The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 315: The "end" that does not belong to the world ([-] words, please subscribe)

"What does the Imperial Master want to discuss?"

The Lord Buddha sat cross-legged by the fire, with a smile on his face that flickered.

Ji Ping'an held the branches and drew rough lines on the dirt to form a map:
"According to the current speed, we will arrive here at noon tomorrow. There is a hill beside the road, and I am going to go up the mountain to worship."

Lord Buddha said helplessly:
"What are the Imperial Master going to do? The poor monk said that as long as you cooperate, there will naturally be no worries about your life."

Ji Ping'an shook his head and said, "I just went up the mountain to see my old friends."

Lord Buddha raised his eyebrows and said, "I would like to hear the details."

Ji Pingan held the branch, looked through the night sky, looked at the stars in the sky, and said:

"During the war, we once led troops through here, and some people died. Unfortunately, we did not have the conditions to transport the bodies of the soldiers back to their hometowns, so we could only bury them on the spot and simply worship. When the world finally became peaceful, the bones were also It has long since rotted away and disappeared.

There is a saying in the world about the tomb of clothes, but what is even worse is that not even the clothes can be left behind. The so-called Qingshan is lucky enough to bury the bones of the loyal and live a new life. It is fine if you have not come here. Since you have passed by this place, you must go to pay homage. "

The Lord Buddha listened carefully and seemed to be discerning the truth of his words.

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Or are you still worried that a person like me, who is only in the realm of sitting in a well, can escape from your grasp?"

Lord Buddha puts his hands together:

"The words of the Imperial Master are serious. It is a proper thing to pay homage to the soldiers. I will accompany you tomorrow."

As a great monk of Shenzang, although he was wary of Ji Ping'an, this was also due to his reputation as "National Preceptor".

The top strong man has his own pride in his heart. No matter what means Ji Ping'an uses, he is sure to control the situation.

Silent all night.

The next day, the caravan continued on its way and indeed stopped to rest at noon.

Ji Ping'an took out his money and bought a wine bag from Cai'er, then left the team with the Lord Buddha and walked towards the mountains.

I just said that I was looking around to see the scenery, hunting some wild animals, and picking some wild fruits.

After the two left the team, their speed increased, and they were walking on flat ground in this barren mountain.

Not long after we reached the mountainside, the rugged, leaf-covered path at our feet also came to an end.

In front of you is a small, very old pavilion. It is made of stone, so it can withstand strong wind and rain.

There is a stone tablet standing in the stone pavilion, but the writing on it has been blurred.

Because so few people came, the pavilion should have been filled with dust and dead leaves.

However, what is surprising is that there are signs of being cleaned here, as if someone had been here not long ago.

Even in front of the stone monument, there are still several brilliant wild chrysanthemums that have dried and withered.

"Amitabha," the Lord Buddha said, "is this right here?"

Ji Ping'an's eyes lingered on the wild chrysanthemums for a moment, with a slight suspicion between his brows. He raised his hand and touched the four characters "bone-buried martyrs" on the stone tablet, with a somewhat sentimental look on his face:

"I still remember that thousands of people died in that battle. I originally planned to carve all their names on the stone, but in the end I didn't have time, so I could only carve these four words. After that, I ordered the local government to carve their names on the stone every Double Ninth Festival. We need to pay homage, but that decree was hundreds of years ago."

Lord Buddha sighed:
"I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, someone would still remember this place."

Even in the martial arts temple in the bustling city, there are not many people worshiping.

After hundreds of years, there are still local people who can remember the stories of those years. It is indeed touching to come here to lay flowers.

Ji Ping'an unscrewed the wine bag, tilted it, and let the clear wine spill in front of the stone monument.

Then he took out a bamboo flute from the brocade bag.

This was the flute he had made with his own hands on the eve of the Grand Prize in the City of Gods.

He didn't have any magic power, but at this moment he started playing with a mouthful of spiritual essence, and the sound of the flute spread in all directions like a sad tide.

Lord Buddha raised his gray eyebrows and did not interrupt, but his consciousness spread out.

Covering dozens of miles of surrounding mountains and rivers.

Ji Ping'an sat cross-legged in the pavilion, selflessly playing the song "Song of the Soul".

The sound of the flute is melodious and mysterious, and a breeze blows through the desolate mountains.

Countless birds and beasts in the mountains raised their heads at the same time, immersed in the artistic conception of this tune and unable to extricate themselves.

