The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 286 Liuli, you lost to me ([-] words, please subscribe)
Give me death!
The flood water outside the wellhead was still flowing in the wind and waves. Liuli's bloodless lips and teeth uttered these three words firmly.

This time, she has made up her mind and will not make the same mistake again. Even if "Li Yang" wants to force her, she will fight with death.

"Ha!" Ji Ping'an laughed angrily. It's strange to say that he is obviously an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, but when facing Liuli, he still couldn't help but feel emotional ups and downs.

He took a deep breath and said, "But you have already violated those commandments."

Liuli shook his head and said, "That's why there can't be a second time."

No... there's the first time and countless times... Ji Ping'an opened his mouth with a serious expression:
"So, is this the result of your hundreds of years of repentance before the Buddha? Do you think this can be treated as if it never happened? Or..."

Ji Pingan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully: "You are actually afraid."

Liuli said indifferently: "What am I afraid of?"

Ji Ping'an's words were sharp:
"You are afraid that I will find out that you have not really repented or realized anything.

You are afraid that I will know that in your heart you have already deviated from the so-called precepts and even betrayed the Buddha you believe in.You are afraid that I will know that, in fact, the crack in your Buddha heart has not healed until now. "

Liuli was a little excited and denied it: "It's nonsense!"

Ji Ping'an interrupted: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Liuli's chest rose and fell:
"I have long since repented and swept away the worldly atmosphere. The experience I had with you was just a trial on the road to spiritual practice."

Ji Ping'an smiled:
"You are deceiving yourself. If you really don't care about the past, then why didn't you leave Dajue Temple until you died?"

The only thing on Liuli's body that was hard was her mouth: "I'm just trying to atone for my sins. Don't be so sentimental."

"Am I being sentimental?" Ji Ping'an said "heh":
"You dare to say that you have forgotten me since we parted ways across the bridge? Isn't my name on the mountains of confession books in the Buddhist temple after your death?"

"Shut up!" Liuli said loudly, trembling all over and thinking silently in her heart:

This is the inner demon, this is the inner demon, this is the inner demon.

Immediately, he calmed down again, resumed his clay sculpture and wood carving demeanor, and sneered:
"Li Yang, you are too narcissistic. This Bodhisattva was seriously injured at the beginning and committed himself to this, so he could not break the precepts. No matter how he atones for his sins later, he is repenting for breaking the precepts. Do you really think it has something to do with you? Do you think there will be something in my heart? your position?"

She spoke faster and faster:
"Not to mention that you were still carrying the title of 'Demon Lord' at the beginning, but what if you clarified it later? Do you really think you are unparalleled in charm? How can I have a relationship with you? Ridiculous!"

Ji Pingan listened indifferently, neither of them noticed that their conversation had unknowingly entered a quarrel mode.

"Finished?" he asked.

Liuli said nothing and closed her eyes not to look at him.

Ji Ping'an laughed at himself, said three good words, and then said:

"Since this is what we are talking about, there is no need for you and me to follow the rules. Why wait a hundred days? Let's just end it here."

"Okay." Liuli also became emotional and opened her eyes:

"How to end it? Have a fight?"

Ji Pingan stood up, put on the dried robe, and said:

"This place is too small to be used. Since we separated at the Broken Bridge in the first place, we will end there."

Liuli frowned and said, "It's still flooding outside."

Ji Pingan glanced at her and said:

"This is not the real past, so what if time goes faster?"

After he finished speaking, he tried to recall the memory a hundred days later. As he expected, in this third reincarnation, his intervention in the illusion was wider.

The injuries on the two men recovered quickly, the light changed, and in a few breaths, the flood outside the wellhead disappeared, turning into a frozen world.

Ji Pingan jumped up and walked out of the well.

Liuli secretly clenched her little fists, thinking that it was indeed the inner demon, and she was no longer afraid of him. Thinking of this, she stood up, stepped on the lotus platform with her two white feet, and the white monk's clothes swayed, and the person flew out of the well mouth.

……

on the square.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed since the two of them entered the fog, but there was still no movement in the scroll.

The crowd began to commotion again and there was a lot of chatter.

"Why hasn't there been a change? The delay this time has been much longer than last time." Xue Ji rubbed her calf. She kept on tiptoe, feeling a little tired.

