One person bought three pairs of cloth shoes, a pile of space rings were placed on the table, and a pot of spiritual tea was boiling and steaming.
After tidying up his small courtyard, washing up, and changing into a clean monk's robe, Watson came to the master's Buddhist hall.
Liao Chen looked at Watson's inch-long black hair and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you need to shave off your black hair when you are walking in the world?"
Watson shook his head: "When I was practicing Buddhist scriptures on the road, it fell off by itself. There's nothing I can do about it, right?"
The old monk looked at him and smiled lightly: "Tell me, why did you provoke the head of Kunlun when you came back?"
Watson sighed and traveled through the black hole to protect his sister and Tantai Xiaoyu, so that he was seriously injured and lost his cultivation.
He was so good at death that he unexpectedly came to the forbidden area in the back mountains of Kunlun. Because he had lost all his cultivation, the evil spirit transformed by the old man who died that year entered his body.
He thought that the head of Kunlun thought that the three of them had picked up a heavenly treasure in the forbidden land of Kunlun, and blatantly plotted against him, as well as what happened in Jiashi Imperial City.
I even talked about all the things that I almost never come back from in the desert.
Until the sunset, when the old monk lit the lamp, he still hadn't finished speaking.
Feeling a little hungry, Watson took out the cakes he bought from the mountain, placed them on the table, and ate a piece himself.
As he ate, he replied: "My disciple beheaded the general of the imperial city at the foot of Broken Dragon Mountain, and I also killed Murong Lengyan of the academy. Arm, and an unknown old nun..."
The two old monks were dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.
After all, the news of what happened at the foot of Duanlong Mountain has not yet reached Yunqi Temple, so the academy is probably too embarrassed to mention this scandal.
Sending the elders to intercept and kill the juniors of Yunqi Temple was originally a shameful and outrageous thing, but now it's better, with one arm, I'm afraid it will consume a lot of elixirs from the academy.
Even Murong Lengyan had delayed nearly ten years of practice.
Finally, Watson pointed to the space ring on the table and said: "These are a group of monks who want to kill the disciples on the mountain road. I don't know them at all."
"The disciple hired a tailor for his master and seniors on the mountain. I'm afraid they will have to go up the mountain in a few days... I also bought firewood, rice, oil and salt. I have to wait for the shopkeeper of the grocery store to stock up before I can send it up the mountain."
After eating a few pieces of pastries, Watson felt less hungry, so he leaned aside and laughed.
"The monk just wanted the disciple's life, saying he was the elder of the law enforcement hall in the temple... The disciple was afraid of death, so he had to chop him down and ask the master and seniors to punish him."
Watson, like the dead middle-aged monk, also tried his best to behead the other person, and then came to apologize to the master.
If you want my life, then you must be prepared to save your own life.
Liao Chen sighed leisurely and asked, "Where is your sister? Have you seen your parents when you got home? Where is the little girl?"
The matter was over, and Liao Chen didn't bother to punish his disciples.
Just like Watson said, you are going to kill me. Is it possible that I stand there and get slashed with your swords? Even if he was afraid, he wouldn't be able to do it.
The old monk glared at Watson: "Of course I will punish you severely. Let's rest for a few days and then go ask Tianfeng."
Watson chuckled: "I sent my sister halfway, and Zhu Jiu accompanied them to Phoenix Mountain in the end. Tantai Xiaoyu forgot about me..."
Watson sighed and told what happened to Tantai Xiaoyu.
Then he looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said quietly: "I didn't expect that, just walking through the black hole, she just forgot about me and the places she had been to..."
Liao Chen was speechless for a moment when he heard the words. He also looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and sighed secretly in his heart.
When Tantai Xiaoyu and Watson climbed Wentian Peak together, the two old monks still vividly remembered it. They didn't expect that after finally returning to Tianxuan Continent, something like this would happen.
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The old monk sighed and asked, "Senior brother, do you have a good solution for this matter?"
Liao Chen looked at him and shook his head: "I'm afraid no one can do anything about this matter. She is selectively forgetting. She also recognizes Zhu Jiu from the Imperial City and knows that she is a disciple of Phoenix Mountain..."
The meaning is obvious. I'm afraid no one has ever encountered this kind of situation.
Watson also sighed and said with a wry smile: "I gave her some magical tea and some magical medicine, but it didn't work."
Liao Chen sighed, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "This is her fate, not a disease. How can it be cured by a magical medicine?"
Watson lowered his head, looked at the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand, and said: "Once the disciple completes the agreement with Senior Wentianfeng, I am afraid that I will have to leave this world..."
"I went back to my hometown, Wangcun, and the shopkeeper who rented my shop said that my parents have not been back in recent years. I wonder if Master has any news about them..."
Liao Chen was shocked when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If there is no news about them, I'm afraid they will get a chance in some secret realm and have already broken through and ascended..."
The old monk said nothing, but silently squeezed Watson's hand and explored quietly for a long time.
Then he asked reluctantly: "Is there any way to get your cultivation back?"
Watson nodded and replied: "I???????????????? This is also something that cannot be cured by magic medicine. I have to break through my phaseless golden body to the third level. Only then will he recover..."
After speaking, he stretched out his palms, and the two old men were stunned.
A faint black mist rose from one palm, while the other palm shone with a thick golden light, leaving the two of them speechless for a moment.
"It's the same with this evil spirit. Only when I understand the third level of the phaseless golden body can it be transformed."
Watson looked at the two of them and said seriously: "I originally thought that the disciple had fallen into the devil's way, but later I found out that before I recovered my cultivation, this evil spirit was my way to save my life."
After finishing speaking, half of Watson's body, which fell down in the Buddhist hall, was filled with black mist, while the other half was shining with golden light.
