Li Ye, who was thousands of miles away, neither knew the thoughts of the young lady in Fengyun City nor the worries of Li Mingzhu in the Domain Lord's Mansion.
During these days when he returned to Prajna Temple, he seemed to have returned to the previous time.
In addition to sweeping the floor every day, he would go back to the small courtyard to practice his sword, occasionally copy scriptures, cook porridge with Wuyou and fill his stomach, and pass the time.
Without the seventh-level body-tempering herbs, it would be useless just to be anxious.
In the afternoon of that day, the autumn wind was picking up in front of him, and the day to leave Prajna Temple for Xuantian Temple was getting closer and closer. With his heart like a lake, it was difficult for him to fall into concentration, so he had to put down the wolf hair he was holding and moved a chair to sit in the yard. Enjoy the shade under the trees inside.
A few leaves were blown off the branches by the autumn wind. Before they could fall outside the wall of the small courtyard, they were picked up by a gust of wind and floated gently to the table in front of Li Ye...
Sitting alone in the empty courtyard, he guarded a pot of water, drank all the remaining tea in the cup, and murmured to himself: "Should I practice swords in the future or make swords? I don't know where those two body-tempering elixirs are. Where can I find it? The teacher said that the heart should be as calm as the water, but my heart is like a pebble dropped into the lake..."
All the methods used by cultivators in the five realms range from gathering energy to building foundations, then from golden elixirs to Yuanying, and from now on, from breaking through distractions to transcending tribulations. The only ones they practice are the physical bodies of Buddhism.
In addition to relying on chance and coincidence, this physical technique also requires that rare elixir as a media.
Only by breaking through both his spiritual practice and his physical body can he have a chance to break through the imprisonment of the old monk of the Great Buddha Temple in his body. And where will he find the legendary elixir?
I have worked very hard to cultivate, so why is God unwilling to give me a chance to break through? Let me break through to the legendary realm, and at least return to the previous Nascent Soul realm, right?
Otherwise, if I return to the Five Realms one day, how will I fight with those killers? Why should I fight with the sword against the young lady? I am afraid that even Nalan Yu in White Jade City is far beyond his own realm.
I want to break through the limitations of the physical body and pursue a higher realm.
I think, I can!
Feeling bored, he gently turned the space ring left by Po Xu Monk between his fingers and found the iron piano owned by his husband.
With a thought, he placed it on the stone platform, stretched out his hands to tune a tune, and wanted to play a tune.
I dialed a few tunes and hummed a few words, but I couldn't find the feeling. In desperation, he picked up the kettle, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it, then washed his face with a basin of spring water, and then sat back at the table.
There were many tunes in his mind, but not the one he wanted at this time.
After a few ding-ding-dong-dong sounds, a note was suddenly struck, and a tune that had never been played or sung came out.
After humming a few times, he started with an interlude, hummed softly, and a song "Baitou Yin" flew out from the small courtyard, circulated in the mountains, and hovered on the golden roof of the main hall of Prajna Temple... ...
It's as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.
I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to resolve it.
Today's drinking party, Mingdangou water head.
The crocodile is on the ditch, and the ditch water flows east and west.
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Unknowingly, Li Ye merged into the seventh level of the Formless Dharmakaya amidst the sound of the piano and singing.
The melodious sound of the piano and the resentful singing reached the ears of the monks in the temple, and also drifted into Master Minghui's meditation room.
Wuyou, who was lying down and about to fall asleep, also turned his ears to listen. After identifying the direction, he smiled and said to the senior brothers around him: "This is Senior Uncle Wuchen's place. I didn't expect that Junior Junior Uncle can play the piano. I will have a good time with him another day." study."
The monks nodded and said in unison: "Little Master Uncle is really a talent!"
Minghui, who was sitting quietly in the meditation room, sighed softly after listening to it twice.
He said to himself: "Who cuts the strings lightly? The autumn wind in July is like scissors."
There was even a woman who was offering incense and worshiping the Buddha in the main hall. She listened and inquired: "Is this a pilgrim temporarily staying in the temple, or a monk practicing in the temple? This song should only exist in heaven. How can the Buddha hear it once?"
A monk on duty told the woman: "This is our little uncle. He is not under our control, and it will be difficult for you to see him."
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After playing the piano and humming three times, Li Ye stopped his fingers and pressed them on the strings. He stopped singing and reached out to touch. There were two lines of tears on his face, which wetted his clothes.
