The night deepened.
Although the door to the main hall was open, the room was already dark. An incense stick in the tiny three-legged incense burner became exceptionally eye-catching in the darkness.
The old monk Hui Ming, who was facing the door, had a shadow covering most of his face. He exuded a lingering aura of old age.
He looked like an ordinary old man approaching the end of his lifespan, about to close his eyes and die at any moment.
To an esteemed monk of the Buddhist sect, such an ordinary person seemed even more extraordinary.
Even after joining the sect for so long, Gao Zhengyang did not see anything special about Hui Ming.
Gao Zhengyang adjusted his eyesight slightly, and the dark room brightened up again. Under normal circumstances, Gao Zhengyang preferred to enjoy the feeling of a normal person, enjoying the cycle of day and night.
Right now, his senses were too sharp, and he needed to control them. Hence, he would only open his senses when he needed them.
Hui Ming seemed oblivious to Gao Zhengyang's changes. He continued to lower his head and squint his eyes. The prayer beads in his hand spun slowly. It was unknown if he was in a daze or thinking.
Shi Lian, who was outside, had just left. The little monk, Yuan Zhen, was still busying himself in and out of the wing room. Yuan Zhen's round face showed some excitement, and he was in high spirits.
It was clear that Yuan Zhen welcomed Xiao Chen's arrival.
Gao Zhengyang was also considering how much money he should pay. Clearly, Hui Ming was not joking when he asked for money.
Ever since humans learned to use money as a medium of exchange, money became one of the most important things in the world.
With his previous life's experience, Gao Zhengyang knew the importance of money. Even if he was a little handsome, no one would impart his skills to him without any reason.
It was only natural for him to pay. Gao Zhengyang was not afraid of paying. He had hundreds of thousands of gold taels and a treasure like the Black Cloud Gold. He could be said to be rich. The main thing was that he did not know how much was appropriate.
Hui Ming was greedy, but his clothes were shabby, and the Heavenly Horse Temple was a rundown temple. If Hui Ming really liked money, he would not be in such a miserable state.
However, Hui Ming said very clearly that he would get what he paid for.
Gao Zhengyang thought for a moment, and finally took out several large gold ingots from his bag. There were more than a hundred taels of gold in total, and placed them in front of Huiming.
"This is a small token of my appreciation," Gao Zhengyang said politely and straightforwardly. He didn't say anything about the Golden Body or the money for the sesame oil.
The old monk lifted his eyelids and glanced at the gold. "You're quite rich." Hui Ming's tone was indifferent, and one could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
Gao Zhengyang smiled and didn't say anything. He still didn't know Huiming's temper, so it was better not to say too much at this time.
"You must be tired from the journey. Rest early." The old monk waved his hand and closed his eyes.
Gao Zhengyang put his palms together, nodded, and left the room.
"Senior Brother, this way please …" Yuan Zhen called out warmly when he saw Gao Zhengyang come out.
Yuan Zhen knew that Gao Zhengyang was here to learn from him, so he naturally addressed him as Senior Brother.
The west wing was very small. There was only one bedroom, and there was a small front hall at the entrance. There was a table, chairs, and a Buddha statue.
The room had a slightly moldy smell. No one had lived here for a long time, so the room was somewhat damp.
The bedding was somewhat tattered. Fortunately, it was still clean.
Actually, Gao Zhengyang was not picky about food and lodging. The room was small, but it was clean enough. However, the ceiling was too low. When he stood up straight, his head nearly hit the ceiling.
Yuan Zhen said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wukong, I'm in the opposite wing. Just call me if you need anything. "
"Alright, I'll definitely come to you for help if I need anything." Gao Zhengyang took out a few short bamboo tubes from his bag and handed them to Yuan Zhen. "These are the candies sold in the Zhao Family's garden. They taste pretty good."