Fang Shijie leaned lazily against the door of the carriage, frowned, and said in a childish voice:
"Don't be impatient. This is a decisive battle and it will definitely take a little longer."

Xue Ji frowned and said, "I'm just a little upset for no reason."

Fang Shijie looked at her and didn't care much: "Don't worry, he can solve it."

Xue Ji didn't say anything. Rationally, she didn't think there would be much of a problem. After all, Ji Ping'an's true identity was the Grand Master of Zhou Dynasty, but the woman's sixth sense always made her eyelids twitch wildly.

There is an urge to get into the clouds and find out what's going on.

Just thinking about Ji Ping'an and the "Buddha Girl" hiding in the mist for such a long time made her jealous.

But when I thought about it again, I felt that I was really unreasonable. How could I be as stupid as a mortal woman and get some inexplicable jealousy?

What kind of relationship could the majestic Zhou Guoshi have with a Buddhist nun?
"It's been so long and there's still no movement. It's really unsettling."

Magistrate Yuhang sighed. The pot of tea beside him had been refilled, which made him feel uncomfortable, but he dared not leave even half a step for fear of missing the key point.

Ye Hongling pursed her lips and said comfortingly:

"My lords, Ji Sichen was able to defeat Buddha in the last round, and he will surely create another miracle in this round."

Miracle... As soon as Magistrate Yuhang heard this description, he was even more unsure.

Taoist seat.

Yu Yu's eyes were unblinking, staring at the mist in the scroll, restless:
"Last time, Ji Ping'an came out first, which means he is stronger. He can definitely win, right?"

After hearing this, Sanqing Guanzhu thought about it for a while, but still did not feel blindly optimistic. Instead, he whispered:

"I'm afraid it's difficult. Last time, it was about regrets. Ji Sichen is young and has only lived for twenty years. How many regrets can he experience? If the Buddha girl is really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, how many regrets will she experience? The two cannot be compared. ."

Yu Yu was stunned and said:
"You mean, Ji Ping'an broke away first in the last round just because he had less regrets?"

Although Sanqing Guanzhu was unwilling to accept it, he still nodded honestly:
"And that Buddha girl must have great regrets, but she is only a little slower than Ji Sichen. This shows that her strength must be far superior to Ji Sichen. And this last round is to defeat the inner demon, the situation is It’s very different.”

Yu Yuqi said:

"Since Ji Ping'an is young and his inner demons are also small, doesn't it mean that the difficulty is also lower?"

Sanqing Guanzhu shook his head:

"No, the level of difficulty of inner demons has nothing to do with age and experience. Just like children are afraid of schoolwork as demons, while adults don't think anything of it... Even though Ji Sichen's inner demons are far less powerful than the Buddha girl , but it is equally difficult for the two parties concerned, but in the Bodhisattva realm, how can the mind be any worse than that of Pojiu?"

Yu Yu understood and became even more panicked:
"Doesn't that mean we are more likely to lose?"

The Master of Sanqing Temple sighed and did not answer.

After learning from Xin Yaoguang the true thoughts of the headmaster, the Taoist elder was already prepared to lose this battle.

He closed his eyes and already began to think about how to deal with the aftermath——

In this battle, the Taoist sect was the first to be eliminated. Even if they wanted to use this defeat to wake up the three thousand disciples of the Taoist sect, it would still be too disgraceful.

……

The fantasy realm of Mount Xumi.

The early morning wind was brisk, and the snow-covered ground of Ancient Qiantang stretched as far as the eye could see, like an ice field.

The sun shines on the ice and snow, creating bright colors.

Between the sky and the earth, two figures moved one behind the other, passing across the earth at extremely fast speeds. Every time they rose and fell, they opened up a large distance.

Ji Ping'an found that his cultivation had not returned to the state of observing the sky. He suspected that it was due to the limitations of this magic weapon. Fortunately, it didn't matter. Thinking about Liuli's inner demon, it was similar.

Liuli stepped on the air with her bare feet, following behind the inner demon "Li Yang", with a fearless expression on her face, but in fact she was secretly on guard.

Be wary of any traps this inner demon may come up with.

