After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

The city wall that Bai Tingquan had just built in his heart was rapidly falling apart.

The oppressive feeling emanating from Wen Zhi's body made him a little overwhelmed. He tried his best to ignore Wen Zhi's aura, and tremblingly said: "Master, I, I am not familiar with him."

Wen Zhi looked down at him, the crow-like eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and he said quietly: "Tingquan, you are lying."

Bai Tingquan couldn't argue with his words, and he couldn't understand why Wen Zhi seemed to be a different person once he was in this secret room, and he couldn't understand why Li Wenqing would suddenly appear there, and then in front of everyone's eyes. Face to face, contradicting Xiang Yuhuai for him.

Bai Tingquan's eyes dodged a little: "Master, Li Wenqing and I really don't know each other well... We haven't spoken a few words. He has always wanted to kill me, and then replace me and become your personal disciple."

Wen Zhiding looked at Bai Tingquan, his eyes darkened, he seemed to be unable to control his body at all, and his hands on the armrest of the chair gradually tightened.

Bai Tingquan seemed to be out of breath, raised his eyes and looked at Wen Zhi with wet eyes: "Master!"

Bai Tingquan raised his head back, Wen Zhi's subconscious coercion at this moment was too strong, and all the objects in the room trembled.A long metal pole leaning against the wall was about to topple over.

Wen Zhi's eyes were dull for a moment, and everything about him was concentrated in Bai Tingquan's eyes. He was in a trance for a moment, then suddenly regained his senses, raised his hand to calmly hold up the long metal stick, and the coercion around him immediately relaxed. After moving his gaze away, his eyes re-fixed on the corners of Bai Tingquan's eyes.

With such a small episode, both of them woke up from the tense sense of urgency just now.

Wen Zhi suppressed his voice, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Little liar."

At this time, Bai Tingquan hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter. He didn't know how much his future self would beg for mercy in this dark secret room, under the coaxing of Wen Zhi who deliberately lowered his voice. Second-rate.

Bai Tingquan gently pushed Wen Zhi's chest away, and said coquettishly, "Master, Li Wenqing, I really don't know him well, and it's too late for him to hate me. What I said just now must be profitable. I really told him." My unfamiliar master! And..."

Bai Tingquan felt sorry for Li Wenqing and crossed him.

Bai Tingquan pursed his mouth and gently rubbed his still sore chin, complaining slightly: "Master, you just scared me."

Wen Zhi seemed to have really confirmed that Bai Tingquan would not have any thoughts about Li Wenqing, his complexion looked much better, the deep darkness in his pupils faded, and he said flatly, "Squeamish."

Bai Tingquan's clear amber pupils reflected the flames not far away, he looked intently at Wen Zhi who was bending over in front of him, and said with a smile: "Master, just now you said that you want me to fill the gap in spiritual power Make amends, are you actually begging for me?"

Wen Zhi absorbed the spiritual power of his fingertips, stood up straight, and said calmly, "Xiang and Huai obviously have bad intentions. If Xiang and Huai's intentions are really true this time, the court of proclamation must be with Xiang and Huai." It's not a good thing to be flanked by enemies from both sides."

Bai Tingquan nodded: "Master, I understand, that disciple will leave tomorrow..."

Wen Zhi raised his eyes with a stern expression: "Wait a minute."

Bai Tingquan tilted his head to look at him in puzzlement.

"... I will be with you as a teacher, and we will set off tomorrow."

Although Bai Tingquan had a lot to ask, but when he saw Wen Zhi's deep black eyes, and the secret room was full of Wen Zhi's smell, full of Wen Zhi's extremely oppressive spiritual power, Bai Tingquan met Wen Zhi's eyes. When he closed his eyes——Bai Tingquan's heart panicked for a moment, and his ears turned red with no promise.

In the end, all he could do was to hastily respond to Wen Zhi's words and run away.

Wen Zhi didn't stop him, the light in his eyes gradually became distant, he looked at Bai Tingquan's back, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Wen Zhi felt restless, and once again rushed to Nanming Mountain overnight.

Zen Master Puye didn't look angry when he quarreled from the samadhi, just smiled and played chess with him.

Wenzhi's chess moves today are more murderous than usual. He holds the black pieces in his hand, almost cutting off all the "Qi" of the white pieces, leaving no way for Pu Ye to retreat, but because his killing is too extreme, only dense He had no time to attack and had no time to defend, which caused him to leave no way out for himself.

Wen Zhi's expression was serious, he thought for a moment, full of killing spirit, and was about to settle down.

When the crystal sunspots were about to fall on the chessboard, Pu Ye suddenly stretched out a hand to stop Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi raised his eyes.

Pu Ye smiled and asked him: "Mr. Canglang, why are you so murderous today?"

