"Master, are you okay?"
Xia Zhichan was startled. After all, while they were chatting about the past, she suddenly burst into tears, which were still bright red tears of blood.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Zen Master Fu Kong didn't reach out to wipe it, he just waited quietly for the blood and tears on both sides of his cheeks to dry up and turn into two brown marks.
"Before becoming a monk, Ananda, a Buddhist disciple, once saw a woman on the roadside. From then on, he fell in love with her. The Buddha asked him how much he loved that woman..."
As Zen Master Fu Kong spoke, the two traces on his face gradually disappeared, as if they had never appeared:
"Ananda replied, I would like to be on a stone bridge and be exposed to five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, but only if this woman walks across the bridge..."
Xia Zhichan seemed to be deep in thought, but like a reflection in the water, it was illusory and elusive. What he is doing now, and his special feeling towards Jiang Qin...
There was also a person he shouldn't have thought of, a person he had only met a few times, a person who had appeared in his mind when he entered the old turtle's mouth for a moment of life and death.
Dressed in red and dancing in the snow.
The first time they met that day that year, he didn't know how much time had passed. Even everyone's faces were blurred. He still remembered the red dress.
"Amitabha……"
The low sound of the Buddha's chant pulled Xia Zhichan out of his thoughts. He put aside his chaotic thoughts and then raised his head to look at the old monk.
Zen Master Fu Kong couldn't see it, but he saw the fluctuations in Xia Zhichan's heart, so he deliberately spoke to interrupt his random thoughts.
"Xia Lingguan, are you hesitating? Or is it because of your own destiny..."
"What does the Master know?"
Xia Zhichan did not answer, but asked what Zen Master Fukong knew. His matters have almost never been told to anyone else. Only his fellow apprentices on Queryong Mountain and his master know about it, and other people should not know about it.
"Seven deaths..."
Zen Master Fukong said with a smile, he pointed at Xia Zhichan's heart, and then continued:
"This kind of fate can be said to be rare in five hundred years. You must know that the greater the hardship, the higher the talent of the person. At that time, the ancestor of the Lingguan lineage, Yan Chixia, also suffered seven deaths, but he not only He withstood many catastrophes of death, founded a sect, and finally became an immortal."
"Master knows quite a lot."
Xia Zhichan looked at Master Kankong in surprise.
Regarding the fate of Yan Chixia, he heard it from the mouth of the half-dead dragon corpse. It was not even recorded in the secret book of their Lingguan lineage, but Zen Master Fu Kong from Wanfo Mountain actually knew it.
"Hahaha, if my master hadn't been forced by the power of the Lord of Kunlong Mountain back then, maybe you and I should be considered brothers now."
Zen Master Fukong found it funny when he thought of his master, who was more calm than him, getting angry every time he mentioned this matter.
"Master Liao Chen has thought about accepting me as his disciple?"
Xia Zhichan was even more surprised. He had never had much contact with Buddhism, and he only heard about Master Chen from his master's mouth and from rumors in the world.
"Haha, Master is not the only one who has this idea. It is said that Master Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain had already gone to the capital, but was driven away by your master himself."
"This is more like my master's style."
Xia Zhichan scratched her cheek. Her old master didn't have any great skills. He was just stingy and stingy, and sometimes had a bit of a rogue temperament.
"Hong Huanglan, the current head of the Lingguan lineage, the master of Quelong Mountain."
Zen Master Fukong said with some sigh:
"He practiced Taoism at the age of eight and entered the Zhitian Realm at the age of fourteen. Now he has stayed in the Zhitian Realm for a full sixty years. No one knows whether he has entered the legendary fourth realm of immortality and ascension."
"Damn it! Is my master as good as riding a horse?"
Xia Zhichan knew that the old man was very powerful, and also guessed that the old man had already reached the realm of knowing the heaven.
After all, the abbot of Wanfo Mountain and the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain are both at the Heaven-Knowing Realm. As the head of the spiritual official who is on par with Buddhism and Taoism, his cultivation level cannot be lower.
But I didn't expect Master to have reached such a high level at the age of fourteen.
"That's not right. He already knows the world at the age of fourteen. How come I haven't started yet... If I go, is it possible that the old man is hiding something secret from me?"
Xia Zhichan was so frightened that he kept talking about the quintessence of Chinese culture. He felt greatly unbalanced in his heart.
"Hahahahaha, don't be anxious, Xia Lingguan. Although the old monk doesn't know that person's arrangements, with your qualifications, it should be a certainty that you will ascend to the Zhitian Realm in the future."
Although Zen Master Fukong didn't understand what Hong Huanglan's purpose was in arranging Xia Zhichan in this way, he thought that he also had a senior brother on Wanfo Mountain who had not started yet, so he roughly guessed that his master was planning the same thing.
"Haha, Master, please stop comforting me."
Xia Zhichan waved his hand with a wry smile. He didn't have the super talent that Zen Master Fu Kong said. It took him an unknown amount of time to reach the edge of entry.
Entering the Heaven-Knowing Realm, at his current speed, he doesn't know that he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to succeed.
"Don't be anxious, just take it easy and don't be impatient."
Zen Master Fu Kong smiled and patted Xia Zhichan on the shoulder, and then said:
"Master once approved the horoscope for you. You will have two marriages in your life, one with a beginning and an end, and one that will never leave you..."
"Two marriages?"
Xia Zhichan scratched his head for a while. He wanted to ask something else, but before he could speak, Zen Master Fu Kong turned into a golden light and disappeared in front of his eyes.
