The First Sword of the Earth

The resurrection of Daoist Qinglin is a rare joyous event for several people in the earth cultivation world.

Monk Huai Jing directly found a large table of delicacies, piled up a small mountain of wine jars, several people cleaned up the forest, and each of them opened their mouths to drink.

Daoist Qinglin kept looking at the few people at the banquet with a smile on his face, and he would not ask too many questions about matters that might involve personal secrets, such as Huai Jing's increasingly unusual Buddha rhyme, and Wang Sheng being much taller than the others Cultivation as the realm.

He is like an outsider, although he has been toasted all the time, he has never been able to truly integrate into the banquet.

Waiting for Huai Jing and the others to get drunk, senior sister and Fan Tuan cleaned up the mess, Yaoyun also turned into a three-inch tall fairy and stood on the senior sister's shoulder, teasing the senior sister's bird...

Tool spirit.

Daoist Qinglin said: "Feiyu, follow me to the back."

"Yes," Wang Sheng expelled his drunkenness, but got up and hiccupped.

Seeing the backs of these two men heading towards the backyard, Fan Tuan couldn't help muttering: "I always feel that this master of the Sword Sect doesn't like our atmosphere very much."

"Custom," the senior sister snapped her fingers.

But Yaoyun couldn't help but whispered: "It's no wonder that you like this atmosphere. For Qinglin, the order of seniority and orderliness, and the superiority and inferiority of the upper and lower should be clearly distinguished. This kind of joyful sitting together It's hard to accept the situation of drinking and eating."

Fan Tuan whispered softly: "Is the thinking still so feudal?"

Yao Yun smiled and said: "For you, he is an ancient man thousands of years ago."

Fei Lianzi, who fell under the table with only half of his body exposed, suddenly murmured: "Master, we drink this cup, and we will be good brothers from now on..."

Zhang Zikuang, who was slumped in the corner, closed his eyes and replied, "What are you doing, seniors can raise goldfish openly!"

The senior sister chuckled, Fan Tuan couldn't help but roll her eyes;

Yao Yun twitched the corners of her mouth in a rather speechless manner, and said, "I'll listen to what they're saying", and sat on the shoulder of her senior sister and closed her eyes without saying a word.

Beside the pond in the backyard, two Taoist priests with similar backs walked slowly with their hands behind their backs, feeling the breeze blowing around them, and admiring the ripples on the water surface.

Qing Lin suddenly said: "Pin Dao is indeed a bit embarrassed about Xiao Lian's matter."

"What's the matter?" Wang Sheng asked a little puzzled, and then smiled, "Senior, are you afraid that you will be a little embarrassed when you see Eldest Sister?

In fact, there is no need, for the seniors, it may be a hundred thousand years, but for the elder sister, it is only a thousand years.

Moreover, the seniors may not know it. The seniors suppressed her in order to protect the eldest sister, and she really fell into a demon a few days later.

The depth of this obsession with senior is probably difficult for senior to understand. "

"Xiao Lian's obsession, why is it so unclear? But it's not all about men and women," Qing Lin shook his head slightly, with a serious expression on his face, and said something that Wang Sheng didn't expect.

"Back then, San Tong and I had already noticed the obsession in her heart, and this obsession was not so much caused by her love for the poor, but rather caused by her demons.

In the final analysis, it is still the saying that shemale has different ways.

She had too much resentment for being born a demon, and her love for the poor became the introduction.

Emotional calamity, emotional calamity, in the final analysis, is still the calamity of Dao Xin. I have had several debates with Santong about human and demon. He said that Buddha can save people, demons, spirits, and spirits, even demons. Transformation, the Buddha is the light of the heart, and all things are based on this principle.

But Pindao felt that there are many biases in Buddhism, the Tao is born by nature, the sky is extended by the Tao, and all living beings have their own reasons, not the reflection of one mind..."

Qing Lin paused, then turned to look at Wang Sheng.

Daoist Wang carefully understood Daoist Qinglin's words. At this time, his level is not low, and he is quite touched by it.

This is actually the essential difference between Taoism and Buddhism.

"Senior, do you think that it's not because of the love character that eldest sister became a demon?"

Qing Lin sighed: "Love is the cause, hating yourself as a demon is the root, and becoming a demon is the result.

If Santong and I could have done more for Xiaolian back then,

If you guide her more, she will not suffer from the thousand years of suffering.

I would also like to thank you here, if what Pindao expected is correct, you should be the one who helped her out of trouble and got rid of her demons. "

Listen to this...

Wang Sheng probably already understood a little bit, and asked with a frown: "Senior, tell me the truth, do you have this kind of heart for Xilian...?"

"Little Lian is the most beautiful and intelligent creature I have ever seen," Qing Lin sighed, "After getting along for a long time, if you say you are not in love, then it is against your will.

But if you talk about being tempted, it's a little bit reluctant, it's just a good feeling, it's hard to convince me to stay with her.

In other words, if it was not Qing Lin who often discussed with San Tong, but Li Lin and Wang Lin, she would have this obsession with Li Lin and Wang Lin under the same circumstances.

Is this really love?

Or, is it more appropriate to call it admiration? "

Daoist Wang was a little dazed, seeing the former head of Shu Mountain who had gradually regained the chicness of the past, his heart was also ups and downs.

How can this big guy be so transparent about these things!

Not to mention that Xi Lian didn't have a good time back then, even if she gets together with Qing Lin now, if she wants to overthrow Taoist Qing Lin, it will be difficult to do it without some extraordinary means...