Wen Zhi glanced at him lightly, and threw the sunspots in his hand back into the chess basket. At this moment, he seemed to lose his strength suddenly, and the evil spirit in his eyes, which seemed to be fighting secretly, disappeared.

"My friend, I am restless."

Pu Ye smiled, gave Wen Zhi a meaningful look, and then poured him a cup of tea: "Mr. Canglang, you come to this poor monk to seek enlightenment on love, but it's a big taboo."

Wen Zhi raised his eyes and looked at him lightly: "If you can solve the confusion in my heart, it will be regarded as a merit, and the real Buddha will not blame you."

Pu Ye had no intention of rejecting him, took a sip of clear tea, and lightly stroked the bright and clean chessboard with his hand as old as a dead wood: "Mr. Canglang, the old man is not good at these things, you still need to find the answer to the puzzle." Professionals do it."

Wen Zhi looked at him: "Who?"

Pu Ye smiled: "The person who confuses you."

There was a flash of light in Wen Zhi's eyes, but then the light dimmed again: "If he can clear up my doubts for me, I won't be so troubled, let alone bother my old friend."

Pu Ye didn't answer, Wen Zhi answered by himself: "Today there is a disciple, and that disciple is the same as me."

"I know that look best, so I also deeply know that he and I are the same."

Pu Ye seemed to know something interesting, his eyes finally bent, and he showed a real smile. He used a word that is quite popular and only used by young children. He seemed like a Like the old naughty boy, his eyes were bright like a thief, and he smiled and said, "Rival in love?"

Wen Zhi didn't seem to want to admit it, but these two words really set him back the spirit of his hard-to-find opponents in his practice for so many years.

Wen Zhi's complexion was extremely bad, he didn't realize that he had fallen into Pu Ye's trap, and reluctantly said: "Yes."

Pu Ye took a sip of tea happily: "The two of them are about the same age and status, this is how to grow together hand in hand..."

Wen Zhi interrupted him with a gloomy face: "Old friend, I came all the way to Nanming Mountain today just to make you laugh?"

Master Pu Ye waved his hand and said: "Mr. Canglang, please forgive me, but Mr. Canglang, it is rare for you to open your heart to me today. The poor monk only asks you a few questions, and you only need to answer me yes or no. After you answer, you must Figured it out too."

Only then did Wen Zhi's expression soften a little, and he looked at Pu Ye: "Please tell me, old friend."

Pu Yeyi's eyes were very bright: "Mr. Canglang, the first question, do you really want to have a future with him?"

Wen Zhi's expression immediately turned cold.

Pu Ye said slowly: "Mr. Canglang, this is your fault, you admit that you have a rival in love, why are you timid again at this time, and dare not face your true feelings, do you have concerns in your heart?"

Only then did Wen Zhi realize that he had accidentally fallen into Pu Ye's trap, and had accidentally admitted his feelings to him.

After a long time, he slowly seemed to have calmed down his emotions. The majestic spiritual power radiated from his body and rippled away. Those emotions fermented and flooded, overwhelming him.

He is like a newborn child, full of devotion, abandoning everything, abandoning everything, his heart is full, bulging with emotions that are difficult to vent.

Wen Zhi gently closed his eyes: "Yes."

After saying this, he felt that his emotions had calmed down strangely.

He opened his eyes quietly.

Those distracting thoughts disappeared, he looked into Pu Ye's eyes, and his voice was as mellow as wine: "I have been waiting for him for many years."

Pu Ye was very satisfied with Wen Zhi's answer, but he didn't intend to let him go so easily, and asked again: "Mr. Canglang, the second question, do you care about the master-student bond between you?"

This time Wen Zhi couldn't be as unburdened and sincere as before. He lowered his head and rubbed his slightly painful forehead, unable to answer.

"He's still young..."

"Mr. Canglang, you just need to answer yes or no."

After a moment of silence, Wen Zhi opened his lips: "...Yes."

They have the closest relationship in the cultivation world, but they also have the most distant relationship. They are both close and distant, which is the most dangerous bond.

Seeing him getting into the horns, Pu Ye reluctantly persuaded him: "Mr. Canglang, the relationship between people is defined by the world. To put it simply, it is where others put you. They think you are Whoever you are, you are who you are. A person is made up of many complicated secular relationships, but how you look at it and how you define it has nothing to do with the world, what matters is how you look at it.”

Wen Zhi remained silent. Seeing that he did not respond to him, Zen Master Puye sighed:

"You have waited for him for so many years, are you willing to see him leave your side? Are you willing to let him be snatched away by that disciple?"

Wen Zhi pursed his lips slightly.

"Mr. Canglang, the participants will leave, and the best policy is to seize the opportunity."

The author has something to say:

Pu Ye: That person who polluted my Buddhist important place is here again.

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