Linghu Shanshan solved the troubles of the Linghu family, and the old man also learned that the emperor would not move the Linghu family back to the three towns in southern Xinjiang.
Both grandfather and grandson got what they wanted.
In Linghu Shanshan's view, as long as the Linghu family does not cause trouble and does not do anything detrimental to the interests of one party, Tianfeng City may be the best destination.
After all, being far away from the imperial city means there is less right and wrong.
There is no need to bear responsibility for everything that happened in the past, and there is no need to worry about whether there will be conflicts with a certain prince or minister in the future.
The old man saw that his granddaughter's cultivation level was getting better and better year by year. Perhaps as Linghu Shanshan said, when this shocking battlefield was over, she would be able to be a mother with peace of mind.
A city full of wind and snow suppressed the war in southern Xinjiang, but it could not suppress the deep affection between the grandfather and grandson.
It is said that there is no family affection in the emperor's family, and that is only because of certain certain conditions.
And at this moment, in the living room under the wind and snow, there is a ray of warmth, which is better than the sky full of wind and snow.
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The sky full of wind and snow also filled the sky of the town.
Without the harassment of bandits, the town has finally regained its former vitality in these years.
Even in such windy and snowy weather, people are still open to do business, and the vegetable, fish and meat sellers will never take a break.
In their minds, as long as there are no bandits, every day is a good day.
The mountains behind the town were also shrouded in snow and fog.
Minghui in the Buddhist hall had just finished his morning lessons. At this time, the temple had expanded a bit. Master Xuanbei from Baiyu City had lived here for two years, and even the monks from the temple came to practice.
Minghui, who had been practicing alone here for several years, finally no longer had to do morning classes alone and could practice with several disciples.
Sitting in the Buddhist hall, Minghui was thinking about her junior brother on Tianshan Mountain.
The old monk saw a look of doubt in Minghui's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "He has his own practice. Why do you worry about him?"
Minghui slowly raised her eyebrows, looked at the sky outside the hall and sighed.
After a brief pause, he asked: "Master, how many years will my junior brother stay on Tianshan Mountain?"
"I'm afraid he has to ask his old Taoist master about this."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said helplessly: "There is no fixed time to enter the Tao. Even the old Taoist priest may not have correctly predicted what will happen to his precious disciple, right?"
Minghui shook his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother has the fearless courage to ask questions in Tianshan. This makes me admire him very much."
Not to mention the Tianshan Mountains, even in the Prajna Temple, weather like this is hard to do.
Not to mention that Li Xiuyuan was practicing alone in Tianshan Mountain. He couldn't even imagine how his junior brother would deal with his loneliness.
The mountain was as lonely as snow, and he believed that his junior brother was even more lonely than the snow.
The expression in the old monk's eyes was very calm. He looked at Minghui and said quietly: "Practice is inherently a lonely thing. Didn't you understand this when you came down the mountain?"
Before Minghui could reply, Sister Hong's voice came from outside the living room: "Two masters, my sister has made some rice cakes. Please try them."
Minghui was stunned, stood up and replied: "The road is slippery in the snow, why are you in a hurry to go up the mountain?"
"Oh, sister said, there has been no news from Watson for a long time, let me ask the seniors."
Sister Hong looked at the old monk solemnly and said, "Master, seeing that it's snowing heavily, I guess the army in southern Xinjiang should take a rest. Why is there no news about Watson?"
The old monk was stunned and was about to say something...
Unexpectedly, there was a faint rumbling sound in my ears, and my heart moved. I couldn't help but get up and walk to the door of the Buddhist Gate, looking up to the south.
After a while, he sighed softly and said quietly: "This master and his disciple are both legends in this world. Even the flying snow in the sky cannot stop him from breaking through the realm and overcoming the tribulation!"
Minghui was shocked when he heard this, walked out of the Buddhist hall quickly, looked in the direction of the old monk, and murmured: "At this time, we are in southern Xinjiang again, could it be Watson?"
The monk looked south quietly for a long time, then turned back, looked at Sister Hong who walked to the door of the Buddhist hall, and said, "This is Watson."
"From this moment on, he has surpassed his master blacksmith and even surpassed the generals of the Five Regions Dynasty. He will be a new legend among the Five Regions."
Minghui silently thought about the old monk's words, and after a moment of silence she said, "Is it possible that, like my junior brother, that child also fell into a dream and passed away at a certain moment?"
Only a great monk like Minghui would wonder whether Watson had entered the Three Life Stone and entered a certain moment in his previous life.
Without the unforgettable experience and tempering of his mind, who would have dared to believe that Watson could reach such a height at his age?
Sister Hong held the door frame of the Buddhist hall tightly and said to herself in a daze: "Oh my God, this is great news. I think my sister will be frightened when she hears it."
"The key is not whether Watson can succeed, but that he stands on the shoulders of giants!"
The old monk said quietly: "And his godfather is that giant. He passed on all the best resources and most precious cultivation experience to Watson."
Minghui didn't reply immediately because he knew that his junior brother had almost turned over Fangcun Mountain for a beast soul.
Without the elixir brought back by Li Xiuyuan, not to mention him, even the old monk Xuanbei in Qingliang Temple would have been hopeless with the Wuxiang Dharmakaya for the rest of his life.
Not to mention the phaseless golden body.
Minghui didn't have her usual casual look. She looked at Sister Hong and said, "It is said that the Imperial Master was like Watson, who ascended from the Beihai battlefield and left the Five Domains in a state of perfect physical body."
