In the chaotic world, Xie Qingyun seemed to hear a loud "boom". The sky first cracked a gap. With the sound of "ticaca", the gap became bigger and bigger... His mind was excited and continued to breathe. The cloud waves rose up again, rushing into the sky like a dragon going out to sea. With the sound of the "clicking" mirror breaking, the whole sky opened.

At this moment, the vision was infinitely far away, and there were only small black dots left in the peaks. When the sky and the earth were reflected in, the sky became bright. Connecting the small black dots and the small black dots was a clear lake.

Downstream, in the chaotic fog, there seemed to be a sound of tides rising and falling.

The lake water is shimmering and slowly flows to the end of the sky.

Xie Qingyun's consciousness is in this world, and the extraordinary wonders that the world is endless and far away but is all under his feet. It can't be explained in words.

Slowly, messages came into my mind.

The second-level jade is called "Toping bricks and jade", which is a humble word for practicing, which means that the great way is used to make jade and bricks. It also means that using magic power to knock on the gate of heaven, attracting the heaven and earth to observe. It also means that one must always keep one's original intention in practice and that one can achieve something.

At this point, the aging of appearance has greatly slowed down, and the concreteness of mana has also changed from cloud waves to flowing water, which means that the quality and intensity of mana have undergone tremendous changes.

Knocking open the entrance to the Heavenly Gate means that the Qi Refiner becomes a part of this world, which means that the realm of immortality is no longer out of reach, but it also means that the various disasters on the road to immortality will become common phenomena in the practice life.

...

Xie Qingyun opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The divine light flashed in his eyes, and the aura around him bounced off the dust, which was spotlessly clean, and a subtle feeling in his heart was looming; but if he wanted to tell the secret, it was hard to say anything.

He stretched out his hand and silently mobilized his magic power to manifest it in his palm. It was indeed a liquid with a concentrated mass like flowing water. This subtle feeling of being close to this realm is by no means comparable to the "pull the seedlings and encourage growth" of Tianji Umbrella.

After only two months down the mountain, I broke through the second-level Yin Yu. If Elder Duan found out, I would probably use soul searching techniques to explore my secret on the spot... Xie Qingyun couldn't help but smile when he thought of this.

The second-level jade inspiration and the Tianji Umbrella should be enough to cope with most crises in Dongli. At this moment, the Huili Kingdom is the best time, and even if the Yunlei Sect sends people to deal with it, it can still cope with it calmly.

However, before Huili Kingdom, he did not forget the real purpose of this trip.

He had returned to the high mountain where the new tomb was opened. There was a temple opposite the clouds and mist. The temple was built very high and was separated from the human world, but it could be seen that the incense was strong, because there were dense incense in the ashes of the furnace worshiping the heaven and earth in front of the screen wall.

Several novice monks were sweeping the floor.

The bell rang five times, and it was the time of morning class, and they all ran away one after another.

Xie Qingyun walked into the Great Hall and did not see Tathagata, Amitabha and Guanyin Bodhisattva, only one Thousand-Handed Great Golden Buddha and two slightly smaller unknown Buddhas. He took out a ticket and cast it into the merit box that stood behind the high threshold.

A great monk was turning out from behind the shrine. He folded his hands together and chanted in his mouth: "My Buddha is merciful. Where does the donor come from?"

"The scattered man Xie Qingyun came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to obtain scriptures."

Xie Qingyun looked at the monk. The monk had a wide eyebrows, narrow chin, bright and clear eyes, and full seal hall. He looked about fifty years old and had a long and even breath.

"What scripture does the donor want to obtain?" said the great monk with a smile.

"Mahayana Buddhism?" Xie Qingyun was still naughty.

"The donor was joking, how could the Hinayana come from in the world?" The great monk led the way and led the way.

Xie Qingyun thought about it and followed. "Or what sutra I thought I had taken?"

"The monk thought that the donor was confused in his heart." said the great monk.

"What's the confusion?" Xie Qingyun said.

"This is to ask the donor."

At this time, we came to a clear and pure Zen room. The monk asked Xie Qingyun to sit down, then boiled water and cooked tea. "The monk is Kongzhi, the abbot of this temple, and the former abbot was the monk's master of the merit. He always said that the monk was not enlightened, but the monk realized that this was not the case."

"Oh?" Xie Qingyun said.

"If the donor comes with doubts, I think it needs answers." Kong Zhi said, "If it weren't for deep enlightenment, wouldn't the monk be a prophet?"

"You are indeed not like a prophet." Xie Qingyun said.

"The monk is also very good at managing the business." Kong Zhi said.

"What do you mean?" Xie Qingyun said.

"This temple is called Ci'an. It turns out that it is in Liguo, just a temple." Kong Zhi said.

"Oh?" Xie Qingyun's heart moved, "It's not Liguo Hezhou Baojing City, right?"

"The donor know?" Kong Zhi was shocked.

Xie Qingyun was even more surprised: "Is Baojing City not good? Why did you move here?"

"I'm not afraid that the donor will know, but it's still a bad word for "poor". " Kongzhi sighed.

"I am a sacred Buddha, and yellow and white things will only defile the Dharma." Xie Qingyun said.

"This is a bad word." Kong Zhi sighed, "The human body needs to absorb the essence of the grain. If he could not eat a full meal as a monk, his disciples would have run away long ago."

"I understand, I have to use money for everything." Xie Qingyun said.

"The Buddha does not speak of money." Hunzhidao.

"Oh?" Xie Qingyun said.

