The visitors have all dispersed.

The Xuankongbao Temple is hidden in the Zen realm again.

The disciples may still be talking about the retreat of the Jingguo people, but the masters who stayed in front of the Xuankong Temple were silent.

"Everyone, please go back and meditate." Ku Ming said, "Master Zhixie will stay."

Once the Destiny Bodhisattva appeared, Ku Ming's prestige in Xuankong Temple has been elevated to an unprecedented level, and no one is dissatisfied.

The taciturn Kudhi left without saying a word.

Kubing, however, took a deep look at his senior abbot. He had always been the one who most protected Kuming. He also understood the hard work and commitment of senior brother Kuming. He firmly believed that senior brother Kuming would not lose to his master back then.

He was a good abbot of the temple. But it was only today that he realized that Ku Ming was so strong that he could even frighten Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen.

This gave rise to many strangers.

After more than a hundred years of getting along, growing up together sneaking around and avoiding Buddhist classes... I suddenly realized that everyone seemed to be hiding many secrets. Whether it was the bitter nature and bitter awakening that had left, or the current abbot brother.

It seems that he is the only one who has bones inside his skin.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the words that Senior Brother Ku Jue scolded him before he left that year——

"I don't have any eyesight!"

Ku Jue had scolded him countless times since he was a child, but he had forgotten most of them. He only remembered that the yellow-faced old monk had a bad mouth. Only this sentence became clearer and clearer after time and effort.

I guess that's right? It's like a thin knife cutting into the bone marrow.

Looking back sadly, he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Then I'll hear the bell..."

"Just keep it in the Nianhuayuan. Don't be stingy, let the enlightened disciples use it to practice..." Ku Ming said, and then said: "Uncle Master, I have worked hard for you these years."

Sadness Palm: "The abbot has been able to reach this stage. I must be very happy that my brother is alive in heaven. Please don't be too harsh on yourself."

As the uncle of these monks of the bitter generation, the bitter nature that was in charge of Nianhuayuan died. He had to go out to practice Buddhist scriptures in seclusion. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed and he has never escaped.

Ku Ming watched his junior brothers and uncles drifting away, without speaking for a long time.

Zen Master Zhixie also stood nearby, waiting silently.

For a long time, only the sound of the bell rang, drifting away and away.

The voice of Ku Ming seemed to be traced back from a distance, coming back bit by bit: "Is the Shenxia really in the Hanging Temple?"

Zhi evil raised his eyes, and from this angle he could only see the fat abbot's fat bald head, the fat back of his neck, and several fleshy folds on his neck.

He suddenly thought of meat buns - a very strange association.

"The abbot also thinks I am?" he asked.

Ku Ming did not answer, but just said: "The generation gap between you and me is too far, so let's call him 'Master'!"

"Master Zhixie——" The fat abbot of Xuankong Temple walked into the temple, and his voice was very slow and heavy: "You must not be a magic hero."

A huge shadow fell over the Xuankong Temple, and the eyebrowless Zhi evil stood in the long shadow without saying a word.

Only the sun and moon shovel shone coldly...

Like the sun and moon in the long night.

…

…

"What is Mr. Jiang doing?"

On the way back to Taixu Mountain, Zhong Xuanyin couldn't help but ask.

"Make some amulets."

"Why are you still stimulating the power of heaven?"

"Blessed people are blessed by heaven. This is the amulet of heaven."

"Why do you look so familiar to me?"

"Is there any?" Jiang Wang turned sideways, blocking his view: "Those are several flat pieces of deed paper. I folded them all - the shapes are all different!"

"Look at you, you are so anxious. I didn't say it was like a heavenly contract!" Zhong Xuanyin said.

Jiang Wang glanced at him: "Is there anything else, Mr. Zhong?"

Zhong Xuanyin is really in trouble.

But after all, he has a cautious temperament, so he endured it and didn't say anything.

"See you next time." Jiang Wang didn't bother to play riddles with him, so he raised his legs and started to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Zhong Xuanyin stopped him, thought for a while, and finally said: "Do you think... Fierce Bodhisattva can be a hero?"

Jiang Wang turned around and was somewhat serious: "I don't know, and it's not appropriate to make baseless guesses. It feels uncomfortable to be wronged - Jing Guo has no substantive evidence to produce."

