Many years ago, on the night when the fake manor cave of the Immortal Jingyang was opened, Zen Master saw Jing Jiu for the first time. Then, he used the lotus cloud to protect this "junior" for a while.
At the Plum Meeting, Jing Jiu wrote down some bloody plum flowers in the Cultivation tournament, which drew his attention again.
A few years ago, at the Guocheng Temple, the incarnation of the Unicorn came, and Taiping Zhenren and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect attacked him violently, but they all failed. The attackers were Liu Ci and the Emperor, but Jing Jiu was the key figure.
During the battle of the West Ocean, a sword light traveled across heaven and earth. After the spring rain, this young "junior" became the sect master of Aoyama.
He couldn't help but think of many things.
Zen Master had suspected the true identity of Jing Jiu a long time ago, but he didn't write a letter to ask about it. It was because he thought his suspicion was ridiculous.
It was like Nan Wang's suspicion, and Guo Dong's suspicion.
Those who were closer and more familiar with Jingyang in their former lives couldn't believe it.
Even if all the people in Chaotian were dead, the Muddy River stopped flowing, the snowy peak in the northernmost part collapsed, and the Huge Whirlpool disappeared, how could Jingyang be defeated?
As such, Zen Master accepted the rumor, or in other words, he used the rumor to convince himself.
Jing Jiu was the descendant of Jingyang, and he had inherited Jing Jiu's true inheritance and treasures. As a result, he could break through the Cultivation states at an astonishing speed …
It wasn't until today that he had finally learned the truth, and his mind was greatly impacted.
Even though the Zen methods were profound and profound, he still had to observe the East Ocean to calm his mind.
The hot tea was poured into the teacup, giving off a faint white smoke, like the fog on the surface of the ocean in the morning.
Zen Master gazed at Jing Jiu's face through the white smoke. His voice was as calm as his eyes, but full of puzzlement, "What is going on?"
Jing Jiu picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. The mist covered his face and his voice was as vague and uncertain as his eyes. "I have some unfinished business."
Zen Master's fingers lightly tapped on the table. His rhythmic voice blew away the tea cup and the mist on Jing Jiu's face. "What is it?"
Jing Jiu put down his cup and said, "I don't know."
The Young Zen Master could understand why this statement sounded incomprehensible.
He took a deep look at Jing Jiu and thought … So he still likes to pretend?
"Then what about Taiping? Why did he escape? Why did you let him go in the West Sea? "
"Liu Ci is already dead. What's the point of saying all this?"
"Where is he?"
"It should be on the sea. A good ship of the Penglai Treasure Ship King was robbed. He's very weak right now, and Supermundane World can make him feel a little more at ease. "
Jing Jiu said, "He took the dragon marrow and the lotus flower of the Windy Corridor. What do you think he wants to do?"
It was hard for ordinary people to think of anything from such a simple description, but Zen Master raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Reincarnation?"
He understood Taiping Zhenren's current situation, so he only needed the word lotus to connect it to his thoughts.
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know much about this."
That was why he had come to the Guocheng Temple so long in advance.
Zen Master said, "Lotus reincarnation is not a continuation of the previous life. This is different from you and Shui Yue Nunnery. I don't think Taiping would choose this."
Jing Jiu agreed with him because Zen Master was the only person he knew who had truly reincarnated.
But Zen Master was no longer the old monk of the Guocheng Temple who had died under Taiping's hand.
The cause and effect still existed, and the past was gone.
"The Dongyi Daoist Sect has a deep understanding of the lotus reincarnation. I'll bring some books for you to read later."
Zen Master then asked, "I've seen that formation back then, and it didn't have any problem. Why did something happen to it?"
Back when he discussed the Dao with Jingyang on the Shenmo Peak for one hundred days, he saw three paths.
Guo Dong chose one path, and Jing Jiu was forced to choose the other one. Above these two paths was the path of ascension, which was to cut off the cause and effect.
If there was something unfinished, it meant that the fate in the mortal world was not over, and the Formation of Dispersing Smoke and Cloud had a problem.
Jing Jiu waved his sleeve a few times, and dozens of bronze mirrors appeared in the air, reflecting the scenes in the meditation room, and then the images became more and more complicated.
Zen Master had studied the Formation of Dispersing Smoke and Cloud, so he knew it was the Method of Splitting Mirrors. But what he was wondering at the moment was where Jing Jiu got so many good mirrors.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand to call the Clean-Heart Bell from outside the window.
The bell gave off a crisp ring, echoing among the dozens of bronze mirrors.
Zen Master took out a thin wooden stick and picked his ear with it, saying, "The Mirror Sect and the Platanus Sect … it looks like you are indeed different from before."
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The Tranquil Garden had been repaired to its original state. The stone pagoda was in the same position, and the three roofed corridors were the same as before.
Zhao Layue had listened to the scripts here for many years, and she had lived through a few New Years. She was quite satisfied with the result, so she went to the familiar spot and sat down.
Ada also went to the second most familiar spot, the futon in front of the stone pagoda. Unfortunately, it was summer, and the leaves swept by Monk Dachang were not dry enough, so it was not comfortable to lie on. And the sunlight was a bit strong. It didn't take long before Ada got up and strolled to the roofed corridor, lying on his back in the familiar spot.
Along with a crisp ring, the bell flew away from his neck.
He turned his head to take a look in that direction, his eyes showing a hint of resentment.
