The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 235 The Birth of Buddha
Near noon, the faint sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the elderly in the small courtyard.

At the side door, the emotions of the elated five people came to an abrupt end, with a sense of horror of being "stolen".

Qin Tianjian is correct!

The corners of Yu Yu and the others twitched, feeling inexplicably flustered, probably similar to the embarrassment of being caught doing bad things.

But the one who reacted the most was the god emperor who had never seen this generation of supervisors. The hairs on the back of Fang Shijie's neck stood up, and he turned his head to look at the national teacher, casting an inquiring gaze:
"Who is this old man?"

The smile on the supervisor's face froze.

Ji Pingan was silent for a while, waved his hand, and said to the four behind him:

"Go and rest first."

Immediately, he looked at the eldest disciple, and pointed to the shop ahead:

"Speak in the past?"

The prisoner readily agreed, and when the two turned their heads and entered Yijingzhai's store, Fang Shijie looked at the few people suspiciously:
"You all know him?"

Huang He said "En" and explained in a low voice, Fang Shijie said "Ah" with a solemn expression:

"This old man, he didn't come here to pick up a bargain, did he?"

……

In a quiet room.

When the door was closed and the two sat facing each other, Qin Tianjian was the first to speak:
"That little chubby, is..."

"God General Ah Dou." Ji Pingan sat back in his chair, and told Fang Shijie's fake identity and how he discovered it in a flat tone.

A Dou... Qin Tianjian sighed positively:
"It is recorded in the history books that God General Adou learned from the Emperor God, and he has learned a lot of his temperament. Seeing him today, his reputation is well-deserved."

In his speech, he was quite resentful towards the word "old man".

Ji Pingan was too lazy to talk about this issue, and said with a weird look:

"So when did you come?"

The old prisoner with white hair and beard, dressed like "Gandalf" sighed:
"The old man is doing well in seclusion, who is suddenly restless, seeing the ups and downs of the southern dragon veins, so he had to come out and have a look. I don't want to, I just saw you guys coming out of the big tomb..."

Ji Pingan is expressionless:
"Since when did the prisoner get into the bad habit of voyeurism?"

The supervisor smiled awkwardly, and no longer maintained his high popularity, he raised his hand and rubbed:
"Anyone who sees it?"

Ji Pingan stared at the unworthy disciple for a while, and said:
"The things in the treasure house are left to me by the national teacher."

The prisoner was silent for a while, and suddenly sighed:

"So, everything that happened today, did Master count back then?"

No... You may be thinking too much... Ji Pingan showed reverence: "Maybe."

The supervisor looked at him seriously for a while, and said:
"So, the secret about the treasure house was also told by the national teacher, and the magic robe on your body is also a gift from the master?"

Ji Pingan said confidently: "That's natural."

The prisoner frowned and said: "The group of people who fought against you..."

"In the world." Ji Pingan briefly shared the information he had obtained. After listening, the old star official with white hair and beard frowned into the character "eight", and suddenly sighed:
"The times have changed, and all kinds of ghosts and snakes have emerged."

Ji Pingan asked:
"Can you deduce the next move in the divination world?"

The supervisor shook his head:

"With my current cultivation base, I still can't go beyond the restrictions of those fragments to perform divination on the reborn."

Therefore, he really didn't know the coming of the "human world", but as a star observer, he could detect the upcoming changes through some other paths.

Similarly, he also confirmed earlier that the turmoil about the Qianyuan Treasure House did not turn out to be bad.

Ji Pingan glanced at him and said:

"So why don't you hurry back and go back to retreat and step into Shenzang as soon as possible?"

The supervisor smiled and said:

"Come out once in a while to get some air. Besides, your actions this time are still not concealed enough. Would you like me to help you clean up the follow-up troubles?"

Ji Pingan stared at him:
"The prison is here, it won't just say these things."

The prisoner restrained his smile and said:
"Although I can't see the next step of the 'world', I can vaguely see your next step."

Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows, and saw that the old prisoner was picking up a copper coin from the tray on the table, and placed it in the northeast direction of the gossip.

Immediately after smiling, the figure suddenly disintegrated into starlight and disappeared.

In the room, Ji Ping'an was the only one left quietly lost in thought.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and he held the copper coin in his palm and said "come in".

