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

Coming out of Tianyin Temple, it was the end of the night.

The light of dawn came through the gap, reflecting the clouds piled up like flowers, and the green mountains overflowed among the clusters, and the night that broke the sky and the earth surged madly.

Clumps of dew swept knees.

Insatiably stepped on the somewhat damp forest soil, and went down the mountain side by side with Cheng Siqi.

The mist is cold, sifting through the misty light, and sprinkled on the corners of the clothes where the two meet from time to time.Across the layers of tree shadows, one can see the awning boats propped up by the riverside of Panshan Mountain, and the shouts of the boatmen broke through the fog and spread far away.

"Do you want to take a boat?"

A few strands of wet hair swayed between his brows, and he tilted his head to stare, his eyes were clear, but with a frank and pure hint, "We are not on the boat yet..."

All his thoughts were scattered by Cheng Siqi's shameless words.

Wuyan came back to his senses, held Cheng Siqi's wrist, and while gently stroking the well-shaped wrist bone, he said with a smile: "Master Suzerain, this is because you hate me. It was your poor health that time in the mortal world. The ground is freezing, I did it once on a boat, do I want to die?"

Feeling that Wuyan's finger was a little cold, Cheng Siqi held it back and smiled: "So you have to make it up to me. When you get on the boat, listen to me."

"it is good."

Insatiable smiled and responded, and he had already arrived at the riverside.

It was still early, Xu was the first boat, only Wuyan and Cheng Siqi were on the dilapidated pier.

The boatman is an old man with a gray beard, wearing a gown, showing two strong arms, he is always strong, leaning on the oar and smoking dry tobacco.

"Two copper coins for one person."

The boatman squinted his eyes, smiled and shouted, pinning the cigarette stick behind his back, and leaning on the oar, "The first trip, just you two, let's sail!"

"The boatman is in trouble."

Wu Yan handed the copper coins to the boatman, and got into the cabin with Cheng Siqi.

The black-topped boat was dilapidated, the cabin was narrow and damp, and the two boards where people were sitting were covered with moldy green spots.

Wuyan lifted his robe and sat down, then naturally raised his arms, and wrapped his arms around the tight waist, allowing Sect Master Cheng Shao to fill his arms.

"There's a nasty smell in here."

Rubbing against Wuyan's neck, Cheng Siqi said in a low voice, his voice slightly cold.

After the words fell, a gentle sigh sounded in the cabin: "Sect Master Cheng has such a keen spiritual sense."

Following this voice, a slender and weak figure appeared on the opposite side, and in the dim light, raised a face that was more beautiful than a woman's.

"Lin Kongyu."

Cheng Siqi's eyes were fixed, and the Jiqing sword let out a clanging sound.

It has been decades since I saw Lin Kongyu last time, and for a cultivator, these decades are just a flick of a finger.Although there was a bit of friendship between the few people at the beginning, they were completely different with the layers of division.

Cheng Siqi couldn't help recalling Lin Kongyu's appearance when he was crucified through the heart and sacrificed to the longevity tree.

He wanted to rescue him after he set the fire, but unexpectedly, after the longevity tree caught fire, Lin Kongyu had disappeared.Thinking back then, it was all just a show.

And with the destruction of Xuanjianzong, another layer of hatred was added to this division.

There is something wrong with the heart, so the sword has a sound.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Lin Kongyu lowered his eyes and coughed a few times, and his face turned pale again. He glanced at Cheng Siqi's Jiqing sword, shook his head and said, "Sect Master Cheng doesn't need to use the sword. I'm not here to kill you. I just received A letter from an old friend, I want to come to my little uncle for verification."

He looked up at Wuyan: "Lord Buddha, do you want to compete with me for the path to immortality?"

A boat sails in the heart of the river.

The thin morning light outside the cabin became more and more intense, leaking in, like a sharp knife's light, scraping on the beautiful eyebrows.

He didn't move his eyes, he wasn't surprised by Lin Kongyu's appearance and problems, he just raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "The present is not the past, so I don't dare to be a junior uncle."

"So nephew, don't think too much, the poor monk won't release the water."

He answered casually.

But the meaning of firmness in it is extremely clear.

It wasn't the first day that Lin Kongyu knew each other endlessly, so he naturally understood the weight of this seemingly joking statement.

He pursed his lips, frowned slightly and said: "You are a smart person, you should have guessed that the road to immortality has long been broken, even if you want to fight with me, it is just a bamboo basket to fetch water."

"I advise you not to argue."

He paused, and said: "It's not my selfishness. I can't say what the reason is. But this advice is for your own good. You can't see immortals on the road of striving for immortality, and there is only a dead end. You are new to Mahayana, Why be so anxious? As for Qi Mu, I will deal with it myself, you are not bound by an oath, so you can give it up."