"Why are you crying today?" He murmured to himself. He couldn't remember the last year he shed tears.
For a moment, his consciousness fell on Ming Hui's meditation room and heard his last words.
I couldn't help but frown and asked: "Why is Qiu Feng a scissor?"
Minghui, who was sitting in the Zen room, was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, holding a flower in his left hand and pointing in the air with his right hand.
He smiled lightly and said, "What a good fellow, you actually eavesdropped on what your senior brother was saying."
"Senior brother, why is Qiu Feng a pair of scissors?" Li Ye continued to ask.
Minghui sighed softly when he heard this and said: "You are too young to understand these melancholy... Don't you know that time is like a knife, urging people to grow old? The autumn wind rustles the autumn leaves, and the wind blows like scissors. ....."
Li Ye chuckled and said with a grin: "I didn't expect that senior brother can also compose poetry. It's really rare."
"Do you want to come over and make tea?" Minghui said with a faint smile.
Li Ye shook his head and replied: "Forget it, I'll slow down and copy the scriptures later..."
"Since you have no intention, why do you disturb my mood?"
Ming Hui scolded him, and then waved her finger to disperse Li Ye's consciousness.
With his heart gradually becoming chaotic and ripples appearing, how could he think of going to Minghui to make tea and discuss the truth? First, he would sort out the mess in his heart, which would make sense.
He put away the iron harp, turned around and went into the house to get a piece of lake paper, then took the inkstone and wolf hair on the table to the stone platform in the yard, soaked the inkstone with spring water, and stretched out his left hand to rub ink carelessly.
After ending his conversation with Minghui and withdrawing his consciousness, he returned to his previous thoughts.
Xindao just played an ancient tune, why did he cry inexplicably? The autumn wind is still blowing, and I feel sad.
The ink was already worn out, so I reached out to pick up the wolf hair and put pen to paper following my thoughts. Unexpectedly, it was still the song "White Head Yin".
It's as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.
I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to resolve it.
...
I heard that you had two opinions, so why did you come to make a decision? Who do you want to break up with? Why decide?
He shook his head vigorously and murmured to himself: "I am moved to tears, and I am so frightened by others... Is this the current situation? I wonder what the situation of the young lady on Phoenix Mountain is like now. Have you forgotten yourself?"
My mind wandered, but the wolf hair under my hand did not stop.
After a while, a piece of small regular script appeared on the paper. Although it looked quiet and beautiful, it could not hide the trace of sword intent spreading from the paper.
Put down the wolf hair, pick up the cup and take a few sips of herbal tea.
After thinking about it, it is really inappropriate to place such a poem in Prajna Temple.
Then he took out the fire folder, drew it with his hand, blew lightly, lit the corner, and watched it burn slowly, as if the sword intention under the ink was also beating in the flames, and was about to come out of the paper.
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At this moment, on the way from Sifang City to the Central Territory, Dongfang Yu'er and Su Qingyue were sitting in the carriage. The little girl leaning against the window suddenly felt palpitations, and an inexplicable loss came to her heart.
He opened his big black eyes and stared blankly at the master in front of him, not knowing how to describe his mood at this time.
Su Qingyue was startled, looked at her and said, "What's wrong? Will you have nightmares if you close your eyes to relax?"
Dongfang Yu'er shook her head, not expressing her inner feelings and not knowing how to express them.
Could it be that someone in the distance is missing me?
But in this situation, who would miss him?
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In the garden of the General's Mansion, the young lady is practicing her sword under the tree.
The mood was just right, but suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart. He couldn't hold the lady's sword in his hand and fell to the ground with a clang, frightening Lin Yueru and Xu Jingyun who were chatting in front of the flower hall.
"Ershuang, what's wrong with you? How could you lose your strength when you're fine?" Xu Jingyun frowned.
The young lady didn't reply, she just reached out and picked up the Lady Sword from the ground.
He turned back to the flower hall and sat down next to Lin Yueru. He said nothing and stared at the sky in a daze.
Lin Yueru reached out and stroked her long hair, sighing softly: "Why is this?"
"I don't know, I just have inexplicable heart palpitations..."
The young lady thought to herself: Could it be that that guy is angry with herself?
But who could predict this moment?
But I saw a gust of autumn wind passing by like a knife, blowing away the withered yellow all over the garden.
