The Path Toward Heaven

Many years ago, on the night that Jing Jiu's fake cave was opened, Zen Zi saw Jing Jiu for the first time, and then used Lian Yun to protect this junior for a while.

During the plum meeting, Jing Jiu wrote some blood plums in Dao Zhan, which caught his attention again.

A few years ago in Guocheng Temple, Qilin came in the form of a unicorn, Daoist Taiping and Patriarch Xuanyin fought violently, but they all failed. Liu Ci and Shenhuang were the ones who made the moves, but Jing Jiu was the key person.

During the Battle of the West Sea, a sword radiated across the world. After the spring rain, this young junior became the head of Qingshan.

I can't help but think about everything.

Zenzi had been doubting Jing Jiu's real identity for a long time, but he didn't write to ask, because he thought his suspicion was absurd.

Just like Nan Wang, like winter.

The more familiar and close people were to Jingyang in the previous life, the more they could not believe this.

Even if everyone in the Chaotian Continent died, the Zhuo River stopped flowing, the snow peak in the extreme north collapsed, and the maelstrom disappeared, how could Jingyang be defeated?

So Zenzi also accepted the rumor, or forcibly used the rumor to convince himself.

Jing Jiu is the bloodline left behind by Jingyang, who obtained his true mantle and the treasures left behind, that's why the speed at which his practice breaks through is so astonishing, shocking the past and the present...

Until today, he finally knew the truth of the matter, and his mind was greatly shocked.

No matter how profound the Zen method is, or how to be immobile and without thoughts, after all, you must observe the East China Sea to calm your mind.

The hot tea was poured into the cup, exuding a faint white smoke, just like the fog on the sea in the morning.

Chanzi's eyes passed through the white mist and landed on Jing Jiu's face, his voice was as quiet as his eyes, but full of puzzlement: What's going on here?

Jing Jiu picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. The water mist covered his face like a cloud, and his voice was as ethereal as his eyes: Some things are not finished.

Chanzi tapped the table lightly with his fingers, blowing away the mist from the teacup and Jing Jiu's face with a very rhythmic voice, and said, What's the matter?

Jing Jiu put down his teacup and said, I don't know.

These words sounded a little inexplicable, but Chanzi naturally understood.

He took a deep look at Jing Jiu, thinking... so he still likes to pretend so much?

Then what happened to Taiping? Why did he escape, and was released by you again when he was in the West Sea.

Liu Ci is dead, what are you talking about?

What about others?

It should be at sea. Penglai Treasure Ship King was robbed of a good ship. He is very weak now, and his sense of the outside world will make him feel a little more at ease.

Jing Jiu said, He took the dragon marrow and the lotus from Fenglang, what do you think he wants to do?

It is difficult for ordinary people to think of something through such a simple description, but Zenzi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, Reincarnation?

He understands the current situation of Daoist Taiping, so he only needs the word lotus to think of the other person's thoughts.

Jing Jiu said, I don't know about this.

That's why he came to Guocheng Temple so long in advance.

Zenzi said: The reincarnation of the lotus flower is not a continuation of the previous life. It is different from you, and it is different from Shuiyue Temple. I don't think Taiping will choose this way.

Jing Jiu agrees with his statement, because Zenzi is the only person he knows who has truly been reincarnated.

But Zenzi is no longer the old monk of Guocheng Temple who died under Taiping's hands.

Cause and effect still exist, there is no past.

Dong Yidao has a deep research on lotus reincarnation, and I will fetch some classics to show you later.

Zenzi turned to ask: I have seen that formation in the past, and there is no problem. Why did something happen?

When he discussed the Tao with Jingyang for a hundred days at Shenmo Peak, he saw three paths.

Guodong took one path, Jing Jiu was forced to choose the other one, and on top of the two paths, it was naturally the Ascension Avenue to end cause and effect.

If there are things that are not finished, it means that the world is not finished, and something has gone wrong.

Jing Jiu waved his sleeves, and dozens of bronze mirrors appeared in the air, taking in the scenery in the meditation room, and then gradually increasing in depth.

Zenzi has studied the mist disappearing and dissipating array, and knows that it is the technique of splitting mirrors. At this time, what he thinks is where did you get so many good mirrors?

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to call Qingxinling from the window.

The bell made a clear sound, reciprocating between dozens of bronze mirrors.

Zenzi took out a thin wooden stick, picked out his ear, and said, Mirror Sect, Suzuki Sect... It seems that you are indeed different from before.

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The Jingyuan is restored as before, that is, it is really restored as before, the stone pagoda is in the same position, and the three rain corridors are no different from before.

Zhao Layue has listened to the scriptures here for several years, and spent several New Years, and is very satisfied with it, so she went to sit down at her familiar seat.

Ada also went to its second most familiar position—on the futon in front of the stone pagoda. Unfortunately, it was summer now, and the leaves swept by Da Chang Monk were not dry enough, so it was not very comfortable to lie on, and the sun was a little strong, so it didn’t take long for it to get up and walk back to the rain corridor, lying on its most familiar position.

Accompanied by Qingming, the bell flew away from its neck.

