Jing Jiu led Liu Shisui out of the cell, heading toward the outside of the Sword Jail; but it wasn't the way they had come here.
As they came to the end of the passage, the stone gate opened slowly. Jing Jiu shot a glance at Liu Shisui, thinking that he had no idea what he had missed.
He had told Liu Shisui that he should think about it when the time came; it would be a waste to think about it in advance.
Jing Jiu had already thought everything through when he learned that the Meeting of Aoyama would be held.
Jing Jiu watched Liu Shisui enter the Sword Jail, hoping that he could meet the Dead Dog.
The energies in Liu Shisui's body were too complicated, and they conflicted with each other, making it very dangerous.
The Dead Dog could transform the filthiest and most complicated energy of the demons into the purest Daoist energy.
Besides the Old Dragon of the Zhongzhou School, the Dead Dog was the only one who could do it.
It was a pity that Liu Shisui didn't have such an opportunity, so he had no choice but to go to the Guocheng Temple.
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After leaving the Sword Jail, they arrived in the midst of the peaks.
The ocean of clouds was like a carpet, and the starlight was like the snow. The peaks stood quietly in the midst of the ocean of clouds; it was a beautiful scene.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Shisui asked, "Where are we?"
He had flown many times in Aoyama after he had learned how to ride the sword, and had seen all the sceneries of the peaks; but he had never seen anything like this.
"This is the hermit peaks," said Jing Jiu.
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In the early morning the next day, lying in the spacious carriage and looking at the clouds drifting away through the transparent glass on the roof of the carriage, Liu Shisui recalled what he had experienced last night, feeling a bit shocked. It turned out that one had to go through the Sword Jail to enter the hermit peaks. Did it mean that … the hermit peaks were the larger Sword Jail?
Xiao He pulled back her line of sight from the decorations in the carriage, and said with a hint of admiration, "It's only a carriage, but it's so extravagant. I wonder how much money the Gu Clan has made over the years. The Aoyama Sect is indeed the number one sect in the world; even a random clan can have such a reputation."
Liu Shisui replied casually, "Our Aoyama Sect is of course something. I heard that Young Master asked us to keep this carriage."
Xiao He made a sound of agreement and leaned against his side. She felt that this kind of life was really very happy.
Liu Shisui said, "Before this matter is over, I can't walk around as a disciple of Aoyama. There's not much use for you to follow me. "
He had always known why Xiao He was willing to follow him.
Xiao He hugged his arm tightly and said with a sweet smile, "You are the most useful person; otherwise, why would I insist on waiting for you to come out?"
She now roughly understood what Gu Qing meant by 'true'.
Liu Shisui smiled and said nothing.
The farther they were from Cloudy Town, the lighter the clouds outside the skylight became. Gradually, they could see the withered branches of the autumn trees and the gray sky.
All kinds of scenery kept changing before his eyes.
He thought about how this car had been parked in Cloudy Town for years, just waiting for Jing Jiu to take a ride …
Xiao He said sentimentally, "I really didn't know that Immortal Master Jing Jiu likes to enjoy life so much."
Liu Shisui said, "As I said, he's very lazy and doesn't like to ride on a sword. So of course, walking is not as comfortable as riding a carriage."
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A place that could be reached in one day by riding a sword or using the escape method would usually take dozens of days by riding a carriage. For a Cultivation practitioner, this was something unbearable. Therefore, no matter how comfortable the carriage of the Gu Clan was, Liu Shisui and Xiao He couldn't stand it for the last few days.
One early morning, seeing the crops in the farmland by the road, Liu Shisui was surprised that the rice was growing so well. Looking carefully, he found that the farmland was full of fertile black soil. Only then did he realize that they had arrived at Moqiu. After the carriage traveled for a few more hours, he finally saw the yellow walls and clean tiles in the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of the letter, the reception monk of the Guocheng Temple didn't stop them. He took the carriage directly into the depths of the temple with great courtesy. Then, he said to Liu Shisui, "The Zen Master has been practicing in seclusion all year round and rarely sees visitors. So, we can only wait and see what he will say after the letter is delivered."
