The Path Toward Heaven

Pushing open the door, Yin San didn't see Liu Shisui, only Xiao He, and said with a smile, Come and ask for a meal.

Xiao He was a little surprised, so she quickly asked him to sit down and made arrangements. She is no longer as wary of this senior with a mysterious background as before, because she has too many things to worry about now, such as Liu Shisui's body, such as Jing Jiu who is now living in Guocheng Temple.

The dishes are still very rich, but the wine is a little different.

Yin San put down the wine bowl, said with a smile, Strong ale on Lei Island is not easy to get.

Xiao He stood aside, clutching the corner of her clothes nervously.

Good wine suddenly appeared on the table at home. Apart from friends coming from afar, there is another possibility of asking someone to do something.

Yin San is a very casual person, drinking wine, eating food, and talking casually.

He will go back to Qingshan one day, how do you solve your fox demon status?

Xiao He was silent for a moment, then said: If it really doesn't work, I'll just leave.

Yin San said: The fox demon is easy to be emotional, good at making decisions, and knows the importance. Since you are willing to let go, the intention is naturally not small. Do you want him to be the head?

Xiao He knew that she couldn't hide it from this expert, so she said, Senior, I see clearly.

Yin San shook his head and said: It is impossible for him to be the head of Qingshan in his life.

Xiao He's face paled, and asked: Why?

I know Qingshan well. Anyone who has experienced his experience will not be able to be the head of the sect unless he can reach my level, but can he?

Yin San looked at the stewed fish in the big bowl, and said calmly, He can't, so he can't.

Xiao He's face was pale, but she calmed down a lot, just like relaxation after despair, she said in a low voice: He said, Immortal Master Jing Jiu thinks so too.

Hearing the name, Yin San raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said, At least he hasn't forgotten about this matter.

Xiao He asked, Do you have any suggestions?

According to her thinking, since Liu Shisui can't be the head of Qingshan, it's better to live an ordinary life in this vegetable garden. But she also knew that this was just wishful thinking, one day Liu Shisui would leave here, even her.

The world is so big, why should you be confined to that green mountain? Even if you will leave here in the future, you can go to other places, even other continents.

This is Yin San's true emotion.

If it wasn't for the mountains in his heart, he would have left a long time ago.

Thinking about those past events, he stretched his chopsticks towards the green spinach piled up on the plate, like a sword trying to pierce a green mountain.

After Immortal Master Jing Jiu came to the temple, he followed him every day, just like in the past. In the future, if Immortal Master Jing Jiu said a word, he would have to go back to Qingshan. Where would he go?

Thinking about her life these days, Xiao He felt a little bitter.

Yin San's chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air, and said, I don't like spinach the most, it's too bitter.

Xiao He didn't understand what he meant, but suddenly felt that the room became extremely cold.

That breath came from Yin San's body.

Xiao He knelt down with a snap, her face pale and her body trembling slightly.

Yin San's aura was not very strong, but it made her feel extremely frightened.

Just like when her left shoulder was pierced by Jing Jiuyi's sword in the Sea God Temple outside Haizhou City.

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In the front and backyard of Guocheng Temple, there is a large area of ​​farmland outside, and there are continuous sheds beside the road.

In the front temple, you can burn incense, visit the Buddha, and do things, and the backyard is the place where the monks in the temple clean up.

Tallinn is very quiet and remote, because the color of the pagoda is mostly white and gray, so the Zen room closest to here is called Baishan.

Yin San sat on the stone steps of the Baishan meditation room, looked at those stone towers, and was silent for a long time.

The ancestor came back from the outside wiping his mouth, and felt a little strange when he saw this scene.

Yin San often sits on the stone steps to bask in the sun, but today there is no sun.

Moreover, with the ancestor's cultivation base, it is natural to see that he is in a weird mood today.

The ancestor asked cautiously: Really, what happened?

Yin San said in a weak voice, I didn't know that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple.

The ancestor has been guessing who is Yin San's internal response in Guocheng Temple, and now it seems that that person should have gone to the north with the head of the law hall.

Then...he woke up, understood what he heard, fell into silence, and his nose became even redder.

From the depths of Tallinn came the sound of crows.

What is he here for?

The old ancestor asked in a low voice.

There's something wrong with that talisman.

Yin San said: He couldn't solve it in Qingshan, so he seeks liberation from Buddhism here... same as me.

The ancestor was silent for a while, then suddenly walked into the Zen room, and said, There are a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures that I haven't read yet, so I will take them with me to read on the way.

Yin San looked up at the crows flying from the tower forest, and asked calmly, Why do you want to leave?

The ancestor stopped and said, Whether it's hiding or killing, you have to leave afterwards.

This sentence makes a lot of sense.

Yin San said: I came here to seek liberation from Buddhism, but I haven't obtained the scriptures yet, how can I leave?

The ancestor walked back to him and asked tentatively, Then kill him?

Yin San said: I wanted to kill him at first, but now that he is here, why don't I kill him?

This sentence is too vulgar and does not conform to your identity and demeanor as a real person.

The ancestor said with a shy face: And you didn't say that he is not Jingyang, so why kill him?

Yin San said: He is not Jingyang, he will die too.

The old ancestor's expression became colder, and he said, Why?

If it was something else, as long as Yin San said something, he would definitely respond like a dog barking, but this matter is not good, he needs a reason.