Gently brushing away Cheng Siqi's hair brushing against his ears, he sneered tirelessly, raised his eyebrows, and there was a chill in the corner of his eyes: "The spirit master has lived nine lives, why does the older you get, the more nonsense you talk?"

He glanced at Lin Kongyu, flicked Cheng Siqi's Jiqing sword lightly with his fingers, and asked Cheng Siqi in a gentle voice: "Little ancestor, when you were in the mortal world, your sword was broken and shattered. You obviously don't have a sword in your hand. Do you still want to turn willows into frontiers and practice your sword every day?"

Coaxed by a doting and gentle whisper, Cheng Siqi's murderous aura gradually faded, and he said without hesitation: "I haven't finished this road yet, so I naturally have to practice."

Wu Yan frowned slightly, and laughed silently.

Lin Kongyu on the opposite side was startled.

"Some of you support me, some of you block me, and some of you coerce me."

Wuyan smiled lightly, "But no matter what, I chose this path and I want to go. It's not for the sake of becoming immortal or Buddha, nor is it for dying."

Unknowingly, the awning boat has drifted to the edge of the river and the sky, and the vast clouds and mist surround this sandalwood color, floating and sinking in silence.

There was silence in the cabin.

Lin Kongyu closed his eyes, coughed in a low voice after a while, stretched out his fingers and took out an old post from his sleeve, and put it on the seat beside him, "Since you have made up your mind, I will send this post to you." Here it is. On the day of Zhengxian Road, this post will account for good and bad luck for you, and a share of cause and effect."

Cheng Siqi subconsciously looked at the mediocre old post, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one on the wooden board opposite.

Wu Yan raised his hand to take the post, opened it and saw that it was empty.

But on the blurred old yellow cover of the post, there are three ink characters written in seal script in an upright manner-Zhengdaotie.

"Two little brothers, sit still, the wind is blowing, and the waves are rushing!"

The boatman's voice came from the bow.

The old man was sweating profusely, and while wiping the sweat towel on his shoulders, he yelled into the cabin. He didn't notice the strangeness in the cabin before, and he didn't even notice the black-covered boat that should have docked a long time ago. At that time, he was still in the heart of the river.

"Thank you boatman."

Responding to the outside, Wuyan isolated the outside world with his spiritual sense, hugged Cheng Siqi on his lap, stared at his eyes that were clearer than water, and smiled softly: "It is said that the world is the most difficult, it is me The Tao is not alone. But I am lucky to have the young suzerain to accompany me."

I haven't looked at Insanity's eyes for many years, but now that Cheng Siqi raised his eyes and looked in, he realizes the deep affection and warmth in them.

"Then you have to reward me."

Slowly unbuttoning the hidden button of the insatiable cassock amidst the turbulence of the river, Cheng Siqi's hand went down deeply, and the end of his eyes fainted with a light wet red: "One reward on the boat, one reward on the way back, at night at Yunding Peak In the soup pool, give me another reward..."

The awning boat staggered across the river.

As the sun rose, the thick fog on the river gradually dispersed, and the sweaty boatman finally saw the greenery on the other side.

Go down the river and stop at the shore.

The boatman jumped onto the pier to tie the rope, and shouted into the cabin: "You two brothers, we're docking!"

Called twice, but no one answered.The boatman got into the cabin in amazement, but only saw that it was empty, and the air was cold and damp, as if no one had been there at all.

The days have not been different since then.

The fairy sword that was the main peak of Xuanjianzong was lost in the starry sky, and Cheng Siqi moved a sword peak that went straight into the sky from elsewhere.Although it can't be compared with the fairy sword at all, this sword peak still has its own momentum, firmly supporting this once destroyed world.

On the top of the peak, Wuyan built a small courtyard.

Cheng Siqi occupied a large area of ​​the small courtyard, set up a sword training platform, and practiced sword every day.Even after working all night the day before, he never slack off.

At the beginning of the morning, when the sun is rising and the purple air is coming from the east, countless dark purple clouds will gather on this sword training platform, accompanied by thousands of rays of light.The disciples of Xuanjianzong looked from a distance, and they would see streaks of fierce sword energy coming out of the purple aura of the sun, and they often realized it.

Xie Zhou, as Cheng Siqi's only disciple, is now the young master of the Xuanjian Sect, and occasionally comes to the small courtyard to listen to Cheng Siqi's teachings.

When Xuanjianzong was reopened, An Ye, the cheap disciple Cheng Siqi accepted at random, also came here, but Wuyan's cultivation was different from the past, and he could see An Ye's alienation at a glance, so he rewarded him directly Palm, got some information about Jiejie.

With Wuyan and Cheng Siqi, two very young Mahayanas and Huashens, the Xuanjianzong was really like a embers in the ashes, slowly igniting.

