Looking at the ordinary-looking small stone pagoda, Zhao Layue wondered who would know that the Emperor of the previous generation was buried in it.
Jing Jiu said, "He liked to live a simple life since he was a child. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have been the emperor in Zhaoge City for so many years."
Zhao Layue lifted her head and asked Jing Jiu, "Is he the friend you are looking for?"
At the Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu had said that his friend was already dead.
Jing Jiu said, "Though it's not accurate, he has always been more like a friend to me."
Zhao Layue fixed her gaze on Jing Jiu's clenched left hand, asking, "How can he help you?"
"I haven't come here often, but every time I come, it's the most peaceful place."
Looking at the stone pagoda, Jing Jiu had a calm expression in his eyes; it was unclear whether it was a shallow feeling or a deep affection.
The most difficult part of tempering the Fairy Book was not the powerful fairy energy, but the fairy awareness left by Bai Ren.
The true fairy awareness couldn't be destroyed by the magic methods of the human world; it would infect the Dao Heart like the spring rain on the night and the candlelight on the beam.
Both the Dao Heart and the Zen Heart were hearts; only when one's heart was as tranquil as the water could one resist the infection.
This small stone pagoda, the setting sun in the pagoda forest, the ancient temple illuminated by the setting sun, the morning bell and evening drum in the temple, and the recitation of scripts in the rustling pines could help Jing Jiu calm his heart, and then lead the fairy awareness to the place of quietude.
This was the reason Jing Jiu came to the Guocheng Temple.
The white cat woke up and opened his eyes, looking around the quiet courtyard, feeling a bit perplexed and nervous.
He lifted his head and sniffed the air; it was unclear what he smelled, but he gradually calmed down and climbed down from Jing Jiu's body.
He didn't jump back into Zhao Layue's bosom; instead, he walked slowly to the futon in front of the small stone pagoda, curled himself into a circle, closed his eyes, and entered the sweet dreamland again.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Layue said after a moment of silence, "In fact, I've always thought tempering the Fairy Book was impossible; but I have some confidence now."
"How is your Cultivation state now?" Jing Jiu asked.
Zhao Layue said, "Not far from the middle state of Free Travel."
Jing Jiu said, "It's not a good thing to be too fast. I'd better settle down first and listen to the scripts for a few years at the Fruit Formation Temple."
In Jing Jiu's mind, Little Layue's Cultivation state was close to his, "too fast" was too fast.
If it were something else, Zhao Layue would definitely listen to him, but not this time. She pressed her lips together stubbornly, not willing to make a sound.
Before she entered the Green Mountain Sect, she had regarded Grandmaster Jing Yang as her idol and goal to pursue. She regretted that she couldn't live in the same era as such an unparalleled genius. Now that she had such an opportunity, she couldn't let it go.
Jing Jiu knew what was on the young girl's mind. He reached out his hand and rubbed her head, saying, "The scripts of the Zen sects are quite interesting. Liu Shisui has already learned them. You should learn this lesson first; it will be beneficial for you."
Perhaps it was because his calm voice was very persuasive, or maybe it was because his hand was very warm, Zhao Layue finally agreed. "When are we going to visit Liu Shisui?" she asked.
Jing Jiu didn't understand. He had just met Shisui on the Cloud-Dream Mountain not long ago, and he had told her everything he needed to know. Why would she visit him?
Seeing his expression, Zhao Layue was certain that he was still the same guy who didn't care about worldly affairs and couldn't deal with worldly affairs. His words and the temperament he exuded were all fake. "His home is in the Guocheng Temple," she said indignantly. "Now that we are here, of course we should visit him."
"The ways of the world are not important, but it is you who sent Liu Shisui to the Guocheng Temple. If you don't visit him, how sad will he be when he finds out?"
Jing Jiu understood what she meant after some thought. "I don't know where he lives," he said.
"I know," Zhao Layue said seriously while staring into his eyes.
It was Gu Qing who was in charge of communicating with Liu Shisui in Shenmo Peak, and it was Gu Qing who delivered the vegetables to the vegetable garden. Before she left Shenmo Peak, it was Gu Qing who told her the address of the vegetable garden and reminded her to remind Jing Jiu to visit it.
In other words, without Gu Qing, she would have forgotten about it, and she wouldn't be qualified to instruct Jing Jiu. Of course, she wouldn't tell Jing Jiu about it.
…
…
The arrival of Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu at the same time alerted the important figures in the Guocheng Temple. Jing Jiu didn't want to deal with these affairs, and he thought that Zhao Layue didn't want to, either. As such, he entrusted these affairs to Monk Dachang.
Monk Dachang was the vice chancellor of Taichang Temple in Zhaoge City. He had served the Emperor all his life and lived in the Guocheng Temple for three hundred years, so it was easy for him to deal with these affairs.
Every year, a state duke would come to Zhaoge City to fulfill the vow on behalf of the Emperor, and they would live in the temple with the corresponding wooden boards for easy access.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue came out of the Guocheng Temple with two wooden boards in their hands, and came to the foot of the cliff outside the side gate.
The sunlight was not warm in winter, and there weren't many green vegetables in the vegetable garden. It looked a bit barren.
Standing on the cliff and looking at the vegetable garden, Jing Jiu thought this place was not so good, and even the few clusters of bamboos didn't look vigorous. He wondered why Liu Shisui didn't want to go to Yimaozhai.