The door creaked open behind him, Fang Shijie poked his head out, and said doubtfully:

"The old man is gone?"

Ji Pingan said "En", thought for a while, and said:

"I'm going out."

The supervisor will help clean up the follow-up, but he has to do some aftermath work himself.

……

……

In Nancheng, behind the clothing store, in the courtyard hidden in the building complex.

Nangong Wan led the elite back from the door, dismissed the crowd first, and rested separately, and then dragged their tired and heavy steps to the small building alone.

In my mind, I was still thinking about the scenes I saw during this trip, and my heart was in a mess.

Who would have imagined that just a trip of exploration would bring such a big "shuffle" to the local forces in Yuhang.

Most of the old rivals, Tiandihui, were directly abolished, and the Mendicant Sect would also recuperate. The rest of the small sects all suffered casualties, but Tingxuelou gained nothing, but all members were not damaged. Against the backdrop, it became the biggest "benefit" By".

And all of this stems from a casual "exhortation" from that person.

"Squeak." In a daze, the veiled, tall beauty of the world pushed open the door, and then blurted out in a daze:

"Ji Sichen?"

In the tea room, Ji Pingan was wearing a green shirt, sitting and drinking tea, and seeing her come back safely, he couldn't help smiling:
"Yes, it seems that you have kept my advice in mind."

Nangong Wan was short of breath, her chest was heaving, her two slender legs were close together, imitating the demeanor of a boudoir girl, she bowed gracefully:

"Si Chen's life-saving grace, Wan'er and the sisters in the building have nothing to repay, please be respected by the little girl."

If the people of the Jianghu saw this scene, they would not know how many eyeballs would be dropped.

You know, Tingxuelou women have always been known for their pride. Although their strength is not very strong, even in the face of the leader Jiang Huai, they are neither humble nor overbearing.

I don't know how many Jianghu people's lifelong wish is to make Tingxuelou women submit to them, so as to show their own spirit.

But only think about it.

But today, the host Nangong Wan really treated a young man with humility.

Ji Ping'an's expression was as usual, and he raised his hand to help. Nangong Wan felt lifted up by a soft wind, and immediately heard Ji Pingan who was seated opposite him say:

"It's good to hear Xuelou female hero rather bend than bend. Don't wrong yourself, but you will lose the true meaning of Xueji's creation of the sect back then."

Nangong Wan was stunned, her nose was inexplicably sour, her cheeks were flushed, and she said shyly:
"Si Chen taught me that."

Ji Pingan asked her to sit down, and immediately asked about the exploration process of the Jianghu Alliance. Nangong Wan did not hide anything, and told everything.

Emphasized in the middle:

"Joe San was crushed to death by that stone ape."

Who is Qiao San... Oh, the leader of the Tiandihui... Ji Pingan didn't care, and motioned her to continue.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan felt mixed feelings in her heart. She never expected that Qiao San, whom Tingxuelou regarded as a formidable enemy, was insignificant in Ji Ping'an's eyes.

The dead Qiao San would not know that at the banquet that day, "Xu Keqing" whom he tried his best to provoke, from the beginning to the end, never cared about him as a clown.

After listening to the narration, Ji Pingan nodded slowly:
"That's fine, Tingxuelou can take advantage of the situation to take over the local Jianghu forces in Yuhang."

As he said that, he suddenly stared at Nangong Wan's body without making a sound. It wasn't until the hostess's face was on fire and distracting thoughts filled her heart that she heard Ji Ping'an's comment:

"It's just that the progress of the cultivation base is a bit slow, I'm afraid it won't be able to swallow too much territory."

Nangong Wan felt ashamed: "I..."

Ji Pingan waved his hand, flicked his fingers, several bottles of pills and a golden flying knife appeared out of nowhere on the tea table, and said lightly:

"Take these first. I hope that when we meet next time, Tingxuelou can become the number one in Yuhang Jianghu."

After finishing speaking, his body disintegrated into pale green starlight, and disappeared into the pavilion through the wood escape.

Only Nangong Wan was left in a daze, carefully picked up the pills and looked at them one by one, her complexion changed, and she recognized that they were all top-quality pills, priceless, a random bottle was worth more than the entire Tingxuelou.

