The news spread throughout Mount Fanke that His Royal Highness the Prince had settled in a cottage by the stream. Many pilgrims did not dare to stay too long. After burning incense and worshiping Buddha, they hurried down the mountain. Of course, there are some brave pilgrims who think that if they don't cause trouble, they will be fine. They are a prince with a high status, so they don't bother to trouble you, so they still stay in peace, eat fast and worship Buddha every day, and bathe and purify themselves.
But all in all, Fan Keshan has returned to its deserted appearance. There were very few people burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and there were a lot of thatched cottages available for overnight stays.
Everyone was gone, and the old abbot was very happy. Although I definitely made a lot less money for incense, who cares about money among monks? What kind of bullshit orthodoxy was sealed by the Jing Dynasty and disturbed the tranquility of the mountains every day, so how could they talk about a pure place of Buddhism? Thanks to the mist-shrouded deception and the murderous prince, Mount Fanke returned to its dormant appearance. The sound of Sanskrit sounds in the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. Isn’t it as beautiful as the sound of the noisy sea of people?
If you want the six sense organs to be pure, you must first purify external objects. Only when external objects are pure can we calmly explore our inner being. In the final analysis, it is from the outside to the inside, and then from the inside to the outside. In fact, the same principle applies to love. You don't fall in love with someone only when you are in love with each other, but you only fall in love with someone after you fall in love with someone.
In the Zen room, the old abbot smiled and drank tea, holding the page of the book in his hand, just in time to see the scene of clouds and rain of talented people and beautiful women. After reading, he wanted to turn the page, but always felt a little reluctant to leave it. After reading every word, he once again read it carefully. , and then turned to the next page with satisfaction.
This old abbot, who has been rumored to have "become a Buddha in the flesh", is admired by people all over the world, but he has such a "harmless" little hobby. If this spreads out, the whole world will probably explode.
There is only one person who knows this secret, and it is the young monk who achieved enlightenment in the meditation machine a few days ago. As the heir to the mantle of the old abbot, he has a very high status in the temple and is the only one who can enter and leave the Zen room in the backyard at will. Therefore, he often bumps into his master reading and having fun. At first, he was so embarrassed that he looked for ants all over the floor. Over time, he got used to it. .
Unfortunately, the old abbot didn't know that there was a fellow of the same religion living in Mount Fanke. He kept countless rare books and also liked to read forbidden books while warming wine in the snow at night. If the two of them met, they would definitely share the elegance of mountains and rivers, and they would even become friends through books and become lifelong friends.
In Linxi Thatched Cottage, Guiliu was taking a nap on the table with a book on his head.
It looked like Fen Gao had been reading the scroll all night long.
Li Minghao disappeared without a trace. He was idle all day long, going up the mountain to steal birds, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Sizhi came back from the little girl, with a little makeup on her face, looking pretty and charming. The thatched cottage was not closed, and she saw the man holding a book on his head from a distance, and felt speechless for a while.
She walked into the thatched cottage gently, sat down next to the sleeping man, put her chin in her hands, and sighed softly.
It’s another boring day, what should I do to make it worse?
She thought about it, but couldn't come up with a result. She accidentally caught a glimpse of the book on Guiliu's head, picked it up, and started reading boredly.
Is this thing really so attractive to men?
She was doubtful, so she turned to the first page and read it carefully.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but if you look at it, you will fall into the quagmire and be unable to extricate yourself. There are many delicate and soft plots in the book, which are described in a fascinating way and have a strong sense of immersion. Wang Sizhi became a character in the book without knowing it, and her face turned red without knowing it.
As for those meticulous descriptions, she was still a little shy and didn't dare to look at them. Don't look at it, I always feel itchy in my heart. Finally, she came up with a good way to deceive herself and others. She covered one eye, turned a blind eye, and secretly took a glance at it every time. Then she connected them into lines in her mind, and each line formed a picture. .
I have to say, this is a really good idea.
She became more and more engrossed in watching, so much so that time flew by without even realizing it. Unknowingly, there are only a few thin pages left in a thick book. She couldn't hold back her excitement and joy. She was finally going to see a talented man and a beautiful woman get married, and her first love affair was on the wedding night. Just as she was about to turn the next page, the book in her arms was suddenly snatched away.
A warm voice came from behind her, "If you don't know etiquette, justice and shame, how do your men discipline you?"
Wang Sizhi anxiously snatched the book from his arms, "Give it back to me quickly!"
Guiliu hid the book behind his back, took a step back and distanced himself, looked at her with a playful smile, and said, "You're obsessed with just one book? It's incredible."
Wang Si realized this later and blushed with embarrassment. It was only after she looked at it that she realized that this kind of thing was really tempting. The beauty between the lines, the twists and turns of love, the sanctimoniousness of the man, and the indulgence of the woman's lust are really vividly and vividly depicted on the page.
Although she was a little embarrassed and angry, she was still thinking about the end of the book. She didn't want to argue too much with the man, so she blushed, spread out a hand, and said bluntly: "Give it back, I want to finish reading it."
Guiliu was stunned for a moment. Seeing her serious face, but also slightly angry, after hesitating for a moment, he still decided not to play with fire and burn himself, so he obediently returned the book to her.
Wang Sizhi glanced at him and murmured: "You know what I mean."
She sat down to read again, holding her chin in her hands, smiling slightly from time to time. The description of the first trial of clouds and rain in that chapter is really touching. Between the lines, sounds and colors are present.
Guiliu walked out of the thatched cottage, stretched out into the sunny world, and suddenly felt refreshed. Looking back, I saw that Nizi was smiling happily and her face was flushed, so I knew that I would have another Taoist friend in the future.