Yuan Zhen's large eyes immediately lit up. He was still young, and this was the time when he was gluttonous. Furthermore, Hui Ming was not allowed to eat meat, so he craved it all day long. He had no resistance to snacks like candies.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Yuan Zhen did not stand on ceremony, thanking Wukong happily. Yuan Zhen ran out excitedly while carrying the bamboo tubes containing candies.
Soon, Yuan Zhen ran over again and fetched a bucket of hot water for Gao Zhengyang.
Hot water was good stuff. Gao Zhengyang washed his head and face before washing his feet. Then, he relaxed and lay down on the bed.
For some reason, the unfamiliar environment of the Heavenly Horse Temple made him feel strangely relaxed.
This was the first time Gao Zhengyang felt so relaxed since he reincarnated into this world a few years ago.
This feeling was like an old man enjoying his old age, no longer having any worries in his heart, feeling calm and peaceful.
After Gao Zhengyang did his routine homework and practiced the Dragon Emperor's Nine Transformations, he fell asleep peacefully.
When he opened his eyes again, the yellow paper on the window had already turned white.
Gao Zhengyang slowly sat up, appearing somewhat at a loss, not knowing what to do.
All along, Xiao Chen had been either practicing martial arts or fighting. He was like a machine operating at full speed, never idle. Even if his body was idle, his mind would always be preoccupied.
It was unlike now, where he had nothing to do.
After Gao Zhengyang lay down for a while, he heard Yuan Zhen, who was across from him, wake up.
"Ha! Ha!" Yuan Zhen started practicing his Fist Technique in the small courtyard.
This Fist Technique's moves were very simple, consisting of only ten moves back and forth. However, Yuan Zhen practiced very seriously, "Ha … Ha … Ha … Ha …" for about an hour.
Gao Zhengyang watched quietly at the side. The Fist Technique was simple, but it contained a righteous aura. Clearly, this was a Fist Technique that worked from the outside to the inside.
Although it was not very profound, it was like the Divine Soldier Art, a foundational Fist Technique that had been thoroughly tempered. It might not be able to reach the Heaven Rank, but it was most suitable for beginners.
Yuan Zhen's cultivation was also very weak, only at Rank 2. However, he was full of youthful vigor. When he practiced his Fist Technique, he looked very vigorous and vigorous. When he practiced his Fist Technique, his skin glowed faintly. This showed his strong body.
After Yuan Zhen finished practicing his Fist Technique, he picked up a broom and started sweeping the courtyard. While she was cleaning, her little mouth was still reciting scriptures. "Thus I hear …"
Only then did Gao Zhengyang go out and greet Yuan Zhen. "Junior Brother, you are up early."
"Good morning, Senior Brother." Yuan Zhen quickly pressed his palms together in greeting. Yuan Zhen was young and liked to joke. However, he was very serious when it came to etiquette.
"Let me help you," Gao Zhengyang said with a smile.
"Senior Brother is a guest. How can I let Senior Brother do the work?" Yuan Zhen said politely.
"I will be staying here in the future. I am not considered a guest."
When Yuan Zhen saw Gao Zhengyang's sincerity, he hesitated for a while before saying, "Alright, you clean the courtyard. I'll tidy up the main hall …"
The Heavenly Horse Temple was not large, but it was not easy to clean it from top to bottom. Even with Gao Zhengyang's help, Yuan Zhen spent the entire morning before he finished.
At noon, Yuan Zhen became the cook again. It was a simple dish of vegetables and rice. There was almost no oil.
Yuan Zhen ate four bowls of rice before putting down the bowl, feeling like he had not had enough.
Hui Ming barely ate anything. Gao Zhengyang saw that he only drank some water.
After lunch, Hui Ming did not speak to Gao Zhengyang. He returned to the main hall and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed to rest.
After noon, two old grannies finally came to offer incense and pray to Buddha. The old grannies knelt in front of the Buddha statue and muttered for a while before leaving. No one tried to strike up a conversation with Hui Ming.