And when she picked up the golden flying knife, crossed into Lingsu, and clearly felt the power and quality of this magic weapon, her vermilion lips parted in an 'O' shape, as if she had been petrified, and stood still.

Until the door of the tea room was knocked open, Hongying asked carelessly:

"Lord, who did you talk to just now... Uh, boss? What's wrong with you?"

Nangong Wan's delicate body trembled, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, her back was straight, and she was in high spirits:

"Hongying, we have a meeting, we have to get busy."

……

……

Saying goodbye to Nangong Wan, Ji Pingan crossed the street and returned to Laoliu Street.

Hearing some people talking about it, there was a faint tremor in the southern mountains.

It's just that the aftermath of this incident that happened in the deep mountains will spread in the city in a more subtle way in the next period of time.

Returning to Yijingzhai, Ji Pingan only saw that the doors of each room were closed, knowing that the four people including Yu Yu were all concentrating on retreating to digest and absorb the resources he allocated.

Ji Pingan didn't bother, stepped into his bedroom and locked the door.

He took out the space kit, poured out his own "three-in-one" star fragments, and the two fragments that exploded after killing Huoju and Bingpo.

Familiarly, he took out the hexagonal astrolabe, outlined the star map with spirit elements on the floor of the room, and pulled the star fragments to fuse with each other.

Because there are two pieces, it took him longer this time. When the pieces merged into one, Ji Pingan concentrated his soul and used "astrology" to spy.

boom.

In his mind, there seemed to be thunder exploding. Ji Ping'an's vision changed, and he found himself observing a city from a bird's-eye view.

"The architectural style is ancient. This time is the era of a thousand years ago?" Ji Pingan was thinking, and when he zoomed in, he saw a lightning bolt in the sky splitting the darkness and heavy rain pouring down.

The sky was dark, but on the mountain road, a white figure was so eye-catching.

It was a young monk in white clothes, tall and thin, wearing dirty white monk clothes.

He holds a huge lotus leaf in one hand and props it above his head to keep out the wind and rain.

The lotus leaves were actually red, dotted in the cold wind and rain, swaying gently.

The monk walked staggeringly, tried to fall several times, but regained his footing.

Finally, he walked into a mountain village, knocked on the door of a family of people, and raised the wooden bowl in his hand, but the host closed the door.

The monk continued to walk into the courtyard of the second house, but was also rejected.

Finally, when the monk traveled all over the mountain village, but did not get a grain of grain, he fell into the mud of the mountain village while carrying a huge red lotus leaf.

As the night passed, the sky cleared and shone brightly on the earth. Every family opened the door and walked out, only to be startled by the dead monk in white on the ground.

The people talked about it, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

In the end, someone stepped forward and took off the monk's clothes, picked up the alms bowl, lifted the body, and threw it into the mass grave outside the mountain village along with the tattered red lotus leaf that had been beaten by the rain.

After that, strange things happened in the mountain village.

The wells in the village have dried up one after another, and the streams outside the village have also dried up due to the diversion of the river water.

In this land, there has not been a drop of rain for three years, the land is cracked, and the crops have failed.

Every day people open their eyes with full of anticipation, and all they see is the clear sky and the hot sun.

After three years of drought.

A sloppy mage came here, and after listening to the narration of the villagers who were still alive, he picked up a shovel, walked towards the mass grave, and dug up the ground.

As a result, a sapling of the Sala tree was dug out three feet below the ground.

The saplings were pure white and grew rapidly after seeing the light. Within a dozen or so breaths, they grew into towering trees, and the entire mass grave around them also grew green grass and flowers.

When the villagers saw this, they knelt down and kowtowed, weeping. The sloppy mage picked up the shovel and stabbed it into the ground at will, and immediately a clear spring gushed out and flowed through the ground.

In the blink of an eye, with this place as the center, the entire withered and yellow land began to be dyed green, dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and the villagers were both joyful and fearful.

The sloppy mage folded his hands and knelt in prayer.

boom!
A bolt of thunder fell down, splitting the mage into charred bones.

Then, the second thunderbolt fell, splitting the Sala tree in the middle, and a young monk wearing a white monk robe walked out of the tree, holding an alms bowl in one hand and a red lotus leaf in the other.