Walking to the steamy hot spring behind the thatched cottage, Gui Liu stepped directly into the pool without taking off her clothes. After sitting down safely on the smooth boulder, he closed his eyes and felt the warmth and nourishment of every inch of his skin. The old abbot once told him that Fanke Mountain is a blessed place, and the springs and hot springs derived from it contain abundant spiritual energy, which is of great benefit to the spiritual practice of Qi practitioners and can also be beneficial to the martial arts to consolidate their realm.
A beautiful flying sword suddenly flew out of his acupuncture point, suspended high above the spring water, and then became motionless, as if a Zen master was meditating.
Being able to successfully refine this Man Ting Fang was a blessing in disguise. That day when I took the Life-Extending Golden Pill, my body's true energy overflowed, and I was in danger of collapse at any time. Fortunately, there were six Cipai Flying Swords in the acupoint that needed to be refined with my true energy, so I survived and successfully refined them. The whole courtyard is full of beauty.
Now soaking in the pool water, Gui Liu is absorbing the true energy to refine the second Ci Pai flying sword called "Drunken Whip".
These six Ci Pai flying swords are worthy of being able to kill drunkards in an instant. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to refine them. The Taoist life-extending golden elixir is rare in the world, but it can only be refined into a Man Fang Garden. And Guiliu has been attacking the second refining pass for a long time, but it still hasn't made any progress, which means that Zui Chuibian's appetite is much bigger than Man Ting. According to this state, if you want to refine the Drunken Whip, you will have to take two life-extending golden elixirs.
Refining the second flying sword is already so difficult. How to go from here on, Guiliu really can't even think about it. If he hadn't received the great opportunity and gift, the thought of refining Nuopo Huanxisha and Tang Duoling, the last two Cipai flying swords, would have been a matter of a few lifetimes.
All in all, in one sentence, the road ahead is long and difficult.
But since this is the case, Guiliu is not impatient. For this kind of thing in your lifetime, just let nature take its course.
This pool of warm water in the blessed land of Fanke Mountain is made of extremely pure spiritual energy, which is a great tonic for spiritual warriors. However, for pure warriors who only rely on a breath machine to circulate, it is like drinking wine. , Drinking too much is harmful to the body.” Therefore, the time Geiliu spends here every day is very limited, generally speaking, it does not exceed one and a half hours.
When he lazily opened his eyes again, an hour had passed unknowingly. He felt a little tired today and decided not to take a dip anymore. Man Tingfang returned to his sheath, and he slowly walked out of the warm pool. The spiritual energy on his robes suddenly dissipated, and he looked like he had before entering the pool.
Guiliu walked back to the thatched cottage and found that Wang Sizhi had finished reading the book and was playing with the white cat in his arms. Suddenly, he was stunned. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually saw that the white cat also had a pair of charming bright red glazed eyes. But when he stared again, he found that the pair of beast eyes were just ordinary yellow and blue.
Seeing that he was back, Wang Sizhi put down the white cat, took out a bowl of warm porridge and gave it to him, and said softly: "Eat it."
Guiliu teased her, "No sugar buns?"
"No!" she said angrily, and she was a little afraid that he would come and force the bow with his hand, so she simply left the thatched cottage and hid by the stream with the white cat in her arms.
It has to be said that Xueqiu'er has become much plumper again, a whole circle fatter than when she first met in Qingqian City. To use an analogy, it's like a poor man who doesn't have enough to eat transforms into a rich man with a big belly.
Regarding the changes in Xue Qiu'er's weight, Wang Sizhi undoubtedly has the most say. She personally witnessed how a cat can go from being light in frame to as heavy as a boulder. Once you hold it, you won't feel tired even if you walk for a long time. But now, as long as I hold it in my arms, I feel like my chest is pressed against a wall and I can't breathe.
At this moment, she was sitting on the boulder by the stream, holding Snowball in her arms. Xueqiu'er has a plump body, and when she occasionally twists her body, her breasts will be squeezed to reveal a slightly plump curve.
Suddenly, Xueqiu'er blinked her moist beast eyes, gently placed a cat's paw between the soft and plump parts, and meowed lazily.
Wang Sizhi narrowed her eyes, gently tugged on its little ears, and shouted softly: "Are you brave? Believe it or not, I won't hold you anymore? Anyway, you are so fat and will be heavy when I hold you. You will walk on your own from now on."
Xueqiu'er immediately looked at her with tears in his eyes, meowed softly in aggrieved tone, buried his whole little head in her arms, and kept rubbing her, trying to get her forgiveness.
Wang Sizhi snorted coldly, "Those people were all eaten by you. In the end, I have to bear the burden for you. I will only help you this time. I won't do it next time. Do you hear me?"
Guiliu didn't know that Wang Sizhi had no intention of eating Zhuang Bingyan's four powerful and evil servants. Instead, this naive plump white cat opened its bloody mouth and ate them all without even spitting out the bones. .
This is also the reason why it has gained a lot of weight.
The white cat meowed lazily, which was a response to her, but it seemed a bit perfunctory.
Wang Sizhi immediately narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "If you do it again, I will never forgive you."
The white cat blinked and looked at her, then immediately wilted, meowed in annoyance, and lowered its ears.
Sitting by the stream, she didn't notice that the old abbot had quietly drifted into the thatched cottage.
He came with tea and left empty-handed.
And send a congratulations to Guiliu,
"Congratulations to Your Highness the Prince for dispelling his anger. Tomorrow at noon, you can enter the long river of time again."
It seems to be caught off guard, but it is expected.
Because after that farce on the mountain, one person was forgiven, one person understood the meaning of Zen, and one person let go of his anger.