It looked back over there, with some resentment in its eyes.

Zhao Layue scratched its neck, long gone from the restraint and tension it felt when holding it for the first time on Bihu Peak.

Zhuo Rusui brought Gu Qing to the small stone pagoda, and introduced, This is the spiritual bone pagoda of His Majesty the former God Emperor.

Hearing the words, Gu Qing was solemn, saluted very seriously, and made some sacrifices.

I am very familiar with this tower. Zhuo Rusui felt a little emotional, touched the body of the tower, and expressed his gratitude.

In the fierce battle in Guocheng Temple back then, the people who fought were all big figures at the level of Patriarch Xuanyin and Qilin Incarnation. He was just the eyes of Master Liu Ci, with the lowest level. If he hadn't hugged this stone pagoda, he would have been blown away by the strong wind.

As the two spoke, dozens of monks walked into the quiet garden with books in their hands, and headed towards the Zen room behind the garden.

Looking at this scene, Gu Qing thought of the scene on Shiyue Peak a few days ago, while Zhao Layue thought of the scene in Jingzongli, thinking that this is really related to the book?

Zhuo Rusui was a little uncertain and said: Master, the master, is he going to discuss the Tao with Chanzi? Can he do it?

When it comes to things like cultivation talent, he has to obey Jing Jiu now, but when it comes to things like knowledge... Chan Zi is a man of great wisdom who can sit down with Master Jing Jing and discuss the Tao. How many people in the world can understand his wonderful ideas?

Gu Qing smiled and said: Back then in Chaoge City, Master Bu Qiuxiao never said anything about Master.

Zhuo Rusui thought that it was lip service, so what does it have to do with learning?

In the Zen room that they couldn't see, Jing Jiu and Chanzi were not sitting and discussing the Tao, but reading books, but their way of reading books was completely different from that of ordinary people.

Nearly a thousand Buddhist classics and related treatises were drawn into the air by an invisible force, floated around them, and then fell into the mirrors.

Those classics began to open by themselves, and the speed became faster and faster, bringing a gust of breeze.

Jing Jiu and Chan Zi closed their eyes, not knowing what they were looking at.

Those gentle breezes come out of the window and come to the quiet garden, going back and forth between the rain corridor and the courtyard.

Zhao Layue felt very cool, touched Ada, and Ada narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Feeling the breeze blowing towards his face, Lu Qing sat in a daze on the futon in front of the stone pagoda, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and rest.

The fallen leaves, still full of greenness, were pushed by the wind and gradually surrounded the futon.

Zhuo Rusui sat down on the porch, swaying his legs, gradually becoming one with the rhythm of the wind.

He felt that these breezes were so strange, they came from all directions and were everywhere, some brushed his eyelashes, some gently blew into his ears, and some slipped in along the sleeves, at extremely tricky angles.

In such countless cool breezes, it is difficult not to sleep.

Thinking about these things, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, gradually drooping, and he fell into a deep sleep like this.

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When the twilight was at its thickest, Zhuo Rusui woke up with his eyes open.

The wind in the stone pagoda had calmed down in the sunset, and he was in a daze, not knowing whether it was still today or several days had passed.

Zhao Layue was stroking the cat under the rain corridor over there, thinking about something, while Gu Qing was still sitting in front of the stone pagoda with his eyes closed, and the fallen leaves had gradually spread to his legs.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the back of Jingyuan, and the wind howled, rolling up the leaves in the courtyard and flying all over the sky.

In the Zen room, countless books fell on the ground, either opened or closed.

It looks like big or small waves are born on the surface of the sea, and it looks like the ground is covered by unmelted residual snow.

Zenzi opened his eyes and said, I can see faster than you.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, picked up a copy of Dong Yidao's Lotus Sutra from the floor and continued to read it.

Zenzi said: You are so weak now, what if Master Bai kills you in autumn?

Jing Jiu continued to read without raising his head and said, This is Guocheng Temple.

The meaning of these words is very clear.

Now that you know who I am, can you still watch me have an accident?

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Zhuo Rusui was directly blown away by the gust of wind, fell to the ground, and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

He looked back at Jingyuan, and saw that under the shining of the setting sun, the green leaves all over the sky seemed to form a green and red ball, which looked extremely spectacular.

Is this the supernatural power of Chanzi?

Zhuo Rusui walked back to the quiet garden with shocking emotions.

Zenzi didn't launch an attack, it should just be an overflow of spiritual thoughts, but he has such a great power.

He found that Zhao Layue was still sitting in the previous place with the white cat in his arms, and he thought it would be good to have the support of the guardian, so he wouldn't be in such a mess like himself.

Immediately afterwards, he found that Gu Qing was still sitting where he was before, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed, thinking that if he was still holding this stone pagoda, how could he be blown out?

Green leaves fell from the sky and sprinkled on Gu Qing's body, as if they were going to bury him in it.

Zhuo Rusui was about to laugh, when suddenly he was slightly taken aback, and said, Are you going to break through?

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Layue looked at Gu Qing, who was covered in leaves, and found that his aura was undergoing obvious changes.