Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Chu Lanyin didn't sleep for too long, but she slept deeply.

After a short rest, when he regained consciousness, they had just entered the city on the border of Quzhou.

This city is called Chuncheng.

Chuncheng completely belongs to the human world, and Quzhou is also a water town, with criss-crossing rivers and lakes all over the state.

The paddy fields and cottages outside the city are scattered like stars; the buildings in the city are mostly white tiles and gray walls, with deep narrow alleys and long and short steps paved with bluestone slabs, reflecting the blue sky after snow.

Sword Spirit vaguely felt that the surroundings were shaking, but it was warm enough, as if he was sleeping in a large cloud floating in the sky, soft and comfortable.

In fact, they were entering the city by water in a black boat.

Chuncheng only had its first snowfall last night. It is not like the northern land is covered with snow after a night. This southern land cannot hold ice and snow. Now there is only a white mark left in the gap of the bamboo bamboo canopy, which is different from the black paint. The canopy is opposite, and it seems to have a different kind of Zen.

The snow in the south also fell intermittently, and it blew again not long after they took the boat.

Cangshan wrapped the sword spirit in his arms with a cloak, and the furry collar covered most of Chu Lanyin's face, but the strands of black hair on the sideburns were covered with snow that sneaked in at some point, and the soft strands In a blink of an eye, it melted into water droplets and slid into the sword spirit's neck.

Chu Lanyin hummed twice, turned sideways and buried her face, nestling in the warm room blocked by the wooden puppet's chest.

Li Pu'er, who was eating sweet cakes at the side, had a flash of light in his heart, and suddenly wanted to find someone to share with.

The usual sharing partner, Tu Xiaochuang, was not there, so he couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out "Formation Art" from his sleeve, picked a blank place, and was about to write a paragraph.

"The nested sword spirit seems to be..."

Like what are you doing?

Li Pu'er lowered his head and covered his face, and finally found that his writing was so poor that he couldn't even draw a metaphor.

He bit the tip of his pen for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out an appropriate metaphor.

At this moment, the hull of the boat swayed, his horizontal elbow was confiscated, and he accidentally bumped into Fellow Daoist Mu beside him.

Cang Shan closed his eyes and opened his eyes, saw Li Pu'er's book spread out on his knees, looked down and smiled.

The wooden puppet reached out to take Li Pu'er's pen, stroked a few times on the edge of that sentence, and outlined the silhouette of a long sword resting on the eaves.

Comparing with the stick figure, Li Pu'er secretly compared with Elder Chu.

At this time, Elder Chu was sleeping comfortably, his brows were completely stretched, and those eyebrows with a bit of sternness softened a lot, like a long blade bathed in the warm sun. A trace of Jiangyue.

Li Pu'er silently gave Fellow Daoist Mu a thumbs up.

Then he wanted to draw it himself, but when he turned his head again, he was surprised to find that Fellow Daoist Mu changed his posture a little bit, blocking Elder Chu just in time.

This is not to be seen.

. . . I have encountered a great obstacle in my creation.

Li Pu'er puffed up his cheeks, and wrote again: "You Daoist Mu seems to want to hide Elder Chu in his leaves!"

But as soon as this sentence came out, his thoughts surged in an instant, and he picked up the brush and wrote it down.

When Chu Lanyin woke up, she saw little Pu'er frantically taking notes on the blue-covered "Formation".

He shouted in his heart, I, Ling Huazong, have a bright future, this is too diligent, and I will not forget to study hard on the road.

Although Jian Ling woke up, he didn't want to move very much, as if the water vapor from the sky had soaked his spiritual body, as if he was lying wantonly among the gray tiles, basking in the rare sunshine in the winter afternoon .

Cangshan could also see his fatigue. The five-element array consumes a lot of spirit body, and Chuncheng prohibits flying.

Sword spirits can feel more comfortable in places with abundant aura, and won't be frequently irritable.

"Is this the boat?" Chu Lan asked in a low voice because she looked around at the composition of the spirit lines around her.

When he just woke up, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded somewhat nasal, but there was a slight uptick and tongue roll at the end.

The boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat laughed and said, "Where did the fairy come from? This accent seems to have been cultivated in the north from the south."