In the afternoon, it became more lively. Some women brought their children to pray to Buddha. Occasionally, people would ask Hui Ming to treat them. Hui Ming only gave them a simple look. Hui Ming looked like he had some medical skills but was not very proficient. He could only make some general suggestions.
The devotees who came and went were all curious about Gao Zhengyang. Compared to the dilapidated Heavenly Horse Temple, Gao Zhengyang's spotless White Lunar Monk Robes and his otherworldly aura seemed very out of place.
However, to these ordinary people, no matter how outstanding Gao Zhengyang's aura was, they did not think much of it. At most, they would give him a few more glances.
After dinner, Yuan Zhen closed the door, marking the end of the day.
Hui Ming did not look for Gao Zhengyang, as if he had forgotten about him.
Gao Zhengyang did not look for Hui Ming again. He had only been here for a day. There was no need to rush.
Furthermore, although this day was simple and ordinary, it made him feel satisfied and fulfilled.
The next day, Yuan Zhen's shouts woke Gao Zhengyang up.
Then, with almost the same steps and rhythm as the day before, another ordinary day had passed.
The third day was the same. The fourth day … the fifth day …
"Senior Brother, it's snowing …" Yuan Zhen shouted happily as he pointed at the falling snowflakes.
Gao Zhengyang, who was sitting at the door, nodded. The sudden snow reminded him of the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range. It was almost December. The Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range had long been sealed off by the snow.
Time passed really quickly. Unknowingly, Xiao Chen had already been in the Heavenly Horse Temple for more than two months.
In these two months, Hui Ming had not taught him anything. Gao Zhengyang also did not specially ask for guidance. He had not even played with the four-winged golden snake.
To Gao Zhengyang, the peace and tranquility of the Heavenly Horse Temple was the best teacher.
In his previous life and this life, what he lacked the most was tranquility and tranquility.
He was always working harder, always climbing higher peaks. Gao Zhengyang had times to rest, but his heart would never rest.
If one wanted to be strong, one had to pay the price. Gao Zhengyang did not feel that there was anything wrong with him. Even when he looked back now, he did not feel that there was anything wrong with him.
He wanted to enjoy peace and tranquility, but he also wanted to be all-powerful. There was no such thing in the world.
He could enjoy peace and tranquility now because he had been working hard.
It was like the story of a famous fisherman and a rich man in his previous life.
The fisherman did not need to travel and could enjoy the sea, the beach, and the sun like the rich man.
It was beautiful. However, what could he do without the sun?
The rich man could go anywhere in the world to enjoy the sun. How could the fisherman be so leisurely when there was no sun and no food?
Gao Zhengyang firmly believed that he had to rely on his own hands to obtain everything. However, ever since he had been reborn, he had walked too fast and used too much force.
The Pegasus Temple allowed him to calm down and stabilize.
Just like a sharp sword, one could not blindly sharpen its edge. It needed reasonable maintenance.
The ordinary life in the Pegasus Temple, from sleeping and eating to washing and sweeping the floor, permeated into Gao Zhengyang's heart in all aspects, polishing his edge and killing intent, making him mellow and at ease.
There was no earth-shattering grandeur, no life-or-death cruelty. Gao Zhengyang liked this feeling.
Chanting sutras, offering incense, cooking, cleaning, every little thing was simple, but meaningful. It was ordinary and fulfilling.
This was cultivation, this was accumulation.
Gao Zhengyang reached out and took a snowflake. He was like this cold winter now, his vitality restrained, accumulating strength. He was waiting for spring to bloom again.
Yuan Zhen could not stand the cold and ran back to his room to rest early. Gao Zhengyang was still sitting alone in front of the door, quietly admiring the snow.
The snowflakes dancing in the sky reminded Gao Zhengyang of Yue Qingxue.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed. He wondered how she was doing.
After entering the center of power in the Empire, life might be luxurious. However, there were open spears and hidden arrows everywhere. If he was not careful, he would die without a burial place.
In comparison, he was relaxed in the Pegasus Temple. The two could not be compared.
