Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 370 My Husband Jiqiu's Monument, Wife Su Qixiu Stays!
Time is but a snap of the fingers, and after hundreds of years, it seems that it will return to the original point again.

The flying boat driven by Lin Yu crossed the [-] mountains across the sky, and the huge spiritual power was only slightly spilled, and he called away the ignorant birds and monsters, as if encountering a flood of beasts, fearing that they would not be able to avoid them.

Therefore, in just ten days, the continuous mountains have come to an end, and when you look up, people have already appeared.

Overlooking the mortal world from the clouds, Ji Qiu watched all this quietly:
"When I went there in the past, it should have been a long time ago."

"And this mortal dynasty changes at every turn, and everyone in the world is fighting for power. In the past, when the chaos started, it would have been destroyed long ago."

"In today's world, I don't know who is in power. Is the Xuankong Temple safe?"

Ji Qiu knows.

Lin Yu, who came to Qiuxia Mountain to settle down, wanted to return to his ancestral land.

Therefore, he should be very clear about these.

"In the old days, master, you pierced the armor eight thousand and four times with one sword, killed Su Chilong, the patriarch of the capital, and cut off the crown on the emperor's crown, so that the last trace of prestige of the dynasty was lost."

"As a result, the Central Plains was in chaos, and all the heroes rose together to compete for the deer in the 49 counties of the seven states. The flames of war have been ups and downs for nearly a hundred years, and it was only in the hands of a small beggar who rose from the bottom that the chaos was restored and the universe was recreated."

"The Daxuan Dynasty called this Jiangshan Haiyan Heqing, and it has been in the world for nearly four hundred years before stepping into the footsteps. Until now, it has been reincarnated again."

"Nowadays, the great warriors of the new dynasty have dominated the world for three hundred years, and the Xuankong Temple is still on the Hanging Mountain, towering majestically, and will last for a long time."

"And the presiding Zen masters for generations are all enshrined by this Great Wu Dynasty. It is said that the founder of the country, the Taizu, once became a monk on the mountain, and then took advantage of the troubled times to compete in the world, so there is a lot of origin."

"This time and time again, it has formed a good relationship."

Lin Yu greeted Ji Qiu's inquiry and talked eloquently, introducing him the changes of today's world and the vicissitudes of life.

Finally, he invited:

"Now that we are about to enter the old land, master, do you want to come with me to the ancestral land of the Lin family?"

"Back then Linjiang was barren, but after half my life, the descendants who stayed in the mortal world, with the little things I left behind, can be regarded as a long-standing inheritance here. If you want to come to Linjiang, it is not as rampant as it was back then. look like."

The old man in the green shirt showed a nostalgic look, as if recalling the past.

But regarding this, Ji Qiu shook his head:
"That's not necessary."

"I'm going to visit the Hanging Temple."

"After all this trip, if you want to come again"

He paused:

"I don't know what it's going to be like."

After all, he sighed slightly:
"After 800 years, Hanging Mountain is still the same place?"

Ji Qiu looked at Lin Yu in front of him, nodded his head when he saw him, and then replied:

"In this case, after I return from the Xuankong Temple, I will return to Zixiao with you."

"In those days, it would take several years to walk all over this ordinary small land, but now, with just one step, you will be facing the blue sea and the twilight sky. It is already very different."

"Life encounters, how can you talk about it, and you can tell it all."

Looking at the blue sea and sky, feeling the thin aura.

After Ji Qiu sighed with emotion, he waved his sleeve robe, stepped out in an instant, walked up from the cloud boat, and then turned into a vast light spot and dissipated, leaving only the sound echoing.

The fairy in palace costume who had been accompanying on one side had hidden worries that others could not easily detect, but she also followed when she saw the Taoist leave.

In a short while, Yu Linyu, his grandfather and grandson were alone in the sky.

Looking at the direction where Ji Qiu disappeared, and hearing the lingering sound, Lin Yu smiled wryly:

"That's right, there are hundreds of years of encounters in life, and it's not easy to say everything in a few words."

Slightly closing his eyes, he looked back at the scenes of the mundane world.