The red leaves all over the mountain also fell, like a heavy rain.

at the foot of the mountain.

The people eating in the caravan also heard the sound of a flute coming from somewhere, and stopped swallowing in surprise.

The sound, which is like fairy music, brings out the sorrow and remembrance in my heart, and I feel like I can hear the ancient wars and iron horses in the sound of the flute.

They are all gone, even if the stars return, only the practitioners whose names have been left in history will have a chance to return.

And more nameless people who were once like stars have long since faded into dust.

Cai'er, whose hair was tied into pigtails with colorful strings, was immersed in the sound of the flute and didn't come back to her senses for a long time until the song ended.

Then he came back to his senses and said to his father beside him:
"Who is playing the flute? It makes people feel uncomfortable."

The old escort wiped his tears and shook his head.

As a Jianghu person, he felt it even more deeply. He could tell that the person playing the flute seemed to have lived for countless years, while most of the familiar people could no longer meet.

On the mountain.

After Ji Ping'an finished playing the song, he stood up, put away his bamboo flute, and said to the waiting Buddha:

"Okay, let's go back."

Lord Buddha was stunned for a moment and looked at him with complicated eyes:
"It turns out that the Imperial Master really just came to pay his respects."

Ji Ping'an said somewhat funny:
"Otherwise? You are also one of the top experts today. Can you be more confident and stop being so nervous? Do you really think that every move I make has some other thoughts and you need to be careful? Are you testing me or trying to escape? My master is here Is this the image you have in mind?"

After a pause, Ji Ping'an added as if inadvertently:
"Thinking too much is harmful to the practitioner's 'Tao mind'."

As he spoke, he fluttered the sleeves of his blue shirt freely and walked down the mountain.

Only the Lord Buddha remained where he was. The old monk pursed his lips, somewhat lost in thought.

If an outsider were present, they would definitely find it strange that the weak "captive" was not trembling at all, but was free and easy.

But the top experts with terrifying strength seemed to be a head shorter in comparison.

When the two of them went down the mountain and returned to the caravan, Cai'er came over and chirped to share:

"Did you hear someone playing the flute just now? It seems to be on the mountain over there."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Listen, it's a pity that I didn't see anyone."

Cai'er sighed sadly:

"It's a pity. I feel like she's a folk master, better than the amazing singers I've heard."

Ji Ping'an agreed with a smile and gave her one of the pheasants he caught on the way down the mountain.

Cai'er happily carried it to show off to others.

At this time, suddenly a flock of birds flew away in the distance, something seemed to be approaching in the forest, and the horses of the caravan were restless.

The experienced old escort ordered a warning, and the guards all drew their swords, using the carriage as a shield, and looked into the distance warily.

In the crowd, Lord Buddha glanced over there.

Suddenly, the approaching dangerous aura suddenly stopped!
In the forest, a rhinoceros sitting under an extremely burly man carrying a giant ax suddenly became weak and collapsed on the spot.

This monster clan, as majestic as a hill, felt trembling and shivering all over, turned around and ran away, running all the way!
When you encounter a mountain, you open a mountain, and when you see a tree, you cut down a tree.

In the end, he simply discarded the mountain-breaking ax and revealed his true form. Suddenly, he saw a bull demon using all four legs and running away like crazy!

The beasts that couldn't dodge along the way were smashed into balls of blood mist!
In the caravan.

The old escort was puzzled when he saw the movement getting further and further away. After making sure that the danger was far away, he hurriedly ordered everyone to go on their way.

And he found the caravan manager and said:

"We have to go quickly. And we have to change the road. I'm afraid there will be danger ahead, or it may be related to the evil spirits that have been rumored in the world recently."

The shopkeeper's face turned pale and he nodded repeatedly. The terrifying noise just now was definitely not something that ordinary bandits or ordinary forest insects could make.

"But why did that thing come to us and then suddenly run away?" Cai'er couldn't figure it out.

Ji Ping'an glanced at the discreet old monk next to him: "Have you noticed it earlier?"

Lord Buddha smiled lightly and said, "It's just a monster."

After finishing speaking, the old monk suddenly asked with some uncertainty:

"The Imperial Master would never have deliberately brought this thing here before."

Intellectually, he didn't think there was any connection between the two.

After all, it's just a little demon and doesn't pose any threat to him.

Ji Ping'an suddenly stared at him with a smile and said:
"I remember, when you and I first met a few days ago, you said that Buddhism does not kill."

