Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(47)

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Ji Qianshan took the little black cat and Zhiqing away from Lingyun Hall and headed northward, heading northwest.In Lingyun Hall, Lu Jingqiao picked up the seedlings of the mortal tree and carried them to Zhao Wanwan's body. The head of the house, Zhou Jidao, was sealed in the back mountain by Fang Yanchu's ban, and he would not be able to come out for a short time.

Only a group of Taoist boys who have not started yet and Fang Yanchu who should have been staying in the study were left in Lingyun Palace.

The reason why it should be is because since Ji Qianshan came out of Fang Yanchu's study last night, no one came out of Fang Yanchu's room, and even that Zhiqing waited until the sun came out the next day before going out. of.

If nothing went wrong, Fang Yanchu's daily waking time would be between nine and ten in the morning.Xiao Daotong waited outside with his rice bowl for a long time, until the sun was high and it was almost noon.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Jingqiao, who came back from delivering the worldly wood, just stepped into the yard when he saw Xiaodaotong standing in the yard facing the sun. The weather is cooler in late autumn, and even a demon like Lu Jingqiao is thinking about changing clothes. Xiao Daotong was still in single clothes, and his lips trembled from the cold since he stood in the morning.Lu Jingqiao poked him: "Isn't it cold standing here?"

"Senior brother Lu," Xiao Daotong turned his head subconsciously, and when he saw him lowered his head suddenly, "I, I brought breakfast to my junior uncle, but after waiting for such a long time, my junior uncle doesn't seem to get up yet."

Lu Jingqiao took the breakfast plate from him, raised his eyelids and glanced at the study window quietly: "Haven't got up yet? ——The little uncle probably has something to do, you go back first, just leave it to me here."

"Yes." Xiao Daotong cupped his hands respectfully, took two steps back slowly, turned around and ran, Lu Jingqiao could vaguely hear Xiao Daotong complaining in a low voice, "If you don't go back, you won't have lunch..."

Lu Jingqiao turned around and glanced at Xiaodaotong's back. Seeing him running away in a hurry, he took two extra steps to the door of Fang Yanchu's study room. With his fists bent, he gently knocked on the door of the study room: "Little uncle."

"Uncle, it's time for lunch."

The room was silent and no one answered, he glanced around, pushed the door open by himself, and said while pushing: "Little Martial Uncle Bless Little Martial Uncle..."

Fang Yanchu's study room is both simple and luxurious. Briefly, it means that his study room is simply furnished, with a set of tables, chairs and a sofa, a set of the four treasures of the study on the desk, and a wide landscape painting on the wall.

It’s a long time to talk about luxury. The sofa is not very old, but the table and chairs are made of a whole chrysanthemum pear tree. Not to mention the current world, even a thousand years ago, it was difficult to find such a thick chrysanthemum pear tree. It is even more difficult; the four treasures of the study on the table are exquisite one by one; the most exquisite thing is the landscape painting on the wall. It is already a rare treasure, not to mention that this landscape is still a magic weapon.

This landscape is called Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map, and it is the treasure of the Qilin clan. Not to mention other effects similar to space storage, the most rare thing is that the Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map is actually a picture of eliminating spirits.All the spirits in the world have speech, and the speech can reach the heavens, and the way of heaven can make arrangements according to everything in the world.There are many treasures in this world that can listen to the voices of all things, but there are few spiritual things that can not make a sound.

The map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains is such a rare object, which holds everything in its body but is silent. It is the most tolerant and kind, and it is in line with the auspiciousness and harmony of the Qilin family.

Lu Jingqiao has also entered this study a thousand times, and is used to the furnishings in the room.It was unusual at this moment. Many red threads were densely criss-crossed in the study, covering the entire space like a spider web. Each thread had a fingertip-sized, shiny and clean white bead sliding freely.Although the red threads are fine and close to each other, nearly a thousand white beads are like tightly fitting gears, turning freely and irrelevant.

It's okay if you don't look closely at this scene, but Lu Jingqiao was startled when he looked closely.The white beads are not from the side, they are bone beads polished from human bones, and they look crystal clear and shiny because they have been polished a lot.

Behind the red line that almost blocked his sight, Fang Yanchu sat cross-legged in the center, closing his eyes motionless.

Fang Yanchu, who had his eyes closed, had a more inviolable dignity than usual, like a nine-day god and Buddha, in the mysterious red line surrounded by bones and beads, it seemed that his whole body was also ignited with red light.It was only then that Lu Jingqiao discovered that Fang Yanchu's face was actually warm, and when the corners of his mouth sank, it was cold, like a statue.Usually Fang Yanchu didn't smile, but his brows were warm, which warmed his face.

Lu Jingqiao couldn't help but took a step back, hesitating and didn't know what to do, so he put his left hand on his right to hold the disciple salute: "I'm sorry, I offended you."

Taking two steps back, Lu Jingqiao picked up the food, turned around and walked out, not forgetting to close the courtyard door before going out.

In fact, Fang Yanchu was awake, but not completely awake.