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Seeing the lake paper burnt to ashes, Li Ye walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the back mountain.
It is not appropriate to copy scriptures if your mind is not calm, but you can climb mountains to look into the distance and pick mushrooms and wild vegetables in the mountains.
Since Tianshan Mountain, he has been accustomed to a life of practicing alone.
The loneliness that the world cannot bear, in his eyes is a rare kind of tranquility.
This understanding seems simple, but actually contains a kind of persistence and determination.
The mental state of ordinary practitioners simply cannot bear this kind of pain, let alone at his age, but Li Ye can.
Because he can, he can turn loneliness into calmness, and then turn calmness into calmness, and turn calmness into the power of practice, a trace of sword intent that the world cannot imitate.
Unknowingly, the speed of his feet became faster and faster, and in an instant he climbed to a mountain peak a hundred feet away from Prajna Temple.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the chilling autumn wind, I shouted to the sky with all my strength: "The mountain is high and I am the peak, and I hold my head high and proud of the sky."
Along the way, he has seen the rainbow in the sky, and believes that in less than ten years, he will be able to touch the white clouds in the sky.
No matter whether he was practicing hard in the glaciers of the Tianshan Mountains, chopping wood and carrying water in the Great Buddha Temple, or sweeping the floor in the Prajna Temple, nothing could stir his state of mind.
Not to mention that after practicing casting skills with Ouyang Dongli, he continued to practice day and night, gradually tempering his weak heart into a rock.
Thinking about the increasingly tough physical strength in his body, thinking about his father, mother and sister waiting for him to return home in Fengyun City thousands of miles away, thinking that one day he would forge his own destiny sword.
Muttering to himself: "Just wait for me."
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In the small bluestone courtyard of Xuantian Temple, Xia Wutong was boiling water under the pear tree while asking her husband for advice on how to practice the "Blue Bird Jue".
Mu Mu stayed by the side listlessly, supporting her chin with her hands, as if she was gradually falling asleep.
Li Hongxiu and Tang Qiuyu were hiding in the room. In their words, women need to take beauty sleep, and the time at noon cannot be wasted.
"Sir, why is it so difficult for me to break through after I practice the Blue Bird Technique to the third level?" Xia Wutong looked at the gentleman with confusion and asked softly.
While pouring the tea, the teacher replied with a faint smile: "You are only in the early stage of Jindan. It is not easy to practice the technique to the third level. I guess your master has only reached the fifth level."
Xia Wutong was stunned, looked at her husband and said blankly: "Doesn't it mean that I have to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in order to practice the fourth level of mental skills?"
The husband nodded, poured tea into the cup in front of her, and replied softly: "That's the truth. Cultivation is a long process, and it's useless to just be anxious."
"What should I do?" Xia Wutong asked softly.
"You haven't seen that my disciple is practicing a skill in Prajna Temple. It will take at least ten years of hard work, and he may not be able to succeed."
The husband looked at her and replied quietly.
"Ten...ten years? Then wouldn't he want to spend the best ten years of his life in the boring place of Prajna Temple?"
Xia Wutong couldn't help but laugh when he thought about Li Ye sweeping the floor in Prajna Temple.
The husband looked at her and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed softly.
He said: "How long is the road to spiritual practice? If we don't lay a solid foundation when we are young, it will be like wishful thinking to achieve a higher realm breakthrough in the future."
After Xia Wutong heard what her husband said, she looked back and thought about her journey along the way, and nodded gently.
Ning Sheng said: "In order to be able to practice to a higher realm in the future, no matter how much hardship you endure now, it is all worth it."
"My brother seems to have never said that he endures hardships?" Mu Mu, who was half asleep, suddenly said this.
Xia Wutong was startled, and when she realized what she was doing, she glared at Mu Mu fiercely. "Mumu, do you want to scare people to death?"
Mumu stuck out her tongue and made a face for her.
Since meeting Li Ye on Tianshan Mountain, Mu Shu has never seen Li Ye complain in front of her. In her heart, her brother is naturally the strongest boy, bar none.
Xia Wutong looked at her and asked, "Mu Mu, how did Li Ye practice with you on Tianshan Mountain?"
Mu Mu thought for a moment, tilted her head and said, "Practice your sword, climb mountains and pick fruits, and go crazy with Mu Mu."
Xia Wutong was stunned and looked at her blankly: "That's it?"
Mu Mu smiled and said: "If not, what else can we do?
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