Ten percent of the city is full of mortals, and there are almost no monks. Compared with the big city of Ningzhou, there is a strong atmosphere of mortals. There are no spirit boats passing by in the sky, and there are no magic weapons on the ground. They even retain very old ways of addressing monks. The name of "Xianjun".

"He came from Ganzhou." Chu Lanyin blinked, and suddenly found that her string sound seemed to be following the boatman's way, and she also "ah" and "ah".

The boatman was teased by him and laughed more and more happily. He raised his bamboo hat, revealing a face that has gone through many years. The corners of the eyes are deeply lined, and the temples have been whitened without snow, but the appearance of youth can be vaguely seen. Bright and beautiful, it should be like the lotus at the beginning of summer.

"Ganzhou, it's so far away." The boatman said in a loud voice: "Ganzhou is famous for a pot of peach blossom wine, which does not cross the river outside Shenlongguan! Recently, I finally heard the news that there will be a truce--that's great, I will go to Ganzhou some other day. state to drink!"

This sentence refers to Ganzhou's Peach Blossom Brew and Demon Realm's River Crossing Wine, both of which are famous wines in Taihui, but apparently in the human race, they still think that Ganzhou's Peach Blossom Brew is even better.

"However, although we don't have wine in Chuncheng, Quzhou, there are also a lot of delicious food and fun. It just so happens that the master of Dayinhua Temple came to give a lecture today, and it is much more lively than half a month ago. If you have time, you can stay more In a few days, you can walk around."

Chu Lanyin was naturally happy to learn about the local customs, but when she heard about Dayinhua Temple, she immediately felt a headache.

The boatman was also a man who could read words and expressions, thought it was because of the difference between Buddhism and Taoism, so he changed the subject and told him about the fun and interesting places in Chuncheng with allusions.

Chu Lan's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he and the boatman were familiar with each other. When they got off the boat, they were given a river fish. Sword Spirit carried the fish and walked up with his head held high. proud.

This time back to Taihui, the main reason is to supply magic weapons. After all, there are still many Linghua sect members in the next barrier, and the spiritual power is not enough to make up magic weapons, which is also an insurance.

The magic weapon they are looking for is actually not very expensive, but it is very rare, and it is a chance to come across it.

Especially those hidden among the people, there is a great sense of hiding in the city, most of them are not used by the common people, and the monks cannot find them.

Chu Lanyin dictated a list to Li Pu'er and asked him to run around Chuncheng, trying to find everything on the list.

In the next few hours, it will be the magical journey of Little Pu'er.

Later, the neighbors in Chuncheng were still chatting after dinner, wondering why the little fairy spent money to buy his own water tank, moss on the steps, and a dust whisk for pumping melons, etc.

Li Pu'er has never seen so many opportunities in his life.

After all the trips, because of his cute and smart appearance, he was taken care of in various ways. Several times, the other party even wanted to send things to him directly, and only accepted the money after several excuses.

It's just that after accepting it, several grandmas still had itchy hands, pinching his still fat face.

One of the granny seemed to be able to read her face, and when she gave her a sewing needle, she smiled and said: "Little Xianjun, old lady, I'm going to work with the axe, your destiny..." She actually said something profound, saying With a libretto: "Divide a certain branch of coral treasure, An Jun's half-life phoenix nest."*

Immortals will more or less look at the fate of the horoscope, but in fact, the way of heaven is permanent and unpredictable, so it cannot be right for a while, and if it is not a monk with a special spiritual root, it will not be easy to calculate.

Li Pu'er didn't take this grandma's words to heart, and thanked him obediently. The other party looked at him, but he was very energetic, and said even more cheerfully: "Xiao Xianjun, that's what you want, the destiny is always with you .”

Li Pu'er thanked the generous people here, and tremblingly took the magic weapon to the place where they agreed to meet.

He remembered that he had asked Elder Chu why he knew the location of these leftover pearls. Elder Chu answered casually, and said, "Do you still need to know, since I came here, there are many spiritual beings chattering crazily."

