It was another snowy night, and Li Xiuyuan, who was wrapped in an animal blanket, rarely had half a day of leisure.
After a careful sleep, I woke up early and opened my eyes. There was still wind and snow everywhere.
After resting for two days, he estimated that today both his master Nalan Ruoyu and the young lady from the Chen family would go up the mountain to cause trouble for him.
But his own troubles lay beneath the abyss of Bamboo Peak.
Otherwise, in this increasingly windy and snowy weather, he should have gone into a cave to light a charcoal fire to escape the cold wind.
But he was afraid that as soon as he stepped into the cave, he would be transported to the abyss and have an endless duel with the zombies there.
Compared with these zombies under the abyss, all the duels in the world are no longer so scary to him, and the wind, snow and snow in the Xuanwu Continent are no longer snow in his eyes.
I cooked a pot of meat porridge and a pot of spiritual tea. I filled my stomach and looked at the sky. It was about Mochen hour.
It is estimated that Yu Zun will come up with Miss Chen.
After hesitating for a long time, he changed into a coarse cloth shirt worn by a handyman disciple of Tianyun Mountain, opened the curtain of the bamboo shed and walked towards the cave.
With a wave of his hand, he set up a magic circle outside the cave, thinking that he would die again, since he had never died before.
Under this abyss, in just ten days, he had already died twice.
After entering the cave, he silently recited the Buddha's greeting, and saw a golden light shining, and instantly disappeared into confusion and weightlessness.
Falling down into the abyss.
...
Just as Li Xiuyuan expected, Yuzun brought Miss Chen's family up to find her, followed by Ping'an and Xiao Ling'er, and Sima Jinglan from a distance.
Nalan Ruoyu returned to her previous demeanor, and treated Sima Jinglan and Chen Xiaoyan in the same lukewarm way.
The two girls had long known that the Jade Lord of Zhufeng was like this, and they were not surprised at the moment.
The two women were a little uneasy, thinking that they would meet the legendary senior brother soon.
When a group of five people passed through the restriction imposed by Meng Shentong and entered the bamboo shed, Nalan Ruoyu was still greatly shocked.
"This little guy, knowing that I was coming to find you, actually hid in early in the morning." Nalan Ruoyu said bitterly, looking at the steaming teapot on the table.
Looking at Chen Xiaoyan who was bewildered behind him, Nalan Ruoyu smiled bitterly and said: "That guy was afraid of meeting strangers and hid. Even I don't know where he went."
She was telling the truth. After all, she didn't even know how to get to the abyss, not to mention the old man in the library.
Sima Jinglan didn't know what her master was thinking, so she just stood quietly behind her.
After a long while, Chen Xiaoyan couldn't help but ask: "Master, is my junior brother hiding in the cave and not wanting to see me?"
Nalan Ruoyu looked up at her and said with a smile: "If you want to see it, go and see it."
At this moment, Xiao Ling'er ran in and said, "Sister, there are restrictions in the cave. Neither I nor Ping An can enter."
Nalan Ruoyu looked at her cowardly look and shook her head helplessly: "You can use your consciousness to find him. That wild boy is just like a bandit. Even I don't take him seriously."
"Brother is hiding. He definitely doesn't want to come out and see people at this time."
Ping An looked at the four women in front of him, frowned and said, "Even Ping An doesn't know where he went. It's not fun anymore."
"So you don't want to see me yet?" Chen Xiaoyan murmured softly, looking at the bamboo swords on the bamboo stand.
But when she came to the mountain to find Li Xiuyuan with joy, she came to nothing.
Sima Jinglan searched twice before and after the bamboo shed, and shouted several times throughout the mountains, but there was no sign of Li Xiuyuan.
"Master, where did this guy go?" Chen Xiaoyan was speechless and a little disappointed.
"I don't know, haven't you seen that we have come all the way!" Nalan Ruoyu looked at Sima Jinglan and said, "Boil a pot of water and change it to a spiritual tea!"
Li Xiuyuan was not here, but it didn't stop her from drinking a cup of spiritual tea and thinking about what was on her mind.
In her opinion, there was no need to think about it. After Nirvana, Li Xiuyuan naturally went to the abyss, and then his Phoenix Nirvana went through the tribulation between life and death.
Compared with the disciples under the abyss, not to mention the two women now, even the monks in the entire Xuanwu Continent can no longer enter her eyes.
I would like to ask, who has the courage to go to the abyss over and over again to carry out the Nirvana practice of ten deaths and no life?
Not to mention ten times, it seemed to her that no monk in the world had the courage to die even once.
Thinking of this, he pointed to the bamboo sword on the bamboo stand and said calmly: "This is the bamboo sword he sharpens on weekdays. Ping An and Xiao Ling'er are practicing with it. You two should also pick one."
"This bamboo sword is as light as nothing, how can you use it to practice swordsmanship?" Chen Xiaoyan turned around and reached out to pick up a purple bamboo sword: "Xiao Ling'er, is this the sword you used to practice with Ping An?"
"That's right. Ping An said it's a good snow day and you can use the bamboo sword to cut the snow." Xiao Ling'er looked at her and replied.
Ping An was anxious and blurted out: "Brother told Ping An that when it snows, he will let me replace the bamboo leaves with snowflakes in the sky, and he will spend a few years learning to chop snow..."
I haven't started learning Ping An Xin Dao yet, but you have spoken out.
"Then let me ask you, how are you two practicing with bamboo leaves?" Nalan Ruoyu's heart moved, thinking that this precious disciple of his has no immortal veins, but he has learned the magic of the immortal sword.
And he also became Ping An's master. Judging from the current situation, Ping An was obviously very satisfied with Li Xiuyuan's teachings to him.