Sister Hong was taken aback. She stared blankly at the hazy sky and asked, "So, will Watson ascend and leave today? Oh my god, you have to let me see him no matter what, right? And where is my sister?"
Ming Hui's words frightened Sister Hong.
In her opinion, Watson would have to finish the war and stay at home for a few years, find a wife and give birth to a baby for her sister and her to take care of, and then consider other things.
But he never thought that the boy who pestered him to buy ginger candies back then was already at the height of ascending and leaving.
In his world, only the National Master back then could ascend and leave this world.
Even Minghui was startled by her thoughts. She looked at Lao Shang and asked, "Master, the battle is not over yet? Watson, the kid, won't leave just as quickly as he waves, right?"
The old monk shook his head, looked at him and said softly: "When Huasheng was born in the Yin Mountain and activated the temple, he restored a corner of the way of heaven in this world, and the monks in the future can break through to a greater realm."
Sister Hong nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What if, Watson will ascend immediately? No, I have to go down the mountain to talk to my sister."
After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to reply, he stood on the thick snow with one foot high and the other low, and headed down the mountain.
Minghui was silent for a moment, looked at the old monk and asked: "If we break through further, what state will we be in this world?"
The old monk said solemnly: "If you count it according to the Shura Heaven Realm, the next level you break is the Cave Heaven. There is another transcendent above the Cave Heaven. You have to work hard."
Minghui sighed and asked thoughtfully: "Why is junior brother like a mortal? What state was he in before he returned to this world?"
The old monk looked into his eyes and said seriously: "When he ascended from the Shura battlefield, he was already at the third level of the extraordinary... In the blink of an eye, I don't know if decades or hundreds of years have passed."
Minghui was stunned and looked at the old monk speechless for a moment. So I could only stare at the south silently, thinking that my junior brother seemed to have only left for a few decades, but he never thought that a hundred years had passed in the monk's mouth.
Thinking about his own practice in the blink of an eye, he inevitably felt a little sad for a moment.
Although he was disappointed, he didn't feel too sad. After all, in his opinion, he and Li Xiuyuan were from two different worlds, even though they were currently in the same world.
Even though he knew that his junior brother had endured more hardships than him, he had naturally traveled through a wider world.
He could clearly feel how big the gap was between the two.
Otherwise, no god-like eminent monk like the old monk would come to this world in person.
The old monk retracted his gaze towards southern Xinjiang, turned around and walked towards the Buddhist hall.
After throwing two pieces of charcoal into the stove, he said: "In the spring, I will help you suddenly reach the realm of cave heaven. You have accumulated a lot of experience. Maybe you can surprise me then."
After Minghui heard about it, he finally realized that his responsibility was not only to break through a major realm, but also to help this world improve the incomplete way of heaven.
His life will have more meaning. He took a deep breath and thought that it would be worth it to practice hard for another hundred years to reach the state where his junior brother is now.
The old monk shook his head, looked at Ming Hui and said quietly: "When your realm breaks through to the extraordinary, the monks in this world can break through to the extraordinary."
"It's not that you have much ability, but that this broken world needs to be scolded and improved. I hope that after you become extraordinary, you can, like Li Xiuyuan, understand the principles of heaven and earth and the way of saints..."
Minghui sighed and asked leisurely: "Why does my junior brother seem to have no aura at all, so he is no different from the mortals in the five realms."
"He, he has to ask his master."
The old monk laughed quietly: "Perhaps in the old Taoist's heart, his precious disciple should be the most ordinary person in this world."
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Only a thousand miles away, at the head of Nanyun City, I could clearly hear the rolling thunder coming from the direction of Yinshan Mountain in the grassland.
Xiao Hei, who was sleeping in the house, was woken up by Wang Ruyi and had to fly outside the house. He stood on Wang Ruyi's shoulder and looked at the faint flash of thunder and lightning in the direction of Yinshan Mountain.
Listening to the rumbling thunder, the little black monster shouted twice: "Ruyi, your brother Watson is defying heaven!"
Wang Ruyi looked at the falling stars under the distant sky, frowned and asked, "Brother Watson is going to survive the catastrophe again? Wasn't it not long ago?"
Xiao Hei croaked: "Your brother has been sleeping deep in the Yin Mountain for half a year. The noise when he woke up this time was too scary."
Fusheng heard the thunder and pulled Hua Luoyu out, looked at the lightning in the sky and asked: "Master, after my brother overcomes the tribulation this time, will he be as powerful as Uncle Nalan?"
Hua Luoyu stared blankly at the sky in the direction of Yinshan Mountain and said blankly: "Xiao Hei, didn't you say before that Watson has the second level of transcending tribulation?"
Xiao Hei laughed loudly: "The thunder has been ringing for half an hour. I'm afraid he is going to break through several realms in a row?"
At this moment, Ouyang Dongli also came out, looked at the sentient beings and said, "Don't forget, he still has to survive the Buddhist calamity of the physical body."
After hearing the news, Nalan Yu and Ouyang Dongli bowed their hands and said, "Master Ouyang, if Watson breaks through again this time? Wouldn't he be breaking the rules of this world?"
Ouyang Dongli shook his head and replied in a solemn voice: "Didn't the old monk say last time that with the Yinshan Temple, the world has changed a lot?"
Hua Luoyu looked at the two of them and smiled faintly: "In two days, when the wind and snow subsides, let Xiao Hei go back to Yinshan, won't we know?"
Nalanyu sighed and said leisurely: "I hope he can give us a big surprise when spring comes."
