The Path Toward Heaven

I looked at Jing Jiu's pale face, and the gold under his eyes, Zhao Layue was silent.

The quiet garden is not quiet, and coughs are heard from time to time.

Tamarix was ten years old, holding the third broomstick made this year, sweeping the snow and debris on the ground, his face was a bit pale, and he coughed twice.

The winter in recent years has been a bit cold, and the Guocheng Temple will fall into snow, and the infuriating conflict in his body has become a bit serious.

The white cat walked into the garden, looking back and forth between Jing Jiu and Liu's ten-year-old pale faces, full of pity.

The life of the pair of masters and servants is not very good now, but Zhao Layue is the opposite. She has raised a lot of white, has two healthy reds on her face, looks like an apple, can be broken, and is tender and delicious. It is completely different from the girl with short hair and messy body on Jianfeng.

The white cat slowly walked to the porch, jumped onto the wooden floor, stepped on her knees, stretched her body, and pressed her face, then lay down carefully in her arms.

Languocheng Temple is the world's largest temple. It is dedicated to quietly practicing Buddhism, and has a very high status in mortals. Until the New Year's Day, the villagers around them naturally dare not use firecrackers to disturb the masters' quietness. There is no firecracker sound, but the taste of the New Year is far from the temple ...

Some are pork ribs, some are salted fish, and some are newly slaughtered pigs.

Even if it is outside the world, even if there is a large array of Zen Buddhism, it is still impossible to block these red dust, no matter whether it is spiritual practice or meditation, the reason is difficult.

There are several teams in the Chao Chaotian continent, just like these flavors, marching towards Guocheng Temple.

This year, three hundred years after the death of His Majesty the Emperor, the royal family sent a mission to leave Chaoge City.

Emperor Xianxian abdicated and died at the end of Guocheng Temple. This was one of the biggest secrets of the Jing Dynasty. The number of missions was naturally small. Except for the cavalry, there were only two real officials. The official next to Lu Guogong looked calm and calm, and did not know which son of the Prince.

This matter is only known by Guocheng Temple, Zhongzhou School, Qingshan Sect, Shuiyueyao, and Yimaozhai. Representatives will also be sent according to the old example, but it has been over 300 years, and it is not a big deal. Send young disciples to the column. Xiang Lian expresses his heart.

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At the peak of Tianguang, the clouds and mist cleared, and the sun was quite beautiful.

Wu Zhuoru was kneeling in front of the stone monument, thinking that it would be better to lie down on his knees. What is Master doing?

Tong Qingshan's head Liu Ci looked at his close disciples and said, "Why do you always be so lazy? Don't learn from him, there are some things you can't learn."

Wu Zhuoru said helplessly: "I'm really sleepy ... Practice is too mentally exhausting. I don't use my free time to recuperate, do I still have to look at it?"

所以 "So you keep squinting your eyelids, and no one looks straight?"

Tamarix said with a slightly cold voice: "This time you go to Guocheng Temple, you should watch it when it's time to watch it. Don't read it wrong or miss it."

Wu Zhuoru was silent for a while and said, "The disciples obey."

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水月 庵 didn't know why and didn't send anyone. Yi Maozhai came to Yun Yiyun. He did not go to Yunmeng Mountain three years ago to participate in the reunion of the inquirers. It is said that at that time he was editing the works written in the fantasy world. This time he can come to Guocheng Temple and want to come. It is because the compilation has been completed and the realm has improved.

Two people were sent from Zhongzhou. Bai Qianjun's injuries were as good as possible. The cultivation during the Yuan infant period was more stable, but it was much quieter than that year. In addition, the disciple had a higher status than him, covering him with a hood. He held his head and walked straight ahead. When he passed the plaque on Guocheng Temple, the man stopped and watched for a moment before moving up again.

