The missing moon hangs on the branches.
Qin Luo and the others were resting near the creek.
The evening breeze was slightly cool, the water was gurgling, and crickets were chirping. Qin Luo sat cross-legged on the bluestone and meditated, Chu Peiran read a book with his back against the sycamore tree, and Guichen held a golden bowl and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.
There is a peaceful scene between heaven and earth.
Qin Luo looked inside, and he found three markings similar to markings on his heart, a red marking, a golden marking, and a chaotic marking.
The three fragments of Heaven's Dao merged with his heart. Qin Luo felt a little empty. This was a side effect of the fragments of Heaven's Dao. He didn't think about it and calmed down to feel everything in the world.
Qin Luo was bathed in the moonlight.
He felt that everything in heaven and earth was with him.
Guichen's spiritual platform was illuminated, and a road leading to the sky appeared, and he saw the hope of becoming a Buddha.
Chu Peiran was concentrating on reading. He absorbed the awe-inspiring energy between heaven and earth, and suddenly his chest was filled with light.
"Am I broken?"
Chu Peiran broke through the shackles. He looked at the rich awe-inspiring aura around him, and his eyes fell on Qin Luo. All the awe-inspiring aura overflowed from him.
As long as there are creatures with conscience, they have more or less Haoran Qi in their bodies. Ordinary creatures have very little Haoran Qi in their bodies. Even scholars don’t have much Haoran Qi in their bodies, but Qin Luo’s body has so much Haoran Qi that it overflows. Chu Peiran Overjoyed, he raised his hands to Qin Luo, thinking that they were all brothers, so he was not polite and continued to absorb Haoran's energy.
When Chu Peiran left the academy for training, he had just cultivated Wen Gu and was not even among the top ten among the academy's disciples. Now he has cultivated Wen Xin and has power comparable to those cultivating immortals in the Transformation Realm.
The next day, early morning.
The clouds and mists in the mountains dissipated, and the first ray of morning sun shone on Qin Luo. He opened his eyes and felt refreshed.
Chu Peiran opened his eyes immediately. He stood up and bowed, not to mention how excited he was. "Thanks to Brother Dao for your help, I can successfully cultivate Wenxin."
Qin Luo was a little confused, "Brother Chu, how did I help you? Why didn't I know?"
Chu Peiran was ecstatic, "Brother Tao, it's the awe-inspiring energy overflowing from your body that helps me practice."
"We're all buddies, don't worry about it."
"Brother Dao, I heard that the girls in Jiangling City are very talented. When we wait in Jiangling City, I'll ask you to listen to some music."
"Brother Chu wants to listen to music, right?"
"Brother Dao still understands me."
Chu Peiran nodded unabashedly.
Guichen stood up, his skin glowing with golden luster, like a golden tower.
Chu Peiran couldn't help but exclaimed, "Master Guichen actually cultivated a golden body. It seems that he is not far from becoming a Buddha."
Guichen shook his head and said with a respectful expression: "The young monk is still far from becoming a Buddha. Fortunately, with Taoist brother by his side, the young monk was able to break free from the shackles in his heart and be reborn in the light of the dust on the spiritual platform."
Qin Luo didn't think much, he smiled and joked: "Brother Chu, please let me listen to music? How are Master Guichen going to thank me?"
Guichen said seriously: "Whatever Brother Tao wants, I will take you to beg for alms."
"Forget it, we are all poor guys."
Qin Luo smiled and waved his hand.
Chu Peiran burst into laughter.
Guichen took out a black bodhi seed and chuckled: "Brother Taoist, the young monk was joking with you just now. This bodhi seed was picked up by the young monk. I hope you can accept it."
"This bodhi seed is very beautiful."
Qin Luo smiled and accepted the bodhi seed.
"Master Guichen, if you are a monk and don't tell lies, you can still joke." Chu Peiran laughed loudly, "I will take you to listen to music, can you give me one?"
Guichen took out a Bodhi Seed, handed it to Chu Peiran, and said seriously: "Brother Chu, the young monk gave you the Bodhi Seed as a friend, not to listen to music."
"I understand what you mean."
Chu Peiran smiled and raised his eyebrows.
The bright sunshine shines on the mountain forest, everything revives, the birds sing and the flowers smell fragrant, and the mountain forest is full of vitality.
