"Uncle Dorje, come in and sit down?" Zhang Zhilin opened the door curtain and motioned for the middle-aged monk to enter.
Dorje, who had a wrinkled face, pushed his hands and raised his palms to refuse, "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your kindness."
Zhang Zhilin was not discouraged. Instead, he leaned towards the red-faced and rough-skinned Dorje and started chatting casually, "Uncle Dorje doesn't seem to believe in the Southland religion."
Dorje chuckled, "Before the war, I was always wandering around Yuanding Province and doing business at Hanguguan to fill my days."
"What kind of business is it?" Zhang Zhilin asked.
"Reselling medicinal materials. - In the land of snow all year round, the ice spirit and clean air, even the medicinal materials available in the mainland, are not as good as those in the south." Dorje did not hide it.
Zhang Zhilin was thoughtful.
"So, Uncle Dorje, you really have no chance to come into contact with religion. Isn't he a monk from the South?" Zhang Zhilin said thoughtfully.
"My father is. But when I was a child, my family had already moved to Hangu Pass." Dorje responded.
"Does uncle also approve of the war launched by the Shang Kingdom?" When Zhang Zhilin said this, his eyes were as cold as a snow leopard under the clouds.
Dorje looked directly into Zhang Zhilin's clear eyes, "Not just me, most people don't like war. - The light of the golden beads is still in the hearts of monks in the north and south, and in all directions."
"Just talking about this war, it may not be a disaster for the nine provinces." Dorje had a hint in his words.
Zhang Zhilin put away his increasingly sharp gaze and turned to jokingly saying, "Uncle Dorje, you have the cultivation level of the Condensing Cauldron Realm, so you don't need to be so dedicated, right?"
Dorje smiled bitterly, "You have to make ends meet. - This is the form, and it can only be like this for the time being."
Zhang Zhilin suddenly realized, "Uncle also knows some Buddhist methods, right?"
Dorje nodded, "After all, I have to look after Mr. Zhang. The Buddhist cultivators in the Southland still gave me some means to save my life."
Zhang Zhilin laughed and said, "Is it so dangerous?"
"Master Zhang, don't be ridiculous. After just one fight, Master Zhang broke through. With such a talent, no matter how cautious you are, you can't go wrong." Dorje expressed genuine admiration to the heroic young man in front of him.
Zhang Zhilin slowly adjusted his domain, "Although I have already reached the second level of the Cauldron, I am still far behind you, uncle."
Dorje nodded, "Young Master Zhang and I are two different realms apart. However, the wind blows away old things and urges new things to come into existence. I am old, but Young Master has just left Tanggu."
"Uncle also knows that the sun rises from Tang Valley and falls in Yuyuan?" Zhang Zhilin was quite amazed.
Dorje chuckled, "After all, you and I live together on the same day, so there will still be communication between us."
Zhang Zhilin's domain stretched across his body, and he suddenly crossed his legs and fell into meditation.
Dorje was quite puzzled when he saw this. But if Zhang Zhilin didn't take the initiative, he wouldn't stop him either, he would just stare attentively. .net
Gradually, Zhang Zhilin's domain hid his physical body, like a fog covering the image, making Zhang Zhilin's figure completely invisible.
Dorje didn't panic, his pupils shone brightly and became narrow. Like the moon in the pool, eyes filled with ice, "Don't rely on your body and mind to seek wisdom and merit."
In Dorje's eyes, there was a emptiness, no realm, no physical body, only the pure and pure land of Zhang Zhilin's soul, just like a lotus in the sky, a pure flower blooming in the wind.
"The flame of the soul is untainted, pure and unobstructed. Mr. Zhang is a god-given god." Dorje sighed sincerely.
After another moment, Dorje, who was staring closely at Zhang Zhilin, was slightly stunned: "No. This is not the Ningding Two Stars..."
Although there are not many monks who break through the realm in ten days and rise to the realm in half a month.
But Dorje had never heard of a monk who could break through in the Ningding realm within a month.
Dorje behaved in a panic, took out his psychic jade and informed the Buddhist cultivators in the camp, "Zhang Zhilin seems to have made a breakthrough again. He is currently setting up a trap in front of me."
After a moment, the psychic jade replied, "But believe in my method. Don't worry."
Dorje chuckled and slowly rubbed the psychic jade, "Sure enough...it's really a lot of trouble to send only one of me."
Dorje didn't do much, he just said lightly, "The world is old, and the river and the moon are old and sad. When the sky and the earth are red, the sun rises, and the world is white."
