If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Thick clouds cover the sky.

In the hot and fierce season, a tidal and windy rainstorm suddenly fell, drowning the dull sound of cicadas.Lightning was like weaving, the sky was cracked, and the wind was blowing and crackling the wooden windows of the mission hall.

The little novice shrank behind the desk, sorting out the task jade slips of Tianyin Temple.

Because there are Jindan disciples crossing the catastrophe, most of the people in Tianyin Temple have gone to see it, so today's mission hall is very deserted, there are only a few people, and they are all absent-minded, lowering their voices to discuss the shocking event outside. Terrifying catastrophe.

"Senior Brother Wuqing, this catastrophe is really huge."

A skinny monk sighed, his tone a bit embarrassing, "50 years ago, when we talked about the most promising person in the sect to become a Nascent Soul, who would have thought of this silent senior brother? It was all mentioned by the abbot's incompetent Hate brother."

The fat monk next to him spoke with admiration, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wuyan enticed his energy at the age of eight, built a foundation at twenty, and formed a golden core in less than forty. A battle of Lingxiao will beat all the talents of the same generation, and the combat power Extraordinary, amazingly talented, that would make a whole generation unable to lift their heads... Definitely the most promising one to conceive a baby back then."

"But only then."

The skinny monk sighed, "It's been 50 years now, and Brother Wuyan is still at the peak of Jindan, unable to make any progress. He is no match for other senior brothers."

The fat monk was not convinced: "In the past 50 years, if the abbot insisted on imprisoning Senior Brother Wuyan in a confinement Buddhist hall and other places where the spiritual veins are severed and unable to practice, Senior Brother Wuyan might have broken his pill and formed a baby long ago!"

"Broken pill forming a baby... is easier said than done?"

The skinny monk seemed to know something about the inside story, and his voice was lowered, "Brother Guan Wuyan, the abbot, confines the Buddhist hall for the sake of the brother. The combat power is extraordinary... It's not the angry-eyed Vajra of the cultivator. With such an evaluation, it is not good for our Buddhist cultivators. Is it really a good thing? The elders of the Xingtang said back then that Brother Wuyan... is too murderous."

The fat monk was horrified: "Could it be that the fact that Yanzhou destroyed the country...was true?"

"Silence!"

The thin monk scolded in a low voice, glanced around, and didn't dare to speak anymore.

After listening to the mantra twice, it wasn't very clear, but no one in Tianyin Temple didn't know that the disciples of the true teaching were never tired of being imprisoned in the confinement Buddhist hall because of their rebelliousness. Over the past 50 years, various rumors and sayings have been heard, and many mantras have been heard, but I am afraid that only Wuyan himself and the abbot can explain what is going on.

The two monks, the fat one and the thinner, picked up the tasks one after another, and there was no one else in the mission hall.

The mantra gathered the jade slips, lowered his head and took out two Buddhist scriptures from under the table, and was about to start reciting scriptures to practice, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a piece of clothes corners like light snow.

The icy and frosty fragrance of Buddha swayed, dispelling the thick rain.

A slender, vigorous hand with well-defined joints stretched out from the side, and picked up a jade slip.

"W-Uncle Wuyan?!"

When Mantra raised his head, he was so shocked that all the Buddhist scriptures fell out.He never expected that the protagonist who was gossiped just now would appear at the gossip scene, and he didn't know if he heard those discussions.

Standing up in a hurry, Zhenyan said awkwardly and nervously: "Gong, congratulations to the uncle for leaving the customs."

It took 50 years to see the light of day again, congratulations.

Wuyan didn't care about the deacon little novice's gaffe.

He picked up the jade slip, passed it between his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed a little puzzled: "This is the mission of Xuanjianzong?"

"You're talking about the reward mission issued by Xuanjianzong, the Eight Great Immortal Sects? ... This is it."

Mantra settled down, and while answering, peeked at Wuyan, and quietly moved the other task jade slips on his desk to the side - so as not to suffer a disaster all of a sudden, and be pinched by this Wuyan teacher. scum.

Although this Uncle Wuyan doesn't look like a violent monk at all from the outside.

In the field of Buddhist cultivation, Wuyan is actually the most attractive one——

He looks young, with long eyebrows and handsome eyes, clear and neat face line, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a pair of lips with gentle lines that are upturned and smiling.When looking at people with squinted eyes, it will give people an illusion of concentration and affection, which is very easy to make people feel good.

But this is just appearance.

50 years ago, the little monk of Zhenyan, who was misunderstood by Wuyan's face, was deeply touched by this.

Mantra looked at Wuyan's expression, and asked cautiously: "If Uncle Wuyan doesn't like this task, do you want to look at other things?"

Wuyan raised his eyes and smiled: "No need. Tell me about this mission."

Zhenyan was a little surprised, but he still thought about it, and said: "You have also read the contents of the mission jade slip, this mission is not difficult to say, it is to go to the mortal world to help Cheng Siqi, the young master of Xuanjianzong, form a pill. Master uncle You...have been in seclusion for so many years, you may not know that Cheng Siqi is the most outstanding genius in the cultivation world in the past few decades, and now he is only in his early twenties, he is at the peak of foundation establishment, and he is about to form alchemy...but his golden alchemy is not very good Knot."

"Not good?"

Wu Yan lifted up his cassock and sat down on the chair next to him, slowly twirling the beads with his fingers, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is it so difficult to knot?"