Ping An was stunned and thought for a long time with his head tilted.
Then he murmured back: "Ask sister Xiao Ling'er, I can almost catch her bamboo leaf flying sword."
Chen Xiaoyan was startled, looked at the two of them and asked, "Did you two use bamboo leaves to practice swords?"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at Chen Xiaoyan in front of her and said, "Didn't you listen to what he said? Now it's your turn to use the flying snow in the sky."
Ping An nodded and said: "When I get back, I will start practicing swordsmanship in the snow, otherwise my brother will not teach me in the future."
"That's natural. If you are lazy, who will care about you?" Xiao Ling'er ran in from outside the bamboo shed and said with a smile.
Looking at Chen Xiaoyan's appearance, Nalan Ruoyu sighed softly and said: "Forget it, let's let it go first. You can go home first. He can't escape while practicing here."
...
Several women were angry on the top of the mountain, and Li Xiuyuan was experiencing various fears again under the abyss.
Right now, he wanted to seize the trace of energy in the darkness around him, as well as the sudden attacks from all around.
Although the ten caves and the sky merged into one, and he became a monk above the ordinary, he didn't get to enjoy it, so he came to Xuanwu Continent and suddenly became a monk specializing in physical cultivation.
And the zombies he encountered were much more powerful than the demons on Shura's battlefield.
He could even feel that the zombies he encountered were not the most powerful right now, and perhaps there were even more vicious ones under the abyss.
Just entering the abyss again, he finally felt a little calmer. He no longer felt as scared, helpless, and unable to draw his sword as when he first came.
Right now, the phoenix fire he had condensed had some power, and it might be able to be used to save lives at a critical moment.
He thought: "I don't know when the yin and yang power of the eyes will be restored, otherwise this will be a life-saving magic weapon."
However, what he didn't know was that the old Taoist priest had imprisoned all his cultivation in order to polish his physical body's reactions and strength so that he could grow up quickly in the Xuanwu Continent.
After all, the training battlefield has been closed, and it is difficult to find a place where he can experience life and death, whether in the Shura Heaven or in the wilderness.
In his opinion, maybe after practicing for a few more days, he could go to the second level of the abyss and meet more powerful zombies in the spring.
Or, when spring comes, will I complete the third turn of Phoenix Nirvana?
...
At the foot of Mount Xumi, in the purple bamboo forest.
"Tell me, a lot of time has passed since you came up the mountain. What have you gained from practicing Buddhism?"
The old monk with half-closed eyes looked at the disciple who fell in front of him, with a look of love on his face.
A year has passed since Wu Hua Gongzi came to Mount Sumeru from Tianluo City. The old monk hopes that his disciple can put aside the worldly distractions and practice Buddhism quietly.
But after the wedding, the young man hurriedly went up the mountain and never came home. How could he calm down and practice Buddhism?
At that time, the old monk had so much hope for him, but he was disappointed.
"Disciple is stupid and cannot figure out the way to break away from the world, which makes the master disappointed." Wuhuazi, with his head lowered and wearing a monk's robe, quietly replied.
The old monk looked at him and sighed, and said leisurely: "It doesn't matter, you are newly married and have not yet enjoyed the love between a man and a woman in the world. It is really difficult for you to understand."
Mr. Wu Hua was stunned and replied with some reluctance: "Disciple wants to try again."
The old monk was also stunned, looked at him and said: "Since you can't enlighten with your senior brothers, you have no choice but to serve your uncle, senior uncle and others. Their tempers are not very good..."
Wu Hua Zi gritted his teeth and replied: "Disciple is willing to endure hardship."
"In that case, then go to the back mountain and try it... If it still doesn't work, go home first. You may not be unable to practice Buddhism in the secular world."
The old monk sighed, waved him away, and slowly closed his eyes.
...
There are many rocks, ancient trees and sky, in front of a stone wall.
A figure flew out of the cave on the stone wall and fell heavily onto the bluestone slab under the stone wall.
The young man, whose monk's robes were torn in many places, lay quietly for an hour before finally waking up and coughing painfully while holding on to the stone wall beside him.
There were still blood stains on the corners of his lips, and the monk's robe in front of him was stained a little red, making him look unusually haggard.
A monk is naturally a playboy.
He lay down under the stone wall to rest for a while, took a breath, took out the water bottle and took a sip, looking at the ray of sunshine shining through the dense leaves, and sighed.
He continued towards the caves above the stone wall, with no trace of fear in his calm eyes. For him, this was his practice.
After leaving the Master's Purple Bamboo Forest, he came to the back mountain, which is also where the old monk said that his masters and uncles practiced in seclusion.
He also understood that the master wanted to use these old people to hone himself, but he didn't expect that these guys would be too difficult to deal with.
These days I walk around different caves near the stone walls every day, interacting with the old monks in the caves who have been in seclusion for dozens or hundreds of years.
Time and time again I felt the grumpy temper of these old monks who had a glimmer of hope left but could not get the chance to transcend.
These days I have been humiliated by these old monks and even hurt others. After a while, he felt more tired than competing with his fellow senior brothers.
The more times I was injured, the more I felt the astonishing cultivation and skills of these old monks, and how dare I feel any resentment.
Although the dilapidated old monks in the cave yelled at Mr. Wu and beat him at will, they knew whose disciple this guy was and no one dared to seriously injure Mr. Wu.
The attack was still a bit measured, causing Wu Hua Gongzi pain but not affecting his actions.
It's just that there are many caves on the back mountain stone wall, and there are many disabled old monks. As a result, dripping water penetrates the stone. Everyone only needs to stretch out their fingers, and the total number of old monks still makes Wuhua feel helpless.
He even wanted to give up practicing in the mountains and go home to find his new wife to live a comfortable life in the world.
