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

Xuanjianzong's grand ceremony for re-establishing the mountain gate lasted for three days and three nights before it was considered to have stopped.

During these three days, there were countless people from various sects and sects, ranging from refining qi to transforming gods.

Whether it is a former ally, or a ungrateful person who can't learn how to send charcoal in a timely manner, but has only learned to add trouble, they all have to put on a smiling face and send congratulatory gifts of flying boats into the Xuanjianzong mountain gate.

Although the re-opened Xuanjianzong seems to be weak, with only one Huashen and one Jindan top, everyone knows that as long as Cheng Siqi is not abandoned for a day, the Xuanjianzong will stand firm The presence.

After all, in the entire spiritual world, there is only Wuyan, a Mahayana with a high level of cultivation.

Most of the other Mahayanas are still trapped in the injury of He Jiusheng's palm, or they are dying of old age, or they have closed the death gate and no longer act.And the threat of the robbery world is imminent, how can it be defeated with only Huashen?

No matter how much grievances and hatreds there were in the past, now they have to lower their stance and seek alliances.

"At the turn of day and night, the gate of Tianyin Temple opens."

Chickens crow and dogs bark, and the fields are criss-crossed.

From the thousands of miles of frozen mountains to the drizzle of Xiufeng, it only takes a short moment.

Insatiable waved away the closed spatial crack behind him, and together with Cheng Siqi broke through the thick clouds on the sky, and landed at the foot of this unremarkable hill.

The tributaries of the river, like Bailian, wrap around the mountainside and flow to the foot of the mountain.

Wu Yan plucked a leaf, turned it into a bamboo umbrella, and propped it above his head. Before he could open his mouth, he saw Cheng Siqi sneak in unceremoniously, and quickly kissed his exposed wrist holding the umbrella.

"When you get to the temple, you have to restrain yourself."

He embraced Cheng Siqi with the other hand, slightly lowered the edge of the umbrella, and said in a low voice: "But right now you can kiss for another quarter of an hour...Do you want to hug?"

It was as if the sound of the spring rain was refreshing and cool, and Cheng Siqi raised his eyes, looking into those dark and gentle eyes.

He stared at it for a moment, then sighed deeply: "You think I'm spoiled every day, but isn't it all because of you?"

After finishing speaking, he rubbed Wuyan's lips non-stop, and the ambiguous voice was not in his throat: "I want to press on the tree and kiss..."

The bamboo umbrella gently bumped against the forest leaves.

The raindrops accumulated in the trees fell like a torrent in a burst of shaking.

The sweet smell spread between his lips and teeth, and he backed away a little, hooked a small canine tooth of Cheng Siqi with his finger, and brushed his lips and neck with his backhand, erasing layers of bite marks.

This bad habit of biting people has been in the mortal world for decades, and Cheng Siqi has not been able to get rid of it.

"It's only two quarters of an hour, not enough."

Cheng Siqi looked at Insatiable.

But he also knew that the gate of Tianyin Temple was about to open, and the pure young monks couldn't be allowed to watch a sex scene.

"Go back and talk."

Looking at Cheng Siqi's bright and focused eyes, Wuyan felt soft in his heart, and kissed him again.Cheng Siqi squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and without further delay, he straightened his cassock and followed Wuyan to continue up the mountain.

Insatiable has long been accustomed to such innumerable intimacy.

With the reason of extreme kendo, it is only natural for Cheng Siqi to cuddle him and hug him.So much so that those disciples of Xuanjianzong who had just been up the mountain were guessing whether their suzerain had changed from sticky cake essence.

Not long after gone.

A fat monk fishing appeared ahead.

The fat monk was wearing a sky-blue coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and was holding a fishing rod in his hand. He seemed to be asleep, his head was shaking, his eyes were closed, and there was an indistinct sound coming from his mouth, which seemed to be something Obscure scriptures.

But when I got closer, I realized that I was reporting the name of the dish.

"Pig trotters with fragrant sauce, fried snails with spicy sauce... um... sauerkraut and tofu... and, two taels of wine, hehe..."

Insanity walked over with an umbrella, turning a blind eye to the familiar face of the fat monk with his mouth flowing, and looked down at the wooden barrel at the fat monk's feet, there happened to be two golden carp inside.

"Hey, new dishes in the temple?"

