The Path Toward Heaven

It should be Zenzi's confession, Guocheng Temple arranged the follow-up matters very properly and secretly.

The sage monk who had met Liu Shisui and Xiao He happily left Moqiu, and went to Juye City to work as a medical monk to support the colleagues of the Wind Knife Sect. No one in Guocheng Temple except Zen Zi knew the identities of Liu Shisui and Xiao He. Even the monks who arranged for them only thought they were lay relatives of the head of the back hall.

Liu Shisui was not assigned the status of lay disciple, because that would be too conspicuous, and what about Xiao He? It just so happened that the couple who had been growing vegetables in the front yard of Guocheng Temple for thirty years were taken over by the son of the county town who had passed the exams to enjoy the blessings, and the vegetable garden was vacated for him and Xiao He to take over.

The environment is very simple, but fortunately there is a well, no need to carry water, and the kitchen is also very clean, Xiaohe is quite satisfied.

Looking at his blue eyes, Liu Shisui thought to himself that as expected of the Guocheng Temple blessed by Buddhism, there are so many vegetables in late autumn.

It is not difficult for him to return to the farming life in the mountain village. What really makes him sad is that the scripture that Zen Master gave him is really a bit mysterious and difficult to understand. However, Zen Master can explain clearly that this scripture can only be understood by himself. Of course, even if he wants to ask someone for advice, who can he go to?

Someone came early the next morning.

He was a handsome young man with a clean smile.

The first time Liu Shisui saw the young man, he felt that he was very close, for some reason.

When the young man saw him for the first time, he was stunned.

Looking at the large basket brought by the young man, Liu Shisui guessed that he was a handyman from Guocheng Temple who came to pick up vegetables, and asked, What's wrong?

The young man came to his senses, and said with a smile: It's just that when Old Gong Gong suddenly turned into a young man like you, I thought he had taken some kind of elixir.

Liu Shisui also laughed, helped him pick the vegetables from the field into baskets, and asked, What's the name?

The young man smiled and said, My name is Yin Fu.

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The days passed like this.

Apart from tending the vegetable fields every day, Liu Shisui comprehended that scripture, but his progress was extremely slow. Xiao He sat quietly in front of the window and embroidered all kinds of things. At this speed, by the time Liu Shisui learned that scripture, she might have already embroidered her granddaughter's wedding dress.

The young man named Yin Fu would come to the vegetable garden to pick up vegetables every day, and soon became acquainted with Liu Shisui.

One day, a prince came from Chaoge City, and it is said that he wanted to fulfill a wish for the God Emperor.

Guocheng Temple has a very close relationship with the Jing family. This kind of thing often happens. Every year, a few princes will come. The monks in the temple have long been accustomed to it and don’t care much about it. However, the accompanying nobles and officials of course want to try the famous vegetarian food of Guocheng Temple. Naturally, the amount of food is much larger.

Seeing the baskets full of vegetables, Liu Shisui helped Yin Fu deliver the vegetables.

This is his first visit to the back kitchen of Guocheng Temple.

The back kitchen was very hot, and an old man was standing shirtless in front of the stove, vigorously waving a spatula.

The old man's hair was thin, and he couldn't tell whether it was the fire worker Toutuo or the cook kept by the temple.

From time to time, the old man picked up a gray and white towel to wipe his face. He didn't know whether it was because he wiped it too much or because it was too hot. His nose was red and dazzling.

Hearing the voice behind him, the old man said without turning his head, The dishes are put in the usual place.

Yin Fu said: You'd better take a look for yourself, lest you say I made a mistake again.

The old man was obviously surprised, turned around and saw Liu Shisui, opened his eyes wide and let out a cry.

Liu Shisui asked in surprise, What's wrong?

Yin Fu tilted his head to look at the old man, smiled and said nothing.

The old man said repeatedly: It's okay, it's okay, the vegetable oil is too muddy today, it's easy to burst, and it was burned a bit.

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into the night.

The back hall of Guocheng Temple.

The old man with a red nose stared at the young man and said, It turns out that the real man is looking for him!

The young man said innocently: I swear in the name of Qingshan's ancestors, this is definitely a coincidence!

He is naturally not Yin Fu, but Yin San.

The old man with the red nose is naturally not the Huogong Toutuo of Guocheng Temple, but Patriarch Xuanyin.

Patriarch Xuanyin said angrily, Then why do you have to come here?

Yin San sighed: I have committed a lot of sins in this life, and I want to seek liberation from Buddhism.

Patriarch Xuanyin took a sip: I never know which of your words is true and which is false, but this sentence must be false!

Yin San smiled and said, Maybe it's true?

It's fine elsewhere. This is Guocheng Temple. The abbot has profound Buddhist teachings and is by no means weaker than me. Not to mention there is a Zen master who doesn't know the depth...

The ancestor Xuanyin said earnestly: What if you are discovered? How can you run if I can run?

Yin San smiled even wider, and said: If I can't run away, then you will be miserable.

Patriarch Xuanyin smiled wryly and said, That's why I'm worried.

Yin San didn't talk about this topic again, walked to the window and looked into the night, and said, I told you before that I like Liu Shisui.

It is written clearly in front of the temple in Baicheng.

Seek Buddha, ask Tao, ask yourself.

No matter whether you seek Buddha or the Tao, what you seek in the end is yourself.

Or what he wants to ask must fall on Liu Shisui, otherwise why would he meet in the Buddhist temple?

Thinking about these questions, he slowly rubbed the bone flute with his hands behind his back.

The bone flute has become smoother and smoother, but the thin red line has become more and more clear.

Ancestor Xuanyin watched from behind, squinting his eyes and thinking, could this bone flute be the means he used to isolate the Great Formation of Green Mountain and connect with the soul?

If I snatch this bone flute, or destroy it... what will happen?

what's on your mind?

Yin San suddenly turned around and looked at him.

The ancestor Xuanyin's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still squinted, and he said: You always said that it was your green mountain, and Jian Ruoshan is also your descendant, why did you kill him?

Yin San smiled and said: The number of Qingshan disciples who died in my hands is much more than yours.

Patriarch Xuanyin praised: You killed more enemies in Qingshan.

Yin San waved his hand and said, Chuzi sword was not found, nor was Su Ziye's body. What do you think?

Patriarch Xuanyin's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was extremely horrified.

Yin Sanxian's realm is still very low, and he needs to rely on him for many things.

He didn't even know such secret information, so why did Yin San know it?

Could it be that he had already contacted the remnants of the old forest...that is, the most elite people without his own awareness?

Thinking about these things, he replied very seriously: I don't know anything.

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Monks are vegetarians, so there are always many vegetable fields around the temple.

This is the case with Guocheng Temple, and it is also the case with Baotong Temple in the far southwest.

All the loofahs in the vegetable garden have been picked, and only a few are left to wash the dishes when they are too old.

Summer is over, the purple eggplants are gone, and there are some green eggplants left.

Su Ziye's face has also changed from purple to blue, and the toxin has been removed. He lay on the bed watching He Zhan and Tong Yan quarreling, feeling very bored, thinking that if the decent disciples were all like this, how did they bully themselves into such a state back then?

I really don't know what Tonglu will do.

Tong Yan sat by the window, looked at the chessboard and said.

He Zhan walked up behind him and asked puzzledly, Then why did you agree that he should take the Chuzi Sword back to the West Sea?