The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 146: Whose voice is coming from the wind

　　 opened the door, Yin San did not see Liu Shisui, only Xiao He, smiled and said, "Come and ask for a meal."

　　 Xiaohe was a little surprised, so he quickly asked him to sit down and went to make arrangements. She is no longer as wary of this mysterious senior as she was last time, because she now has too many things to worry about, such as Liu Shisui's body, such as Jing Jiu who now lives in Guocheng Temple.

　　The dishes are still very rich, but the wine is a little different.

　　 Yin San put down the wine bowl, smiled and said: "The strong ale on Thunder Island is not easy to get."

　　 Xiaohe stood aside, clutching the corner of his clothes a little nervously.

　　 A good drink suddenly appeared on the table at home. In addition to friends coming from afar, there is another possibility to ask someone to do something.

　　 Yin San is a very casual person, drinking, eating, and talking casually.

　　"He will return to Qingshan one day, how to solve your status as a fox demon?"

　　 Xiaohe was silent for a moment, and said: "If it really doesn't work, I will leave."

　　 Yin San said: "The fox demon is easily emotional, arrogant, and knows the severity. Since you are willing to give up, the picture is naturally not small, do you want him to be the head?"

　　 Xiaohe knew that he couldn't hide from this expert, and said: "Senior sees clearly."

　　 Yin San shook his head and said: "He will never be the head of Qingshan in his life."

　　 Xiaohe's face was pale and asked: "Why?"

　　 "I know Qing Shan, anyone who has had his experience can't be the head, unless he can do it to my level, but can he?"

　　 Yin San looked at the stewed fish in the big bowl, and said calmly: "He can't, so he can't."

　　 Xiaohe's face was pale, but he was much calmer, just as he relaxed after despair, and whispered: "He said, Master Jing Jiu thinks so too."

　　 Yin San listened to the name, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and said: "At least he hasn't forgotten this matter."

　　 Xiaohe asked: "Do you have any suggestions?"

　　 According to her idea, since Liu Shisui can't be the head of Qingshan, he might as well live some ordinary days in this vegetable garden. But she also knew that this was just wishful thinking, one day Liu Shisui would leave here, or even leave her.

　　"The world is so big, why is it confined to that green mountain? Even if you leave here in the future, you can go to other places, even other continents."

　　 This is the true feeling of Yin San.

　　 Had it not been for the mountain in his heart, he would have left.

　　Thinking about the past, he stretched his chopsticks toward the green spinach piled on the plate, like a sword about to pierce a green mountain.

　　"After Master Jing Jiuxian came to the monastery, he would follow him every day, as it was in the past. In the future, with a word from Master Jing Jiu, he will have to return to Qingshan. Where can he go?"

　　 Xiaohe thinks about her life these days, and feels a bit bitter.

　　yinsan’s chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air and said, "I don’t like eating spinach the least. It’s too bitter."

　　 Xiaohe didn't understand what he meant, but suddenly felt that the room became extremely cold.

　　 That breath comes from Yin San's body.

　　 Xiaohe knelt down with a snap, his face pale, and his body trembling slightly.

　　Yinsan's breath is not that strong, but it makes her feel extreme fear.

　　 was like when she was pierced by Jing Jiu's left shoulder in the Sea God Temple outside Haizhou City.

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　　 The backyard of the front temple of Guocheng Temple, there is a large farmland outside, and there are continuous sheds beside the road.

　　In the front temple, you can burn incense, visit the Buddha, and do things, while the backyard is where the monks of the temple clean up.

　　 Tallinn is very quiet, and the place is very remote. Because the color of the pagoda is mostly white and gray, the closest Zen room here is called Baishan.

　　 Yin San sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen Room, looking at the stone towers, and was silent for a long time.

　　The old ancestor came back from the outside with his mouth wiped, seeing this scene, feeling a little strange.

　　Yin San often sits on the stone steps to bask in the sun, but there is no sun today.

　　 And he cultivated in the realm of the ancestors, naturally it can be seen that he is in a weird mood today.

　　The ancestor asked carefully: "Real person, what happened?"

　　yin three said in a weak voice: "I don't know, Jing Jiu is in Guocheng Temple."

　　The ancestor has been speculating on who is the inner respondent of Yin San in Guocheng Temple, and now it seems that the person should have followed the chief of Lutang to the north.

　　 Then... he woke up, understood what he had heard, fell silent, and his nose became more ruddy.

　　The sound of a crow came from deep in Tallinn.

　　 "What is he here for?"

　　The ancestor asked in a low voice.

　　 "There is a problem with that fairy urn."

　　 Yin San said: "He can't solve it in Qingshan, so he is seeking relief from the Dharma here...just like me."

　　The ancestor was silent for a while, then suddenly walked to the Zen room and said: "I haven't read a few Buddhist scriptures yet, take them on the road."

　　 Yin San raised his head and looked at the crows flying from Tallinn, and asked calmly: "Why are you leaving?"

　　 Patriarch stopped and said: "Whether you hide or kill, you will always leave afterwards."

　　 This sentence makes a lot of sense.

　　 Yin San said: "I came here to seek relief from the Dharma. I haven't obtained the scriptures yet. How can I go?"

　　The ancestor walked back to him and asked tentatively: "Then kill it?"

　　 Yin San said: "I wanted to kill him, but now he is sent to the door, why not kill him?"

　　"This sentence is too vulgar and does not fit your identity as a real person."

　　The ancestor said with a sullen face: "And you didn't mean that he is not Jingyang, so what did you do to kill him?"

　　 Yin San said: "He is not Jingyang, he must die."

　　The old ancestor looked colder and said: "Why?"

　　 If it is something else, as long as Yin San says it, he will definitely bark like a dog, but this thing is not good, he needs a reason.