Lin Yu had mixed feelings in his heart:

"Just a master"

"I've made all the preparations for my funeral. Now that I've come here, in fact, I never thought about going back."

Looking at Lin Xiao who was obediently standing on one side, but couldn't hide his awe of Ji Qiu and Ao Jing, the old man thought for a while and waved:

"Xiao'er."

"Jindan Daoist's lifespan is eight hundred, and the ancestor has come to an end."

"This time when you return to the ancestral land, the ancestor will use the origin of the golden elixir to cleanse your spirit body, strive to break through the shackles of the foundation of the heavenly way, and in this way, you will have the hope of the golden elixir."

"The realm of the real person can ensure that the Lin family's inheritance will prosper for another 800 years."

"Now Zixiao Jiazi's opening of the mountain is close at hand. When the ancestor dies, you can go to worship the mountain. If you can enter the threshold, then you will have the hope of alchemy. At that time, even if the ancestor is dead, I will not die." No one dares to covet Qiuxiashan's lineage!"

His words are solemn.

"This burden is in your hands."

Speaking of this, Lin Yu thought of the tip of the iceberg that Ji Qiu had just revealed, and was silent for a long time:
"And there is,"

"If the master just came after everything is over, it happens that my ancestor has already fallen."

"Then, you can do one or two things for me and tell him a few words for me."

"Just say."

Speaking of this, the old man in the green shirt faintly revealed sadness in his words:
"Lin Yu, Lin Yu, the young bodyguard leader of Lin's Bodyguard Bureau, thank you Xianchang for your kindness in preaching in the past!"

"An immortal caresses my head, and my hair is long-lived. It's a pity that this fairy road is difficult and tortuous. There are only a few people who have climbed the road. Lin Yu has little talent and learning. After all, he will not reach the end of the road."

"I only hope that the immortal head can soon make up for the regrets in his heart, and in this vast immortal journey, he will soar upwards and rise to the sky!"

"Lin Yu. No regrets."

After nearly a thousand years of practice, it became empty in one day.

It is a lie to say that you can be willing.

but
Manpower is exhausted.

Looking back on my life, I have also seen great waves and waves, leaving a strong stroke in the traces of my life.

Actually not bad.

After all, not everyone is Ji Qiu. From Lin Yu's point of view, he has changed dynasties in this mortal world and walked out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Although he has not entered the Holy Land, he was also listed in the authentic biography of one party when he was young. Pai elders are majestic and dignified.

The demon blood in his hand is enough to pave a long road, and the three-foot long sword in his hand is also full of passion, cleansing the crowd of demons, being worshiped and revered as a real person, his life span is eight hundred years, and he has seen all the wind and frost.

Compared with the head of the Guizhou, the casual cultivators who are struggling at the bottom of their practice.

He has already lived a wonderful life.

Everyone's life is different, if you can bloom enough gorgeous flames in your eyes
in this way.

In fact, it is enough.

In the second year of Chongming in the Great Wu Dynasty, the new emperor ascended the throne and amnesty the world.

In the same year, he made a pilgrimage to Xuankong Mountain, which made the Martial Dao Holy Land, which has never been lost for thousands of years, even more worthy of its name.

The Xuankong lineage has been handed down for a long time in this land, and it is even longer than the imperial dynasty. Even the Linjiang Lin family with disciples and old officials all over the world is still a little bit behind when traced back to the source of inheritance.

Before this generation was honored in the martial arts world, there were young masters who broke through the capital alone and shocked the world. Since then, it has been out of control. For 800 years, generations of talents have emerged in large numbers, and the myth of martial arts has never been broken.

Even if there were unscrupulous people who coveted the mystery, but every time they tried it, they ended up without a problem, as if the thousand-year-old peak that rose from the ground really had a real Buddha, mysterious and unpredictable.

And this day.

When the last ray of autumn wind drifted by, a light rain fell.

There was a purple-robed Taoist and a fairy in a palace costume. The two walked together, stepping on the mossy stone steps that climbed the Hanging Mountain.

There is dense fog in the mountains, and with the light rain, it is dyed together. For a while, the clouds and mist are lingering, and the pines and cypresses on both sides are evergreen. Although the old scene has changed, the familiar sense of sight is still the first moment. heart.