Dare not hide the truth, he told all the news about this mission like a bean: "Uncle Master doesn't know, this Cheng Shaozong majors in the sword of extreme affection. It is very difficult to practice this kind of sword. , A free and easy person who dares to love and hate, he must be able to bear and let go of all kinds of causal feelings in this world. Cheng Siqi was extremely smooth in the early stage, but when he came to the alchemy, he was born with demons."

The insatiable and careless expression froze slightly, and the drooping eyelashes slowly lifted.

The mantra is also sad for Sect Master Cheng Shao: "The world of comprehension has only heard of the calamity of the heart demon of the baby, but has not heard of the birth of the heart demon in the knot. Moreover, although the Sect Master Cheng Shao is haunted by the heart demon, he doesn't know his own heart demon at all. What is a demon, let alone beheading a demon..."

Listening to the antecedents, Wu Yan already guessed what Xuan Jianzong's gang of stubborn iron bumps would do.

He laughed and said: "So, in order to help his son see clearly and cut off the inner demons, Master Cheng of Xuanjianzong activated the secret treasure, drew Cheng Siqi's soul, and sent him to be reincarnated as someone else's son?"

"Uh...exactly."

The mantra screened out the sarcasm in Wuyan's words, nodded, and continued: "Actually, Sect Master Cheng Shao has been in the mortal world for some years, although those who have cause and effect with him cannot investigate, and Xuanjianzong doesn't know how he is doing. But the people who were reincarnated were carefully selected, and they were expected to be close... until the day before yesterday, the life card of Cheng Siqi, a disciple of Xuanjianzong, suddenly split in half..."

"Everyone in the Xuanjian Sect is in a hurry, but the people in their sect have karma with Cheng Siqi, and if they go there in person, it will interfere with the number of days, so they have no choice but to place this reward task inside the Eight Great Immortal Sects. They want to find someone who is not half as good as Cheng Siqi Those who are involved in cause and effect, above Gold Core, strong in combat power, and decent monks... rushed to the rescue and helped..."

Hearing this, Wuyan finally understood the reason why his master kicked him out of the confinement Buddhist hall less than 100 years ago.

At the peak of Jindan, with outstanding combat power, he was put into confinement before Cheng Siqi was born, and he has no cause and effect with him——

Not to mention the entire Xuanjian Sect and Tianyin Temple, even in the cultivation world, there are few people who meet this requirement better than Wuyan.And most importantly, he really needs Rootless Tianshui in Xuanjianzong's reward list.

Wu Yan waved his hand, and the task jade Jian Jian flew into his hand.He played with the jade slips, raised his lips and smiled: "I will accept this task."

At this time, Wuyan who took the task straightforwardly would never have thought that what he took was not a task at all, but a huge trouble.

After imprinting his consciousness on the task book, and asking Zhenyan to inform Xuan Jianzong to withdraw the reward, he took the jade slip and stepped out of the task hall.

The majestic Buddha Hall of Tianyin Temple is three hundred and eighty, and it is shrouded in torrential rain.

Wuyan braved the rain and flew back to his cave.

He has been in the confinement Buddhist hall for 50 years, and no one has visited this cave for 50 years, and there is dust everywhere.It took a dust removal technique five times before he could barely settle down.

Now the realm of comprehension and the mortal world are clearly separated, and the separation is quite severe.Any monk who wants to enter the mortal world must proclaim himself a cultivator, and not interfere with the lives of mortals with power beyond the world.

Tired of going this time, no exception.

If a monk loses his cultivation, he will be trampled on the head by a dog if he is not careful.So I have to prepare some other means to avoid capsizing in the gutter.

Purchased pills and drew some talismans.

With everything ready, Wu Yan went straight down the mountain, following the breath of Cheng Siqi in the task jade slip, Yu Feng flew outside a mortal city.

Wuyan didn't rush into the city, but landed in the barren mountains outside the city.

He first changed his bald head into a wig with dogtail grass, then took off his cassock, picked a leaf and turned it into a white robe, and then took a picture of the smooth mirror-like pool water, pressed his palm on his dantian, locked Jindan.

The remote and upright aura of Buddhist cultivation on his body was gone.

Insatiably experiencing the strange feeling of falling into the secular world, he slowly descended the mountain while the sky was still bright.

Huaiyang City is a famous gentle town in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are sultry songs and melodies, and the romance of talented scholars and the fame of beauties are constantly intertwined.The water is full of fat and red, and the wind shakes the wine flags on both sides of the strait. Among the faint and swaying willows, there are countless slender waists and fine grape wine hidden in the palms.

It was already dark when Wuyan entered the city.

As night fell and the lights came on, the flamboyant air in Huaiyang City slowly woke up, and the fragrance of the wind wafted everywhere.

He couldn't bear this frivolous taste, but Cheng Siqi's aura became more and more obvious, so he had to rush to this frivolous place.

Strings of fiery red lanterns ignited the long street, and also lit up the dark corner of the brothel Chu Pavilion.

Sharp shouts came from across the wall.

"Little bastard! Let you run! I'll break your leg!"

"Run! Why didn't you run away? Didn't pick up the guests? Do you think you are still the young master of the Cheng family? You have entered this lowly door, and you will never go out again in your life!"

The sound of the wicker being thrown down was windy, blood and flesh splashing.

Wu Yan stopped, looked at the wall in front of him, and smashed the jade slip in his hand.