He picked up a golden carp and shook it.

The fat monk seemed to be startled by the sound, jumped up in a jerk, and dropped his bamboo hat.

He didn't seem surprised when he saw Wuyan at first glance, he collected himself and hurriedly bowed: "Uncle Wuyan."

Looking at the carp rolling its eyes in Wuyan's hand again, his fat face immediately became bitter: "Uncle Wuyan, that is the old lady's newly raised golden dragon, this is not edible. Last time you insisted on roasting the old lady's two Just a crane, almost entered the confinement Buddhist hall again..."

"It's okay not to eat."

Wu Yan put the carp back and smiled gently, "Find me a shortcut, I have brought my Taoist companion back. If you find another road that will take ten or eight years to dig, I will send you to Shiwan Dashan to mine .”

After saying this, the fat monk noticed the person with the negative sword standing next to Wuyan.

The sword cultivator dressed in white is handsome and handsome, with a tall and straight figure.There is a slight smile on his face that has been tainted for many years, which is exactly the same as that of innocence. He has long eyebrows and handsome eyes, with his own sharpness, but at first glance, he will not be stabbed by this sharpness. The epee of the sword has no edge.

With this glance, the fat monk immediately knew the identity of this person, and immediately bowed again, "Your junior is sure, see Master Cheng."

"Ah."

Cheng Siqi responded, and handed out a sword talisman containing a blow to transform the spirit, "Meeting ceremony."

Surprised by this generosity, Zhending hurriedly thanked him, and said to Wuyan: "Uncle Shi, don't worry this time, it must be a shortcut. The abbot knew that you were coming back, so he specially left a path for you, you jump into this In the river, it will be here soon."

Insatiable nods his head and takes Cheng Siqi's hand.

"Let's go."

Without thinking, the two jumped into the river together.

When the water splashed, Zhending hurriedly pulled up his coir raincoat to cover it. After the time passed, he took the fishing rod and sat down again, looking at the two carp in the wooden barrel that had been hanging by a thread and sighing: "You escaped again."

He can guarantee that if there is no Sect Master Cheng, the riverside at this moment must be full of the smell of grilled fish.

After all, the disciples of Tianyin Temple knew in the early years that other people's geniuses kill all over the mountains, but their Tianjiao Wusan eats all the mountains.

The path that Zhending mentioned was indeed a shortcut.

After Wuyan and Cheng Siqi entered the river, it was a different world, surrounded by emptiness, only a narrow road as thin as a lotus stem in the middle leading to the front.

Not long after the two walked, they saw a closed wooden door at the end of the road.

"Tianyin Temple deserves to be the most mysterious hidden sect in the world. It's really interesting."

Cheng Siqi sighed in a low voice.

"It's not only interesting, it's also delicious." With a joking smile, he stretched out his hand to push the door open, and said, "Because the sect has the longest inheritance, there are also many exotic flowers and herbs from ancient times, mythical beasts and birds, which can be stewed." It can be fried or baked.”

"If I had to say that the most memorable thing I've ever eaten was the crane that the little fat man mentioned just now, it's a pity that the old lady only has two..."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden door creaked open, and the two old gloomy faces of the old lady and Master Xu Yan appeared behind the door.

Short cut, it really is close.

When Cheng Siqi saw the two old Buddha cultivators inside, he was already prepared in his heart to be beaten for Wu Yan.

But he didn't expect that there was no nervousness and shame on Wuyan's face as if something bad had been broken, but instead he opened the door calmly, dragged Cheng Siqi inside, and slowly added the second half of the sentence.

"I ate half of it, and the other one and a half was not enough for the old lady's teeth..."

The old lady couldn't keep her gloomy face any longer, and she laughed and cursed: "You little bald man, you still know how to come back!"

Xu Yan also had a smile on his face.

Behind the door is a simple and simple Buddhist hall.

At a glance, it is no different from the Buddhist halls in many small temples in the world.It's just that there are four rows of wooden bookshelves leaning against the walls on both sides, and volumes of Buddhist scriptures are piled up on them, exuding an ancient and long-lasting atmosphere.

"Is this what you kidnapped, kid from the Cheng family?"

The old lady raised her eyes to look at Cheng Siqi, she was a little happy, she couldn't stop nodding, "Not bad, the eyes and the nose are good-looking...Slender waist and big buttocks, it looks like a good birth..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked by a steamed bun that Wu Yan casually grabbed.