This is really similar to the scene when he was brought up to the Hanging Mountain by Master Jingming when he was a child in his first life.

Follow this peak all the way up.

The dusty memories from long ago also began to revive one by one.

When Ji Qiu climbed to the endless Buddhist temple hidden in the mountains, he suddenly realized it.

After such a long time has passed, all the building complexes that he was familiar with practicing martial arts have already changed their appearance.

But even though the appearance has changed, it is still carved out of the same mold, with yellow walls and black tiles, simple and elegant, simple and solemn, without any gold embellishment, glazed tiles.

Even after 800 years.

Zen Master Juewu, and Master Jingming and his generation still passed on their Zen way and Buddhist philosophy very well.

Just peeping at the tip of the iceberg, you can see the whole picture. It is worthy of both the Buddha's veins and the martial arts.

Up and down the mountain, there was a lot of incense, and countless gray-clothed and yellow-clothed monks came and went, just like Ji Qiu's past.

The only difference is Ji Qiu and Ao Jing.

However, as a great practitioner of Dharma and Yuanshen Realm.

They don't want people to see their existence, so others must not see it.

So, Ji Qiu went to many places again.

The courtyard where I used to practice boxing with Master Jingming and live and rest.

Empty and solemn, the famous martial arts training ground.

There are also lecture halls and Buddhist scripture pavilions.
He has stepped through these places one by one, but it is a pity that the familiar faces he once knew are long gone.

In the Sutra Pavilion, Ji Qiu left two cultivation methods leading directly to the Jindan Avenue beside the series of ancient wooden shelves, and also left corresponding annotations, as well as the method of walking out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains to the realm of cultivation.

Then, seemingly unintentionally, these precious inheritances were put back in the corner of the Jingge, just like the scriptures of crossing the world back then.

As a predecessor, there is always something to leave behind.

Let it go.

Ji Qiu found the ancestral hall of the Xuankong Temple.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere rushed over, the mahogany ancestral hall like an ancient building, guarded by more than a dozen monks, and even in the depths, there was a faint breath of refining Qi.

However, Ji Qiu turned a blind eye to this.

He didn't disturb anyone, stepped in the light rain, not getting wet, took Ao Jing with him, and stepped into the main gate majesticly like a gust of breeze.

crunch~~
The monks on both sides yawned and saw that the door was open, but there was no one there. They only thought it was caused by the wind, so they closed it again.

Dim candles burned on both sides until the end of the road.

The ancestral hall is not big, and beside the desk where the tablets are placed, there is an old monk with his legs crossed, his eyes closed like clay sculptures, and his body reveals the Taoism that belongs to the late stage of Qi refining.

Such a cultivation base can already be called invincible.

Ji Qiu stood a foot away from him, and then quietly looked at the ancestral hall tablets from low to high, from short to long years of death, which almost covered the entire thousand years, quietly lost in thought.

Soon, he was at the top and saw a familiar name.

[The first seat of Jue Zidai Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jue Wu]

【Host of Xuankong Temple, Jing Ming, Jingming】

[The monk of the real generation hanging in the air, really like]

The three spirit tablets hang high above, engraved on the thin and cool jade, a short piece, but Ji Qiu saw the once lifelike faces from the jade tablets.

It's like an eternity.

Looking at it, he smiled.

It was a smile that no one else would understand.

Turning over one side of the desk, there were bamboo slips that recorded the life of the masters of the past and the history of the Xuankong Temple. Ji Qiu used his spirit as a guide, and just glanced at it casually, and saw what he was looking for.