The saint's blood was voluntarily scattered back then in order to quell the impact of the Underworld War on the land of Shenzhou, but it is difficult to take back the blood once it is scattered.Without the guidance of his soul, if Zhiqing wanted to collect the saint's blood, he would be looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if Zhao Wanwan was dragged to death, he would not be able to find it.So Fang Yanchu handed over his three souls and six souls to Zhiqing, lived in the soul casting stone, and Zhiqing took them out.

Zhiqing brought almost 90.00% of Fang Yanchu's soul, so is it just a joke to find another drop of blood?

Zhiqing originally wanted to take Fang Yanchu to find the saint's blood, but now Fang Yanchu is not as usual.He had just returned from abroad, and he had subdued a nightmare and a spirit of the East China Sea. Even if nothing happened at that time, his body was seriously depleted, and it was impossible for him to travel long distances.Furthermore, the Daoist organization killed an elder from the outer sect, but they never gave up targeting Fang Yanchu. If Fang Yanchu went abroad frequently at this time, many accidents would happen to the Daoist organization.

That's why Fang Yanchu left a soul here to maintain his body's functions, and the formation in the room was also set up overnight by Zhiqing for him in case something happened to him.Fang Yanchu's body is both awake and asleep, in a state of half dreaming and half awake.

"Master, Master? Master!" A clear voice interrupted Fang Yanchu's contemplation, "Why is Master falling asleep now? Are you sleepy?"

The scene in front of him changed in an instant. He was sitting under the peach blossom forest on the mountain behind Lingyun Hall, holding a book in his hand, his fingers still resting on the pages.In front of me is a large Ji Qianshan, this Ji Qianshan is at least 30 or [-] years old, sitting opposite him, looking down at the same book, humbly asking: "Master hasn't said this 'Xuanxu' yet?" What the hell is going on, is there really another world in this world?"

"Ah?" Fang Yanchu didn't realize it for a while, and was fascinated by the word "Xuanxu" under his hand.Is this situation a memory of what I really experienced?

"Why is master absent-minded? Did that monk say something to master?" Ji Qianshan put down the scroll, holding a warbler in his hand.The warbler was very dexterous, and when Ji Qianshan put down the book, he flew out with a whoosh, took two jade cups in his mouth one after another, grabbed the purple sand teapot with his claws, tapped it twice, and put the two jade cups in front of the two of them respectively , "The monk is uneasy and kind to the master, the master should avoid it."

In a strange way, Fang Yanchu picked up the teacup, bowed his head and said, "Zhiqing is a great disciple of Western Buddhism, with a root of wisdom that transcends the world of mortals."

"Hmph," Ji Qianshan curled his lips in the dark, seeing Fang Yanchu's eyes straightened again, "Master Zhiqing naturally has great wisdom, but I don't know why he refuses the introduction of Western Buddhism when he can become a Buddha. Isn’t it because you miss the world of mortals?—Hiss, why is this little sparrow pecking people?”

Yingniao has been able to speak for a long time, and at this moment it fluttered up and flew up: "Who told you to speak ill of Master Zhiqing, you deserve it." After speaking, he circled twice and flew away from the heads of the two.

"Master, she was pointed out by Zhiqing, so of course she spoke to him. ——Master naturally spoke to me, right? Master, please tell me about 'Xuanxu'."

"Don't worry, I'll think about it."

Regarding "Xuanxu", the only book Ji Qianshan knows in the world is "Yinzi Xuanxu Chapter".It is deduced from the above that "Xuanxu" is another world besides this world. There is no sun, moon and starvation everywhere in it. It is like a hell on earth, so it is also called "Xuanxu".

Ji Qianshan was full of curiosity and couldn't help asking: "Is there really such a place? ——The Sea of ​​​​Blood is already dead, and what place is more desolate than the Sea of ​​​​Blood?"

"Qianshan, when you were in the sea of ​​blood, did you know what is on the other side of the sea of ​​blood?" Fang Yanchu poured out the jade cup, opened the lid of the purple sand teapot and looked, "—it's time to add water."

Ji Qianshan quickly stood up, took the teapot, and poured boiling water into it: "Let me come. Didn't Master say that he would teach me how to cook and fry tea in the future? I am willing to learn! ——The other side of the sea of ​​blood is also the human world ah."

"I'm not talking about the place on the other side, I'm talking about the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood was born to bear the filth and sins of the world. Have you ever seen what it's like under the sea of ​​blood?"

"Blood Sea..." Ji Qianshan fell into a long thought. Fang Yanchu was inseparable from his spiritual wisdom. It can be said that Fang Yanchu stepped into the blood sea. Land, after thinking for a while, Ji Qianshan shook his head and said, "The sea of ​​blood has no bottom."

"No." Fang Yanchu turned the jade cup in his hand, looking at the big characters engraved on the cup wall.It was engraved by Xuan Tianjun for practice when he was still alive, and he and Kong Qu were given one.

Kong Qu’s one came from the same piece of seed material as Xuan Tianjun’s own, and it was engraved with “Mo Shi” and “Mo Wang” respectively. Later, when Xuan Tian Jun was gone, both “Mo Shi” and “Mo Wang” were driven mad by Kong Qu. Throw it away, and now only Fang Yanchu's is left, which says "For a friend".

Fang Yanchu drank the remaining tea in the cup and said, "The bottom of the blood is the 'Xuanxu'."