Zhuo Rushan came from Zhuo Qingshan instead of the first disciple to cross Nanshan because the young strongmen who had crossed Nanshan and Liangwang Peak had followed the division to Baicheng to support the imperial army in the direction of the snowfield. The Zhongzhou faction did not send Tong Yan to come, because Tong Yan ... was still digging underground.

He dug for several years in the dark ground, unknowingly digging through several mountains and rivers, and finally came to the depths of the ground vein.

Looking at the blue sky covered with ice and faintly shining a few miles ago, he found that he was several years earlier.

He miscalculated one thing. Everything in the world is familiar with it. Even burrowing can become familiar and become faster.

The dim light emitted by Qi Qingtianjian illuminates the cave deep in the ground vein, and also illuminates his face.

I don't know if the light is too weak or the ground is too dark, his raised eyebrows seem to be thicker than before.

The reason why he raised his eyebrows was incomprehensibility. Why did that coercion that had always been high suddenly disappeared? Where did Lord Kirin go?

According to the rules of the Zhongzhou school, as a town beast, Kirin must not leave Yunmeng Mountain.

This is also good, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered by Lord Kirin and then torn to pieces.

Thinking about these things, he walked to the Qingtianjian and found that the ice layer outside the Jian was about a few feet thick and looked like a huge glass cube. He reached for the surface of the ice, and found that the chill was so terrible that even he felt a bit of pain, and from the feel of the touch, the ice was extremely hard, but it was difficult to cut it off with a flying sword.

Haw felt his arrival, and there were several gleams of light in the Qingtianjian, which were refracted into strange light in the ice, and Qinger's figure gradually appeared.

Because of refraction, her figure is a bit distorted and very light, as if it might disappear at any time.

Seeing Tong Yan's face, Tong Qinger showed a surprise expression on his small face, and flung to the edge of the ice block, but could not come out any more, as if locked in it.

"Are you here to save me?"

Tong Tongyan looked at her calmly and said, "No."

Tong Qing'er looked at him wryly and said, "What are you doing here?"

Tong Tongyan said, "I heard your cry for help, so come here and ask what happened to you."

I heard Qing's cries for help in the Dongfu left in Luohuainan that year, and he quickly figured out many things.

Master Qi will not respond. If he wants to know what happened, he must come to Qingtianjian to ask questions.

So he started digging into the ground, digging endlessly for six years, and finally came here.

Wu Qinger said with a quivering voice, "I don't know how you came here, but you want to go through hardships, and you ... just to ask me a word?"

Tong Tongyan said, "Yes."

Can Qinger couldn't understand, looked at him and said, "The truth ... is that important?"

Tong Tongyan calmly said: "The chess pieces are only black and white, and color is very important to me, and I am practicing chess, and chess is the solution, and the solution is to find the answer."

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Being alive is a process of constantly finding answers.

But some people find that the problem is unsolved or the problem is too tired, so they choose to give up.

But there are still many people who are constantly looking for answers.

腊 Zhao Layue searched for many years, and finally found the answer that she wanted to know the most.

Tamarix has no problems when he is ten years old, so there is no need to find answers, except for those conflicts in his body.

There are only two questions for Kusui Jiu. Who has fumbled in the smoke disappearing clouds, and after he soared, he failed to cut off the cause and effect, and then the immortal body did not exist, and who attacked himself and knocked himself out of the dust. He has confirmed the answer to the latter, he is still looking for the former, but he already knows it.

Yin Yinsan is still looking for answers in the Buddhist scriptures. How can he perfectly unite the soul with this physical body?

There were gusts of wind in the Tongtong patio, which were dispelled by numerous runes of repression, and then scattered by the sea breeze.

In the mountains and forests not far away, the courtyard of Shuiyueyu is looming.

There is a round window in the deepest quiet room, facing the snow lake, the picture is very beautiful.

There is no wind here, and the light on the windowsill does not shake, but somehow it is still a little misty, as if it may go out at any time.