But behind Dorje, there were still spiritual fluctuations.
Dorje's ancient well was untroubled, and he just looked at the blindfold in front of him quietly. If not
Hearing is the same as not knowing. …
Zhang Zhilin grabbed a middle-aged monk and said, "Go. Take me to Li's house."
When the middle-aged monk saw Zhang Zhilin arrogant and bossy, he had no choice but to accept it. Although he was suspicious of which noble family this was, there was no dissatisfaction on his face.
"Sir, this is Li Guogong's camp. - Please, please. I will not follow you."
Zhang Zhilin pretended to put his hands on his hips and nodded, acting like a master.
The middle-aged monk smiled flatteringly and backed away with his back arched. There was no need to turn around, and he retreated straight. I think he is very skilled.
It wasn't until the smiling face receded that Zhang Zhilin strutted towards the camp gate.
Before the monk guarding the door could scold him, Zhang Zhilin stepped forward and said, "I am a monk under Prince Han. He is here to see Li Shinu, Li Bushu. Please inform me that an old friend of mine is here to visit me."
The gatekeeper monk muttered in his mind, "We are in the same boat and beaten together?——The Han family monks must be up to no good."
The monk guarding the gate here had not scolded the Han family enough in his heart, but Li Bushu had arrived in person over there.
When the gatekeeper monk saw the cold-faced Li Bushu, he trembled first, then turned around and stood back to his original position.
Li Bushu glanced at Zhang Zhilin with cold eyes and suddenly laughed, "We are in Yuanding Province again. Let's go."
Zhang Zhilin opened his eyes and stared at Li Bushu's back. He was stunned for a moment before remembering to lift his heels.
It wasn't until the two of them walked away that the two gatekeeper monks relaxed and became much lazier.
"Li Shinu, she really doesn't look like a bejeweled woman." One person lamented.
"Nv Huan Wen." Another monk sighed.
"Hiss. What are you talking about? The daughter of our family is so beautiful and cold and arrogant. How can she be like Huan Wen...that..." The former was angry.
"Li Shinv is high-spirited and courageous, and Huan Wen may not be able to match her," the latter retorted.
"It's a pity that he is a first-class person. He is not equal to my generation." The latter sighed again.
The former agreed, "Yes."
The two gatekeeper monks chatted without mentioning anything, while Zhang Zhilin and Li Bushu arrived at the residence.
Li Bushu settled alone in a remote place and lived in a secluded place, but no one disturbed him.
"The relationship with the family has not eased?" Zhang Zhilin tried his best to keep the surface calm and asked.
Li Bushu didn't hide anything and said clearly, "Why, this is not what you expected?"
Zhang Zhilin coughed lightly, "Have you ever investigated me?"
Li Bushu asked, "Aren't you the same?"
There was a moment of silence.
Zhang Zhilin was the first to admit generously, "I did try to understand you."
Li Bushu was not surprised. "Are you here to persuade me to escape from Shang Kingdom with you? You want me to follow you. Because we are the same type?"
Faced with Li Bushu's penetrating questioning, Zhang Zhilin was speechless for a moment.
"Since you and I have clear grievances and are arrogant, you should know that the Li family has failed me and is also kind to me. Isn't it the Li family who helped me in my cultivation? Why should I be ungrateful? , and why do you teach me to only hold grudges?" Li Bushu was extremely arrogant, drawing his sword and asking.
Zhang Zhilin let Li Bushu touch his chest with his long sword without flinching.
"How dare you persuade a proud and unyielding man to become a follower?" Li Bushu pursued the bandit bravely and did not give Zhang Zhilin any room to talk back.
Under Li Bushu's repeated questioning, Zhang Zhilin did not become angry, but was happy and suddenly realized, "Yes! You and I are the same people. Both disdain the same group, and are unwilling to be inferior. How can I rely on my own desires, and how dare I rely on others?" You and I are alike, so I will act like Sima Xiangru and lead you to elope with me!"
Li Bushu's eyebrows were filled with joy, and he sheathed his sword, "It's fair and honest. - It seems that Shang Yijiang made the right decision."
Zhang Zhilin straightened his arms and spread his hands, "At this moment, I have no choice but to lend Miss Li another sword to use!"
Li Bushu sneered and said, "You have borrowed my sword once. Last time I liked it, but this time, I don't like it!"
After saying that, the palm came like a tiger swooping down, and the roaring wind blew up.