Zhao Layue scratched Ada's neck. She was no longer as reserved and nervous as when she held Ada in her arms for the first time on Bihu Peak.
Zhuo Rusui led Gu Qing to the front of the small stone pagoda, and said, "This is the pagoda of the spiritual bones of the late Emperor."
Hearing this, Gu Qing bowed to the pagoda solemnly.
"I'm very familiar with this pagoda," said Zhuo Rusui sentimentally. He touched the body of the pagoda to express his gratitude.
Back in the fierce battle in the Guocheng Temple, those who participated in it were the important figures like the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the incarnation of the Unicorn. He was merely the eyes of his Master Liu Ci, and his Cultivation state was the lowest. If he hadn't been holding this stone pagoda, he would have been blown away by the strong wind.
While the two of them were talking, dozens of monks walked into the Tranquil Garden with books in their hands, heading toward the meditation room at the back of the garden.
Seeing this scene, Gu Qing thought of what had happened on Shiyue Peak a few days ago, and Zhao Layue thought of what had happened at the Mirror Sect, wondering if they really had something to do with books.
Zhuo Rusui asked uncertainly, "Is the Sect Master going to discuss the Dao with the Zen Master? Is he good enough? "
Speaking of the talent in Cultivation, he had to admire Jing Jiu; but speaking of knowledge … the Zen Master was a wise man who could discuss the Dao with the Senior Grandmaster Jingyang; how many people in the world could understand his brilliant ideas?
Gu Qing said with a smile, "The House Master Bu Qiuxiao didn't mention my Master when we were in Zhaoge City."
Zhuo Rusui thought it was all talk; it had nothing to do with knowledge. … …
In the meditation room that they couldn't see, Jing Jiu and the Zen Master weren't discussing the Dao; they were reading books; but the way they read books was completely different from the way regular people read books.
Nearly a thousand books of the Buddhist Sect and related books were pulled up by an invisible force, drifting around them and then falling into those mirrors.
Those books began to open automatically, faster and faster, bringing up gusts of gentle wind.
Jing Jiu and the Zen Master had their eyes closed; it was unclear what they were reading.
The gentle wind came out from the windows and came into the Tranquil Garden, traveling back and forth between the roofed corridor and the courtyard.
Zhao Layue felt it was quite cool. She stroked Ada, and Ada closed his eyes comfortably.
Feeling the gentle wind blowing on his face, Gu Qing sat on the futon in front of the stone pagoda after a moment of bewilderment. He started meditating and resting with his eyes closed.
The leaves, which were still green, were pushed by the wind and gradually surrounded the praying mat.
Zhuo Rusui sat on the porch, his two legs swinging back and forth, gradually becoming one with the rhythm of the wind.
He felt that these gentle winds were very strange. They came from all directions and were omnipresent. Some of them brushed against his eyelashes, some of them gently blew against his ears, and some of them burrowed into his sleeves at extremely tricky angles.
It was hard not to fall asleep amidst these countless cool breezes.
As he thought of these things, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, gradually drooping, and just like that, he fell into a deep sleep.
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… …
When the twilight was at its darkest, Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes and woke up.
The setting sun shone on the stone pagoda, and the wind had died down. He was somewhat absent-minded, not knowing if it was still today or if it had already been a few days.
Zhao Layue was stroking the cat in the roofed corridor, thinking about something. Gu Qing was still sitting in front of the stone pagoda with his eyes closed. The fallen leaves had gradually crept up to his legs.
Suddenly, there was a roar from the back of the Tranquil Garden. A fierce wind howled, swirling the leaves in the courtyard into the air.
In the meditation room, innumerable books had fallen to the ground, either opened or closed.
They looked like waves of varying sizes rising on the surface of the ocean, or like unmelted snow covering the ground.
Zen Master opened his eyes and said, "I read faster than you."
Jing Jiu said nothing. He picked up a book from the floor of the Lotus Scripture of the Dongyi Taoist School and continued reading.
Zen Master said, "You are so weak now. What if Bai Zhenren blows you to death in autumn?"
Jing Jiu continued reading. Without raising his head, he said, "This is the Guocheng Temple."
The meaning of these words was very clear.
Now that you know who I am, will you still watch as something happens to me?
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… …
Zhuo Rusui was sent flying by the fierce wind and landed on the ground. He had to take several steps back before he could stabilize himself.
Turning his head to look at the Tranquil Garden, he saw that under the light of the setting sun, the green leaves in the sky seemed to form a sphere of intersecting green and red. It was a magnificent sight.
"Is this the power of Zen Master?"
Zhuo Rusui walked back to the Tranquil Garden in a state of shock.
Zen Master did not launch an attack. It was probably just an overflow of his spiritual will, yet it was still so powerful.
He found that Zhao Layue was still sitting in the same place as before, thinking that it was indeed good to have the support of the Master Guard. She would not be as wretched as he was.
Soon, he found that Gu Qing was also sitting in the same place. He couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed, thinking that if he was still holding this stone pagoda, how could he have been blown away?
The green leaves fell from the sky and sprinkled on Gu Qing's body, as if they were trying to bury him.
Zhuo Rusui was about to laugh when he was suddenly taken aback. "Are you going to break through the state?" he asked.
Hearing his words, Zhao Layue looked at Gu Qing, who was covered in leaves, and found that his Qi was undergoing an obvious change.
(End of Chapter)
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