The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was in a bad mood lately. His nose was getting redder and his hair was getting thinner and thinner, and he kept silent for a longer time. He couldn't even smile when eating pork trotters and pickled basil leaves.
In his eyes, it was too risky to do so, regardless of the hidden meaning or conspiracy in the letter of the Immortal. If Jing Jiu could figure out who he was, he would have to attack him.
Killing Jing Jiu, Zhao Jiu, and Liu Shisui would reduce the top fighting force of the young generation in Aoyama, which would be beneficial to the revival of the deviant sects in the future. But what should he do now? … …
Dozens of days had passed, and it was late spring. The white tower was often wet by the rain, and the pine forest grew greener. Yin San went to the vegetable garden again, where Liu Shisui happened to be.
Liu Shisui handed the crumpled paper back to Jing Jiu, and said embarrassedly, "Young Master said … it's useless to take it for granted."
Yin San wasn't angry, saying with a faint smile, "Really? It looks like he has done some research on the Buddhist methods. I wonder if he can help me solve some problems? "
Having said that, Jing Jiu took out another paper from his sleeve and handed it to Jing Jiu.
It was late spring, and the summer was coming. The cicadas were chirping in the Guocheng Temple, and the Tranquil Garden was not as quiet as before.
The white cat lifted his head under the eaves and glanced at the outside of the garden, wondering why these annoying little creatures outside were so different from Cold Cicada, who was not obedient at all.
After reading the paper handed to him by Liu Shisui, Jing Jiu was lost in thought. Then he also felt the chirping of the cicadas was a bit annoying. He waved his sleeve a few times, and a gust of gentle wind passed through the hall and entered the forest. A moment later, the chirping of the cicadas stopped.
"What should I say in return?" asked Liu Shisui.
"I need to think about it," said Jing Jiu.
It took him a long time to think about the answer. It was easy to imagine that the question on the paper was not an ordinary one.
The person who could raise such a serious question was certainly not an ordinary person.
"Is that person very skilled?" asked Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
"Why didn't he come to the Tranquil Garden with Shisui?" Zhao Layue asked.
"The monks have many eccentricities," said Jing Jiu. "For instance, Zen Master likes playing with mud and wooden sticks, and the Chief Monk of the Guocheng Temple seldom comes out to meet people. He likes copying the Buddhist Scripts."
Zhao Layue said, "Since that person knows about the Fairy Book, he must have a high status at the Fruit Formation Temple. Maybe he is the Chief Monk."
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "No. He might have been the Chief Monk."
"No," Jing Jiu Mountain Sect Sect Master Temple, "Sect Sect Green Jiu Monk Yan Sect Gu Jiu Sect.
After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the White Mountain meditation room and watched the stars for the whole night. The Great Ancestor sat beside him and waved his palm-leaf fan for the whole night.
He was certain that Jing Jiu had vaguely guessed the problem of the Formation of Dispersed Smoke and Clouds. Could he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?
Yin San remained silent for a long time. He didn't reply to the letter, and he didn't go to the vegetable garden again. Their communication was cut off.
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The chanting of scripts could be heard everywhere in the Guocheng Temple, and the fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden were plentiful. Zhao Layue's Cultivation state was getting more and more stable. It was believed that she would enter the middle state of the Free Travel in another two years and create another record for the Aoyama Sect.
The zhenqi in Liu Shisui's body was much calmer now. It seemed that he wouldn't be in danger for the time being.
Jing Jiu and the white cat slept well.
Time elapsed. It was another winter.
It was a severe winter this year. The chilly wind from the snowland roared down to the south. Even the Guocheng Temple, which was close to the East Sea, was greatly affected. It snowed a few times. The Zen Temple was exceptionally beautiful in the snow, attracting many mortals to appreciate the snow, recite poems, and paint.
Monk Dachang was still persistent in sweeping the ground. He didn't allow the fallen leaves to accumulate, nor would he allow the snow to accumulate. The Tranquil Garden was cleaned thoroughly.
Jing Jiu felt a little bored, so he moved into the room from the corridor with others and the white cat.
The crackling sound of the silver coals came from the stove, and the water in the teapot was snoring. Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue were sitting by the wall on both sides, adjusting their breathing and cultivating with their eyes closed. Jing Jiu was lying on the bamboo chair in front of the window with the white cat in his arms, looking at the scenery outside dyed white by the snow.
The scenery was limited to a small window, but it had a more profound meaning, because the observer would usually be more focused.
His sight fell on his left hand, feeling the seemingly endless fairy aura and the Fairy Awareness that couldn't be erased, and he was lost in thought.
In the evening, the faint sound of firecrackers came from the distance outside the temple, and it never stopped.
Zhao Layue asked curiously, "Are the villagers driving the mountain beasts away?"
Jing Jiu was speechless, saying, "It's snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and there's no grain in the fields. The wild beasts are either hibernating or migrating to the south; why would they come down the mountain? The firecrackers are going off endlessly, so it's obvious that something serious has happened. Someone in someone's family might have died. "
Zhao Layue was enlightened, saying, "I see."
"In fact …"
Liu Shisui's line of sight moved back and forth between their faces, feeling a little embarrassed as he said, "It's because it's the New Year's Day."
Jing Jiu said after a moment of silence, "The New Year's Day is quite lively."
Zhao Layue turned her head away, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say, "Xiao He has cooked many dishes."
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue refused the suggestion of going to the vegetable garden for the New Year's Eve dinner. They were becoming less and less interested in such matters.
The firecrackers went off incessantly. Even though they were far away, the sound could still be heard by them.
For some reason, Jing Jiu didn't choose to shield his six senses, even though it was something he was good at.
It wasn't until it was very late at night that the sound of the firecrackers finally stopped, and the night sky illuminated by the firecrackers returned to its tranquil darkness.
Monk Dachang had already fallen asleep. There was no sound or light in the Tranquil Garden.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
It was the time when the new year and the old year intersected, and the momentum of heaven and earth was at its strongest.
The fairy energy came from outside heaven and earth, so it was at its weakest under the suppression of the momentum of heaven and earth.
A sword will emerged from inside Jing Jiu's body, enveloping the entire room.
He reached out his right hand and dipped it into the sword will, writing a script in the air.
Then, he clenched his left hand into the script and slowly closed his eyes.
Nothing unusual happened. It was like a clay ox sinking into the sea or a spring rain moistening the night.
After a long time, he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand with a satisfied expression.
"What do you think?"
Zhao Layue's voice rang out.
Jing Jiu turned his head and said, "Ten percent."
In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes lit up. Her black and white eyes were distinct and beautiful.
It seemed slow to refine ten percent of the fairy awareness in more than a year, but it was actually very fast.
If it were any other Cultivation practitioner, it would be impossible for Jing Jiu to refine the fairy awareness in his Cultivation state.
Admiration welled up in her heart.
She bowed to him.
This was the first time she had bowed to Jing Jiu as a disciple.
"Happy New Year to you, too."
"No red envelope," Jing Jiu said.
He didn't have much of an idea about the New Year, but it wasn't that he didn't understand it.
It was the same as why Zhao Layue bowed to him.
There was no need for conversation or explanation. No matter how dark the night was, they would know each other's intention when their eyes met.
Zhao Layue sat by Jing Jiu's side and snuggled in his bosom, showing that she was very attached to him.
No one had ever seen her act like a little girl before.
She hadn't seen her like this in Zhaoge City, her colleagues in Aoyama, and even her parents, except for Jing Jiu.
She would only let Jing Jiu see her like this.
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