After a pause, Ji Ping'an asked thoughtfully:
"But... is it that Lord Buddha doesn't want to kill, or is he now... unable to kill?"

The smile on Lord Buddha's face disappeared.

……

……

Yuhang City.

Several days have passed since the monster clan's surprise attack.

The snow in the city has melted a lot, and order among the people has been restored.

The prefect finally recovered from the cold and began to take over the mess again. He wrote the news about what happened here into a memorial and sent it to the capital.

The soldiers from Dadong Military Mansion arrived late, leaving some to guard the city while the rest returned to the military mansion.The practitioners went into retreat to recover, and conflicts between Dazhou and the upper echelons of the demon clan also began to break out.

Inside the Sanqingguan.

After Yu Yu finished reciting the last Zhou Tian, ​​he opened his eyes and felt that his cultivation level had broken through eight, but there was no joy in his eyes.

Historically, every time there was trouble, there was an outburst of great practitioners.

To a large extent, this is because a life-and-death fight has a very strong effect on improving one's cultivation. After this battle, almost everyone's cultivation has improved to some extent.

"Squeak." Yu Yu stood up and pushed open the door.

Along the corridor inside the Taoist temple.Walking towards a separate courtyard in the depths.

As he faced me, he saw the viewer walking out: "Her Royal Highness the Saint."

Yu Yu said "grace". After this incident, the girl seemed much more mature and asked:

"Is it convenient to be the teacher?"

The viewer nodded: "Go."

After receiving a positive reply, Yu Yu pushed the door open and entered the courtyard.

The air is cold, and the eaves are still covered with remaining snow and ice cones condensed by melted snow.

Yu Yu gently knocked on the door and waited for the word "come in".

Pushing it open, you can see Xin Yaoguang, who is wearing a large cloak with feathers and a lotus mark between her brows, sitting cross-legged inside, with a majestic appearance.

There is no illusory "gold edge" on the body.

This means that she is not in Yang Shen state at this moment, but her true body.

Following that day, Xin Yaoguang rushed to Yuhang, met Qi Hongmian, and quickly understood the situation.

After learning that it was indeed the Grand Master Zhou who appeared, the expressions of the two female monks who stood at the top changed.

After some exchanges, they all agreed with everyone’s speculation at the time:
That is to say, the Great Zhou Imperial Master was reincarnated and was suspected to have contacted Jian Zheng and Ji Ping'an, the chess piece that had been arranged long ago.

After that, he had to face the consequences of Ji Ping'an's disappearance.

The God Emperor and Er Qing, who were wearing the garb of "Adou God General", were pressured by two female cultivators. They only said that they encountered danger along the way and the two sides separated, and they were not seen again.

Such a person as the God-Emperor, faced the joint interrogation of the two women, but he did not blush or breath, and did not show any flaws.

As for Erqing, the little fox was trembling, but he didn't know anything.

Xin Yaoguang and Qi Hongmian's interrogation yielded no results, and it was difficult to attack one person and one demon who belonged to the Qin Tianjian camp. They found Huang Chen, the representative of the star official, to discuss countermeasures together.

The three parties each showed their magical powers, and Qi Hongmian controlled the fire phoenix to search within a hundred miles.

The remaining two used "astrology" and "Taoist divination" to divine fortune respectively.

Huang Chen failed as expected, but Xin Yaoguang's divination process was interrupted.

Who can forcibly "hide" Ji Ping'an's existence and avoid the divination of top powerhouses?

There is only one answer, and that is existence of the same level.

The leader of the Demon Clan ruled it out first. Xin Yaoguang was in Daxi Continent at that time, and it was certain that the top powerhouse of the Demon Clan had not left.

At that time, almost all the demon generals and above in the city were dead. Only an elder from the Sky Fox Tribe had his tail cut off to survive. There was no chance of taking Ji Ping'an away at that time.

Lord Buddha is theoretically possible, but there is no evidence and it is an alternative.

The biggest guess is that the "National Master" took action and took him away.

"With the wisdom of the national master, it is impossible to imagine that after this matter is over, we will target Ji Ping'an, so in order to avoid being found, it is very possible to take him away."

Xin Yaoguang made a guess at that time.

Even so, the search has not stopped.

Qi Hongmian immediately ordered the Beast Control Sect to search for suspicious persons everywhere, and the state religion and the imperial court also launched searches.

Just a few days passed, and there was still no result.

Considering the importance of this matter, Xin Yaoguang's true form also arrived in Yuhang and took up residence at Sanqing Temple.

"Master."

