The Path Toward Heaven

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

There are only some very simple dishes on the ocher table. The grilled fish is not moved, and only one drink of wine is left. After talking about the real people and Bai Zhenren, they left.

Zhi Bai was silent for a while, walked under the tree and looked out to the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, thinking that if Brother Tong Yan was here, he might be more lively.

For monks, retreat is normal, but she is still worried because Tong Yan's retreat is too sudden.

She was a little worried about another thing.

Ji Xianxuan landed in Jing Jiu's hands, Yunmengshan did not respond, especially her mother was so calm, which made her a little uneasy.

想 She wanted to write to Qingshan to ask, but she finally gave up, sighed softly, waved white satin, countless white silks fell like snow, and sealed the gimbal.

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Tong Yan dug a hole in the ground, and the dirt and stone debris dug out were quietly ground by his method. After shrinking a lot of volume, he was neatly stacked on both sides, looking like stone **** one after another .

There are no lights in the tunnel, and there is darkness everywhere. Naturally, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, but as a monk, he naturally knows that it has been over a year.

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

The looming, but extremely real coercion is always ahead, far away, and high.

Qi Qilin will not leave Yunmeng Mountain. If he approaches Qingtianjian, he will surely let the other party find out, what should he do then? It is not necessary to count things that are unclear, and then say it again, he looked at the river in front of him, thinking whether he should take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the New Year?

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Deep in the valley, the clouds are dazzling, and the sky is colored milky, milk-like.

There are more than ten stone pillars in the cloud of mist. Bai Zhenren stands on a stone pillar with his hand in his hands and looks at the distance without knowing what he is thinking.

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

麟 Zhongzhou School of Zhenshan God Beast, Kirin.

The cloud of mist suddenly stirred up, and between light and dark, naturally formed several lines of vertical text, appearing in front of Bai Zhenren.

Jain is the consciousness of Kirin.

"I feel that the myths left by my ancestors are dissipating. Although the speed is slow, this is something that should not happen. I am worried."

Zhenbai Zhenren still looked into the distance and said, "Bu Lao Lin said very clearly that he could go to the Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple, maybe there is a real possibility of success."

If someone can see the picture here from a high altitude, she knows that she is looking southeast.

The Manggucheng Temple is over there.

Wu Qilin's consciousness soon appeared again in the clouds: "I'm going to kill him."

Zhen Bairen said: "The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan is still unknown, so don't take risks."

The text appeared in the mist: "Did those little monks dare to shoot at me?"

Zhenbai Zhenren said: "You are the ancestor of Zhenshan I sent, and you must not leave in accordance with the rules of the gate, unless you give up the body."

Yun Yunwu was quiet for a while, and a row of text appeared again after a moment.

"It's enough to kill these little guys."

"No, because I don't believe he can refinish Xianyu, even if ... he is really the reincarnation of Jingyang."

Zhibai Zhenren said indifferently, "He is now too low."

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Since winter is here, spring will follow.

With a slight cold spring rain, the trees in Guocheng Temple began to sprout.

Jiu Jingjiu and Zhao Layue lived in a quiet life in Jingyuan. Liu ten years old had more time to manage the vegetable garden. Naturally, he did not forget to ask Jingji every day to learn about Kendo.

After a few days, Zhao Layue would go to the Lecture Hall to hear the master's interpretation of the Scriptures. White cats would often walk over and lie on the windowsill while listening to the sun.

The monks were accustomed to seeing this white cat and did not think that it was different. They occasionally teased him, often making Zhao Layue very nervous, for fear that it would suddenly become fierce, which would seriously affect the relationship between Qingshan Sect and Guocheng Temple.

Now Jingjiu rarely goes to lecture halls, most of the time lying on a bamboo chair, doing his own practice in the company of the spring breeze and the spring breeze and the rain, the realm is no more elevated, but the feeling of Zen practice and fairy chant More profound.

One afternoon, he opened his eyes and saw the green outside the wall, only to find that the spring was deep, and he gazed at the white cat intentionally or unintentionally.

The white cat has long forgotten how many years he has lived. Anyway, no one except Yuangui and Kirin live longer than him. Things like hair spring have long been insulated from it, but spring sleep still comes on schedule, indicating desire. It is not the most important thing in life, it is lying down.

No rain in these days, the futon in front of the tower was very dry, and Liu was ten years old, and he laid it with some carefully selected fine grass, and slept very comfortably, which sometimes made him forget the girl ’s knees.

It opened his eyes and woke up, looked at the sky blankly, and suddenly remembered that in the early spring of last year, there seemed to be some papers on this futon.

The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring meaning, the same futon, that is a few papers.

It stood up subconsciously, walked outside Jingyuan, smelling the smell of the air, and walked across the pond and dense forest, the small bridge and the disciplinary yard.

The sound of people around him gradually rose, it jumped up to the wall, along the eave corner shadow wall to the middle of Guocheng Temple, and then jumped into the Tallinn.

There is a quiet Zen room in front of you. There are no people on the stone steps and no one in the room. It is as quiet as a grave.

