Genius commoner

Chapter 352 Buddhism No.1

In the morning, Ye Zixuan woke up at around five o'clock, and after practicing the Yijin Jing and Ximai Jing, he went to the back garden to breathe fresh air. With the arrival of Bai Qiuhua, the security force of the entire garden became stronger. A large number of people were transferred from Huahai to Beijing, but the number of Ye Gong's children who gathered every day was still close to a hundred people.

Although the decisive battle consumed [-]% of Ye Gong's new force, and the children transferred in were only average, but their existence could share a lot of guarding tasks for Xue Yi, so Ye Zixuan found that all the checkpoints were guarded by light and dark children, which made him He felt another sense of security in his heart, reducing the danger that the appearance of the white fox would bring to Ye Gong.

Ye Zixuan, who was stretching, walked to the back garden, and was attracted by a person. On the cold and waveless lake, there were more than ten lotus flowers floating. The dead flower teacher sat on one of them with a smile, against the backdrop of the early morning water vapor. Underneath, like a fairy, the hem of the fluttering clothes hangs down, the lake surface is slightly turbulent, but there is no trace of water on the hem of the clothes.

The morning breeze blew, the lotus swayed, and the withered flower teacher fluttered along with it, giving people the feeling that she was growing on it.

The lotus is her, she is the lotus.

Not only the guards around were surprised by the withered flower master, but even Ye Zixuan's eyes lighted up slightly when he saw this. Of course, his cultivation level could allow him to stand on it, but he moved in the wind like a withered flower, he guessed Needing to pay attention to balance, Ye Zixuan walked seven or eight meters forward, and then greeted with a smile: "Master, good morning."

Seeing Ye Zixuan appearing, Withered Flower waved her sleeve lightly: "Young Master Ye, good morning."

Ye Zixuan felt the solemnity of the long sleeves waving with the withered flowers being swallowed by the other party like a long whale sucking water, and the teacher's smile conveyed a faint joy: "I heard that you suffered a small loss yesterday, I I'm also worried that you will add to this, and get angry with yourself, now it seems that I am overthinking, optimistic, positive, dripping on your face."

Ye Zixuan raised a smile, touched his head and responded: "Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles. I usually help grandma cross the road and no one knows. I was abused yesterday but everyone knows it. It seems that in the future I will Do more bad things, so that we can increase our popularity and let the world know that I, Ye Zixuan, exist."

He wanted to remind Ku Hua that she still had a lot of injuries on her body and not to cause moisture on the water, but he also knew that Ku Hua was a measured person, and her actions had her own intentions.

Withered Flower smiled softly: "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. It seems that Young Master Ye has figured it out. This setback is not a bad thing. There are losses and gains." In addition to showing a little appreciation, her eyes also showed a touch of lightness. Guang Guang: "However, I'm a little curious. With Ye Shao's current cultivation and scheming, what kind of character can make you suffer?"

"A woman named White Fox."

Ye Zixuan didn't hide too much, looked at the withered flowers swaying in the wind and said with a smile: "From Si Ye, in his 20s, looks very pretty, can play the pipa well, and his skill has become a master, I was careless yesterday , was stunned by her soft hum, and then almost fascinated by her magic voice, and Dusk even broke a good game of chess by her."

Withered Flowers laughed lightly when she heard the words: "It sounds like you are very sad."

Ye Zixuan took a few steps towards the lake: "It's really sad, but I'm not a gentleman. I didn't wait for ten years to get revenge, so I returned this tone that night, first locked her place, and then killed her with a carbine, making her repeatedly Feeling surprised, and finally broke her reputation, she wanted to turn on all the lights when I appeared in the room."

"When I appeared, the light was turned on, but she couldn't take her fingers back."

Of course Dead Flower can imagine that scene, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but a smile: "Isn't this the same as a child who was caught stealing food? I think the frustration you gave her will definitely make her stronger." There is a crack in her heart, and in the next contest, she will not attack you and Ye Gong with victorious vigor."

Ye Zixuan exhaled a long breath, knelt down and stretched out his hands to try the water in the lake, he was not as cold as imagined: "I can't say I took advantage, I can only say it was a tie, what makes me strange is that such a powerful person as Baihu, according to The reason should not be unknown, but I can't find out her identity, and it seems that there is no such person in Si Ye."

"White Fox? Grandmaster?"

On the calm face of withered flowers like water, there was a touch of deep thinking and deliberation: "The master has always been regarded by martial arts people as a monster, who should not exist in this world. Talent and epiphany, lack of both, will be difficult to enter the room after all, and withered flowers are a sad example."

