The Legend of Xianyu

Sanjin and Ah Xiang knew that Li Tianran's determination at the moment could only stand at the door and watch him leave slowly.

Ah Xiang stood at the gate of the ruined temple and watched Li Tianran go away. Her heart was full of loss and reluctance, but she still reluctantly muttered to herself: "Stinky boy, we'll see you in 6 months." "

At the same time, Sanjin saw Ah Xiang's appearance with tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but hurriedly stepped forward to comfort: "Ah Xiang, don't be sad." Li Tianran has always been very talented, he will get stronger and stronger sooner or later, and you will have a chance to meet him again. "

Seeing this, Wang Tienan, who was standing on the side, stepped forward with a wry smile and comforted them: "Ah Xiang, Sanjin, don't be sad. Naturally leaving is for cultivation, and he will gain more strength and growth during this time. We have to believe in him, and we have to believe in our own strength. "

Ah Xiang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled reluctantly. He knew that he could only improve his strength as soon as possible, and he could only look forward to the day when they met again. Six months may not be too long, but for them it means endless waiting and challenges.

Jingzhou, thousands of miles south of Jingzhou City, the mountains stretch, the forests are deep and dense, and few people visit. Mountains

There is a big river in the Bank of China, called Budu, which crosses mountains and mountains, and its tributaries are dense and converge on large rivers.

It has nurtured the entire land of Jingzhou, and the most famous place in Jingzhou is located on the source of the big river, Benzen Temple.

It has been a few days since Li Tianran left everyone and went to Benzen Temple alone

In the early morning of this day, the morning light broke and the white dew pressed the branches.

Birds leave their nests, insects come out of their burrows, and mountains and forests recover.

And in a mountain forest next to the big river, on the side of the cliff on the mountainside, there is an old pine tree, which is covered by clouds and fog.

Under the old tree, there is a flat bluestone lying down, and two people sit on it.

One man was rugged in appearance, with a long beard and a raunchy shirt stained with wine and flesh. He was drunk and confused, and his behavior was debauched, but he had some Buddhist beads unique to Buddhism wrapped around his hands, and he turned out to be a monk of wine and meat.

The other is a middle-aged Confucian scholar, dressed in white and wearing a Confucian scarf, plump and handsome, with a restrained spirit.

There is a chessboard in the middle, and the two play black and white chess pieces with their forehands.

The

middle-aged Confucian scholar held the sunspot in his hand, and he made a gesture, and the attack was powerful

On the contrary, the wine and meat monk was calm and relaxed at first, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and gradually unable to withstand the attack of the sunspot.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more obvious, he was so angry that he took several sips of the wine in the jug, swallowed the wine in his mouth and said

"Don't play, don't play. "

The wine and meat monk finally changed his painting style, like a gangster, skillfully throwing a pawn to mess up the chessboard, obviously this kind of thing, he is not the first time to do it, I really can't think of how a gangster like this became a monk?

"How many times has this been the first time, you stinky chess basket, and the next time you ask me to play chess with you, I won't play."

"Stinky scholar, what do you know? As long as the chess is not finished, it will not be counted as my loss. Even if you are a world-famous national player, the two of us will be tied at most in my place. Hahaha. "

Seeing the wine and meat monk, the middle-aged Confucian was also stunned, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"You and I met as an old friend and a young man, and now I haven't seen each other for several years, this time I suddenly sent a message to call me to play chess, and the foolish brother immediately came to the appointment, and came to such a play, isn't it a little inappropriate. "

"What's inappropriate, monk, I have been in retreat for three days, and I feel that my chess skills have improved greatly, but I still can't play you, and I'm angry. "

The wine and meat monk is alive and well, and he is a gangster.

"Brother's words are a bit unkind, the foolish brother used to enter the Tao with chess, and studied all year round, if you win easily, where will I put so many years of practice. The middle-aged Confucian scholar was quite speechless.

"Haha, but I've attained a higher level in my cultivation, so naturally it should be different!"

The wine and meat monk laughed, and said it as a matter of course.

As soon as the words fell, the wind rose, the old trees swaggered, and the clouds dispersed.

I saw that the wine and meat monk was arrogant, the mud pills were bursting with divine light, and a halo of light appeared from the back of his head, like a god in the world, and his momentum was soaring.

This is the manifestation of the Tao Fruit!

"What?".

The middle-aged Confucian looked shocked.

It turns out that this is the point of an old friend's message calling him!

The middle-aged Confucian looked at his old friend in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

The next thing they did was to look at each other and laugh.

"Congratulations to Brother Xiuyuan, who has attained the Vajra fruit position, and since then Buddhism has one less monk of wine and meat, and one more King Kong of Heavenly Destiny. "

The

middle-aged Confucian priest bowed and congratulated his old friend, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, this old friend has been practicing hard work in the mountains for several years, and now he has taken a step forward.

For example, today, there are only 4 well-known Buddhist masters, and from today onwards, there will be a fifth.

King Kong goes one step further, and it is a rare combination of heaven and man in the world, and the existence of Taoist land immortals and Buddhist dragon-descending Arhats.

The wine and meat monk pinched his beard, his eyes smiling, and gladly accepted the congratulations of his old friend.

"Brother has gone one step further now, he is already a King Kong in the world, and he can go to all over the world, what are the next arrangements?"

"The foolish brother has summoned the disciples who sat down to return to the mountain, and after giving an explanation, he went out and was at ease, and became a happy immortal. "

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

And just when these two world-class powerhouses were talking in the wilderness and forests, under the trees, suddenly a fresh wind swept in, and a sound sounded.

"To the extreme, keep quiet. All things work together, and I look at it.

The husband and things are numerous, the way of heaven is round, and each returns to its roots: returning to the root is called quiet, and quiet is called resuming life; I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain.

Knowing the constant tolerance, tolerance is the public, the public is the whole, the whole is the sky, the sky is the way, the road is long, and the body is invincible".

。。。。。

When the two world's powerhouses heard this, they gradually stopped talking and turned their heads sideways.

The two of them seemed to look directly across the space, through the clouds and mist in the mountains and the layers of dense forests, and saw the source of the mountain song.

At the foot of the mountain, among the trees, a young man, wearing a hat on his head, stepping on straw sandals, coarse cloth and green clothes, carrying a wooden sword on his shoulder, walked on a densely weed sheep intestine path, his footsteps swayed up and down with the breath, holding a broken book in his hand, although people were walking forward, but his eyes were always staring at the book. The mouth is not free to read the contents of the book.

"To the extreme, keep quiet. All things work together, and I look at it.

The husband and things are numerous, the way of heaven is round, and each returns to its roots: returning to the root is called quiet, and quiet is called resuming life; I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain.

Knowing the constant tolerance, tolerance is the public, the public is the whole, the whole is the sky, the sky is the way, the road is long, and the body is invincible".

。。。。

It turned out that this young man was Li Tianran, who left his partner to find Benzen Temple alone, and as for his outfit, he was on the road, because his road idiot attribute caused him to sell his wealth all the way on the road, and then finally insisted on coming to the source of the river that does not cross, and the foot of the Forgotten Dust Mountain.