"Today the hard-working abbot has shown such strength, even if Jingguo has evidence, he will not show it." Zhong Xuanyin said slowly: "Two saint-level combat powers, deep-rooted Buddhism in the East Holy Land, hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation of Zen... If

Coupled with a magic hero and an equal country, can Jingguo really fight this battle?"

"Jinghai, destroyed Yizhen, personally conquered Ksitigarbha, and looking back, the battle of Jingmu was not that long ago. Although the country is big, war-loving will inevitably lead to destruction - even if Jingguo is covered in iron, how many times can he squander like this? He is suffering from illness

Now that you’re gone, you should take a good rest.”

"The emperor's order cannot be thrown to the ground. As a minister, one cannot force the emperor to risk his life despite his injuries. Suspending it now is the best result. Neither Nan Tianshi nor King Jin can handle it.

This sense of proportion.”

The moment Ku Ming showed up as the Bodhisattva of Destiny, everything that Jing Guo had to do today ended.

Zhenhe Zhenjun is the most suitable step.

But on the other hand, why is the abbot, who has been hiding for so long, so anxious to end this scene today?

There can be many explanations for this.

Just like the bloody rain in Tianjing City back then, it was vigorous and gratifying at that time. Who knows how many emotions were covered up and how many stories were washed away during it. How many thoughts were hidden in the different eyes that were concerned about the battlefield at that time!

Jiang Wang looked into the distance quietly and said nothing for a while.

Zhong Xuanyin asked again: "Is Member Jiang looking for a magician recently?"

Jiang Wang looked at him: "Is it so obvious?"

Zhong Xuanyin did not answer, but asked: "Shenxia and Gu Shiyi were once friends?"

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment: "...you know this and I know it."

Zhong Xuanyin said: "I asked Senior Jin Qingjia to record Gu Shiyi's record. He should have guessed it."

Jin Qingjia was a great scholar in Qinku Academy, and it was he who presided over the life history of Gu Shiyi. He planned to compile a history book about "Xia". He also saw the bright future of the path of righteousness and wanted to use this book to promote his practice.

There are many historians in the world who can see this path. In the end, whose "History of Chivalry" can be handed down and the most convincing to the world, who can get this piece of historical information.

When compiling "History of Chivalry", the most inescapable thing is Gu Shiyi's name.

"Why could he guess it?" Jiang Wang asked.

"He's not stupid." Zhong Xuanyin said.

Jiang Wang was choked for a moment.

Zhong Xuanyin added: "You may be Gu Shiyi's last friend, but senior Jin Qingjia is the person who knows Gu Shiyi best in the world, at least one of them."

Jiang Wangdao: "Then you know, I know, and senior Jin Qingjia knows."

Zhong Xuanyin looked at him with some humor and tapped his ear with his index finger: "The law has not been passed down to six ears - now that it has been passed down to six ears, this secret is no longer a secret."

Jiang Wang could only sigh.

Zhong Xuanyin added: "When you confirm the identity of Shenxia, ​​tell me as soon as possible. If you want to take action, don't forget that we are colleagues. Although I can't take down Shenxia, ​​I can still stop Zhao Zi or something.

So that you don’t get distracted.”

Jiang Wang said hello and said that he really didn't have anything important to do at the moment.

Zhong Xuanyin reluctantly left.

Jiang Wang no longer planned to go to Taixu Mountain. He was walking alone in the clouds, walking aimlessly and playing with his hands.

As a kind of magical contract that has disappeared, there is no need to promote it nowadays when there are few heavenly people.

But since Jiang Wang felt it so clearly...if you don't learn, you won't learn.

With his current control over the way of heaven, it is not difficult to follow the gourd and draw the scoop. The only thing is that it takes a lot of energy. He has to grind the primeval stone into blue paper, twist the power of the way of heaven into silk thread, and outline the text of the contract one by one. This is the laborious task.

In terms of outline, it is like weaving clothes.

The text of this heavenly deed does not require any literary talent. It only reflects one's personal understanding of the way of heaven and should be concise and clear.

It was with great difficulty that he signed three heavenly deeds. With his current level of cultivation, he was a little tired. He folded them all into paper sheep - this is called the "Qingyang Heavenly Deed".

Then I put it away with satisfaction.

Looking back, Qing Yu, An An, and Chu Yao's gifts were all found.

Thinking of the gift, he stopped again.
To be continued...