Pushing open the door, Yin San didn't see Liu Shisui, only Xiao He. He said with a smile, "I'm here to ask for a meal."
Xiao He was a bit surprised. She invited him to sit down and went to make arrangements. She was not as vigilant against this mysterious senior as before, because she had too many things to worry about, such as Liu Shisui's health and Jing Jiu who was living in the Guocheng Temple.
The dishes were still sumptuous, but the wine was different.
Yin San put down the bowl and said with a smile, "It's not easy to get the strong ale on the Thunder Island."
Standing aside, Xiao He clutched the hem of her clothes nervously.
Good wine suddenly appeared on the table at home. Apart from a friend coming from afar, the other possibility was that he needed someone to do something for him.
Yin San was a very casual person. He drank the wine, ate the dishes, and talked casually.
"He will go back to Aoyama one day. How will you solve your identity as a vixen?"
After a moment of silence, Xiao He said, "If it doesn't work, I will leave."
Yin San said, "A vixen is easily moved, good at making decisions, and knows how to weigh the consequences. Since you are willing to give up your identity, you must have a big plan. Do you want him to be the sect master?"
Xiao He knew she couldn't hide it from this swordsman, so she said, "Senior, you are right."
Yin San shook his head and said, "He will never be the sect master of Aoyama."
Xiao He's face turned pale, asking, "Why?"
"I know Aoyama. People with his experience can't be the sect master, unless he can do what I did. But can he?"
Looking at the stewed fish in the big bowl, Yin San said calmly, "He can't, so he can't be the sect master."
Xiao He's face was pale, but she calmed down a lot, as if she relaxed after a moment of despair. She said in a low voice, "He said that Immortal Master Jing Jiu also thinks so."
Hearing that name, Yin San raised the corner of his mouth and said, "At least he didn't forget about it."
Xiao He asked, "What do you suggest?"
In her opinion, since Liu Shisui could not be the Sect Master of Aoyama, he might as well live an ordinary life in this vegetable garden. However, she also knew that this was just wishful thinking. One day, Liu Shisui would leave this place and even leave her.
"The world is huge. Why is it restricted to that Aoyama? Even if you leave this place in the future, you can go to other places, or even other continents. "
This was Yin San's true feelings.
If not for the mountain in his heart, he would have left long ago.
Thinking of the past, he extended his chopsticks toward the pile of green spinach on the plate, like a sword about to pierce through an Aoyama.
"Ever since Immortal Master Jing Jiu came to the temple, he has been following him every day, just like in the past. In the future, with just a word from Immortal Master Jing Jiu, he has to return to Aoyama. How can he leave?"
Thinking of her life these days, Xiao He felt a little bitter.
Yin San's chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air, saying, "I don't like spinach the most; it's too bitter."
Xiao He didn't understand what he meant, but she suddenly felt the room became extremely cold.
That breath came from Yin San's body.
Xiao He knelt down with a thud, her face pale and her body trembling slightly.
Yin San's breath wasn't very powerful, but it made her feel extreme fear.
It was just like when her left shoulder was pierced through by Jing Jiu in the Ocean-God Temple outside Haizhou City.
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The front of the Guocheng Temple had a backyard, a front temple, and a large piece of farmland outside. Along the road, there were endless sheds.
The front temple could be used for burning incense, praying to the Buddha, and conducting rituals; the backyard was where the monks of the temple meditated.
The pagoda forest was very quiet, and the location was also very remote. Because most of the spiritual pagodas were gray, the meditation room closest to this place was called White Mountain.
Yin San sat on the stone steps of the White Mountain meditation room, looking at those stone pagodas in silence for a long time.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect came back from outside, wiping his mouth. Seeing this scene, he found it a bit strange.
Yin San often sat on the stone steps to bathe in the sun, but there was no sun today.
And with the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's Cultivation state, he could tell that Jing Jiu was in a strange mood today.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked cautiously, "Immortal, what happened?"
Yin San said in a bitter voice, "I didn't know that Jing Jiu was in the Guocheng Temple."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had been trying to guess who was Yin San's spy in the Guocheng Temple, and it seemed that the spy had gone to the north with the Principal Justice.
Then … he came to his senses and realized what he had heard. He fell into silence, and his nose became even redder.
The crow's voice came from the depths of the pagoda forest.
"What is he doing here?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked in a low voice.
"There's something wrong with that Fairy Book."
Yin San said, "He couldn't solve it in Aoyama, so he came here to seek the Buddhist method to free himself … just like me."
After a moment of silence, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly walked toward the meditation room, saying, "There are some Buddhist scriptures that I haven't read yet. I'll take them with me on the way."
Yin San lifted his head to look at the crows flying out of the pagoda forest, and asked calmly, "Why do you want to leave?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect halted his steps, saying, "Whether to hide or to kill, I have to leave after all."
What he said was very reasonable.
Yin San said, "I've come here to seek the Buddhist method to free myself, and I haven't obtained the true scriptures yet. How can I leave?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked back to his side and asked tentatively, "So you killed him?"
Yin San said, "I wanted to kill him in the first place. Now that he has delivered himself to my door, why shouldn't I kill him?"
"This is too vulgar, and it doesn't match the bearing of the Immortal."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said with a thick face, "And didn't you say that he wasn't Jingyang? Why should I kill him?"
Yin San said, "If he wasn't Jingyang, he had to die."
"Why?" asked the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect with a cold expression.
If it were any other matter, he would bark like a dog at Yin San's request; but he couldn't do it this time, because he needed a reason.