For example, "I am a bottle of mountains and rivers, not a bottle of soy sauce..." "How many times do I have to smoke melon seeds? I have smoked their whole family for six generations. This is outrageous!" "Don't they think I am Is it a very unique grass in this patch of grass, don’t they think it’s strange that a grass doesn’t wither all year round?” “Grandpa, I’ve been chopping firewood with a Tianxuan ax for 800 years, what do I do? "It's really endless.

So really don't show off your magic weapon in front of the sword spirit, they will only think it's stupid, and they can only secretly laugh out of politeness.

Li Pu'er rushed to the wonton stand that he had made an appointment with, and was about to shout "I'm back!" when the words came to his lips, but he didn't shout out.

Because Chu Lanyin sat across from a monk.

The monk was serious, with the look of a vajra's angry eyes. He was a disciple of the Buddha of Dayinhua Temple, and he was seen by his dharma name.

In Taihui, Taoism and Buddhism have not reached the point where water and fire are incompatible, but the well water does not interfere with the river water, and each cultivates its own method.

Dayinhua Temple is the head of the Buddhist sect, and as a disciple of the Buddha, it has a very high prestige among the people. The bustle of Chuncheng these days is also because they passed by here to teach scriptures.

Ke Guanzhi sat opposite Elder Chu, and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.

Chu Lanyin fiddled with a rough-fired porcelain cup, turned her head to Cangshan and said, "This man is really annoying. He wanted to convert me hundreds of years ago. He is very stubborn and bald."

The good mood was disturbed by this chance meeting of the Buddha, Chu Lanyin could only support her forehead and said: "Please, I am really not a ghost, and I will not become obsessed with obsessions, and this is not how to eliminate potential dangers. Hua Temple has one more sword spirit, which is useless to cut? Is your wooden fish Zen staff really not angry?"

Cangshan raised his palm to Guanzhi, Guanzhi stared at him for a long time, lowered his eyes and turned back to Chu Lanyin and said: "Amitabha, after today, I will never mention it again."

He also stuttered his sword spirit, almost thinking that he heard it wrong.

"What? You said you won't persuade me to convert to you anymore?"

Guan Zhi smiled and said, "Yes, benefactor Chu."

He actually chanted a Buddha's name, got up and left.

Li Pu'er didn't understand, so Chu Lanyin couldn't figure out the situation, but this group of monks was always like this, so he turned his head and forgot about this bad thing, and turned to prepare for tomorrow's entry into the pit.

Guan Zhi strode through the streets and alleys, and the red dust brushed against his sleeves without getting dusty. After turning a street corner, a vine snaked out and turned into a human form.

The Buddha's expression was calm, and he was not surprised by the arrival of this person.

Cang Shan looked at Guan Zhi with a calm gaze, and said, "God down, what did you see?"

Those with lowered eyes from the way of heaven have different spiritual roots, and may have the ability to peek into the sky, but they are a pair of eyes placed by the way of heaven in the world.

Guanzhi was silent for a long time, did not answer him directly, but talked about other things.

He said: "Back then, Lord Chu lived in Dayinhua Temple for some time. Before my master passed away, he told me that if he becomes an obstacle, the common people will suffer. I can't see his future, but I feel that there is a way to overcome him. Responsibility, follow every day."

Those who look down on the Heavenly Dao have a special meaning for this realm. They look at the world instead of the Heavenly Dao, but not just this time and space. There is a possibility of exploring the past and the future, but it is not absolutely accurate, it is just an inference based on cause and effect.

If the taskers passing through the bookstore can't play the karma piano, they will often go the same way with this downcast person, and it's all a spoiler.

When Guanzhi was young, he lived in seclusion in the Great Yinhua Temple. At that time, the abbot did not allow him to enter the world, and his ability to look down was not clear, and Xie Cangshan never went to him.

But those with downcast eyes are easily guided by the way of heaven, and also easily lured by outsiders.Back then, Xie Cangshan paid attention to guarding against the downcast man, even if he met the sword spirit, it would be fine, but in the current situation, it is not likely that Guanzhi has affected the sword spirit.

Besides, looking at it now, I am afraid that this person has already lost the ability to spy.

Taihui closed his eyes, but he watched and walked in the world.

The Buddha said: "One day, when I passed by a pear garden, I heard an actor singing an opera on the wall, which contained the name of the benefactor of Chu."