I spent the winter naming herself because she didn't like winter and wanted to pass quickly.

I may be because of this, she has been sleeping, her long eyelashes do not blink, and she only breathes once in a long time.

Xiao Qinglian coupe parked outside the quiet room, and Shui Yuezhang sat by the lake outside the window.

They looked at the lamp, the question in their hearts was, how long can you burn?

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Many people don't like winter. The only good thing is probably the fun and food during the New Year, and new clothes.

三 Three days before the Chinese New Year, people who came to attend the ceremonial tower ceremony have arrived at Guocheng Temple one after another.

Wu Zhuoru stood in the quiet garden, looking at the residual snow on the eaves, with a dignified expression, thinking that the East China Sea had become cold like this. What should the snowfield be like?

He Jingji watched him calmly and said, "You're still low, don't think about going north."

Wu Zhuoru thought about how you and Master could have an attitude and said, "Uncle Bai and Uncle Mo took the two brothers who had forgotten the peak to Baicheng. How could I be so happy to stay south?"

Sakai Nine said: "I didn't agree with the practice of forgetting the two peaks. There is really a big deal. Young disciples go to death."

Wu Zhuoru disagrees, saying, "Some things always have to be done."

Kusui Jiu said, "Wait until you get into the sea."

Bian Zhuoru thought about this logic after thinking about it. She looked weird and said, "Uncle, are you showing that you are optimistic about me?"

Kusui Jiu said, "Yes, it ’s okay for disciples like Jian Ruyun who want to take risks, but you have a bright future, so you should sacrifice your life."

Wu Zhuoru stared at his eyes and said, "What to do when the beast tide comes?"

"I've been here many times," said Jing Jingjiu calmly.

If you change to Liu ten years old or another two forgetful disciple, at this time you will continue to compete with Jing Jiu. Zhuo Rusui felt that what Master said to Jing Jiu seemed to have some truth. A genius like himself should stay at the most critical moment to turn the tide over and save the world from the fire and fire ...

Alas, and he was a little too lazy.

Hisai admired him probably also related to this.

"Uncle, I think the environment here is good, I live here."

Wu Zhuoru feels that the quiet garden is very quiet, much better than the guest house arranged by Guocheng Temple.

腊 Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Nowhere."

Sui Zhuoru suddenly lost her energy, turned around and walked outside, squinting her eyes and muttering, "Revenge, too revenge."

The next day, the crossing monk returned with several medical monks from Baicheng, and the Zen child remained there to sit down with Dao Sheng.

Xi Duhai Monk came to Jingyuan for the first time and told Jing Jiu about the situation in the snow field and asked him what he thought.

Kusui Jiuxin wondered why this kind of thing came to ask himself.

Xi Duhai Monk smiled, said nothing, and turned to leave.

During that night, Lu Guogong came.

The continuous visitors from the Jingjing Garden are really lively, as if the entire continent knew that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were hiding in Guocheng Temple to listen to the scriptures.

Lu Guogong knew Jing Jiu's temper, didn't say anything about the snowy field, and didn't talk about the situation in North Korea. He just talked about a few interesting things that happened to the Jing family-Jing Shang's duties in Taichang Temple were still idle Jingli entered the palace and was accompanied by Jingyao's prince, who practiced Qingshan exercises, but seemed to have encountered some minor problems in marriage.

I watched Jingjiu listen more carefully, and Lu Guogong was relieved, thinking that he was the right bet. In Liu Shishi's and Zhao Layue's perspective, Jing Jiu's words are much more than they were then, and the whole person is a lot more vivid. It ’s getting stronger and stronger, and the qi is getting heavier. They are really worried that Jing Jiu ignores the world, so how can these people who stay in the world live with themselves?

After the departure of Zhuolu Guoguo, Liu was ten years old and dragged the ground again, wiping all the footprints left by him and Zhuo Rusui.

Kusui Jiu said to him: "Tomorrow will be more lively, you avoid it, don't come over."