Zen Master had gone to White Town, and the Chief Monk stayed behind closed doors, so nobody in the Guocheng Temple could resist his Mysterious Dark Demonic Style. Even if he killed Jing Jiu, his identity would be exposed, and the two important figures of the Aoyama Sect would hunt him down. Would he have to hide in the dark underground again?
Yin San said, "I don't like him. What do you think of this reason?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect shook his head and said seriously, "Not really."
Yin San suddenly stood up and walked toward the pagoda forest, saying, "I'm just kidding.
Based on his temperament, he must have that cat with him. How can it be so easy to kill him? "
Looking at his back, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked, "Should we hide for now?"
Yin San didn't stop walking, saying, "Let's wait and see first."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly had an ominous feeling, saying in a low voice, "Immortal, are you going to see him?"
Yin San didn't say anything, stopping in the pagoda forest.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect finally felt relieved.
Yin San took out the bone flute and drew dozens of lines on the ground between the pagodas.
Those lines formed a complicated pattern, which seemed to be a formation.
The cawing of the crows was heard in the sky, and the cold wind was blowing. The fallen leaves rolled in from outside the pagoda forest, covering the lines and making them invisible.
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There was no master preaching in the Instruction Hall that day, so Jing Jiu was in the Tranquil Garden.
He was lying on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, listening to the sounds coming from the wind, his ears twitching slightly.
This pair of jutting ears could hear all the sounds carried by the cold wind.
It was all the sounds in heaven and earth, including the chanting of the monks, the sound of the followers' foreheads touching the ground in the grand hall, and the sound of the incense burning.
Normally, his jutting ears should be very conspicuous, but everyone who saw him would be attracted by his face, so it was difficult to notice them.
Listening to the sounds in the wind, Jing Jiu placed his right hand on the armrest of the bamboo chair, tapping it from time to time.
Sitting by the bamboo chair, Liu Shisui stared at Jing Jiu's fingers, adjusting the circulation of Zhen Yuan in his body according to the rhythm.
More than twenty years ago, such a scene often happened by the pond in the small village.
Jing Jiu's fingers suddenly stopped, and then he opened his eyes, gazing out of the Tranquil Garden.
The sounds in the wind were a bit messy, but Jing Jiu noticed it even though it was only for a moment.
Jing Jiu's fingers moved again, but this time they moved much faster, leaving behind countless afterimages.
Liu Shisui didn't notice that Jing Jiu had opened his eyes, thinking that it was still the rhythm. The Zhen Yuan was in a mess, and stopped immediately.
Looking out of the Tranquil Garden, Jing Jiu had a slightly strange expression in his eyes.
Even when it came to matters related to the Fairy Book of Longevity, Jing Jiu could get a general direction by calculating; but why couldn't he figure anything out this time?
Liu Shisui thought Jing Jiu was worried about the Fairy Book, saying, "I know a master in the Guocheng Temple. I wonder if he is your acquaintance, Young Master."
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, shaking his head.
Jing Jiu had only one acquaintance in the Guocheng Temple, who knew a few highly achieved monks; but Jing Jiu didn't know anyone.
Liu Shisui realized that it was the Zen Master who had helped him, saying, "That master has a profound understanding of the Buddhist scriptures; he has helped me interpret many difficult scripts. Do you want him?"
Jing Jiu put the teacup back on the table, shaking his head again.
In the roofed corridor on the other side, Zhao Layue was reviewing the script she had read the day before, pondering over the difficulties in the sword work. She unconsciously stroked the white cat on her lap, and occasionally rubbed its belly. Hearing what Liu Shisui said, she said, "How could an arrogant person like him think that anyone in the world is qualified to teach him?"
Distance produces beauty, and it can also produce awe.
If one was too familiar with someone, the beauty would be gone, and so would the awe.
This principle was applicable to both cats and humans.
Her attitude toward Jing Jiu grew more and more casual, almost returning to the first two years of their relationship.
The white cat didn't feel offended; it hummed comfortably, and then purred. In the end, it simply turned over and faced the sky with its belly.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He raised the teacup and remembered that he had just drunk it.
Liu Shisui poured another cup for him hastily.
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It was getting late, and it was probably time to go home. Yin San stood up from the stone steps and dusted himself off, preparing to go to the vegetable garden to have a meal.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked, "You're still going?"
"I'm going to take a look," Yin San said.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked, "If you really see him there, are you going to kill him right away?"
Yin San shook his head and said, "Since he thinks he's Jingyang, he won't go to the vegetable garden, because it's meaningless for Jingyang. So I won't run into him."
"Then what are you going to do there?" the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked.
Yin San didn't explain. He left the Guocheng Temple right away and went to the vegetable garden.
The time he chose was really good. Liu Shisui was eating with Xiao He in the room.
Since he wasn't a senior invited by the Young Master, Liu Shisui naturally wouldn't tell him about the Young Master. He didn't expect that Yin San would bring it up on his own.
Yin San drank a bowl of wine and said, "I know what Jing Jiu is doing. I might have some methods. You can go and ask him if he wants to learn."
Liu Shisui was a bit alarmed, saying, "I'm not sure, but I can go and ask him."
Yin San took out a few pieces of paper and handed them over, saying, "Don't tell him who I am. If you don't believe me, just don't tell him. If he doesn't believe me, just don't use it."
The next morning, Liu Shisui entered the Guocheng Temple with the new top-grade tea and the pieces of paper sent by the Gu Qing's family.
Jing Jiu took the pieces of paper and looked at them. He found that the handwriting was quite strange, but the sentences were somewhat familiar.
More importantly, that person's method was quite reasonable.
It wasn't comprehending the Zen and interpreting the scriptures; it was tempering the Fairy Book.
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