"Master, Master..."

The sword training platform is open and flat, surrounded by clouds.

Xie Zhou fell heavily on it, cracking a large piece of the stone brick of the sword training platform.

Immediately, the halo of the formation flashed, and those stone bricks returned to their original state.Xie Zhou lay on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, "Today's share of my apprentice's beating...is enough."

What he looked at was a big willow tree with weeping branches.

The willow leaves flicked gently, and the lounge chair made a soft creaking sound.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Siqi leaned on the recliner and raised his eyelids to look at Xie Zhou, and then took a look at the damage to the sword formation on the sword training platform, and then swept Xie Zhou out of the formation with a wave of his hand.

"You will only grow if you are beaten."

Cheng Siqi brought out the catchphrase that his father cheated on his son, sipped his tea lazily, and then pointed out Xie Zhou's mistake word by word, and explained it carefully.

At this time, Xie Zhou quickly wiped off the blood on his face, made tea for Cheng Siqi, and took these teachings into his heart.

Cheng Siqi's mouth became parched, he took a sip of tea, asked and answered, in a trance, just like those years in the mortal world, never changed.

"Master, hasn't Master left the customs yet?"

Seeing Cheng Siqi's fading interest, Xie Zhou couldn't help saying.

"It's far away."

I don't know how many times I inadvertently looked at the small Buddhist hall with the closed door, and Cheng Siqi shook his head, "I look forward to him leaving the closed door, but I hope he can stay in closed door for a while longer. Because that means, he The cultivation base is more refined."

Xie Zhou was a little confused: "Master is already at the stage of Mahayana, and he still needs to be diligent..."

No one can answer his doubts this time.

But in the following decades, Insatiable has never left the customs.

Whether there is a provocation from a blind sect, or a calamity is raging, it is Cheng Siqi who comes out of the mountain.Some people in the comprehension world ridiculed Xuanjianzong as a paper tiger, not seeing the Mahayana, but only transforming into a god.But such sarcasm disappeared without a trace after Cheng Siqi defeated the seven great transformation gods of the Ziyi League with a single sword.

Also in the past few decades, many sword masters of Xuanjianzong have achieved success in sword training and descended the mountain with their swords in their hands.

At the Ling Xiao meeting, he overwhelmed Tianjiao, and practiced killing demons in the abyss of Hell.

After so many years, the blue embroidered sword uniform finally reappeared in the realm of comprehension, and once again reminded all the monks of the tyranny and dominance of Xuanjianzong, the head of the eight immortal sects.

As a sword repairman, you should go forward without hesitation.

With sincerity and heart, life and death sharpen the sword.

"Xuanjianzong, really came back to life."

The monks of the Eight Great Immortal Sects in the past all sighed with emotion, whether it was nostalgia or luck.

With the rise of Xuan Jianzong, who is fond of fighting, the expansion of Jiejie had to slow down.

Sword cultivators have been beheaded by sword cultivators constantly, plots have been debunked in advance, and even sword cultivators have become red-eyed and almost rushed into the depths of Hell.

Facing this group of lunatics, Jie Jie chose to give in.

The bloody atmosphere in the spiritual world was calmed down a lot at once, and the sudden calm was like the calm before the storm. It made countless people feel safe at one time, and at the same time made countless people tense their hearts.

At the same time, the legend of the road to immortality that had been hidden for more than ten thousand years suddenly spread, and various theories were rampant.

Some disciples of the hidden world sect read the scriptures, vomiting blood and shouting that the road to immortality has been broken, and there are also thousands of monks who rekindled their desire to become immortals, practiced in seclusion, seized treasures and killed people.

One day, Jiejie succeeded in forcibly opening the earth's veins, and the aura of the spirit world gushed out like rain.

Countless mortals germinated spiritual roots, and countless monks shouted for prosperity.But there are also countless people who grow old overnight, close the mountain gate in a hurry, and don't care about world affairs.

On such a sunny and rainy day, the closed wooden door of the Buddhist hall that Cheng Siqi had been looking at all day was finally opened.

Insatiable to go out, first cleaned up Cheng Siqi, and then dug a small pond next to Cheng Siqi's sword training platform.

The small pond is small, surrounded by bluestones, and the clouds are misty.

Insatiable brought water from the South China Sea to fill the pond, and took many lotus seeds from Tianyin Temple and planted them in the pond.

"When will the lotus bloom?"

While sitting barefoot by the pond taking care of the delicate budding lotus, Cheng Siqi suddenly raised his hand and wiped mud on Wuyan's face, and asked him softly.

Standing in the water, he caught Cheng Siqi's feet stirring the waves, smiled tirelessly, and answered irrelevant questions.

"It will be open."

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