The Path Toward Heaven

Patriarch Xuanyin has been in some mood problems recently, his nose is getting redder, his hair is getting thinner, and the time of silence is getting longer and longer. Even pig's trotters with pickled perilla leaves can't make him smile.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of deep meaning or conspiracy hidden in the real person's letter, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu can guess who he is, then he must do it.

Killing the three of Jing, Zhao and Liu will lose most of the peak combat power of Qingshan's younger generation, which will be of great benefit to the recovery of evil ways in the future, but what should we do now?

Dozens of days passed, spring was getting deeper, the White Pagoda was often wet by rain, the pine forest became greener, Yin San went to the vegetable garden again, and Liu Shisui happened to be there.

Liu Shisui handed him back the crumpled pieces of paper, and said with some embarrassment, Young Master said... it's a bit taken for granted, it's useless.

Yin San was not angry either, and said with a smile, Is that so? It seems that he has studied Buddhism to some extent, so I wonder if he can help me solve some problems?

After speaking, he took out another piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.

The spring is deep, and the summer is coming soon. The cicadas are singing in the Guocheng Temple, and the quiet garden is no longer as quiet as before.

The white cat raised its head under the eaves and glanced outside the garden, thinking that they were also cicadas, how could there be such a big gap between these nasty little guys outside and the chilling cicadas, they were not cute at all.

After reading the piece of paper Liu Shisui handed over, Jing Jiu fell into deep thought, and felt a little annoyed by the singing of cicadas. He waved his sleeves, and a gust of breeze passed through the hall, blowing into the forest, and after a while, the singing of cicadas stopped.

Liu Shisui said, What do I want back?

Jing Jiu said, I want to think about it.

It takes him a long time to think before he can answer, and it is conceivable that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.

People who can ask questions of this level are naturally not ordinary people.

Zhao Layue asked: Is that person very skilled?

Jing Jiu hummed.

Zhao Layue said: Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan to find you at the age of ten?

Jing Jiu said: Monks have always had a lot of eccentricities, like Zen masters who like to play with mud and sticks, and the abbot of Guocheng Temple seldom comes out to meet people, so he likes to copy Buddhist scriptures.

Zhao Layue said: Since that person knows about the fairy talisman, he must have a very high seniority in Guocheng Temple, and he might be the abbot.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, No, he might have been the abbot once.

He wrote the reply the next day, and when Liu Shisui handed it over to Yin San, it was already the end of Xia.

After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen Room and watched the stars all night, while the ancestor sat next to him, shaking his cattail fan all night.

He had already confirmed that Jing Jiu vaguely guessed the question of disappearing into thin air, so could he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?

Yin San remained silent for a long time, and in the end he didn't reply to any more letters, nor did he go to the vegetable garden again, so he broke off contact.

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The sound of Sutras is everywhere in the Guocheng Temple, and the melons and fruits in the vegetable garden are constantly growing. Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable. I believe that in two years' time, he will be able to enter the middle realm of Youye and create another record for the Qingshan Sect.

The zhenqi in Liu Shisui's body has also calmed down a lot, and it seems that there shouldn't be too much danger in a short time.

Jing Jiu slept well with the white cat.

Time passed, and it was another winter in a blink of an eye.

This year's severe cold, the cold wind from the snow field howled southward, even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected, and there were several heavy snowfalls. The Zen Temple in the Snow was extremely beautiful, attracting many scholars in the world to enjoy the snow, recite poems, and paint.

Da Changseng is still obsessed with sweeping the floor. If we don't let the fallen leaves accumulate, we won't let the snow accumulate. The Jingyuan was cleaned up.

Jing Jiu felt a little bored, so he brought everyone and a cat into the house from the porch.

There was the crackling of silver charcoal in the stove, and the water in the teapot kept snoring. Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, closed their eyes and practiced breathing. He lay on the bamboo chair in front of the window with the cat in his arms, looking at the snow-stained scenery outside.

The scenery is limited in a small window, but it has a more profound meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.

His eyes fell on his left hand, feeling the seemingly endless stream of immortal energy inside and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased no matter what, he was thoughtful.

In the evening, there was a faint sound of firecrackers in the distance outside the temple, and then it never stopped.

Zhao Layue asked curiously: Is this the villagers driving away the mountain beast?

Jing Jiu was very speechless, and said: It snows heavily in the deep winter, and there is no food in the fields. The wild animals are either hibernating, or moving south, and what are they doing down the mountain? The continuous firecrackers, obviously something serious happened. Someone's family may have died.

Zhao Layue was taught, and said, So that's how it is.

actually……

Liu Shisui looked back and forth between their faces, and said a little embarrassedly, It's because it's Chinese New Year.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, The Chinese New Year is very lively.

Zhao Layue turned her head away, not wanting to answer.

Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say, Xiao He has cooked a lot of dishes.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue rejected the proposal to go to the vegetable garden to have a New Year's Eve dinner. Now they have less and less idea about these things, so naturally they are not interested.

The firecrackers kept ringing, and even though they were far away, they could still reach their ears.

For unknown reasons, Jing Jiu didn't choose to block the six senses, although this is something he is very good at.

Until the night was very dark, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky illuminated by the fire turned back to quiet blackness.

Da Changseng had already fallen asleep, and there was no sound or light in the quiet garden.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

At this time, the old and new two years intersect, and the power of heaven and earth is at its strongest.

Immortal energy comes from outside the world, and under the pressure of the power of the world, it is the weakest time.

A sword intent emerged from Jing Jiu's body, covering the entire quiet room.

He stretched out his right hand, dipped in his sword intent, and wrote a scripture in the air.

Then he grasped his fisted left hand, reached into the scripture, and slowly closed his eyes.

No vision happened, like a mud cow entering the sea, and like spring rain moistening the night.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand with a satisfied look in his eyes.

How about it?

Zhao Layue's voice sounded.

Jing Jiu turned his head to look and said, 10%.

In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes brightened up, black and white were distinct, very beautiful.

It took more than a year to refine 100% of the immortal consciousness, which seemed very slow, but it was actually very fast.

If it was another cultivator, with Jing Jiu's realm, it would be impossible to refine the existence of this level of immortal consciousness.

Feelings of admiration welled up in her heart.

She bowed down.

This was the first time she gave Jing Jiu a disciple's gift.

Happy New Year to you too.

Jing Jiu said, There is no red envelope.

He has no idea about things like Chinese New Year, but he doesn't really understand.

Just like why Zhao Layue worshiped herself.

There is no need for dialogue or explanation, no matter how dark the night is, if you meet your eyes, you will know what each other means.

Zhao Layue sat beside him and snuggled into his arms, looking very attached.

No one has ever seen such a little daughter's appearance on her body.

I haven't seen the noble lady in Chaoge City, nor her classmates in Qingshan, not even her parents, only Jing Jiu.

She will only let Jing Jiu see it.

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(Immortals don’t celebrate new year or birthday, but let’s write less to celebrate... I wish everyone good health and all the best.)