Qing Lin pointed to the gazebo over there, and walked slowly with Wang Sheng.

Qing Lin showed a rather bright smile, and said: "You said before that Xiao Lian would come to see me, do you think that when she met me, she would hug and cry, and we will stay together ever since? "

"Isn't it?" Wang Sheng asked back.

"Feiyu, your dao realm is not low, but you lack a bit of pure dao heart."

Qing Lin intentionally pointed out, and said slowly: "You and I are both practitioners, you should keep a little bit of your mind outside yourself, and always reflect on yourself, so as to avoid going astray when seeking the Tao.

The same is true for this matter, you take what you want to see as something that will inevitably happen, but you ignore a principle between heaven and earth.

All things have their own principles of operation, not completely around one person, what we aspirants can do is to sublimate ourselves.

Xiao Lian was infatuated by love, but now she has dispelled the root of the demon. Doesn't it mean that she has let go of it from the bottom of her heart? "

Wang Sheng retorted: "Sister should just let go of her obsession with being a demon."

"Look, there is also the word 'should' in your words." Qing Lin sighed softly, put his hands in his sleeves, and stared at the pool in front of him, "When I meet her, I should be like an old friend, like an elder nephew. Probably as you think.

San Tong and I are gentlemen's friends, and I have always regarded Xiao Lian as my disciple.

Feiyu, do you have any juniors? "

Wang Sheng replied: "Yes, I may not have returned to my hometown for a long time."

Qing Lin said: "Then you can also deduce it from the bottom of your heart. If a senior nephew has a good impression of you and takes the initiative to express his feelings, what should you do in your heart?"

"I..." Wang Daochang immediately put his hand on his forehead, and sat there lost in thought.

That's right, am I being too wishful thinking?

I feel that my eldest sister has suffered a lot, so she should spend a good time with Daoist Qinglin and make a good story together, but I have always ignored what kind of feelings Daoist Qinglin has for Xilian.

Even before, Taoist Master Qinglin's reluctance to accept the elder sister's intentions was because he, as the head of Shushan, wanted to maintain the reputation of Shushan... These were actually conjectured by later generations.

They had no way of knowing what Qing Lin really thought.

From Qing Lin's conversation, we can also know that this is a natural and unrestrained person, who will not be too twitchy about everything, pursues the way, longs for longevity, if Qing Lin was really interested in Xi Lian back then, it would be What can I do if I stay with Xilian in private?

But Qing Lin is not like this, he regards Xi Lian as a junior, a nephew, or even a half-disciple to take care of her.

——Xilian practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, and the Taoism was naturally learned from Taoist Qinglin.

Then, will eldest sister be more heartbroken because of this?

Wang Sheng thought about it for a while, but he didn't think it would be possible. To see Daoist Qinglin, it was a "50%" relief for the elder sister.

Perhaps, the day when Xilian and Qinglin meet is the time when Xilian completely let go...

"This is also a good thing," Wang Sheng smiled wryly, "Before, I thought too little."

"It's not that you don't see right and wrong, it's just that everyone in the world has this kind of empathy, but things in the world are often not according to people's wishes," Qing Lin said with a rather deep gaze, "during the long years of being trapped, I I have seen a lot, realized a lot, and thought a lot about Xiao Lian.

Since San Tong stayed in his hometown where his vitality was blocked to take care of Xi Lian, I will follow his wish and wholeheartedly help Xi Lian achieve a Tao fruit.

Xilian is bewitched by love, and there will always be gaps in her Taoist heart, which need to be filled by love.

If she has a heart for Pindao, Pindao will not reject, but she will not accept; if she can put her mind on others, Pindao can feel much more at ease. "

While speaking, Qing Lin patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, "Let's see what will happen in the future, let's not talk about it now."

Daoist Wang could only agree, and chatted with Qing Lin about cultivating Taoism.

"By the way, can you lend me that flag?" Qing Lin suddenly mentioned this, Wang Sheng naturally wouldn't be stingy, and handed over the ghost flag that was almost half destroyed by Chunyang's immortal power.

Qing Lin's arm trembled, and from within the streamer floated a series of almost completely transparent primordial souls, floating around Qing Lin and Wang Sheng.

And among them, there are four remaining figures with the power of the primordial spirit, but they are the other four who blocked Wang Shengwu's war slaves that day.

Qing Lin didn't say much, and bowed to the souls around him.

A gust of wind blows, and all those unconscious primordial souls dissipate, turning into a little bit of crystal light, which flashes out in the breeze.

But those four primordial spirits and the remaining phantoms all bowed to Qing Lin.

The female war slave smiled and said: "Congratulations, you have been trapped for so long, and you can still have a younger generation to rescue you. I will follow you to get the honor, so I will suffer less."

Qing Lin showed a little gentle smile, and said softly to the female war slave: "Take care all the way."

"Thank you," Gunbow Zhannu clasped his fists and saluted, and the others also bid farewell to each other.

"Take care of yourself!"

"If the true spirit has another reincarnation, it will be a blessing for you and me to be together again."

"It's not bad to have another look outside before disappearing."

With a few words and a few smiles, these four figures also disappeared with the wind, disappearing in the breeze.

Qing Lin stood there in a daze, and Wang Sheng didn't bother him, quietly comprehending some kind of avenue that happened by accident at this time, letting the years slip away at his fingertips, leaving light scratches.