But she had made up her mind not to listen to the demon's rhetoric later, but to attack with all her strength and kill it. Perhaps not only could she escape this test, but she could also eradicate her own demon.

Kill two birds with one stone.

In silence, the two of them once again followed the route in their memory and arrived at the unbroken stone bridge in Qiantang City.

Just like in his memory, the stone bridge stood silently in the world of ice and snow. Ji Ping'an stepped on it first and saw Liuli falling on the opposite side in cooperation.

The two were facing each other, standing on the stone bridge, several feet away from each other.

"Right here?" he asked.

Liuli lowered her eyes: "Yeah."

"Don't want to say anything? For example, after that separation, have you ever thought about coming back to see us?" Ji Ping'an said.

Liuli's heart tightened and she subconsciously answered:
"I never left Dajue Temple again before I died."

Well, this sentence is not a lie and does not break the precepts.

It is true that he did not leave before his last death. As for his subsequent reincarnation, going to see the Broken Bridge a few days ago was another matter.

Liuli tried to make amends for herself in her heart and seemed quite confident:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and draw your sword."

Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

It was quiet for a while, and between heaven and earth, only the cold wind whizzed past with snow foam on it.

As Ji Ping'an took off the long sword from his back and flicked it with his fingers, a sweet sword sound resounded through Qiantang. A touch of gold bloomed on the hilt and then flowed linearly along the sword's body.

The next second, Ji Ping'an took a step, and the deep snow under his feet swayed into a ring of snow waves.

In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed in front of Liuli, and the sword blade was pushed forward.

At this close range, he could clearly see every pore on Liuli's face, and see the anxiety and determination in her translucent eyes.

Liuli's black hair was fluttering backwards in the wind, and even her white monk's clothes were shaking like waves.

She threw away the jade purification bottle, and closed her two fair and delicate hands in front of her body. Golden swastikas flew out from her body, forming an illusory clock.

"clang!!"

The ancient sword struck the clock, and the space seemed to be distorted.

Centered around where the two of them were standing, the snow-covered ice under the bridge suddenly crackled, with thick, winding cracks breaking out. Cold water under the ice spurted out, rising several feet high.

Water columns spread along the ice cracks to both sides.

Ji Ping'an twisted his waist, and the ancient sword whirled slightly, going around behind Liuli, and the sword blade wiped out dazzling sword fire on the clock.

The snow under the glazed jade feet shook away. Her delicate toes slightly grasped the ground, her body twisted on the spot, and her right hand wrapped in a golden body struck forward.

bang bang bang...

In an instant, thousands of illusory palm prints rained down on Ji Ping'an, and his eyes pierced with flames, burning through the hand prints.At the same time, he also slapped his right palm, and the two palms hit each other, making a crisp "pop" sound.

The terrifying force pushed the two men backward along the stone bridge.

Ji Ping'an stepped back more than ten feet. He was in mid-air and suddenly threw away his long sword. He stepped on the ancient sword and turned into a giant. With the help of the power of the flying sword, he eliminated the inertia and struck in front of Liuli in an instant.

Liuli Bodhisattva's feet wiped the ground. Fang Fu stood still, raised his head, and Ji Ping'an quickly approached through his translucent pupils. The wisps of spiritual essence behind her condensed into an illusory image of the Bodhisattva.

He was huge, and as soon as he appeared, he punched out a fist.

Ji Ping'an flew with his sword, but as if he had expected it, he gently sealed his hand and disappeared out of thin air.

Then, a soybean-sized "Li Yang" appeared under the glazed skirt. He turned around and swelled.

Liuli felt a shiver in her heart, jumped up, and then hung upside down. She once again made countless palm prints with her hands downwards. The Bodhisattva behind her also made the same move.

Ji Ping'an also used palm skills to fight.

For a time, palm prints appeared all over the sky between the two sides. In the blink of an eye, they collided and fought thousands of times.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped! ...

Finally, the bridge under their feet was overwhelmed and began to collapse with a cry. First, cracks appeared, and then from the fighting section, the stone bridge began to collapse piece by piece.

The two had no choice but to fight while running towards the middle of the stone bridge. Stones fell almost grazing Ji Ping'an's boots.