"This is called fate." Kong Zhi smiled and pushed the brewed tea to Xie Qingyun. "If I remain in Baojing City, there would be no one who could reach out to a rich hand, but fifty taels."

"So can I get the scriptures?" Xie Qingyun doesn't know how to drink tea, nor does he like to drink tea, but he still picked it up and drank it, "Fifty guan is just a stone to ask for directions. If the master can solve my doubts, there will be other rewards."

Kong Zhi smiled even more: "Since that's the case, please ask the donor to give a question."

Xie Qingyun thought about it, dipped in some tea and wrote nine words on the table.

Kong Zhi said in a daze: "What is it?"

Xie Qingyun was even more confused: "The Nine-character Mantra of Buddhism, isn't it?"

Kongzhi smiled slightly, and wrote "Empty, see, consciousness, thought, round, awareness, color, Dharma, emptiness" on the table, and then said softly: "Donor, this is the nine-character mantra of Buddhism, which corresponds to our practice. The highest state of emptiness is not only a kind of reincarnation, but also represents the highest state of my Buddha's "all kalpas"."

Xie Qingyun became embarrassed. He stood up and clasped his fists, "It seems that he was looking for the wrong direction below and said goodbye."

"Donor," Kong Zhi suddenly said, "Is there any abnormal movement in the thing under the Treasure Mirror City?"

Zhi Kaisan was right... Xie Qingyun's heart was filled with storm, and he turned around and showed a confused expression: "Is there something under the ground of Baojing City?"

Kong Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Ah, the monk said the wrong thing, the donor walked slowly."

He looked at Xie Qingyun's back, his eyes emitted golden light, as if seeing through everything, and said to himself, "It's indeed the seed of that thing. Have you been bewitched? Alas, it's rare to be a generous donor, this is not true. The Buddha said, "All sentient beings are in my body and mind." My Buddha is merciful, so he let the monk save the donor."

"Huixing." He shouted outside the door.

"Disciple is here." A little novice came immediately.

Kongzhi said: "Go and take my robes, tin staff and a magic hat."

"Yes." The little novice monk went there immediately.

The robe is black, with a gilt tin staff, and a vermilion-colored hat with a scarf. Kong Zhi came to the temple neatly and said to the little shaman who followed him, "I am not here, so you should not be lazy. In addition, pass on this story back to the Pure Land."

"Yes." The little novice responded.

...

Drowsiness during the day, drizzling drizzle.

It was not until Mao time, and the people who were rushing for the Hankou were already bustling in Shangyang City. This drizzle was not enough to hold an umbrella, but it was always uncomfortable to get wet, so I could only speed up my pace.

A chariot that had just entered the city, carrying vegetables picked at night and a few sacks of charcoal, made a difficult journey to the vegetable market.

The person who pulled the cart was a woman with a headscarf, and there was a little girl of eight or nine years old pushing the cart behind her.

The little girl had used her strength to feed her, but the cart was still walking very slowly. She knew that her mother was sick last night and was very burning. She had to pick vegetables and cook for her again. Now she must be exhausted. She insisted very hard because she wanted to share the pain for her mother.

Suddenly, a fair but pale hand came to me, and with just pushing it, the cart got up briskly.

"Thank you sister." The little girl looked at the owner of her hand and smiled sweetly.

The owner of the hand was half wearing a black robe, but only half of it was covered. The little girl was obviously stunned when she saw her because she had never seen anyone dressed like this - her entire upper body was wrapped with tender green cloth strips wrapped around her towering breasts.

The only one who dresses this way is Shen Manqing, who is unconventional and rebellious.

The people who were chasing her were searching the city, but she was here to help people push carts.

"Sister, are you not feeling well?" The little girl saw Shen Manqing staggeringly, and showed concern, "My mother is also sick. She said that she would go to get medicine when she left the market today and give her a pair of them to her?

"My illness cannot be cured by medicine." Shen Manqing glanced at her and smiled bitterly.

In the suffering of the world, I just stretched out my hand and someone got help. Why is there no such person who can also stretched out his hand and saved me? Besides, is my illness a bug crawling inside my body, right?

Where the consciousness shines, the smoke and waves are endless. A sword stands on the heaven and earth, and the storm casts a glow. The whole world seems to be in a grand manner. But the sword is clearly covered with tiny insects, which is shaking. However, compared to the 20 years of hard work, the miserable situation of betrayal, betrayal, and abandoned by the closest people is a hundred times more painful.

At this moment, she was undoubtedly trapped in the abyss of despair, dragging her heavy and broken body.

"What's your name?" Shen Manqing looked at the little girl.

The little girl smiled sweetly and said, "Gao Zhitian, sister, my name is Gao Zhitian."

Shen Manqing said: "I see that you have a pale face and thin skin. You must be in a bad state. Why do you smile so happily?"

"Because I can be with my mother, she is the person who loves me the most in the world. My mother said that as long as you persist, you will definitely have a good life."

"Where is your father?"

"He, he is drunk and can't scream."

Shen Manqing felt sad. People always look down on women, but they ask women to take more responsibility. Why is this? What happened to women practicing swords? Why can't I reach the top? That beast, who abandoned me back then, now... even Master...

Why?

Why?

She was angry and her fists were clenched.

"Sister, you were bleeding." Gao Zhitian suddenly exclaimed, and went around to the other side to hold Chen Manqing's hand.

Chen Manqing was stunned, relaxed, and let her push her away. It turned out that she was too hard and her nails were trapped in the flesh.

"Sister must be very painful." Gao Zhitian looked sad and took out a clean handkerchief from her arms and bandaged it.
Chapter completed!