In the blink of an eye, the two old men saw the most real gods, Buddhas and demons in the world.
Liao Chen was speechless, and after a while he murmured to himself: "It's a pity that we have a wonderful marriage..."
The old man knew very well that if Tantai Xiaoyu could not recover his memory, it meant that when Watson left, he most likely left alone.
Liao Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Watson, how long will it take you to conquer the abyss under Wentian Peak?"
"I don't know, it could be one year, it could be ten years, it could be longer... No matter how many years it takes, the disciple must fulfill the promise he made back then."
Watson thought for a while and replied: "After my disciples go up the mountain, if anyone in the world comes to trouble me, let them come to Wentian Peak, as long as they can climb Wentian Peak."
He knew very well that the moment he climbed onto Wentian Peak, he was afraid that the entire Wentian Peak would be closed.
Even if Jiang Yijian, the head of Kunlun, comes to Yunqi Temple in person, he may not be able to climb even half a step of Wentian Peak.
Hearing this, Liao Chen glanced at the old monk next to him and said with a wry smile: "Wen Tianfeng has a spirit. After finally waiting for your return, how can the wind and rain of the world blow up?"
Watson laughed: "If this disciple were not so eager to understand this formless golden body, I would really like to dig a big hole in the middle of the mountain and bury each one."
After saying that, he took out the handwritten formless golden body method and placed it in front of Chen.
Smiling slightly: "My senior told me that the formless Dharma body requires spiritual medicine to temper the body, but the formless golden body relies on enlightenment. Once enlightened, it will be broken."
Watson didn't know when he would leave this world, so he took out the cultivation manual while the two old men were there.
The old monk reached out and picked up the Formless Golden Body Dharma Body and sighed: "Your master and I have only reached the sixth level of cultivating the Formless Golden Body. It's still very early for us to practice."
Watson shook his head and replied seriously: "
This formula has been imprinted in the disciple's mind. The senior manual can make another copy, one for each of the master. "
The old monk nodded and asked, "How many days do you plan to rest?"
The old monk is not afraid of the wind and rain in the world, but he is afraid that it will affect Watson's mood when going to Wentian Peak, and he has to worry about him.
Watson thought for a while and replied: "Just three days. I want to have a good sleep and practice the Demon-Conquering Sword Technique before going to Wentian Peak."
Liao Chen was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out: "Is it too fast?"
Watson laughed: "In a few days, the disciple is afraid that the old nun will chase me here to kill me. That day at the foot of Duanlong Mountain, she fell into the You River, and the big boat was destroyed by the disciple's arrow."
After bidding farewell to the two old monks, Watson returned to the small courtyard at the end of the year.
The Qingming Festival has passed, but the pear blossoms in the yard are still hanging on the branches, exuding a faint fragrance. Thinking about it, I can only say that the terrain here is high, and even spring is half a month later than in the imperial city.
Watson was lying on the bed, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the garden, and had an illusion.
It seemed as if he had just left yesterday. My sister was still there, Zhu Jiu was still there, but the landlord was gone.
Who will I repay my debt with in the coming years and months?
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Just because he wanted to stay in bed all day, Watson only opened his eyes when he was asleep, then moved a stool and sat down under the eaves to look at the trees. pear blossoms.
In the small town at the foot of the mountain, in Wangcun, his hometown, he bought enough dry food just because he was afraid of starving when he went to Wentian Peak.
When he was looking at these flowers in a daze, he remembered that yesterday he and his sister were catching fish in the creek in the back mountain of Xingyuan, but today Tantai Xiaoyu had forgotten about him.
After sitting there for a while, he remembered that he hadn't started practicing the sword technique yet.
Just when he was thinking about stretching his muscles, he couldn't help but walk in the direction of Wentian Peak. After all, that was where he first met Tantai Xiaoyu.
The mountains are still there, but people can never come back.
Wentianfeng quietly watched the wanderer at his feet. The whistling mountain wind blew, bringing the fragrance all over the mountains and plains. Watson sat on the stone steps and stroked him gently.
Just like stroking a dead branch or a green bamboo.
From time to time, a few birds flew around him, and Watson was thoughtful... He did not take out a long sword, but took out a small knife.
Since he was leaving, he decided to leave his mark on the three thousand stone steps of Wentian Peak.
He carved his own sword intention and the two sword techniques he had learned to conquer demons on the stone steps for future generations to observe and learn from.
The wind picked up again, and the monk Watson's clothes, sitting on the stone steps, slowly fluttered. He used the knife in his hand to carve a stroke on the black stone slab.
He decided to carve the entire Buddhist scripture he read on the stone steps of Wentian Peak, and then conquer the monsters and monsters under the abyss.
From a distance, the white-bearded old monk came slowly and sat on the edge of the woods under Wentian Peak, quietly looking at Watson sitting on the stone steps.
After looking at it for a while, I couldn't figure it out. Watson didn't go to the top of Wentian Peak to see the scenery, but sat on the first stone step and started carving with a knife.
So the old monk had no choice but to ask: "Watson, are you inscribing a new formation?"
In the old monk's view, only by setting up a new formation would Watson need to put in the effort and sit here to practice.
Watson was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said: "No, I want to carve a Buddhist scripture on these three thousand stone steps and engrave the sword skills I have learned to conquer demons on it."
The old monk looked at the three thousand stone steps towering into the clouds and understood that Watson wanted to leave some traces on Yunqi Temple. He was extremely moved at the moment.
He sighed and said, "This will take a lot of effort."
Watson smiled faintly: "Don't be afraid, I will just practice the sword technique of subduing demons on the three thousand stone steps, finish carving this Buddhist scripture, and then go to the abyss."