As Gao Zhengyang was thinking, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look. He saw that the old monk, Wu Xiang, had entered the courtyard. He was sizing him up with a smile.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master." Gao Zhengyang hurriedly stood up and greeted.
Wu Xiang said with slight approval, "You are much better than a year ago."
A year ago, Gao Zhengyang's brows were sharp and piercing. That domineering aura made people feel uneasy. Even if he tried to hide it, he could not hide it from people with discerning eyes.
Now, Gao Zhengyang's sharpness and domineering aura were all retracted. He was like a sword in a sheath, no longer giving people a dangerous feeling.
This made Wu Xiang very gratified. This disciple of Jue Mie was much more perceptive than Jue Mie.
"Senior Brother Wu Xiang is here, why don't you come in?" Huiming's low and somewhat dry voice suddenly sounded.
"I was about to disturb Senior Brother." Wu Xiang said and nodded to Gao Zhengyang, "Come in and talk."
Gao Zhengyang followed behind Wu Xiang and entered the main room.
Seeing Wu Xiang come in, Huiming flicked his sleeves and a cushion slid to Wu Xiang's feet. "Sit."
Huiming's tone was a little impolite, but it also revealed a sense of unrestrained intimacy.
Wu Xiang did not mind. He smiled and sat down cross-legged.
"Senior Brother, have you always been well?"
"Still breathing."
Huiming's answer sounded rather sharp, but his tone was indifferent, without any sarcasm. Instead, it was like he was calmly stating a fact. Those who heard it felt their hearts sink.
Wu Xiang sighed softly, "It's all because Junior Brother was careless and harmed Senior Brother."
"Why talk about this now?" Huiming said indifferently, "Jue Mie died first, and I won. Haha … "
As Huiming spoke, he even grinned and laughed.
Gao Zhengyang frowned slightly. This old monk turned out to be Jue Mie's enemy, which made him a little unhappy. Why did Wu Xiang arrange for him to learn from Huiming!
Gao Zhengyang's behavior seemed rough, but he was not impetuous when it was time to be calm. Although he was unhappy, he did not speak.
Wu Xiang glanced at Gao Zhengyang and said to Huiming, "That's a grudge from a hundred years ago, Senior Brother is too persistent."
Huiming said indifferently, "If I was persistent, I would have killed this kid with a punch!"
When Huiming said this, Gao Zhengyang immediately felt a fatal crisis. The Dragon Emperor's Soul Essence in the Divine Palace suddenly shook. The Dragon Emperor's Halberd and Blood God Flag also responded. If it wasn't for his superb willpower and forcefully suppressing all his reactions, he would have already made a move.
It wasn't that his reaction was too intense, but the aura that Huiming revealed when he spoke made him feel the fear of destruction.
Wu Xiang glanced at Gao Zhengyang, his gentle eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his Divine Palace, washing away all his fear and comrades. Only then did Gao Zhengyang's tense body relax.
"It's because I know Senior Brother's temperament that Junior Brother sent Wukong over."
Wu Xiang said sternly, "The great calamity of heaven and earth is coming, but our Buddhism has no successor. Senior Brother, it's meaningless to talk about what happened in the past. Wukong is extremely talented, and he is the only successor of the Heart Buddha Sect. Senior Brother taught him the secret method, and it can also put an end to the grudge between the two sects. "
Huiming's eyes were indifferent and distant, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Only then did Gao Zhengyang understand that Huiming and Jue Mie had a grudge.
Jue Mie's enemies were nothing, but the terrifying thing was that the other party could casually slap him to death.
Gao Zhengyang looked at Wu Xiang with some lingering fear. This old man looked quite reliable, but who knew that he was also a fraud!