In a quiet meditation room in the depths of the temple, the Zen Master looked at the pile of thin sticks on the table in Silence. His expression was extremely serious and focused. He didn't move for a long time, not even blinking his eyes. He just rubbed his bare feet from time to time under his monk robe, looking very cute.
Taking the letter from the reception monk, Shen Lian was a little surprised when he saw the signature on it. He opened the envelope and saw the signature on the paper. He was silent for a long time, thinking, "Zhao Layue, we don't have any friendship, so why did you write this letter?" After reading the contents of the letter, he shook his head repeatedly, feeling that it was ridiculous.
"If I help you settle this matter, I will be even with the Shenmo Peak?"
"What kind of attitude is this … do I owe the Shenmo Peak anything?"
"Hmm, it seems that I owed you some favors before, but I have already paid them off."
Zen Master's line of sight continued moving down to the second last paragraph of the letter.
"In the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting that year, Zen Master's decisiveness saved many people, but we have told you in advance that this matter is still … you are too slow."
This was what Zhao Layue had written.
Reading this paragraph, the expression on Zen Master's face faded, and he fell silent for a long time.
Yes, he was too slow.
If he had ordered the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting to stop immediately after learning about the conjecture of the Aoyama Sect, instead of thinking about it that night, many young disciples would still be alive.
Over the years, he had reflected on this matter the most.
"It does sound like an old acquaintance … Invite that young friend to come in."
Zen Master raised his eyebrows and said to the reception monk.
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Liu Shisui walked into the meditation room, and Xiao He stayed in the carriage. Not all the vixens were as lucky as Royal Concubine Hu in the Royal Palace.
Zen Master had a high and honorable status in the Cultivation world and even in the human world. It was a great fortune to meet him.
Only a certain person of the Shenmo Peak would treat him so casually and understand him so well.
Zen Master had remarked earlier that Zhao Layue had the demeanor of an old acquaintance, but he didn't know that this letter was written by an old acquaintance and written by Zhao Layue.
Liu Shisui didn't know the story between Jing Jiu and Zen Master, so he felt a bit nervous.
He had met the Sect Master of Aoyama and was familiar with the important figures like Xiwang Sun, but Zen Master was different.
Zen Master took a look at him and compared it with the content of the letter, and found out where the problem was. He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that it was indeed troublesome.
He reached out his hand and grabbed hundreds of golden amulets from the empty air, and then imprinted them on the silk cloth he had prepared earlier.
Liu Shisui took the silk cloth, still in a state of shock.
"You have done a great service to the orthodox sects in the matter of Bulao Lin, so it's only right that I help you."
Zen Master looked at him and said with a serious expression, "But how much you can learn depends on your own comprehension."
Liu Shisui looked at the silk cloth and found that the first four words were "As I Have Heard". He was even more surprised, thinking that this was the true script of the Zen sects of the Guocheng Temple that was not taught to outsiders.
He knew that Senior Grandmaster Jingyang and Zen Master were half teacher and half friend, but this generous gift … What kind of person was the Young Master?
He forced himself to calm down, thanked Zen Master sincerely, and was ready to leave.
Just as he was about to step over the threshold of the meditation room, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Zen Master, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "It's not convenient for me to …"
"I know you can't let others know, so I'll make them shut up."
Zen Master said expressionlessly, "What Guocheng Temple is best at is silent meditation."
Liu Shisui left the meditation room.
Zen Master's gaze fell on the letter again, and this time he read the last paragraph.
"Why does a swordsman of Aoyama want to learn silent meditation?"
He thought that this request of Zhao Layue was really absurd, so he didn't pay attention to it.
Liu Shisui's figure gradually disappeared over the pagoda forest, and a carriage could be vaguely seen.
Zen Master looked in that direction and shook his head, thinking that the Qi in this little fellow's body was really too chaotic. It would be very difficult to completely dispel it with just the Buddhist dharma.
If one were to send a Buddha to the west, one had to strive for complete success. Perhaps he would even need to send a letter to Yimaozhai.
Then he looked at the letter again.
This letter was very simple.
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