The Path Toward Heaven

If there is no long-term retreat, Bai Zao will have one meal with his parents every year, and only one meal, under the Yuntai tree.

There were only some very simple dishes on the stone table, the grilled fish remained untouched, and only one glass of wine was drunk before Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren left.

Bai Zao was silent for a moment, walked under the tree and looked at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, thinking that if senior brother Tong Yan was here, it might be more lively.

For ascetics, retreat is the norm, but she is still a little worried because Tong Yan's retreat is too sudden.

She was also a little worried about another thing.

The celestial talisman fell into Jing Jiu's hands, but Yunmengshan didn't respond at all, especially her mother's calm expression made her a little uneasy.

She wanted to write a letter to Qingshan to inquire, but in the end she gave up, sighed softly, and waved the white satin lightly, countless snow-white silks fell like snow, sealing the platform.

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Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the soil and stone chips he dug out were silently compacted by him with the Taoist method. After shrinking a lot, they were neatly piled up on both sides, looking like stone balls one after another.

There were no lights in the tunnel, and it was dark everywhere. Naturally, it was impossible to distinguish day from night, but as a monk, he naturally knew that more than a year had passed.

Anyway, there are still many years to dig deep into the leylines. He is very calm and silent. Anyway, no one here can talk to him.

That looming, yet incomparably real coercion is always ahead, far away, and high up.

Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain. If he approaches Qingtianjian, he will definitely be discovered by the other party. What should he do then? There is no need to calculate things that are not clear, and it will be settled at that time. Looking at the ground river in front of him, he wondered if he should take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the New Year?

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In the depths of a certain valley, clouds and mist linger, and the sky is dyed into something milky white, like milk.

There are more than ten stone pillars in the cloud and mist, Master Bai stood on a certain stone pillar with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

A huge black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if a mountain suddenly appeared there.

The mountain beast of the Zhongzhou School, Qilin.

The cloud and mist suddenly stirred up, alternating light and dark, naturally forming several lines of vertical characters, which appeared in front of Master Bai.

That is Qilin's consciousness.

I feel that the immortal consciousness left by the ancestors is dissipating. Although the speed is very slow, this is something that shouldn't happen. I am very worried.

Master Bai still looked into the distance, and said: Bulaolin has made it very clear that he is studying Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple, so maybe he really has a chance of success.

If anyone can see the picture here clearly from a high altitude, they will know that she is looking southeast.

Guocheng Temple is over there.

Qilin's consciousness soon revealed words in the cloud again: I'm going to kill him.

Master Bai said: The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan is still unclear, so don't take risks.

Words appeared in the fog: Do those little monks still dare to attack me?

Master Bai said: You are the ancestor of my sect Zhenshan, according to the sect rules you are not allowed to leave, unless you give up your body.

The cloud was quiet for a while, and a column of words appeared again after a while.

It's enough to kill these little guys.

No need, because I don't believe that he can refine the celestial talisman, even... he is really the reincarnation of Jingyang.

Master Bai said indifferently, His realm is too low now.

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Now that winter is here, spring will naturally follow.

Accompanied by a slightly cold spring rain, the trees in Guocheng Temple began to sprout new shoots.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lived a peaceful life in the quiet garden, and Liu Shisui spent more time tending the vegetable garden, so naturally he didn't forget to ask Jing Jiu for advice on kendo every day.

Every few days, Zhao Layue would go to the lecture hall to listen to the master explaining the scriptures, and the white cat would often walk there, lying on the window sill while basking in the sun while listening to the scriptures.

The monks were used to seeing the white cat, and they didn't think it was different, and occasionally they would tease him, which made Zhao Layue very nervous, for fear that it would suddenly become violent and seriously affect the relationship between Qingshan Sect and Guocheng Temple.

Now Jing Jiu seldom goes to the lecture hall, and spends most of his time lying on a bamboo chair, doing his own practice with the company of spring breeze, spring sun and spring rain. His realm has not improved a little bit, but he has a deeper feeling for Zen exercises and immortal inscriptions.

One afternoon when he opened his eyes, he saw green eyes outside the wall, only to realize that spring was deep, so he glanced at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.

The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived. Anyway, except for old guys like Yuangui and Qilin, no one has lived longer than him. Things like getting spring have long been insulated from him, but spring sleepiness still comes as scheduled, which shows that desire is not the most important thing in life, lying down is.

It hadn't rained in the past few days, and the futon in front of the pagoda was very dry. Liu Shisui also spread some carefully selected fine grass for it, and it slept so comfortably that it sometimes even forgot about the girl's knees.

It opened its eyes and woke up, looked at the sky in a daze, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a few sheets of paper on the futon in the early spring of last year.

The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring feeling, the same futon, only a few papers are missing.

It stood up subconsciously, walked out of the quiet garden, sniffed the smell floating in the air, and walked through the pond and dense forest, the small bridge and the disciple's courtyard.

The voices of people around gradually rose, and it jumped up to the top of the wall, along the eaves and corners, to the middle of Guocheng Temple, and then jumped into the tower forest.

There is a quiet Zen room in front of it. There is no one on the stone steps, and there is no one in the room. It is as quiet as a tomb.

The white cat walked to the stone steps, lay down in a circle, closed its eyes and began to sleep.

It woke up after sleeping until the sky was full of sunset clouds, thinking what happened to him?

Back in Jingyuan, it lay down in front of the small stone pagoda and continued to sleep, but it still couldn't close its eyes.

It was troubled by a very inexplicable emotion, so that it didn't notice that Jing Jiu was looking at him quietly.