　　 Now Zenzi went to Baicheng, and the abbot was unable to retreat. No one in Guocheng Temple could directly resist his Profound Yin magic arts, but even if he killed Jing Jiu, he would inevitably reveal his identity, the two members of the Qingshan Sect. Da Wu will definitely chase him to death, is he going to hide again in the unseen underground?

　　 Yin San said: "I think he is not pleasing to the eye, what's the reason for this?"

　　The ancestor shook his head and said seriously: "Not very good."

　　 Yin San suddenly stood up, walked into Tallinn, leaving a word.

　　"I am teasing you. With his temperament, he must have that cat with him. How can it be so easy to kill?"

　　The ancestor looked at his back and asked: "Then avoid it now?"

　　 Yin San did not stop, and said, "Let’s take a look first."

　　The ancestor suddenly had a very bad idea, and said in a deep voice, "A real person is going to see him?"

　　 Yin San did not speak, and stopped in Tallinn.

　　The ancestor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

　　yinsan took out the bone flute, and drew dozens of lines on the ground between several spiritual towers.

　　 Those lines make up extremely complicated patterns, and it looks like it should be a certain formation.

　　 The sound of crows was in the sky, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves rolled in from Tallinn, covering up those lines, and could no longer be seen.

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　　 There is no master in the lecture hall today, and Jing Jiu is in the quiet garden.

　　 He lay on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes, listening to the sound from the wind, his ears moved slightly.

　　 These windy ears can hear all the sounds of the cold wind.

　　 That is all the sounds between heaven and earth, including the chanting of monks, the sound of believers' foreheads touching the ground in the front hall, and the sound of burning incense candles.

　　 According to reason, his ears should be very conspicuous, but everyone who sees him will be attracted by his face, and it is difficult to notice this.

　　 Listening to the sound of the wind, he rested his right hand on the arm of the bamboo chair and tapped it every once in a while.

　　 Liu Shisui sat on the edge of the bamboo chair, staring at his fingers, and constantly adjusted the movement of the true essence in his body following his rhythm.

　　 At the pond in a small mountain village more than 20 years ago, such scenes often happened.

　　 Jing Jiu's fingers stopped suddenly, then opened his eyes and looked out of Jingyuan.

　　 The sound in the wind was a little messy, although it was only a moment, he noticed it.

　　 His fingers moved again, but this time it was much faster, with countless afterimages.

　　 Liu Shisui didn't notice that he had opened his eyes. He thought it was still the rhythm. Zhenyuan suddenly became confused and stopped quickly.

　　 Jing Jiu looks out of Jingyuan, his eyes are slightly different.

　　Even if it is related to the immortal urn of longevity, his deduction can get a rough point. Why is it not clear this time?

　　 Liu Shisui thought he was worried about the immortal urn, and said: "I know a master in Guocheng Temple, I don’t know if it’s your acquaintance."

　　 Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, took a sip from his teacup, and shook his head.

　　 He has only one acquaintance in Guocheng Temple, and he knows several high-ranking monks, but Jing Jiu knows no one.

　　 Liu Shisui thought that it was Chanzi’s help, and said: "That master has profound Dharma and helped me interpret a lot of difficult scriptures. Would you like it?"

　　 Jing Jiu put the tea cup back on the table and shook his head again.

In the rain gallery on the other side of the 　　, Zhao Layue was reviewing the scriptures from the day before, thinking about the difficulties in kendo, subconsciously touching the white cat on her lap with her palm, and occasionally rubbing its belly. Listening to Liu Shisui's words, she said: "How can a arrogant person like him think that anyone in the world is qualified to teach him?"

　　 Distance produces beauty, but also awe.

　　 If you are too familiar, the beauty and awe are gone.

　　This principle applies to cats as well as humans.

　　 Her attitude towards Jing Jiu is becoming more and more casual, and she is about to return to the first two years.

　　 The white cat didn't feel offended, and hummed comfortably, then snore, and finally turned over and turned his belly to the sky.

　　 Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He raised his teacup and remembered that he had just finished drinking.

　　 Liu Shisui quickly pour it in.

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　　 The dusk was getting darker, and when I wanted to come home, Yin San got up from the stone steps, took the dust off his body, and prepared to go to the vegetable garden to disturb a meal.

　　The ancestor said: "Will you go now?"

　　 Yin San said: "Go and see."

The ancestor 　　 said: "If you see it there, are you going to kill him directly?"

　　 Yin San shook his head and said: "Since he thinks he is Jingyang, he won't go to the vegetable garden~IndoMTL.com~Because that is meaningless to Jingyang, so I won't meet him. "

　　The ancestor asked: "Then what are you going to do?"

　　 Yin San did not explain, and left Guocheng Temple directly to the vegetable garden.

　　 The time he chose was really good. Liu Shisui was eating with Xiao He in the house.

　　Since he was not the predecessor invited by the son, Liu Shisui would naturally not tell him about the son, but he did not expect Yin San to take the initiative to mention it.

　　 Yin San drank a bowl of wine and said, "I know what Jing Jiu is doing. I may have some methods. Go and ask him if he wants to learn."

　　 Liu Shisui was a little wary, and said: "I am not very clear, but you can ask."

　　 Yin San took out a few pieces of paper and handed it over, saying, "Don't tell him who I am. If you don't believe me, just don't say it. If he doesn't believe me, don't use it."

　　 Early the next morning, Liu Shisui brought the best new tea sent by Gu Qing's family and the pieces of paper into Guocheng Temple.

　　 Jing Jiu took the papers and looked at it, and found that the handwriting was strange, but the sentences had a familiar taste.

　　 More importantly, the man’s method is quite reasonable.

　　 This is not meditation and interpretation, but refining the immortal urn.

　　 How many people in the world can have this level?

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