[The first enlightened Zen master in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with martial arts to the sky, sat in Xuankong Mountain for decades, and passed away with a sigh at the age of more than 150 years. 】

[At the time when Daqian perished, the capital was in turmoil, and the people were suffering, the Zen master dressed in a monk's clothes, held a saber, and went to the Purdue side. One person stood on the city wall, took the leader of the rebellion from among the thousands of troops, and protected Qianjing for ten years. Anwen, until the founding of the Xuan Dynasty, just returned to the mountain. At that time, all the statues of Dagan Buddhist Temple were offered to his clay body to show his gratitude. 】

[Under the sword, it is also compassion. 】

[Jingming, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, died at the age of 82 years. After the death of the old abbot, he was appointed in danger. He and Juewu Zen Master were the pillars of each other. Later, after the establishment of the new dynasty, he traveled mountains and rivers on foot, stayed on the banks of the Daxuan River, listened to the tide in the night and was silent, and sat down before death, still chanting the name of his disciples. 】

【Xuankong Temple Zhenru, a legend of a generation, a myth of martial arts, overwhelms the world's outstanding people, aspires to be the number one in martial arts, kills Qianzu, and cuts off the crown. Unfortunately, there are many killings at a young age. A generation of Buddhas are hard to return when the sky is full of snow. They are buried in the sky down the mountain. 】

Enlightenment, Jingming, self
In addition, there are some familiar brothers and sisters back then, some whose names are not on it, but most of them have left more or less traces.

This is, Ji Qiu's first follow-up.

There are not so many twists and turns, and the waves are magnificent.

According to the temperament of the master, the Zen master, this is the choice they will make in the future.

They are worthy of their Zen mind and life.

Awareness has the opportunity to practice, but chooses to stay in Xuankong. Ji Qiu's master Jingming is proud of him, but he can't let go of what happened back then until his death.

For a moment, Ji Qiu's Dao heart throbbed for a moment.

But in the end, it can only turn into a sigh of regret for a lifetime:

"The past is gone, and all the old people are gone."

"but."

"Master"

He blew a breath of spiritual energy and dusted off the dust on the jade tablet.

"I'm alive."

"I don't know if there is a real reincarnation in this world."

"But, I'm back."

"I hope you don't care too much when you are old."

Practicing disciple etiquette, Ji Qiu folded his palms together and closed his eyes slightly.

On the other side, Ao Jing has been silent.

It wasn't until Ji Qiu made a move that she pondered for a moment before making the same move.

She didn't know what Ji Qiu went through.

But relying on the name of Zhenru, Ao Jing's supreme primordial spirit shrouded the Hanging Mountain at this time, and all the past events recorded in the files could not escape her eyes.

Therefore, she also deduced the complete outline of Ji Qiu's so-called 'reincarnation'.

A person whom Ji Qiu respects.

Ao Jing was also willing to pay his respects.

After everything was done, the Taoist sighed, and then turned back.

And before leaving.

The old monk who closed his eyes like a clay sculpture suddenly woke up, looking at the door of the ancestral hall that was suddenly blown open, he was a little stunned.

In the next moment, like a clear spring flowing, a mass of original spiritual power was born from his abdomen and penetrated into his limbs and bones, which also called his practice, which had never progressed an inch, a hundred feet to the top.
Go further.

"The Suspended Sutra Pavilion has follow-up practice and the search for the method of longevity."

"It's just that this road is full of difficulties and obstacles. As much as you gain, you have to lose as much. If you are determined, you can give the inheritance to Xuankong's disciples, and then explore."

"The right to be. As a patriarch, to give some opportunities to the younger generations."

"True—stay."

The echo in the ear is like an illusion.

However, when the old monk really took a walk, he really saw what Ji Qiu had left behind.

This time, his heart couldn't help but burst into horror.

He flipped through his mind quickly, and soon remembered those picture books that had been sung for 800 years and had some mythical appearances, as well as the patriarch's jade tablet.

"This is."

"The patriarch has appeared?"

Not to mention the wind and rain on the mountain at the moment.

At this time, Ji Qiu, riding the light rain, walked to the foot of the Hanging Mountain in the past, where he and Su Qixiu raised eyebrows.

Now that the vicissitudes of life are over, the wooden house has long since disappeared. Instead, it has become the cemetery where the eminent monks of the past dynasties are buried in the Xuankong Temple.

It is a cemetery.

Of course, there must be a monument to the ancestors.

So it is taken for granted that in the deepest part, at the end of the cemetery.

he.
Saw a different stone monument.

Burn like this above -

[Hanging true fax is like, the monument of my husband Jiqiu]

【Wife: Su Qixiu Liu】

(End of this chapter)