The characters in the world of Taihui are not different from the era Xie Cangshan is familiar with, and even the ancient lines of poems and prose overlap. Although he is not proficient in operas and the like, he also knows which passages Guanzhi is talking about.

A colleague who was keen on opera in the Cangsheng Bureau also said that Lan Yin's sword spirit is too calamity, so don't force it, it is better to persuade him to enter Buddhism early, or retreat for ten thousand years, or get a seal that can be used as a seal The sheath is also fine, and it's always better to get over the troubles at sunrise.

The colleague said: "After all, if you teach him to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, reform himself, change his love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lan Yin* early, it is not impossible, it is for his own good."

Receive remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and renew and change love.

Stop falling in love with the passing water, turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lan Yin early.

Cangshan listened to Guanzhi's answer to the wrong question, and saw that his connection with Taihui was also cut off, and the future in the eyes of the past is not unchangeable.

So he didn't ask any more questions, and once again raised his palms and nodded his head, he said: "I know that sentence, master, if we disagree with each other, we should not conspire with each other, Xie takes a step ahead."

Guan Zhi sighed softly behind him: "The benefactor is already half-dead."

Cangshan had already walked a few steps, he couldn't stop sighing when he heard this, he waved his hands and said, "Master doesn't need to remind me about this."

What made him stop was a branch of early plum protruding from the wall.

He folded a section, and wanted to make a hairpin for Sword Spirit when he went back.

"You can't cross him, and you can't cross me."

Cangshan shakes off the dew on the plum blossom branches, saying: "Master, I don't understand."

When the wooden puppet turned out of the alley, Guanzhi still stood there, looking ahead, but remembered that outside the Liyuan, he also read this libretto to the sword spirit, hoping to cross the sword spirit and realize himself.

Guanzhi does not persuade people. Usually, the vajra is relied on to save people. Once the pestle is lowered, the whole body will be completely clean.

Sometimes he felt that Lan Yin's sword spirit was a calamity left for him by the abbot.

But when he said it so bluntly at that time, he thought that the sword spirit would fly into a rage, or like many times before, yell that the bald donkey can't succeed, and then run away in an instant.

But that time, Sword Spirit listened quietly to the aria for a long time, until the plum blossoms behind the wall were falling with fine snow, Chu Lanyin said to him: "Monk, I don't understand."

Snowflakes fell on Guan Zhi's shoulders.

Winter on earth is here.

He chanted the Buddha's name silently, and suddenly remembered that when he had a demonic obstacle in his dream because of the ability to see the past and future in his spiritual roots, the abbot took him to the main hall of Dayinhua Temple, where there was a spiritual creature.

The sandalwood was wafting, the bell sounded ethereal, and the spirit straightened its back, as if praying piously. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the spirit with closed eyes and palms through the window lattice, dyeing his long hair in white clothes.

The young Buddha has not yet reached the state of calmness. He has already heard about a sword spirit coming to the temple, but he has never seen it with his own eyes.

The abbot asked, "Is it possible to cross?"

Guanzhi saw that the spiritual creature was full of catastrophe, and said: "Yes."

Maybe the abbot didn't ask him to cross the sword spirit.

He also remembered that he had been struggling for many years with the ability to lower his eyes from the way of heaven. He could see the future, but he couldn't change the future. A compassionate heart would suffer a lot of hardships. Good and evil come to an end. What do you want?

It's not that I don't realize it.

——But, no regrets.

The author has something to say:

*The original sentence is from Cheng Pai's "Suolin Bag", "Give me a branch of coral treasure, and she will house her half-life phoenix nest." Randomly borrowed meaning.

*Receive remaining hatred, avoid tenderness and anger, reform oneself, change love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn back from bitter seas, and realize orchid cause early.It is not the source of Chu Lanyin's name, nor is it the source of Lan Yin Xuguo.The source is the original meaning. Here is an excuse from the monk to persuade, but it didn't work.

【small theater】

Chu Lanyin: What do you understand?roll roll roll roll——

Xie Cangshan: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t understand.

Guan Zhi (turning over the script): This... am I not playing tricks?Didn't I come out just to be a Riddler?

A new copy will be opened in the next chapter√