Qin Luo and the others continued to climb over the mountains, admiring the beautiful scenery in the mountains and discussing various interesting topics.
In the afternoon when the breeze blew and the sun was not dry, Qin Luo and the others walked into the bamboo forest. There were several bamboo houses deep in the bamboo forest. These bamboo houses were surrounded by bamboo fences. There was a small plaque hanging on the fence door that read " "Yang Xin Zhai" are three big words.
"Yang Xin Zhai!"
Qin Luo found it very interesting.
Chu Peiran looked at the plaque and said, "The writing is really nice. He must be a high-ranking person. Why don't you pay him a visit?"
Qin Luo and Guichen nodded at the same time. They came to the small courtyard and knocked on the door. After a while, a very young Taoist boy in green opened the door, "Are you here to see my master?"
Qin Luo smiled and said: "We are passing by here and want to visit the seniors here. What do you call me, little friend?"
"Junior Zhou Qing, my master is Fuyun layman. He is fishing by the river outside the bamboo forest." The Taoist boy in Qingyi looked respectful. He felt that Qin Luo and the others were not simple.
"Then let's go to the river and have a look."
"Let's go."
Qin Luo and the others walked towards the river.
By the river, an old man in a worn-out green robe sat on a wooden bench. He wore a straw hat and held a fishing rod.
Qin Luo and the others quietly came to the riverside and stood aside without making any sound, quietly watching the old man fishing.
After an unknown amount of time, a fish finally took the bait. The old man suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and a small fish one finger long flew into the air. Only then did the old man in green robe notice Qin Luo and the others.
"senior."
Qin Luo gestured with his hands.
Guichen and Chu Peiran bowed and saluted.
The old man in green robe threw the small fish in his hand back into the river. He waved his hands repeatedly with a flattered expression, "I'm just an ordinary person, you don't need to be polite."
Qin Luo looked respectful, "We passed by this place by chance. Did we disturb the senior's practice?"
The old man in green robe shook his head in embarrassment, "Don't bother me. I'm just passing the time in the mountains. I eat when I'm hungry and sleep when I'm sleepy. I don't understand what cultivation is at all."
Qin Luo said seriously: "Senior's energy and spirit are better than many immortal cultivators."
Chu Peiran had respect on his face, "Senior, did you write the words Yang Xin Zhai?"
"Yes."
The old man in green robe nodded.
Chu Peiran couldn't help but sigh, "Senior's handwriting is excellent, even the great scholars in the academy are not as good as you."
"I'm so embarrassed to say that!"
Fuyun layman could feel that Qin Luo and the others were not simple, they were full of vigor and vitality, just like the sun, moon and stars, "Three little friends have come from afar. If you don't mind, please come and sit in my humble house."
"Then I'll trouble you, senior."
"No trouble."
Fuyun layman led the way with a fishing rod. Qin Luo noticed at this moment that there was no hook on the fishing rod, but there was clearly a fish caught just now.
Qin Luo and the others came to the bamboo house.
The tea table was very short, and they sat on the floor. Fuyun layman personally made tea for them. The process was complicated and very particular.
"I wonder where you guys are from?"
"The young monk is from Jinguang Temple."
"Junior Qin Luo comes from Longhu Temple."
"Confucian scholar Chu Peiran, from Daxia Academy."
Layman Fuyun's brows stretched, with curiosity in his eyes, "Why do you practice?"
Chu Peiran blurted out without even thinking, "Cultivate yourself, harmonize your family, govern the country and bring peace to the world."
Layman Fuyun said with admiration in his eyes, "This is the way of a saint, and it requires a lot of sacrifices."
Being a saint is troublesome. Qin Luo doesn't like trouble. He just wants to be himself, "I just want to live well."
Fuyun layman's eyes lit up, as if he had met a close friend, "Many people want to live well, but they care about too many things and cannot live well."
Guichen said with a serious expression: "The young monk practices because he wants to know who he is."
Fuyun layman said with emotion: "I have been deep in the mountains for hundreds of years, and the old man has often asked me who I am, but it is a pity that I can't remember."
"Come, have some tea."
The layman Fuyun extended his hand to invite.
Qin Luo picked up the tea and took a sip. The tea had a rich aroma that made people feel peaceful.
Fuyun layman lived a free and easy life. Qin Luo felt very comfortable drinking the tea he brewed. This was the life he wanted.