Yu Yu bowed his hands respectfully, not laughing as before.

Xin Yaoguang glanced at her in surprise and said with a smile:

"After this incident, you have grown up a lot."

Worry appeared on Yu Yu's delicate face:

"Is there no news about Ji Ping'an yet?"

Xin Yaoguang shook his head, seeing through the stupid disciple's thoughts at a glance, sighed softly, and said with relief:

"If the Imperial Master really took him away, at least there would be no danger."

Yu Yu's eyes were red and his nose was sore:
"What if it's not? Moreover, even if it is true. Now that the news has spread, I don't know how many people are looking for him. It is still dangerous after all."

With the status of the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty, all the forces in the entire Jiuzhou will cling to the clue of "Ji Ping'an".

Trying to use this as a breakthrough to find the reincarnation of the national master.

Yu Yu added:
"Besides, I always have a feeling that he may be in danger now! Master, can you do another fortune telling, what if we can find him?"

The drama queen made a pitiful move and pulled Xin Yaoguang's skirt with tears in her eyes.

Xin Yaoguang didn't say anything. In fact, as a top monk, although she couldn't locate it, she could still faintly detect the "evil" symbol from the hexagram.

"Don't worry, I will tell you once there is news." Xin Yaoguang comforted his apprentice and left.

Then he sighed, turned his head, and looked at the "Tao Jing" spread out on the small table in front of him with his narrow eyes.

At this moment, there are ripples on the Taoist scriptures, and they are constantly trying to establish contact with "Jiang Jiang".

With the status of "Tao Jing", when she takes the initiative to inspire, she is enough to break through the blockade of the powerful in the Shenzang realm.

But after "calling" for several days, there was still no response.

……

"Are you unwilling to kill, or are you unable to kill?"

As Ji Ping'an asked this question, the smile on Lord Buddha's face disappeared.

However, the old monk did not make any answer.

Ji Ping'an didn't ask further questions because he already got the answer.

The purpose of going up the mountain to offer sacrifices indeed had nothing to do with the Lord Buddha, but he did observe the fate of the people in the caravan through constant horoscopes, and met the arrival of the demon clan.

Why do monsters appear in Yuezhou... This is not important.

What matters is the reaction of the Lord Buddha. The Buddhist precepts do advocate not killing, otherwise Liuli would not have broken the precepts in the first place.

But this does not mean that monks do not kill people.If it is an enemy, it does not fall into the category of killing.

However, Lord Buddha only frightened away the big demon and did not take action.

Combined with the temptation in the restaurant a few days ago.

As well as the Lord Buddha's abnormal behavior along the way, Ji Ping'an has realized that the seemingly powerful Lord Buddha is probably in a very special state.

For the next half day, the two of them talked less frequently.

The next day, because the caravan deviated from the direction, Lord Buddha took Ji Ping'an and left the team, heading straight towards the barren mountains in the southeast.

Miss Cai'er was extremely reluctant to leave her, but she could only forget her in the world.

After walking like this for several days, finally, there were fewer and fewer people around them, and the Lord Buddha's behavior became more and more strange.

Every half an hour he walked, he would stop and kneel down and kowtow.

The case is repeated.

He almost never used any spells anymore, and even stopped eating and drinking.

Like a true pilgrim Buddhist.

Finally, one morning, the two stopped on a remote path.

The morning fog was extremely thick, blocking the view.And accompanied by the Lord Buddha, he knelt down and worshiped for the last time.

I saw the sun rising suddenly in the east, and the faint sunlight pierced the fog.

Ji Ping'an looked up and could only see the mist billowing in front of him. On the originally flat land, a quiet mountain peak suddenly appeared out of thin air!

There are green pines and green cypresses on the mountain peak, and a stone path stretches from the feet of the two people to the strange peaks.

The mist spreads along the road to both sides, like a sea of ​​clouds, and at the end of the line of sight, there is a huge ancient mountain temple!

Ji Ping'an narrowed his eyes, calmly looked at this sudden vision in the world, and asked: "Is this the place you want to take me to?"

The Lord Buddha's face across the ravines showed piety and yearning: "Yes. We are finally here."

Ji Ping'an frowned: "This is not a place that exists in the real world."

Lord Buddha nodded and said with a smile: "But the Master of the State must have heard of the name here."

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"

The Buddha opened his arms, let the morning sun pierce the morning mist, sprinkled on his rosy face, and recited its name devoutly:
"The realm of Kongming Bodhisattva!"

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