Apprentice of the Heavens

Chapter 210 Master Qishan
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A huge Buddha statue soaring into the clouds stands on the top of the peak, and the clouds float past its chest, as if to pierce the sky.

Under the heels of the huge Buddha statue, the sickly Master Qishan saluted earnestly and said:
"I don't dare to take the name of a master. I once asked Master Yu, an old man. Speaking of which, I should call you uncle."

Master Qishan's seniority is very high in the practice world, even higher than Qunimadi who often sells his elders, even the head teacher of the Xiling Temple is half a seniority lower than him, and he is also the first lecturer in the Xuankong Temple today younger brother.

However, no matter how high the seniority is in front of the academy, it's just because the master's seniority is too high. Many people have guessed the age of the master, but they don't have a correct answer. They only know that the master has lived for a long time. Yes.

Li Ming nodded slightly, but he didn't say anything more, not to mention those who practice well, even if he counted several lifetimes, he was almost two hundred years old, and he could be regarded as a veritable old monster.

"Saint, please sit down. The humble house only has some tea, and I hope the saint will not blame you."

Seeing that Li Ming did not object, Master Qishan couldn't help showing a smile, stretched out his hand and led Li Ming and Ye Hongyu to a stone table, poured two cups of tea and handed them to Li Ming's master and apprentice.

Li Ming reached out to take the still steaming tea, sipped it lightly, and suddenly a calm and peaceful breath poured into his throat, as if he had come to a peaceful and peaceful place, surrounded by the sound of chanting sutras one after another.

Feeling the tranquil and peaceful mood, Li Ming couldn't help admiring: "What a cup of Buddha tea."

"As long as the saint likes it, cough cough!"

Master Qishan showed a humble smile in praise, which seemed to trigger the onset of the disease, covering his mouth with his dry and thin hands and coughing.

Seeing this, Li Ming waved his hand and shot out a green light, which penetrated into Master Qishan's body. Immediately, Master Qishan's expression couldn't help changing. Green light shone on his body, and his complexion gradually turned ruddy.

"Master, what disease is he suffering from? Why is he coughing so badly?"

Ye Hongyu looked curiously at Master Qishan, who was suffering from chronic illness. According to her understanding, practitioners shouldn't be sick at all. With Master Qishan's high reputation, his cultivation must be quite remarkable. She was puzzled by the appearance of dying from a serious illness.

Li Ming smiled slightly and shook his head. He sipped his tea and did not answer. Ye Hongyu followed suit by sipping his teacup. She would not ask further questions unless Master told her.

Master Qishan felt the dark wounds in his lower body that were gradually being healed, and respectfully performed a Buddhist salute: "Thank you, sage."

Li Ming nodded slightly, sipped his tea, but looked at the huge stone statue of Buddha. Seeing this, Master Qishan also poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and sighed:
"Before the Buddha's Nirvana, he left a decree, no statues, and no worship. However, after so many years, how many Buddhist disciples can remember these words? Is there any Buddhist temple without a golden statue of Buddha in the main hall? Back then The juniors in Lanke Temple insisted on standing, and they wanted to stand so tall. I couldn't stop them, so I had to move the cave to the Buddha's feet, thinking that if the Buddha was unhappy one day, he would step on my feet to vent his anger. good."

Hearing this, Li Ming couldn't help but burst out laughing. The old monk was quite interesting, so he couldn't help but said with a smile: "If such a big Buddha really wanted to step on you, one foot would be enough. How can you drink tea here?" Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, Master Qishan couldn't help laughing, and said: "It seems that the old man, the Buddha, may be merciful and not angry."

"That's the reason." Li Ming said with a smile.

The Buddha is still in the chessboard world, so naturally he can't pay attention to the outside world. When he gets angry, he can only complain in the chessboard world.

"Saint, I'm afraid that the purpose of coming to Mount Wa on this trip is not just to see me, an old monk, right?"

Master Qishan put down the teacup in his hand, and fixed his eyes on Li Ming.Seeing this, Li Ming was still sipping Buddha tea, and said calmly: "It is rumored in the world that Master Qishan will respond to requests, why don't you take a look?"

Hearing this, Master Qishan narrowed his eyes, but did not answer immediately, but filled the tea again.For a moment, the Buddha's heels fell into silence.

After a long time, Master Qishan's voice sounded again, breaking the silence.

"Come with me."

After living for a hundred years, although Master Qishan couldn't see through Li Ming, he could somewhat guess his purpose. In Lanke Temple, the chessboard left by the Buddha may be the only thing that can catch Li Ming's eyes.

There was a flash of light in Li Ming's squinted eyes. The purpose of his trip was indeed the chessboard left by the Buddha, or more precisely, the Buddha in the chessboard world.

Everyone in the world thinks that the Buddha is dead, but he has already reached the Nirvana state of Buddhism.After his Nirvana, he transformed into the mountain where the Xuankong Temple is located, and his consciousness is neither alive nor dead, hiding in the world of the chessboard, waiting for Haotian to enter the chessboard and destroy it.

"Red Fish, take care of the black donkey outside, don't let it get into trouble."

Hearing this, Ye Hongyu nodded, staring straight at the big black donkey seriously, as if saying, I will keep staring at you, but what caused the big black donkey to give him an aggrieved look.

Lu Dong Nei

Li Ming looked at the simple and unpretentious chessboard in front of him, and couldn't help murmuring:
"This is the Buddha chessboard?"

His spiritual sense came out and glanced at the Buddha chessboard. After a while, Li Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Interesting."

At the same time, his face became serious. You must know that his spiritual consciousness has always been invincible except for being unable to see through his master. Now he can't see through the chessboard left by the Buddha. Under the scanning of his spiritual consciousness, the entire chessboard seems to be covered by a piece of paper. Covered by the golden mist.This could not help but make him a little wary of the Buddha's strength.

Li Ming's eyes were fixed, and he turned to look at Master Qishan, and said in a concentrated voice: "Master, can you use me to learn about this chessboard?"

Hearing that Master Qishan was silent for a long time, he stretched out his hand and slowly walked out of the cave. He obviously agreed. He also knew that no matter whether he agreed or disagreed, the result would be the same. Li Ming's inquiry was just a formal inquiry. If you don't agree with the other party, you won't care about his opinion.

After all, this world of practice is respected in terms of strength. Anyway, there are three people who have seen the Buddha chessboard, and they don't care about one more person. It's better to go with the flow.

Seeing this, Li Ming nodded slightly. He likes to make friends with smart people, and Master Qishan is obviously a person with great wisdom.

With the departure of Master Qishan, Li Ming was the only one left in Ludong at this time. He turned his head to look at the Buddha chessboard, and stretched out his hand to gently caress the chessboard, feeling the peaceful and peaceful Buddha nature and the familiar power .

(End of this chapter)