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…
The winter sun couldn't warm the body, but it could warm the heart. Liu Shisui sat on the bench in front of the door, reading the script, and Xiao He was embroidering shoes for him.
Seeing Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walking in, Liu Shisui felt surprised, but he felt more puzzled. He was fully aware that his Young Master was so lazy that he wouldn't come to the Guocheng Temple to see him, not to mention that they had just met a few days ago, and they had spent so many years together in the Illusionary Realm in the Royal Palace.
Xiao He was startled, and she didn't even notice that her finger was pricked by the needle. She hurriedly stood up and bowed to Jing Jiu, and then to Zhao Layue. According to the order of the Shenmo Peak, Zhao Layue was the Peak Lord, so she should be in the first place, and Xiao He should bow to her first. But Xiao He was scared just by looking at Jing Jiu, so she didn't think about it.
They didn't need to drink wine to welcome the guests, but they needed to have a meal when relatives came.
The table was full of good dishes, and it was extremely sumptuous.
Jing Jiu didn't eat, and he casually picked up the green bamboo shoots from the pickled vegetables. He felt it was still a bit sour, so he put down the chopsticks.
Xiao He couldn't help but feel a bit resentful when she saw his action. She didn't feel better until Zhao Layue ate a whole stewed fish.
After the meal, Xiao He went out to get new tea for them. Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "Why don't you want to go to Yimaozhai?"
This was the second time he asked this question.
Liu Shisui lowered his head, saying nothing.
Thinking of Zhao Layue's unwillingness to accept his invitation in front of the small stone pagoda, Jing Jiu couldn't help but feel helpless, wondering why she was so stubborn.
Zhao Layue got up and walked out of the room, leading Xiao He to a place far away so they wouldn't disturb the conversation between the master and the servant.
"I won't tell anybody."
Jing Jiu made a promise.
This was a rare behavior for Jing Jiu.
Liu Shisui got up and took out a case from a secret passage in a corner of the room.
There was a fan and a pen in the case.
Looking at the fan, Jing Jiu said, "It's ordinary."
Then, he looked at the pen and said with a grave expression, "It's not bad."
It must be a powerful magic treasure in Chaotian if it could be evaluated by Jing Jiu as "not bad".
A buzzing sound suddenly broke out in the room.
There were no mosquitoes in winter; who was making the buzzing sound?
Liu Shisui suddenly raised his hand helplessly, because it was not his will.
The silvery sword bracelet on his wrist vibrated at a high speed, and the sound came from there.
The silvery sword bracelet buzzed like Liu Ada's meowing, reminding Jing Jiu to look at me, look at me.
Thinking of the Green Sky Mirror in the Zhongzhou School, Jing Jiu was dissatisfied with it. "Shut up," he said.
Liu Shisui put down his hand slowly. The Lone Sword didn't dare make another sound. The atmosphere in the room was full of resentment.
Jing Jiu fixed his gaze on Jing Jiu's face and said, "Tell me."
"A few years ago, a state duke came to the Guocheng Temple to fulfill the vow on behalf of the Emperor. I got acquainted with an official and learned that Mister Yan was a traitor of Yimaozhai. I heard that he stole the Pen of the Guard City when he betrayed the Study House and was pursued by the scholars of the Study House. But I don't think it's that simple. I don't know if Mister Yan is a good person, but I'm certain that he is a warm-hearted person; otherwise, he wouldn't have died to save me …"
Liu Shisui told Jing Jiu about what had happened back then. Thinking of the scene in which Mister Yan turned into ashes and died, he shed tears silently.
"Back then, the King Of The Underworld was trapped by this pen and then suppressed by the Fairy Puppet. If the scholars of Yimaozhai knew that you had this pen, it would be troublesome indeed. "
Jing Jiu continued, as if he didn't see his tears, "… so it's better if you don't let them know."
Liu Shisui wiped off his tears with his sleeve and said, "But I'm afraid that if I go to Yimaozhai, I won't be able to stop myself from investigating what had happened to Mister Yan back then, which would cause trouble for you, Young Master … Everybody knows the relationship between Young Master and me, so it's meaningless for you to expel me from the sect."
Jing Jiu sighed, "You know about it too?"
"Yes," Liu Shisui said. "That's why I haven't been willing to go to Yimaozhai."
Jing Jiu said, "But the problem of the zhenqi in your body has to be solved. Think about it yourself. If you can't solve it, you'd better go back to the Sword Jail and ask that dog for help."
Liu Shisui said, "I also think it's a good idea. The Master Dead Dog is my senior, so I can't just leave him to die."
"You're wrong," Jing Jiu said. "Speaking of leaving someone to die, that dog has done the most things besides the Old Dragon, because that's what they do."
Liu Shisui was taken aback a little, and said, "Young Master, it seems that you talk a lot more than before."
Jing Jiu got up and walked to the outside of the room. "Let's go," he said to Zhao Layue, who was looking at the boring snowy scenery.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked to the outside of the vegetable garden and were about to return to the temple along the mountain path. But they found Liu Shisui was following them naturally.
"Hmm?" Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
"Young Master, since you're going to live in the Guocheng Temple for a long time, how can you lack someone to serve you?"
Thinking of the past events in Aoyama, Liu Shisui felt much better. "I haven't done this for many years since I left the South-Pine Pavilion," he said with a smile.
"Alright," Jing Jiu said after some thought.
The door of the vegetable garden was closed.
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