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The Baishan Zen room has long been empty.

In the kitchen of the front temple, there was a fireworker Toutuo who seldom appeared anyway, and the young man who had hardly appeared was soon forgotten, but there were two monks, young and old, in the most heavily guarded monastery in the Law Hall. These two monks are naturally Yin San and Patriarch Xuanyin.

Yin San is more handsome after shaving, even a little cute, while the old ancestor is more wretched after shaving, especially the red nose is more conspicuous, and it is annoying to look at.

The ancestor rubbed his nose, walked behind Yin San and looked.

He could clearly feel that since knowing that Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple, Yin San spent more time meditating, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The ancestor noticed that there was a slight protrusion on the back of Yin San's neck, and it was slowly changing its position.

Then he smelled a very faint scent, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The smell is very light, not smelly, but it smells very uncomfortable. It has a faint smell of rotten leaves, and it looks like old wood that has been placed for many years.

The ancestor knew that this physical body would not be able to last for a few years, and he didn't know if the real person could find a way to perfectly unify the soul and the physical body within ten years.

They have stayed in Guocheng Temple for many years for this purpose.

The ancestor's eyes fell on Yin San, and there was a piece of paper on the ground in front of the futon, with a few lines of words written on it.

Those words were written by Jing Jiu.

The old ancestor didn't understand, since you can't believe what he said, why did you put this piece of paper in front of your eyes?

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Another year passed in the blink of an eye, when the old and the new intersected, the power of the heaven and the earth flourished, and the quiet garden was completely dark, only Zhao Layue's eyes could be seen.

She looked at Jing Jiu intently.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes, released the sword intent, dipped his hand into ink, and wrote a scripture.

This time, he didn't put his left hand directly into the scriptures, but thought for a moment, then picked out a few words from the scriptures and took them off.

With a snap, fists and palms intersect.

His left hand brightened for a moment, and then returned to normal. In a moment, the cycle of birth and death has been repeated.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes again, opened them again after a long time, and said to Zhao Layue who came before him at some point, It's okay.

Zhao Layue bowed down to him.

Jing Jiu said, There is still no red envelope.

Zhao Layue smiled slightly, and then said seriously: I can break through.

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly and said, I think it's better to wait a few more years.

Zhao Layue was a little puzzled.

Her wandering primary state has been completely stabilized, and Dao Xin Jian Yi has reached the fullest peak state, why wait?

Jing Jiu didn't explain, she was a little dissatisfied, so she didn't sit down this time.

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Under the Yuntai tree, there are still those simple fruit plates, and the cups are only half-stained with the fragrance of wine, not even the leftovers.

Bai Zao walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the clouds drifting freely, thinking that since only the senior brother likes to eat grilled fish, then I won't cook it for you from now on.

Brother Tong Yan has been in retreat for two years, what kind of Taoism is he practicing? Jing Jiu, where are you doing?

In the spring, she finally wrote a letter to Qingshan, and then received a reply from Gu Qing. Gu Qing was vague in the letter, obviously hiding something.

She turned around and looked at the fruit plates and wine glasses on the table, thinking about these things, she felt very boring.

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Tong Yan is still digging a hole in the ground.

Nothing else.

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Surrounded by clouds and mist, the figure of Qilin is looming, and the consciousness fluctuates, forming words to appear.

I feel that he has refined a little bit more. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, not only will your idea not be realized, but it will bring him great benefits.

Master Bai stood on the stone pillar facing the wind, looked in the direction of Guocheng Temple and was silent for a while, then said: I said, according to the rules of the sect, you can't leave Zhongzhou.

Qilin displayed words in the clouds: I can walk as an incarnation.

Master Bai said calmly: You in the suppressed state, your supernatural powers are less than one percent of your body.

A line of text quickly appeared in the cloud.

But it's enough to kill him! And although my supernatural powers are suppressed, my divine body is immortal, and no one can hurt me!

Master Bai withdrew his gaze and said, Not allowed.

Canglong died because of him, I must kill him! Since your idea has come to nothing, you should act according to my method now! I will not let him have half a chance of refining the fairy talisman, otherwise if he gets those fairy energy, it will be a big disaster in the future!

Kirin was very angry.

The clouds and mist in the depths of the valley are rolling and restless.

The words that appeared were like knives, extremely sharp and full of killing intent.

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Time passes faster than a poet's pen.

Before you lament the dead, what should have disappeared has disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, it has been five years since Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue came to Guocheng Temple.

Recently, Jing Jiu has become more and more silent, his face has become paler, but his eyes have become brighter and brighter. There is a touch of gold in the depths of his eyes, which adds a bit of enchantment to that beautiful face.

In a few days it will be another new year.

That night, Jing Jiu would write the last scripture, trying to completely refine the celestial talisman.

If he succeeds, the infinite immortal energy in the Immortal Book of Longevity will belong to him.

If he fails, he will be backlashed by the immortal consciousness, and may become a puppet of the Zhongzhou faction at any time.

Zhao Layue still didn't understand that Jing Jiu didn't agree with her breaking the realm, but she kept accelerating the speed of refining her immortal consciousness, even at the expense of a lot of sword energy and soul.

What is he in such a hurry?

This new year also has a special meaning for Guocheng Temple.

Duke Lu will come to fulfill his wish on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor.

This is something that happens every year, but this year's scale and level are much more grand.

Jing Jiu didn't understand what was going on, until he heard the sigh of Dachang Monk, he remembered that he had been gone for three hundred years in the small stone pagoda.