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

When he fell asleep until the sunset was full, it woke up and wondered what was happening to him.

I returned to Jingyuan, and she went back to the small stone tower and continued to sleep, but she could not close her eyes.

It was haunted by an inexplicable emotion that he didn't notice, Jing Jiu was watching himself quietly.

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The Baishan Zen Room has long been empty.

In the former temple stove room, there was a fireman head that rarely appeared anyway. As for the guy who had not appeared before, he was soon forgotten, but there were two young and old in the temple hall with the strictest guard. Monk. These two monks are of course Yin San and Xuan Yin ancestors.

After the shaving of Yinyin San, she was more handsome and even cute, and her ancestors were more insignificant after shaving, especially the red nose was more conspicuous.

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

感受 He felt very clearly. Ever since Jing Jiu was in Guocheng Temple, Yin San meditated more time, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The old ancestor noticed that there was a slight protrusion behind Yin San's neck, and it was slowly changing position.

Then he smelled a very light taste, his expression changed slightly, but he dared not say anything.

道 The taste is very light, not stinky but smelling uncomfortable, with the smell of rotten leaves, and it is like old wood that has been kept for many years.

The old ancestors knew that this physical body would not last for several years, and whether real people could find a way to perfectly unite the soul and physical body in ten years.

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

The old ancestor's eyes fell in front of Yin San, and a piece of paper was placed on the ground in front of the futon.

Those words were written by Jingjiu.

The old ancestor did not understand. Since you ca n’t believe what he said, why should you put this paper in front of you?

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It was another year in the twinkling of an eye. When the new and the old met, the sky and the earth were flourishing, and the quiet garden was so dark that only Zhao Layue's eyes could be seen.

She looked at Jing Jiu intently.

Kusui Jiu opened his eyes, released his sword, and dipped his sword into ink, and wrote a scripture.

This time he did not put his left hand directly into the scriptures, but thought for a moment, and selected a few words from the scriptures to reach out and take them off.

With a crackling noise, the fists intersect.

His left hand was bright for a moment, then returned to normal, and in an instant, life and death had cycled once.

Kusui Jiu closed his eyes again, and opened it again after a long time, and said to Zhao Layue, who did not know when he came, "OK."

Zhao Zhaoyue worshiped before him.

"I still have no red envelope," Kusui said.

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

Kusui Jiujing looked at her quietly and said, "I feel more stable and wait a few more years."

腊 Zhao Layue was a little puzzled.

Her wild beginnings have been completely stable, Daoxinjianyi has reached the fullest peak state, why wait?

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

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Under Jinyuntai, there are still simple fruit trays, with only half a cup of wine scented, not to mention the leftovers.

Xi Bai walked to the cliff early and looked at the clouds that drifted freely. I thought that since only my brother likes to eat grilled fish, I wo n’t make it for you.

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

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

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

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Tong Tongyan is still digging underground.

Nothing else.

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Clouds and mists lingered, and the unicorn's figure was looming, the consciousness fluctuated, and the words appeared.

"I feel that he has refined some more. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, your idea will not be realized, but it will bring him superb benefits."

Zhenbai Zhenren stood on the stone pillar and stood facing the wind, watching the direction of Guocheng Temple for a while and said, "I said, you can't leave Zhongzhou according to the door regulations."

Qi Qilin showed the text in the clouds: "I can walk in person."

Zhibai Zhenren calmly said, "You in the realm of suppression have less than one percent of the supernatural powers."

A line of text soon appeared in the clouds.

但 "But enough to kill him! And even though my supernatural power is suppressed, the divine body is immortal, and no one can hurt me!"

Ji Baizheng looked back and said, "No."

"Canglong died because of him, I must kill him! Now that your thoughts have come to nothing, you should do it my way now! I won't let him have the possibility of refining the fairy, or else let him get Immortality will be a big problem in the future! "

Kirin is angry.

The clouds in the deep valley were rolling uneasily.

The words that appeared, such as pens and knives, were extremely sharp and full of strong killing intentions.

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Time passes faster than the poet's pen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Before you lament the deceased's way, the time that has passed is gone.

In an instant, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had been in Guocheng Temple for five years.

In the recent period of time, Jing Jiu has become more and more silent, his face is getting paler, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. There is a touch of gold in the bottom of his eyes, which adds a bit of strange flavor to that beautiful face.

A few more days will be another new year.

That night, Jiu Jiuhui wrote the last verse and tried to fully refine Xianzhu.

If he succeeds, the infinite immortality in the immortal immortal will belong to him.

If he fails, he will be bitten by Xianxian, and he may become a puppet of Zhongzhou faction at any time.

Zhao Layue never understood, Jing Jiu did not agree with her breakthrough, but she kept accelerating the speed of refining the fairy consciousness, even at the expense of a large amount of sword elements and spirits.

究竟 What is he anxious for?

新年 This new year also has special significance for Guocheng Temple.

Zhuolu Guogong will come to voluntarily on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor.

This is something that happens every year, but this year's scale and hierarchy are much grander.

Kusui Jiu didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until he heard the sigh of the monk monk that he had gone in the small stone tower for 300 years.

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