Xu Yan said helplessly: "Master, please be serious, you must provoke him."

With that said, he beckoned Cheng Siqi to sit down and pushed him a set of bowls and chopsticks.It turned out that the old lady and Master Xuyan were having an evening fast.

Three dishes and one soup, light and simple.

Picking up the chopsticks, Cheng Siqi understood from whom Wuyan learned the narrowness wrapped in his seriousness.

He was not polite, picked up a few dishes with chopsticks, and scooped a spoonful of tofu soup for Wu Yan who was stuffing each other's buns with the old lady.

"Truce, truce!"

The old lady fought for a while, panting, her thin body shook a few times, and cursed: "Little bastard, it's amazing to become a Mahayana, it's amazing to marry a daughter-in-law, do you know that you respect your teacher and respect your elders? Didn't you ask for it at the beginning?" I, beg your master to gather the remnant soul of Xuanjianzong..."

Responding tirelessly, he picked up the chopsticks to serve the old lady with vegetables and fishbone.

"That's fine."

After mumbling for a while, looking down at the fish in the bowl, the old lady raised her eyebrows again.But in a blink of an eye, seeing that Cheng Siqi's bowl had more fish than his, he puffed his beard and stared at Wuyan like an old urchin.

Cheng Siqi patted the storage bag, took out a jar of Lihuabai, and said to the old lady Shanghe Xuyan, "You two have a taste of this wine."

There are different ways of Buddhist practice in Tianyin Temple. Some people stick to the precepts, while others see breaking the precepts as a matter of routine.

Both Xu Yan and the old lady obviously love wine, each of them poured a bowl, and then drank heavily.In the end, even Wuyan and Cheng Siqi, who didn't drink alcohol, had to drink with them.

When I first arrived at Tianyin Temple, I ate dinner as usual.

"Good wine."

The old lady let out a long breath, and said, "This mortal wine must have been brewed by the two of you when you were in Yanbei."

"You two have fallen into the mortal world...it is us immortals who are incompetent."

He looked down at the clear wine and sneered, "Tianyin Temple is hidden in the endless sky. They say they don't care about the world, so why isn't it avoiding the world? It's just running around, but it's like a headless chicken. I don't know. What are you running from, what are you avoiding?"

Xu Yan sighed and shook his head.

"You have such a calamity of life and death, it is God's will that you can come back intact."

The old lady's muddy eyeballs moved, as if there was a trace of mockery involved, and she glanced at Wuyan, "But don't be bribed by God's will so easily. Zhengxianlu... This matter is extraordinary, you little bald man , when are you willing to be a knife in someone else's hand?"

Cheng Siqi's expression changed, and he also looked at Wuyan.

Wuyan told him about Qi Mu and the giant tree before, and these days he has been crazily pestering Wuyan's dual cultivation, and it is because of this that he uses his disciples to improve their cultivation and mutual understanding.

"People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads."

Slowly took a sip of the tofu soup, smiled reassuringly at Cheng Siqi, raised his eyes and said, "Besides, you haven't been born for a thousand years, but you are here waiting for me and Siqi today, don't you just want to hear a certain letter? I can tell you, I will fight for this fairy road."

"It doesn't matter whether I am a knife or the person holding the knife."

Seeing the calm and composed look in Wuyan's eyes, the old lady stared blankly, as if remembering something, shook her head and smiled, looked at Xuyan, and cursed: "You are a good apprentice!"

As he spoke, he dropped a roll of bamboo slips and hit Wu Yan on the forehead.

"Since you want to go all the way to the dark, then take a good look."

After letting out a cold snort, the figure on the old lady disappeared on the futon like an illusion.

On the small square dining table, the wine in the big bowl remained unchanged, and the fish in the small bowl remained untouched, as if no one had ever been there.

Cheng Siqi was surprised.

Then Wuyan smiled, picked up the bamboo slip, and said in a low voice: "This is the confinement Buddhist hall...the place where the old lady sits and dies."

"He's a shameless old man."

As he unfolded the bamboo slips, he said without hesitation, "Even if you go west of Hebei, you still can't bear to part with the delicacies of Tianyin Temple. You always want to leave your spiritual thoughts to steal. During the 50 years I lived here, he stole a total of 180 yuan from me. steamed buns, 33 roast chickens."