虽然 Although the number of people participating in the worship tower is small, it represents the Jing dynasty and various denominations. It may be inconvenient if people find that Liu, who was supposed to be in Qingshan Sword Prison, is here. Liu thought so at the age of ten and nodded.

Zhao Layue looked at Yan Jingjiu, knowing that it was not the reason.

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On the second day, the ceremonial tower officially started. The process of Yiying is not much different from that of folk tombs, except that the number of monks studying outside Jingjing Garden is relatively large.

Jiu Jingjiu would not participate in it. Sitting in the guest house deep in the Jingyuan Garden, listening to the sounds of the wind blowing from outside, looking at the white cricket blown by the cold wind, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

腊 Zhao Layue cooked a cup of tea for him and pushed him in front of him on the floor without saying anything to let him out.

He was eligible to enter Jingyuan, and only six people visited the little stone tower.

He was the Lu Guogong and the court official, Zhuo Rusui, Yun Yiyun, Bai Qianjun, and the Zhongzhou faction disciples wearing a cap.

The monk monk and the monk greeted him by the tower, watching the disciple from Zhongzhou actually still wearing a hat, which made him unhappy.

Yun Yiyun only knew this time that the original **** emperor really became a monk at Guocheng Temple, and was even buried here. He was shocked. I wonder if Guocheng Temple is so close to the royal family.

Looking at the expressions of the cross-sea monk and the monk, he turned his head and saw the Zhongzhou pie disciple wearing a veil, saying, "Take off your hat."

The monk at Luguocheng Temple was the owner's inconvenience to say something. He naturally wanted to speak, and Yi Maozhai always had this style of behavior.

Bai Qianjun looked at him and said in a cold voice, "You speak carefully."

Xi Yiyun looked at him calmly and said, "Are you sure you are awake? Do you still consider yourself an emperor?"

This is naturally a matter in the fantasy world of Qingtianjian.

Listening to this, Bai Qianjun's expression changed slightly, a little iron-blue.

He really did everything in the fantasy world of Qingtianjian, and finally became the co-owner of the world. Who knew that Xianyu fell into Jingjiu's hands.

This matter has become a legendary story in the monastic world, and he has naturally become the biggest joke.

Scholar Yi Maozhai is not a character of revenge, but he will never forget it. In the fantasy world, Qin Emperor slayed Yi Yiyun, slaughtered his gatekeepers, and banned his doctrine. Such deep hatred, even if he leaves the fantasy world, how can he forget the rules of the so-called question, where can he hold people's hearts.

At this moment, the Zhongzhou school disciple wearing a hooded hat slowly said, "Are you sure you are qualified to let me take off my hat?"

His voice is very good ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but the tone is a bit strange, just like a child who just learns to speak, not very proficient.

If Liu was ten years old at this time, he would remember Jingjiu who had just arrived in the small mountain village thirty years ago.

The most important thing is that the voice of this disciple from Zhongzhou seems to contain countless clouds and mists, and it is difficult to breathe from the ears into the heart.

Qi Yiyun's breath was slightly suffocated, knowing that the opponent's realm was surprisingly high, and he was far from being an opponent.

But he did not give up, watching the man firmly said: "The deceased is great! Not to mention that it was Her Majesty the Emperor!"

"It makes sense that the dead are always worthy of sympathy, but you have to remember that even the emperor is not qualified to let me take off my hat, let alone your junior!"

The disciple from Zhongzhou sent off his hat and looked at Yun Yiyun and drank.

Yi Yiyun's chest was stuffy, and if he was hit hard, he spit out blood.

The people in the Jingjing Garden looked at the face of the disciple from Zhongzhou and the two horns on his head, shocked and unable to speak.

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(Tomorrow I will return to the northeast, and I will be traveling on the road. I must write a lot less. If I break, I will say it in advance and report it to everyone.)

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