"Ah? Master, come back on horseback! Tell me clearly, what does it mean to have a beginning and an end? Why are you never leaving..."
That golden light disappeared so quickly. Perhaps Zen Master Fu Kong realized that he had lost his words, so he ran away without even giving Xia Zhichan a chance to ask.
Xia Zhichan kicked a stone on the roadside angrily and muttered a lot of swear words in the direction where Zen Master Fu Kong disappeared.
He cursed for a long time, and finally stopped due to tiredness and dry mouth.
It is estimated that whoever has his life spoiled in advance will not be in a good mood, especially some not-so-good things, and the other party deliberately says to keep half of it, making you feel uncomfortable.
If someone else had said this, Xia Zhichan would have just smiled and let it go. After all, he is also a Taoist and knows a little bit about the mysterious arts.
But the master mentioned by Zen Master Fu Kong is Master Liaochen, the abbot of Wanfo Mountain, the living Buddha who is said to be over a hundred years old.
Is there something wrong with what he said?
Although Xia Zhichan is also good at deduction, there are rules in the Lingguan lineage and they are not allowed to calculate their own marriage. Because the calamity of love is also a doomed calamity, and cannot be avoided at will.
Wasn't it because his third senior brother failed to survive the love crisis that he ended up in that situation?
Xia Zhichan thought of her third senior brother, whom she had not seen for many years, and sighed helplessly. She didn't know whether the third senior brother was doing well now...
He simply sat by the river, looking at the rolling white waves, and was lost in thought for a while.
In the waves, sometimes there is the smile of Jiang Qin in white, and sometimes it is the surprise of seeing red clothes for the first time.
The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. In the end, he simply sat cross-legged and meditated, clearing all the thoughts on his altar, and fell into an ethereal state.
There is spiritual energy in the world, but most people cannot feel it or absorb it. Only those who use special skills and a state of mind to reach that level can activate the aura of heaven and earth.
Xia Zhichan is now on the edge of the entrance. The spiritual energy around her body is constantly circling and entwining. Everything seems to be falling into place, except for the last step.
He raised his head and saw the wooden door appearing in front of him again.
The ajar door seemed to be easily pushed open with just a touch, and then he could step into another world.
This wooden door used to be far away from him, but now it is only a few steps away from him.
Xia Zhichan squinted her eyes and raised a hand.
He did not push the door in a hurry, but knocked on the rough surface of the wooden door first, making a thumping sound, as if to notify everything behind the door that he was coming in.
At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly appeared in my ears.
This was followed by a rapid sword cry.
…
When Chimei woke up, she didn't know how many days had passed. She was almost naked and fell on the river bank.
Most of the energy in the body was sucked away, and all the energy in the body was lost. The pain all over the body was unbearable, as if it had been stepped on by an elephant.
"Well……"
He shivered and pushed himself up, looking at his obviously thinner body. The originally healthy and well-proportioned muscles had all disappeared, leaving only a dry torso.
What exactly happened to me these days?
Chimei stood up hard and found that she was thrown into the grass on the bank of a river. The Taoist robe she was wearing before was neatly put aside.
The clothes are still there because the morning humidity is very heavy, soaking every layer of fabric. Not only do they feel heavy in your hands, but they also feel cold.
At least I have clothes to wear and am better off than I am now.
Chimei put on clothes haphazardly, and then saw a red lip mark on the collar. He frowned and wiped it away for a long time, but in the end he couldn't wipe it clean.
He used his zhenqi to dry his clothes, so at least they wouldn't be so uncomfortable to wear.
Staggering to the riverside, he was thirsty and took several sips. Normally, he would never drink such turbid river water, but now he was too thirsty to care so much.
He drank several gulps.
At the same time, through the river, he vaguely saw his current face, with thin cheeks, droopy eye bags, and bloodshot and dim eyes.
"This...is this me?"
Chimei couldn't believe it. He scooped up water and slapped it on his face. The cold water made him sober, but the face in the reflection was still very haggard.
"No, no, no, this is not me!"
He has always been a handsome man, how could he become like this?
Chimei couldn't believe that his current energy was not enough for him to wield the sword light, so he could only run along the river regardless of the direction.
He didn't know how far he ran, but in the end he had stars in his eyes.
He was sitting on a stone, breathing heavily while activating his skills to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, and then refine it into his own true energy.
"Well, there are people practicing nearby..."
Chimei felt that apart from being absorbed by herself, most of the flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth was being guided in one direction.
He thought for a moment that he might be able to find someone for help, so he walked in the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.
After walking for a while, I saw Xia Zhichan sitting cross-legged and meditating by the river.
The latter seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment, with his awareness of the surroundings reduced to a minimum, and the aura of heaven and earth was constantly rotating around him.
Chimei's already bloodshot eyes widened even more. He took a deep breath and then slowly spit it out.
In a flash of light, he spat out his natal sword.
The sword body is carved with plum blossoms, and the edge of the sword is like running water.
"Hahaha, Xia Zhichan..."
Chimei laughed a few times, and his originally thin and withered face slowly turned ferocious and terrifying. He gritted his teeth and said the other person's name.
He couldn't even use the flying sword now, so he could only stab him with the sword in three steps and two steps at a time.
Buzz!
The sword made a crisp sound.
After pouring the last of his true energy into it, the plum blossom sword, which was originally a magic weapon, emitted an inch-long red sword light.
"Kill you!"