It walked away amidst the terrified and pious worship of the villagers, opened the clouds, bathed in golden light, flew into the sky, and flew towards the vast Daewoo.

Ji Pingan watched the whole process, as if enjoying a holographic movie.

When the monk flew past him, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and nodded slightly.

"..."

Ji Pingan, who had gained experience this time, didn't make any fuss anymore, and watched the monk leave.

Turning his head to look at the ground again, he saw a villager lift up the scruffy sorcerer who had turned into ashes and enshrine it in the shrine.

Someone went to the Sala tree and took out a Buddhist scripture from the root of the tree.

The picture shattered, and Ji Pingan felt his world spinning.

When the surrounding scenery became clear again, he had "returned" to Yi Jingzhai's bedroom.

The door of the room was closed, and the surrounding was quiet. Ji Pingan looked at the floor in front of him, and saw that five pieces of stars had merged into one, forming a pattern similar to a pentagram.

He raised his hand to pick it up, but he didn't feel that he had gained power like the last time "Dao Zun taught the Dharma".

"Is it the power that involves the laws of heaven, which can only be possessed for the first time, or does it have to reach a certain amount?" Ji Pingan was thinking.

Not disappointed, just puzzled.

Compared with the historical image of Taoist priest last time, the scene "seen" just now is more familiar.

Because, as far as he knows, this is exactly the story of the birth of "Buddha", one of the ancient sages, who created the Buddhist practice system in the Buddhist story records.

"The return of the stars... The return of the dead... The ancient saints... What is the relationship between all of this?"

Ji Pingan gradually lost his mind.

……

……

Pei's mansion.

The door of the house where the head of the family is recuperating opens.

Mistress Pei, with a plump figure, wearing a purple skirt and a golden step shaker, stepped across the threshold, turned around, and gently closed the door with both hands.

"Ma'am." The maid outside the door saluted.

Li Xiangjun gave a weary "En" and walked along the corridor.

After returning to the inner hall, he saw his son and daughter discussing in low voices.

"Mother, something serious happened." Pei Qian stood up excitedly, eager to share.

Li Xiangjun cheered up and looked at the only remaining incompetent son:

"what happened?"

Pei Qiuwei sat in the carved wooden chair and said lightly:

"There is a mountain collapse in the south of the city. It is suspected that the legendary Qianyuan treasure house has appeared in the world. Now the Sanqing Temple, the Demon Slayer, and even the elder Luanyu of the Beast Master Sect have passed away. I heard that there is a demon. gone."

Demonic way... Li Xiangjun's eyes flashed, and he probably guessed that the "resurrection from the dead" must be involved again, and the worry on his face became more and more serious.

"Isn't Dad's injury better?" Pei Qiuwei observed her words and found that something was wrong with her mother.

"Well, it's better." Li Xiangjun replied perfunctorily, waved his hand, and left the inner hall with pretexts of exhaustion, but did not return to the bedroom, but came to the incense hall again.

The charming Mrs. Pei of the past sat on the futon kneeling, clasped her hands, looked up at a row of sculptures headed by Taoist statues and Buddhas on the table, and prayed softly.

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes, stood up and looked at the big maid guarding the door of the incense hall, beckoning the latter to come over.

"Ma'am?" The eldest maid was puzzled.

Li Xiangjun bit his lip and said:

"You said earlier that Yunlin Temple's recent success in praying for a son...have you checked the truth?"

The big maid nodded:
"Some, some, it really has a lot of efficacies. There are rumors that it is the recent recovery of the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, which has made the gods and Buddhas in the sky more efficacious."

Li Xiangjun nodded lightly, thought for a while, and said:

"I will arrange the affairs of the mansion later, and in the next few days, I will take time to go to Yunlin Temple to burn incense."

The big maid blinked and understood:
"Okay, ma'am."

……

Outside Yuhang City, there is a Longquan Villa, which was later renamed "Longquan Jingshe".

It sounds elegant, but it is actually the residence of the "Begging Beggars".

In the villa, in a hot spring.

The "Buddha" with a fat body and a greasy body, with a pair of small eyes, crossed his legs in it, breathing in and out continuously, every time he took a breath, all the pores on his body opened up, and he spit out the dirty blood into the water.

for a long time.