"Decades of comprehension has been unable to break through."

There is a hint of regret in the words, but Kuhua Shitai's tone is very gentle: "A small grandmaster is produced by almost 20 million people, and a grand master is produced by a billion people. The white fox can break through the cultivation base and become a grandmaster. In Siye, it is definitely one. The reason why there is no intelligence to show such an important role is that it has not joined the WTO for more than [-] years."

Withered flowers pinched the hem of the clothes lightly with her fingers, her eyes flickering with thought: "To cultivate such a talent, looking at the whole Siye, only the hundred-year-old Master Xingyun, in other words, only Master Xingyun can accumulate this kind of talent. I have been teaching you in my hands for 20 years, and the master does not have profound Taoism, and the white fox may have already entered the world."

"Today's young people find it difficult to endure loneliness."

She fixed her eyes on Ye Zixuan: "My skill is not as good as yours, but my experience is ten times better than yours. Back then, you probably thought of leaving Mount Dharma."

Ye Zixuan felt that the withered flowers seemed to be alluding to his master, he smiled lightly and did not answer the topic, but he agreed with her words very much. When he was 13 years old, he was very yearning for the colorful world outside. There are a lot of things to learn, it is estimated that Ye Zixuan will run out of Bodhidharma Mountain to find Jiang Jingyao when he is 15 years old.

How could he stay peacefully in Mount Dharma for another six years?
Withered Flower turned her eyes away from Ye Zixuan, flicked her fingers lightly in the water, and the lotus drifted towards the shore: "The white fox appeared on the mainland from Siye, and she probably has nothing to learn from Master, or her cultivation level is not good enough. In a bottleneck, or owe a favor to the Wulianhui, so coming to the capital to deal with the crisis of the Song family also allows me to grow better."

Ye Zixuan raised his head slightly: "Who is Master Xingyun?"

Kuhua Shitai said lightly: "A Buddhist genius, from Nanjing, when he was 13 years old, he was the abbot of Jiming Temple, the first of the "480 temples in the Southern Dynasties". The ultimate Zen master, Mr. Jiang would pay a visit before going to war, and when he was 50 years old, he moved to Siye."

When Ye Zixuan pricked up his ears to listen, Kuhua added: "Afterwards, I have presided over seven World Dharma Conferences, and my reputation has spread to all corners of the world. Afterwards, I heard that I was ill, so I quit all my affairs and lived in seclusion in Alishan. , In the past 20 years, there has been no news of him, and he is probably a hundred years old."

Ye Zixuan was slightly startled: "Hundred years old? This is old enough."

Master Kuhua exhaled a long breath, like a leaf falling from a lotus flower: "It's just that in my knowledge, Master Xingyun is world-renowned in Buddhism, but he doesn't know anything about his skills. He retired from the world when he was ill. It’s because I spent too long teaching Buddhism on the top of the mountain, and I forgot to put on an extra layer of clothing, which caused me to catch a cold and fall ill.”

"Of course, know everything, know everything."

Withered Flower Master stood in front of Ye Zixuan so calmly that no one could feel that she was seriously injured, and then squeezed out a coin in his hand: "Master Xingyun himself is a big monster in the Buddhist world, and the Jifeng Zen method is unmatched. , there is no guarantee that he will not create a little monster of martial arts, no matter what, you may meet an opponent this time."

Hearing Mrs. Kuhua's words, Ye Zixuan had a smile on his face, and a fighting spirit surged all over his body: "Misfortune is blessing, she is a good opponent, but she is also a whetstone. If I I can step on her, I guess I am one step closer to Song Tiandao, teacher, tell me, do I want to preemptively strike?"

Kuhua Shitai did not respond to Ye Zixuan's words, but just turned a coin in her hand, and the coin immediately rolled slowly and evenly from the inside of her arm, as if being manipulated invisible by a hand, unhurriedly , rolled over the wrist and palm, slowly climbed up to the white fingertips as if there was a sense of direction and power support.

Then, still.

After standing still for a long time, as if stuck to the middle finger, after a long time, the withered flower master moved slightly, and with the change of gesture, the coin began to roll to the back of the hand again, still at a slow, extremely slow speed, rolling to the wrist Time, it was still again, where there were shallow scars, and the coin seemed to grow on that part.

"The quieter the mind, the slower it is..."

The withered flower master stared at the pattern on the coin too, the words: "The slower it is, the brighter you are."

(End of this chapter)