Now that Zenzi went to Baicheng, the abbot could not retreat, and no one in Guocheng Temple could resist his Xuanyin magic art head-on, but even if he killed Jing Jiu, his identity would definitely be exposed. The two big men of the Green Mountain Sect would definitely hunt him down to death. Could it be that he wanted to hide in the dark underground again?

Yin San said: I don't like him, what's the reason?

The ancestor shook his head and said seriously: It's not very good.

Yin San suddenly stood up, walked towards the tower forest, and left a word.

Just kidding, with his temperament, he must have that cat with him, how can he be so easy to kill?

The ancestor looked at his back and asked, Then avoid it now?

Yin San didn't stop, and said, Let's take a look first.

The ancestor suddenly had a very bad thought, and said in a deep voice: The real person wants to see him?

Yin San didn't speak, and stopped in the tower forest.

The ancestor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin San took out the bone flute, and drew dozens of lines on the ground between several spiritual pagodas.

Those lines formed an extremely complicated pattern, and it looked like it should be a certain formation.

The sound of crows was heard in the sky, the cold wind blew gently, and fallen leaves rolled in from outside the tower forest, covering up those lines and making them impossible to see again.

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There is no master in the lecture hall today, Jing Jiu is in the quiet garden.

He was lying on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, listening to the sound in the wind, his ears moving slightly.

With these protruding ears, you can hear all the sounds brought by the cold wind.

That is all the sounds between heaven and earth, including the sound of monks chanting scriptures, the sound of the foreheads of believers touching the ground in the front hall, and the sound of burning incense candles.

It is reasonable to say that his protruding ears should be very conspicuous, but everyone who sees him will be attracted by his face, and it is difficult to notice this.

Hearing the sound in the wind, he rested his right hand on the armrest of the bamboo chair, tapping lightly once and for all.

Liu Shisui sat on the edge of the bamboo chair, staring at his fingers, constantly adjusting the movement of the true essence in his body according to his rhythm.

More than 20 years ago, by the pond in a small mountain village, such scenes often happened.

Jing Jiu's fingers stopped suddenly, then he opened his eyes and looked out of Jing Yuan.

The voice in the wind was a bit chaotic, although it was only for a moment, he noticed it.

His fingers moved again, but this time it was much faster, with countless afterimages.

Liu Shisui didn't notice that he had opened his eyes, he thought it was still the rhythm, and the real energy suddenly became chaotic, so he stopped quickly.

Jing Jiu looked out of Jingyuan, his eyes were slightly different.

Even for things related to the Immortal Book of Longevity, his deduction and calculation can get a general direction, why can't he figure anything out this time?

Liu Shisui thought he was worried about the celestial talisman, and said, I know a master in Guocheng Temple, I don't know if he is your acquaintance, young master.

Jing Jiu looked away, took a sip from his teacup, and shook his head.

He only had one acquaintance in Guocheng Temple, and he knew several eminent monks, but Jing Jiu didn't know anyone.

Liu Shisui thought that it was Zen Zi who helped him, and said, That master's Dharma is profound, and he helped me decipher many difficult scriptures. Would you like it?

Jing Jiu put the teacup back on the table and shook his head again.

In the rain corridor on the other side, Zhao Layue was reviewing the scriptures from the day before yesterday, thinking about the difficulties in the way of swordsmanship, subconsciously stroking the white cat on his lap with his palms, and occasionally rubbing its stomach. Listening to Liu Shisui's words, she said, How can someone as arrogant as him think that there is anyone in the world who is qualified to teach him?

Distance produces beauty, but it can also produce awe.

If it is too familiar, the beauty is gone, and the awe is gone.

This principle applies to cats as well as to humans.

Her attitude towards Jing Jiu became more and more casual, almost back to the first two years.

The white cat didn't feel offended, it snorted comfortably, then purred, and finally just turned over and turned its belly to the sky.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, raised his teacup only to remember that he had just finished drinking it.

Liu Shisui poured it quickly.

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The twilight was getting darker, and it was time to go home, Yin San stood up from the stone steps, brushed off the dust on his body, and was going to go to the vegetable garden to disturb the food and drink again.

The ancestor said: Go at this time?

Yin San said, Go and see.

The ancestor said: If you really saw it there, are you going to kill him directly?

Yin San shook his head and said, Since he thinks he is Jingyang, he won't go to the vegetable garden again, because that is meaningless to Jingyang, so I won't meet him.

The ancestor asked: Then what are you going to do?

Yin San didn't explain, and left Guocheng Temple directly, and went to the vegetable garden.

The time he chose was really good, Liu Shisui had dinner with Xiao He in the house.

Since he was not the senior invited by the young master, Liu Shisui naturally wouldn't tell him about the young master, but Yin San never expected to bring it up on his own initiative.

Yin San drank a bowl of wine and said, I know what Jing Jiu is doing. I may have some methods. You can ask him if he wants to learn.

Liu Shisui was a little wary, and said, I'm not very clear, but you can ask.

Yin San took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, saying: Don't tell him who I am, if you don't believe me, don't tell me, if he doesn't believe me, don't.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Shisui entered the Guocheng Temple with the best new tea sent by Gu Qing's family and the few pieces of paper.

Jing Jiu took those few sheets of paper and looked at them, and found that the handwriting was very unfamiliar, but the sentences were familiar.

More importantly, that person's method is quite reasonable.

This is not about studying Zen and explaining the scriptures, but about refining immortal scriptures.

How many people in the world can have this level?