And at the moment when the stone bridge stopped collapsing, Ji Pingan, who was in the fierce battle, turned his long sword and was knocked down by Liuli's palm.

opportunity!

Liuli's eyes lit up, and in the flash of lightning, she had no time to think about why a strong man like Li Yang, who had experienced hundreds of battles, made the simple mistake of holding the sword unsteadily.

She almost instinctively grasped the ancient sword in her hands.

The next second, Ji Pingan suddenly smiled, suddenly suppressed all the Taoist techniques, opened his arms, and hit the sword blade in Liuli's hand.

"what!"

Liuli lost her voice. In this unforgettable moment, she turned instinctively and forcefully. The sharp sword tip was wrapped with the devastating sword energy, grazing Ji Ping'an's heart and across his waist and ribs.

In an instant, blood spurted out and fell drop by drop on the white snow.

This fateful battle, which took place after 700 years, started suddenly and ended suddenly.

Liuli held the hilt of the sword blankly, looking at "Li Yang" who was close at hand, smiling and opening his arms, and suddenly an unknown fire rose from his heart:
"Are you crazy?!"

However, Ji Pingan's smile became brighter. He seemed not to notice the pain in his body, but said:

"you lose."

you lose……

Liuli's anger stopped suddenly, her eyes were blank, and she only heard Ji Ping'an smile and say:
"If you don't have me in your heart, why did you move the sword tip just now?"

Liuli felt like she was struck by lightning, as if she was hit hard by an invisible hammer!

At this moment, Ji Ping'an's words were like a thunderbolt, passing through the obstruction of the Dharma above his head and striking directly into his soul.

Yes, why do you want to move away?

He has clearly made up his mind to kill this inner demon with all his strength, but why can't he do it?

An accident?Is it because of the other party's unexpected behavior?Liuli wanted to answer like this, but she couldn't open her mouth.

During her hundreds of years of confession in her previous life, she indeed believed that her inner demons were broken commandments.

So she naively thought that as long as she killed Li Yang, the culprit who dragged her into hell, she would be truly free.

But it wasn't until this moment that she finally realized that her real inner demon was not the commandments, but the person in front of her.

During the hundred days in that ancient well, a man quietly took up residence in her heart. In the next 100 years, she could never move him out.

"Dang!"

In the biting cold wind, the blood-stained sword in Liuli's hand suddenly fell and hit the cold bridge.

The Dharma image above her head suddenly collapsed, and she stepped back in panic, shaking her head and saying:
"No...I didn't...I didn't..."

Her voice became louder and louder, as if this was the only way to strengthen the Buddhist heart that was about to collapse.

Ji Ping'an shook his head, supported his injuries, picked up the sword with difficulty, and walked forward step by step.

It wasn't until Liuli was forced back to the edge of the broken bridge that she could no longer retreat. Ji Ping'an handed over the hilt of the sword, stared into her panic eyes, and said seriously:

"What traps you is never the precepts, but what you are always unwilling to admit and face directly, your true heart. A monk wants to truly break through the cage of the world, but is unwilling to face his heart. This is the real of calamity."

After a pause, he opened Liuli's hand, inserted the hilt of the sword, and said:
"Now, you have one more chance to kill me or face your heart."

Liuli stared blankly in the wind and snow, her face filled with tears for some time.

In the end, she couldn't hold the sword tightly.

On Mount Sumeru, in the mist, the Buddha sticker given by Lord Buddha on Liuli's body was completely broken without any sound at this moment.

The clouds and mist that covered the mountain suddenly began to boil.

……

In the square, when the clouds and mist rolled in the painting, it attracted everyone's attention.

"what happened?"

"Is someone going to come out?"

"Is it almost over?"

In the discussion, countless eyes gathered, and the expression of the head of the Bodhidharma Academy changed slightly, obviously he was quite surprised by this situation.

Daigoin held the Zen staff tightly and said:
"Sir, what's going on?"

The head of Bodhidharma Academy pondered for a moment and said:

"It should be caused by the turmoil of human hearts. This last level requires monks to face their inner demons. In this case, there is a natural possibility of being defeated."

