by step."

Ye Jiuya looked at his profile, and felt that this person should be a little tired now, but there was still a kind of stubborn persistence inside.

He also knew a lot about Chen Weichen along the way. If this person was in the mortal world, he could live his whole life in the gentleness and wealth of the mortal world. suffering.

Chen Weichen noticed his gaze and looked over, and they looked at each other for a long time.

A bird fluttered up from the forest, interrupting the silence.

A playful smile appeared in Chen Weichen's eyes: "Ye Jun, you have been looking at it for a long time, but did you fall in love with me?"

——Ye Jiuya is already used to this person calling him a name that changes every few days.

His temperament, faced with such an ambiguous joke, after all, there is no way to tease it back, so he just said indifferently: "What do you want?"

Chen Weichen is better than the devil emperor who always lacks eyes and can't grasp the key points, especially when facing Ye Jiuya's way of talking like gold.

He said: "It can be seen that we have been together for half a year, and you still treat me as a mortal."

Ye Jiuya looked at him, his expression moved slightly.

"When we first met, you said that the road to immortality is bitter," Chen Weichen said, "Since I'm here, I also want to find my own way. If you regarded me as a Taoist friend, you wouldn't have asked me just now."

Ye Jiuya was silent for a while, and said, "I was wrong."

At the end, add another sentence: "You are in a dangerous situation, you cannot practice alone."

Chen Weichen smiled triumphantly: "Then I will trouble Lord Ye Jian to protect the law from now on."

Ye Jiuya's expression was still indifferent, Chen Weichen swallowed the sentence "Brother Ye just cared about me", followed him, and walked forward side by side.

The Buddhist school opened the door of compassion. The mountain road has occasional twists and turns according to the mountain situation, but it is not rugged. After descending countless neat stone steps, it seems to have passed an invisible barrier at the foot of the mountain. I saw the majestic towers of the southern capital.

They continued to look for places with special luck in the city, but they found nothing except knowing where the National Teacher's Mansion was at the end of the day.

Chen Weichen couldn't help feeling a little anxious about Wen Hui.A few days ago, I found some Wen Hui's hair in the Yuecheng mansion, and three days later, when it was a cloudy day, Xie Lang lit the copper lamp of the soul of life, and put his hair on it to burn. It is still full and bright, indicating that the owner of the hair is fine.

The Taoist picked out another cat's hair mixed with the whisk, and burned it as it was - it was very bright, showing that the fat girl hadn't worn out much after leaving Xie Lang.

Xie Lang ground his teeth.

He couldn't find any clues, so Chen Weichen didn't go out anymore. For half a month, he read Buddhist scriptures in his study every day. Although he didn't have an eminent monk to teach him, he seemed to be born smart, so he read it bit by bit.

Seeing that he was obsessed with Buddhist scriptures, Xiaotao not only went to the temple in the capital city to ask for beads to be wrapped around his wrists, but even the clothes he prepared were quite clean.

At this time, sandalwood was burning in the study room, and a white candle was burning on the desk. Mr. Chen was dressed in light green clothes, with apricot-colored beads loosely wrapped around his wrists, looking very decent.

It's a pity that he didn't see much innocence and asceticism - he lost his bones while reading, leaning against Ye Jiuya next to him.

Ye Jiuya looked at the pages of the book, and at a glance, he saw the words "Ming Wang", "Ming Concubine" and "Kong Le Shuang Yun".

Chen Gongzi had a ghost in his heart, coughed, and closed the book to cover up, and read the serious "Avatamsaka Sutra" instead.

Ye Jiuya's cultivation base is at the peak of the Second Heaven at this time, his aura has already been perfected, and the opportunity to break through is hard to find. Once he is free, he has nothing to do. He chant scriptures with Chen Weichen every day, and he gradually got used to such a flowing time. day.

After half the morning, Chen Weichen got tired of reading the scriptures and found a collection of witty sayings for entertainment.

Just when the spring breeze enters the window, the pages of the book are turned, changing in a hurry, and finally stop, set on a poem, and write:

"All love will be impermanent and rare for a long time.

There are many fears in life, and life is in danger of morning dew. "

His slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, and he picked up the book and read it for a long time, his eyes lingering on the word "impermanence".

"Impermanence..." he heard himself muttering.

Looking up, I saw the clouds passing by the sky outside the window, covering the sunlight, and the shadows were like substance, passing through the window lattice and hitting the face, sometimes sticky, sometimes erratic.When the clouds cleared, the sun came in again.Repeatedly, the confusion of being teased by time rose in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Ye Jiuya, the shadows cast on his eyes by the sun had not yet dissipated, blurring his face, the room was suddenly dark, he reached out to touch, and caught the cold and soft hair, smooth as running water, he was stunned for a moment .

He heard someone reading the scriptures: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

He turned his head and looked at the table, where the pages of a "Diamond Sutra" were flipping.

Another voice sounded: "Ninety moments are one thought, one moment in one thought, through nine hundred births and extinctions." It is the "King of Kings Prajna Sutra".

The golden light was in full swing, the sound of flipping books was loud in the study room, pages were flying in front of his eyes, the air of old ink and sandalwood penetrated into his chest together, he became the incarnation of the fusion of these two breaths, and fell into a drowsy state.

Thousands of voices were chanting separately, a noisy noise more dense than cicadas, and gradually converging together, they said deafeningly: "It is said that in the world, mountains, rivers, land, and all things that do things move without pause, and will eventually mutate. Impermanence."

He tried hard to break free, but it was like a drowning struggle, helpless and unable to get out.

The lingering sound is endless, and before one sound subsides, the other sound rises again.

"Come in impermanence, go in impermanence."

After a while, there was singing again, like it would be sung at a funeral, saying:

"The sky is blue, the earth is vast, the dead return to Yin, and the living return to Yang. The living have their homes, and the dead have their hometowns."

In the end it came down to a loud shout:

"Nie Yi, go back quickly!"

He grasped a person's hand in a daze, never let go, struggled to wake up in the ups and downs, to no avail, and finally felt powerless, with a sliver of clarity hanging in his mind, he said: "From the time of chaos, there is impermanence. , Brother Tiandao, since the roots are from the same source, the ups and downs alternate, how can you not know the truth of ups and downs, why you always have trouble with me."

He sighed and smiled: "You rule the world, and you are always greedy. But I am different. Even if there are thousands of impermanences, I only want that one."

That voice did not appear for a long time.

He thought drowsily, this thing doesn't look like a smooth talker.

It was dark before his eyes, and he fell asleep completely.

In a stone room in the capital.

Wen Hui was bound by iron chains and lay on a stone platform.

He had a messy dream, spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes, and saw a white-haired woman in a gray robe looking at him, eyes like a bottomless ancient well.

He tried his best to keep himself away from her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Witch! What are you going to do again!"