He paused and looked at Cheng Siqi.

"But he was nice to me."

Cheng Siqi raised the spoon and fed Wuyi a mouthful of warm soup.

The bamboo slips were spread out, and lines of handwriting fell into Wuyan's eyes.

He finished reading it calmly, handed a roll of bamboo slips to Cheng Siqi, and then raised his eyes to Xu Yan: "Master, don't you want me to go?"

Xu Yan's drooping eyelids moved.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "As a master, he is naturally reluctant to part with his disciples. As you have seen, this road to immortality is not an easy task. First of all, your cultivation level is not enough. Fight against the immortal road and push open the immortal gate?"

"Let's talk about the second."

Xu Yan sighed, "The bamboo slips are also written clearly. I have inherited Tianyin Temple so far, so I naturally know many secrets that other sects cannot pry into. But about this Lin Kongyu, why did he destroy the fairy gate again and again? One time, for the entire ninth life, seeing the fairy gate and not entering..."

"Nobody knows why."

His eyes showed vicissitudes of life: "No one has ascended in the spiritual world for ten thousand years. Since the disaster of alien beasts, no one has reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and very few people have cultivated the ultimate road and inspired the immortal road. Lin Kongyu's In the nine contests for the road to immortality, there was no real vision of the road to immortality, which is very strange."

"Such a weird situation, as a teacher, I naturally don't want you to step into it."

Insatiable but casually smiled: "The ninth life saw the fairy gate and refused to enter, but he still wanted to fight for the ninth world's immortal path. But in the tenth life, he went out of his usual behavior and threw himself into the world of robbery. What did he think in the first nine lives?" , the disciple can't figure it out. But in this life, the disciple knows that he wants to change his path."

Xu Yan slowly raised his eyes.

Wuyan's eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice: "Perhaps from some unknown year, the fairy road in the spirit world... was broken. Naturally, the broken road cannot be walked again. Lin Kongyu wanted to become a fairy, so he had to change it. Road. And the road of alienation in the robber world happens to be a road."

"A lot of people have this guess."

The beard under his chin trembled, and Xu Yan said in a deep voice, "But no one in the spirit world has the ability to go to the fairy road to see what's going on. But Lin Kongyu, who has seen what's going on, has been hiding very deeply from beginning to end. "

He smiled wryly: "That's the hope of a whole world of monks!"

"Countless guesses, speculations, and temptations over the past ten thousand years are all for one path." Xu Yan's old voice was slightly hoarse, "Look at those people who say they are willing to be mediocre, but from the moment they set foot on the road of cultivation Come on, who isn't looking for a soaring immortality?"

"...that's the stuff that drives people crazy."

The suppressed and trembling voice, like a dead branch, shouted unwillingly, trembling, and snow fell.

The rain hit the window lattice, and the sound of frogs came from afar.

The cool fragrance of Buddha, mixed with the immature and vague chanting sounds of the young monks, slipped through the crack of the door and fell on the hanging cassocks and monks' robes.

Wu Yan looked down at the lines on the plain white cassock, and slowly laughed: "You know, you understand."

Xu Yan stared at him.

At this moment, he is not like a Mahayana monk covering the sky and changing mountains and rivers with one hand, but more like an ordinary old man who is helpless and tired. He is looking at his stubborn child who wants to stop him, but he can't reach out.

"I knew it from the moment you chose the Path of Slaying Demons."

Xu Yan got up slowly, "You don't want to practice..."

"You want to seek immortality!"

He pushed open the door, opened the umbrella, and walked out slowly, "No matter how strong the wind is, how painful the rain is, you are always walking forward. The road is broken, people will die, and they don't know how to turn back."

"Stinky boy, what you want is longevity, Tianyin Temple can't give it to you, so go find it yourself."

The old voice was far away.

The sound of fine rain diffused over the threshold of the stone steps, soaking through the white cassock.

Wu Yan drank the last sip of soup and was about to get up, but suddenly a hand grabbed the corner of the monk's robe and cassock.

That hand lightly covered the wet dark color, and slowly evaporated the rain with aura.The owner of the hand was sitting on the side, carefully doing the task at hand, while pulling out the Jiqing sword behind him, and laying it across his knee.

"I walk with you."

Cheng Siqi said.