"So, it was Ji Ping'an's Taoist heart that was defeated?" Dahuyuan subconsciously made this judgment and couldn't help but be overjoyed:

"Haha, it is really the reincarnation of heaven. The Buddha was deceived by his evil words before, and the Buddha's heart was broken. Now it is retribution."

This judgment is not difficult to make.In terms of winning or losing, there is still a little suspense, but no matter how you think about it, even if your own Bodhisattva cannot defeat the happy demon, it is impossible for the Buddha's heart to be defeated.

Otherwise, I would not have been able to stand firm in the realm of Bodhisattva.It's like climbing a mountain. If a person is already standing on the mountainside, even if he is unable to climb to the top, there is absolutely no reason for him to fall.

In this case, the one whose heart was broken was naturally that Ji Ping'an.

The Buddhist monks were overjoyed, and only felt a breath of bad breath. They did not notice Master Changmei's slightly worried look.

And as the laughter of the Dainuin spread, the hearts of the other parties also sank!
After all, Mount Sumeru is a Buddhist magic weapon, and the other party has the absolute right to interpret it.

At this moment, I heard that Ji Ping'an's heart was broken, which caused the mist to tremble, and the color of the whole week changed.

"He...his Taoist heart..."

Yu Yu couldn't believe it, and a feeling of sadness filled his heart.

For a monk at any stage, a broken Taoist heart means that he will stay in this realm and will be difficult to advance.

Unless it breaks and then stands, and that requires too harsh conditions.

"What's wrong with Ji Sichen? What are those monks laughing at?" Magistrate Yuhang and other civil servants' mouths were dry and their organs were spasming, which was caused by nervousness.

Don't want to accept this possibility.

However, this time, Ye Hongling did not give an answer. She just clenched the handle of the knife and stared at the scroll, as if she wanted to wait for the last answer.

"Why are the monks laughing? Has something happened?" Xue Ji was too far away to hear the situation clearly. Her heart suddenly trembled and her voice sounded slightly panicked.

The little chubby Fang Shijie also frowned:

"Wait, wait, wait."

At this time, as the monk laughed, countless people became nervous, and bad premonitions spread, and some people began to sigh:
"I said, I can't beat those holy monks."

Someone retorted: "Bah, the results haven't come out yet, what are you saying to be depressing?"

"But those monks are already laughing, how can you understand better than them?"

Speechless.

There was chaos and noise, and the entire Shili Changting fell into a depressing atmosphere. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted:
"Come out! Someone has climbed to the top!"

In an instant, countless lines of sight converged towards the summit of Mount Sumeru, and sure enough, they saw a figure gradually becoming clearer in the rolling mist.

……

Sumeru Mountain.

Ji Ping'an stood on the mountain road. In his field of vision, there were bluestones and green trees shrouded in mist. When he raised his head, he could see the blazing sun on the top of the mountain and the sound of clear spring flowing in his ears.

Is this the end?Does it count as passing the training?It's really... abrupt.

Ji Ping'an thought, and rubbed his fingertips with some regret, as if there was still a cream-like smoothness there.

He laughed at himself, but unfortunately, the illusion is still an illusion, no matter how real it is, it is not Liuli.

Well, we still have to hurry up, otherwise it will be somewhat embarrassing to let the so-called "Buddha Girl" reach the summit early.

Thinking of this, Ji Ping'an climbed up the steps, broke through the clouds lightly, and arrived at the top of Xumi Mountain. When he leaned down, he looked towards the Yin side of the mountain.

He vaguely saw a figure wearing a bamboo hat in the thick fog, seemingly looking up at him.

Winning or losing is so simple.

Ji Ping'an showed a friendly smile, thought for a moment, stopped paying attention to the female nun with her head hidden, and turned around in the direction of the scroll, waving her hand.

For a strong man who has experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, reaching the top is just an inconspicuous victory among countless victories, and of course he will not be too happy.

But having the opportunity to relive the past is a rare experience.

Countless scenery on dangerous peaks.

Ji Ping'an didn't know if people outside could hear it, but he felt it was necessary to say something, so he thought for a while and said:
"Assignment."

on the square.

The air suddenly became quiet, and immediately, a roar like a tsunami swallowed up everything.

……

The prepared chapter outline is only half written, and I will start working on the detailed outline of the next plot tomorrow. .

(End of this chapter)