Over the years, the old monk has not thought about anything. Sometimes when he is bored, he will deduce the matter and put himself in the position of the black-clothed monk. He can't do it no matter what.

So he had to admire the monk who was much younger than him. It was also at that time that he began not to regard himself as half of his master.

The monk in black suddenly stood up and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's him or not. I will still have three bowls of rice tomorrow, not one more bowl."

The old monk looked at the black-robed monk in front of him, with some special emotions in his eyes. It was as if at this moment, he was seeing the young monk again, and the same was true. It seemed that he had no worries in his heart.

The things in front of him seem to be done if he wants to do them. If he doesn't want to do them, he just doesn't do them. He doesn't care about them or overthinks them.

After saying this, the monk in black stood up, turned around and left the small temple.

The old monk didn't say anything to stop him, but just watched the black-robed monk leave, his two white eyebrows waving slowly.

A small temple, with people inside and people outside.

One person may never leave the small temple in this life, and one person may never return in this life.

The monk in black returned to Bailu Temple from the small temple on the mountainside, and then went to the Zen room to change into a clean monk's robe, which was still black.

Then he entered the Mahavira Palace.

In the Main Hall here, there are some monks who are quite young, either with white eyebrows or with old faces. They are standing quietly on both sides. The last one on both sides is the abbot of Luming Temple, Master Pingdu.

Among the great monks in this world, the leader of the Sword Sect is now unparalleled. The former Wu Hao Zhenren was also extremely brilliant. The Emperor of Liang suppressed the world with his body. Although the president of the academy is inferior, he is still famous.

But it seems that only this Buddhist head, the abbot of Luming Temple, is too unknown.

In these years, he has almost never taken action and almost never walked around the world to do any big things.

In fact, only a few highly respected monks in Buddhism will know how advanced this monk is in Buddhism.

As for those who don't know how to fight, although they may not be as good as a few people, they won't be looked down upon by others.

The monk in black scratched his bald head, looked at the old monk Pingdu over there, and said with a smile, "Uncle Master, I think if you are fine, you really need to go outside and look at these statues every day.

Buddhism can be high, but how can it be higher?"

The old monk Pingdu was not in a hurry to speak, he just smiled

He looked at the black-clothed monk in front of him. In fact, this monk had only been in Luming Temple for more than 20 years. He shouldn't have called him uncle according to his seniority, but because of that well-known reason, everyone agreed that he would.

It was the other person, so I accepted his shouting by default.

If others mentioned this kind of thing, the old monk Pingdu would probably not take it seriously. After all, his Dharma is indeed very high. There is probably no other person in the world who can compare with him. But when the black-robed monk in front of him mentioned this matter,

He was still willing to think about it.

"The one with the sword has already broken through. Yun Jianyue, who came later, is about to catch up. As for that, uncle, you can see it clearly. If you don't do anything anymore, then..."

At this point, the black-clothed monk stopped abruptly, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, my uncle knows his path very well. As a junior, I won't say more."

The old monk Pingdu didn't worry too much, he just asked softly, "Have you thought about it? Don't think about it anymore?"

Although he knew that this was a redundant step and a redundant question, he still wanted to ask for some reason, probably because he was reluctant to do so.

"I don't think so anymore, Uncle Master. Based on your understanding of us, will we change our minds?"

The monk in black used the word "we".

The old monk Pingdu didn't say anything, just sighed, then took a few steps, took a willow branch from a monk beside him, dipped some water in it, and gently brushed it over the head of the monk in black.

Then he handed the willow branch to the monk in black and said with a smile, "After you step out of this main hall today, you will no longer be a monk of Luming Temple."

Expelled from the temple?

No, just returning to the secular world.

In fact, they all mean the same thing.

They have nothing to do with each other since then.

The monk in black smiled and said nothing.

The old monk Pingdu couldn't help but said again, "I've already walked through it once, and want to see the scenery I've seen again?"

The monk in black shook his head and said, "I don't want to say whether it is the road I have walked or the scenery I have seen. This time it is different."

The old monk Pingdu remained silent.

The monk in black turned around and came to the threshold. He stepped out with one foot but before the other foot stepped out.

The old monk Pingdu shouted from behind, "Huixuan, take care!"

"I won't call you by this name anymore." The monk in black didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

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Infatuated view.

Yun Jianyue, who was dressed in a dark red Taoist robe, turned pale and slowly came to the back mountain.

We arrived in front of the most remote caves in the back mountain.

There are overgrown vegetation here, and the entrances of some caves have long been blocked by weeds. Even if you look carefully, it is difficult to tell whether it is a cave or not.

The concept of infatuated mind is rich in foundation. Almost every once in a while, someone will appear, and there will be no interruption. However, when these Taoists reach such a state, only some of them can walk in the world and leave their names in the world, and there are more people.

Then you will choose to retreat, and then whether you will break through the realm, or whether you will die or disappear, in fact, even if you look at yourself with infatuated mind, not many people know about it.

Yun Jianyue appeared here at this moment, looking at the caves that either had some faint breath coming out, or had no breath at all.

After taking a deep breath, Yun Jianyue said softly, "Seniors, since you didn't care about the things in the contemplation or the things in the world in the past, you can just concentrate on practicing. There are disciples in the things in the contemplation and the things in the world."

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The Demon King’s City.

In that Wutong Palace, Xilu sat cross-legged under the Wutong tree, his face pale.

The injuries suffered that day have not fully recovered to this day.

The flying sword named Lou Wai Qiu was inserted at his side, and there happened to be a fallen leaf resting on the hilt.

Xi Lu opened his eyes slightly and looked at the sycamore leaf.

In an instant, a sword energy suddenly emerged and cut it directly.

There was already a lot of sword energy in that flying sword, but the sword energy at this moment did not overflow from the flying sword.

From another place.

Xilu's eyes returned to pure white.
Chapter completed!