"Splitting up sects can allow Buddhism to maintain a strong vitality and seek for new changes. However, the great calamity of the epoch, the entire human race may be destroyed. It's too ridiculous to separate into sects and factions! "
Wu Xiang said sternly, "In the face of such a major event, all personal grudges and the rise and fall of sects are not worth mentioning. There are many people in Buddhism who can only see their own interests, but they are too lazy to even think about tomorrow. These conservative and stubborn people were destined to become flying ashes. Everything that they value will also be buried with them. Senior Brother, you are knowledgeable, you can't not understand this logic, right? "
Wu Xiang's voice was not loud, and his tone was very calm. However, his raised white eyebrows had a domineering aura that commanded everyone in the world to dare to disobey. Like the sun rising, like the great river flowing east, that kind of vast and grand momentum like the rotation of Heavenly Dao was not forceful, but there was no power that could defy it.
The skinny Hui Ming's performance was abnormally unyielding, like a mountain, unshakable no matter how the four seasons changed and the sun and moon changed.
Although the target of the questioning was not Gao Zhengyang, sandwiched between the two Tier 9 powerhouses, Gao Zhengyang was almost out of breath from the pressure.
The two Tier 9 powerhouses did not have the intention of making a move, and did not deliberately release their auras. The difference in ideology caused the two powerhouses' divine intent auras to resist each other, like two mountains colliding with each other.
To the mountains, this was just a small friction. But Gao Zhengyang was sandwiched in the middle, practically about to be crushed to death by the two mountains.
Gao Zhengyang's Dragon Emperor Soul Essence shrunk into a small ball, like a small earthworm, no longer having a trace of the might of a divine dragon sweeping the nine heavens.
The incomparably tyrannical body displayed the standard that it should have at this time. It allowed Gao Zhengyang to stand there steadily, not showing a trace of embarrassment.
"His body is indeed tyrannical." Hui Ming's dark and thin old face flashed a complicated expression, and he said with some emotion.
Wu Xiang's raised eyebrows slowly lowered, "Senior Brother is wise, Wukong is the most suitable person to inherit our sect's martial arts."
"Physical talent is very important, but it has never been the most important."
Hui Ming said slowly, "His murderous aura is too heavy, and he has no Zen heart."
"Prejudice. His innate talent and comprehension ability are unparalleled in this generation! "
Hui Ming laughed, Wu Xiang's words were too exaggerated! The great calamity of the era, the changes in the world, also made this generation of youngsters exceptionally outstanding.
A Heaven Stage in his teens was certainly rare. But in the entire Buddhist sect, there were more than a hundred of them. In terms of comprehension of Dharma, Gao Zhengyang was even weaker.
Gao Zhengyang was very good, but to say that he was unparalleled would be too ridiculous.
Wu Xiang also laughed, and said, "Senior Brother, Gao Zhengyang has stayed with you for two months, have you really seen him clearly?"
Hui Ming ignored Wu Xiang, and said to Gao Zhengyang, "What have you learned in these two months?"
Debating and discussing Zen was a tradition of Buddhism. Often, a few words could see a person's talent and tolerance.
Hui Ming asked casually, but Gao Zhengyang did not want to answer casually. It was true that Hui Ming was Jue Mie's enemy, but the more so, the more Gao Zhengyang wanted to get the secret method. Presumably, Jue Mie would be gratified if he knew, and Wu Xiang's painstaking efforts would not be in vain.
Gao Zhengyang thought of a very classic Buddhist story, and said seriously, "I learned cultivation."
"How to cultivate?" Hui Ming continued to ask.
"Cultivation is to sleep when tired, and eat when hungry."
It was a simple sentence, but it was like a great bell, the sound of thunder, causing Hui Ming's martial spirit to tremble.
He had cultivated in Pegasus Temple for thirty years, and this was his path. But it was said by a young man who had only been in Pegasus Temple for two months.
Hui Ming's half-squinted eyes opened at once, and his skinny old face showed a shocked expression.
Wu Xiang's expression also changed, and there was some surprise in his eyes. Gao Zhengyang's answer was much more brilliant than he had imagined.
"What kind of cultivation is this? In that case, everyone is cultivating. " Wu Xiang was not reconciled, he felt that Gao Zhengyang's casual words might not even be able to understand the meaning.