"Buddha" finished breathing, opened his eyes, stepped out of the hot spring, raised his hand, and took a clean cassock and put it on his body.

Then, with a big stride, he crossed the courtyard with an ugly face and walked to a Buddhist hall.

A black Buddha statue is enshrined in the Buddhist hall, sandalwood is curling up, and the incense is burning extremely vigorously.

"My Buddha is merciful." This wild monk, who has been in the Jianghu gang and has broken various precepts countless times, clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly.

So far, the fear and trembling in my heart due to the trip to the Qianyuan treasure house gradually calmed down.

This time, the Mendicant Cult killed and injured a few people, but compared to the Tiandihui, it was already considered good.

It's just that as the leader of the sect, Buddha's injury was not serious, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis. After thinking about it, he decided to seek the sect's next step guidance through the Buddhist wooden wheel method.

Made up my mind.

After the purification, the Buddha took out the clean cloth and spread it on the ground in front of him.

Then he took out a red cloth bag from the side of the Buddha statue, untied the knot, and poured out one after another "Zhancha Wooden Wheels" with different shapes.

Immediately, the three kinds of wooden wheels were divided into three piles and arranged neatly.

Ten in the first round.

In the second round, there are three phases.

In the third round, there are six phases.

Take out the pen and paper and write what you want on the paper.

After finishing these preparations, the Buddha got up, followed the ritual procedures, and after offering incense and paying homage to the Buddha, he knelt down and recited silently:
"Disciple Yuantong, I have something to do today. Please give instructions to the Buddha..."

After finishing the silent recitation, the obese monk took the third set of wooden wheels one by one, closed them with both hands, and threw them flat on the cloth.

After finishing everything, Buddha lowered his head and stared at the traces on the cloth, interpreted it in a low voice, and immediately froze.

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Among some mountains.

A tomb-like mound made of soil suddenly vibrated, black cracks appeared on the surface, and puffs of turbid air gushed out.

Then, a hand suddenly popped out of the dirt bag, with five fingers spread out, it was pulled in the void.

The soil rolled down in all directions, and the tall and thin "Moving Mountain" Taoist, wearing a tattered gray Taoist robe and gray hair, climbed out little by little.

The complexion that was originally full of anger is now gray and white, like a dead person.

His eyes were slightly dull, and he sat down for a long time.

It wasn't until a ray of illusory soul descended from the sky and poured it into the mud pellets that the eyes gradually gathered divine light.

Panting for a moment, the mountain-moving Taoist gradually recovered his appearance, stood up slowly, stared at the distant mountains with lingering fear, and muttered in a low voice:

"Star officer."

Immediately, the Taoist who moved the mountain didn't dare to wait any longer, identified the next direction, and jumped up.

Clutching a formula with both hands, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and fled towards the northeast of Yuhang.

……

Onmyoji Academy, on the observatory.

Xie Wensheng was careless, drinking and eating meat with his legs crossed, suddenly he saw only a little starlight condensing in front of him, turning into a gentle-looking Qin Tianjian in a strange robe, white beard and white hair, and gentle temperament.

"Hi." Xie Wensheng burped, drooping his eyebrows and eyes:

"came back?"

Qin Tianjian was frowning, looking at him helplessly:
"You are also an ancient strongman who is qualified to return from history. Why are you so bad?"

Xie Wensheng laughed, not paying attention:

"Everyone in the world rolls me up and lies alone. You only say that I am decadent when I lie flat, but why don't you say that those 'progressive' people die faster than anyone else? If my guess is right, the movements in the southern mountains are some Did the 'Reborn' come out? How many people died this time?
Alas, people who have died once, why don't they know the value of life?According to the words invented by the Great Zhou Guoshi, it is the current version, the harder you work, the faster you die. "

The prisoner was at a loss for words for a moment, and stared at him strangely.

I'm a little uncertain whether this guy from the Free and Unfettered School is out of his wits or out of his wits.

Xie Wensheng suddenly said:

"Speaking of which, what happened to that Ji Ping'an? It feels like he has a lot of secrets. You, the supervisor, are really not curious?"

The supervisor turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the vast gray sky, hesitated, and said:

"His fate, I can't see clearly."

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