"When others are hungry, they think in a hundred ways, and when they are sleepy, they calculate in a thousand ways. So, I am cultivating, they are not … "
Hui Ming was speechless, Gao Zhengyang's explanation was more thorough and clear, far better than him.
He had comprehended for a lifetime, but it was not as good as the young man's words. Hui Ming was deeply hurt by Gao Zhengyang.
The sun and the moon changed, majestic and unshakable.
Although the object of the question was not Gao Zhengyang, being sandwiched between the two Rank Nine experts, Gao Zhengyang was almost out of breath from the pressure.
The two Rank Nine experts did not have the intention to make a move, nor did they deliberately release their aura. The difference in philosophy caused the two experts' aura to resist each other, like two mountains colliding with each other.
For the mountains, this was just a small friction. But Gao Zhengyang was sandwiched in the middle, and was almost crushed to death by the two mountains.
Gao Zhengyang's Dragon Emperor Soul Essence shrunk into a small ball, like a small earthworm, and no longer had a trace of the divine dragon roaming the Nine Heavens.
The incomparably tyrannical body, at this time, displayed the standard it should have. It allowed Gao Zhengyang to stand there steadily, without a trace of embarrassment.
"His body is indeed tyrannical." Hui Ming's dark and skinny old face flashed a complicated look, and he sighed.
Wu Xiang's raised eyebrows slowly lowered, "Senior Brother, please understand, Goku is the most suitable person to inherit our sect's martial arts."
"Physical talent is very important, but it has never been the most important."
Hui Ming slowly said, "His murderous aura is too heavy, and he has no Zen heart."
"Prejudice. His innate talent and comprehension ability are unparalleled in this generation! "
Hui Ming laughed, Wu Xiang's words were too exaggerated! The great calamity of the era, the changes in the world, also made this generation's young people exceptionally outstanding.
Although it was rare to see a Heaven Stage in their teens. But in the entire Buddhist sect, there were a hundred of them. In terms of Buddhist comprehension, Gao Zhengyang was even weaker.
Gao Zhengyang was very good, but to say that no one could compare to him was too ridiculous.
Wu Xiang also laughed, and said, "Senior Brother, Gao Zhengyang has been here for two months, have you really seen him clearly?"
Hui Ming ignored Wu Xiang, and said to Gao Zhengyang, "What have you learned in these two months?"
Debating and discussing Zen was a Buddhist tradition. Often, with a few words, one could see a person's talent and tolerance.
Hui Ming asked casually, but Gao Zhengyang didn't want to answer casually. It was true that Hui Ming was Jue Mie's enemy, but the more it was so, the more Gao Zhengyang wanted to get his hands on the secret technique. Presumably, Jue Mie would be gratified if he knew, and Wu Xiang's painstaking efforts would not be in vain.
Gao Zhengyang thought of a very classic Buddhist story, and said seriously, "I learned to cultivate."
"How do you cultivate?" Hui Ming continued to ask.
"Cultivate is to sleep when you are tired, and eat when you are hungry."
It was a simple sentence, but it was like a great bell, the sound of thunder, causing Hui Ming's martial spirit to tremble.
He had cultivated in Pegasus Temple for thirty years, and this was his Dao. But it was said by a young man who had only been in Pegasus Temple for two months.
Hui Ming's half-squinted eyes opened at once, and his skinny old face showed a shocked expression.
Wu Xiang's expression also changed, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise. Gao Zhengyang's answer was much more brilliant than he had imagined.
"What kind of cultivation is this? In that case, everyone is cultivating. " Wu Xiang was not reconciled, he felt that Gao Zhengyang's casual words might not even be able to understand the meaning behind it.
"When others are hungry, they think in a hundred ways, when they are sleepy, they calculate in a thousand ways. So, I am cultivating, they are not … "
Hui Ming was speechless, Gao Zhengyang's explanation was more thorough and clear, far better than him.
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