Make the heart big and accommodate all things in the world. Empty heart, love the world's good.
Calm their hearts and discuss the affairs of the world. Set their hearts and respond to the changes in the world.
The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, the bell in Fangling Temple rang. An ethereal sound rang out from the top of the treasure pavilion, and then the sound of the clear spirit spread throughout the entire mountain. After a night of sleep, she slept very well and trusted Xia Jing very much. She had never been on guard when she was by his side. It was the same for this night. Narrowing his eyes, he raised his head to look at the red sun that was gradually rising. It was the color of blood.
"Did I disturb you?"
"It's fine. It's time to meet Grandmaster Liaochen.”Xia Zihou got up from his lap. The spring breeze blew his long, black hair, causing his green clothes to flutter in the wind. Xia Zihou looked at his messy hair and walked down the stairs. When he turned around, he saw that Xia Jing was still in a daze. He picked up his shoe and gently threw it in his face. A certain someone helplessly picked up the shoe that she had thrown at him. When could he change this habit?
"You can't throw a woman's shoes like this.”Xia Jing sighed helplessly. Xia Zihou lowered his head and looked at the red dots above his head. His eyes dimmed for a moment, then he smiled knowingly." If you weren't always in a daze, I wouldn't have been so rude. Forget it, you can continue to be in a daze. This Prince is going to meet Master Liaochen."”Xia Jing walked down slowly. The plain kasaya he wore was particularly eye-catching to Xia Zihou, and the resentment he felt toward Liaochen increased. Xia Jing squatted down and lifted her feet to help her put on her shoes before walking out with her.
If it wasn't for you, why would I often be in a daze? Even Master Liaochen said that my six roots are not clean.
Xia Zihou paused for a moment before putting on the mask on his hand. Using his internal energy as a guide, the birthmark on his face returned to its original appearance. Xia Jingxin understood. So that was the case. Using internal energy as a guide, the birthmark on her face was triggered again. This was also good. He didn't follow Xia Zihou's footsteps, but walked in another direction. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the gradually disappearing figure, his eyes filled with reluctance. It would probably be another three years. The gentle morning sunlight suddenly became a little dazzling. The light pierced into his heart bit by bit, sewing the person in front of him into the image of her leaving with the sunlight as a thread.
Xia Zihou picked a deserted path and slowly walked to the back of the mountain. In the distance, the mountain was surrounded by a chaotic mountain peak. It was spring in the mountains, and the mist was slightly thick. A gentle wind blew gently. At this time, birds were whispering, and flowers were waiting to bloom. There were wild flowers on the ground that were half-opened and half-closed, showing off their postures. The trees were stained with crystal clear dew, and the faint sound of the waterfall could be seen in the rising fog in the distance. The ground was filled with the smell of spring soil. Xia Zihou walked up to a pine tree and sniffed it hard. He seemed to have smelled the scent of pine resin. Following the path, he could already see the natural waterfall. The water poured down from above, making a loud sound that added a touch of contentment to the world.
Looking at it from afar, it made people sigh. In the middle of the waterfall, there was a large Buddha character. The brush was full of Buddha's kindness, and it was faintly discernible among the falling water droplets.
A monk who looked like a Maitreya Buddha was sitting in the middle of the waterfall. The water fell from his head, but not a single strand of his clothes was wet. The mole on his eyebrow made him look even more peaceful. Xia Zihou, who was dressed in green, stood in front of him. He saw that Liao Chen's eyes were slightly closed as he looked at her. He pulled back his sleeves and stepped out of the waterfall.
"You brat, why are you thinking of me now?”Tyrant continued forward, not even looking at Xia Zihou, whose expression was not too good. Xia Zihou smiled peacefully and walked away. However, his steps were light and he didn't step on any plants. Xia Zihou's eyes were deep. This monk's cultivation had improved again. How could he not know what she was thinking? It was just that Xia Jing returning to Buddha was just to help her pay back some grievances. On the battlefield, in the court, in the martial world, there were more than a thousand people who died in her hands. Sins and massacres were too deep, there would be retribution in the next life!
"Master? Liaochen, this king is here to ask you. You know that Little Brother Jing's six roots are not pure, so why did you enter the Buddhist Sect? Do you think this king is too busy to tear down your Fangling Temple, or are you betting that this king doesn't dare to tear it down?”Previously, she had been hiding in Fangling Temple as a disciple of the Su family. Although it was within her expectations that she would come to see him this time, she did not expect that Monk Lei Chen had already sent Xia Jing to the Buddhist Sect before her. How could she not be angry? He was just teaching on behalf of others. In fact, he was only half a master. She had already reached the sixth level of the Water Curse, and she could use water to transform her weapon. However, after reaching the sixth level, she seemed to have not improved any further.
"How many levels have you reached in your Wading Curse? Compete with Old Na?" Liaochen ignored her question and only looked at her indifferently. It seemed that he had reached a bottleneck in his Wading Curse. If this went on, how could he continue to improve? Back then, Priest Xu Wu had only managed to reach the sixth stage before he didn't improve any further. When it was time for him to infiltrate, he had also died. Helplessly, the late emperor had forced him to take in Xia Zihou as his disciple, so he had no choice but to pass the disciple to him.
"No matter what level it is, it's enough to deal with you.”Xia Zihou's creepy smile spread out once more, making the misty water seem somewhat illusory. She began to gather internal strength in her hand. The surrounding dew gathered and formed a long sword. The sword was green and clear, and it was suffused with a cold aura. Liaochen didn't wait for Xia Zihou to finish his attack, but Xia Zihou blocked it with his sword. In just a moment, the sword was knocked back to its original state. Liaochen stood behind her, and Xia Zihou grinned. With a slight movement of his fingers, the sound of clothes tearing could be heard from behind. Liaochen's outer kasaya was torn apart with a single blow, and the fragments fell to the ground.
"Are you serious? Old Na's kasaya also costs silver…"
"..." Xia Zihou's eyes twitched. Who told her that this was an accomplished monk? Why was this person so greedy for money? The man looked at the kasaya on the ground and cried for his parents. Xia Zihou felt annoyed and took out a handful of cash from his clothes and handed it over. The man looked up in a friendly manner and counted it. He returned another one. "Although this kasaya is expensive, monks can't be greedy.”Xia Zihou glanced at the banknote that was handed over. She swore that every time she saw him, she would have the urge to kick him into the waterfall.
Fortunately, Xia Zihou could endure it and silently took back the banknote.
"The reason why you can't pass the sixth level is because a person's cultivation is limited. Since you've already reached the limit, it's difficult for you to advance any further. You need to find a person who can complement you in martial arts to practice Dual Cultivation to achieve the effect of growth. However, it's hard to find a Dual Cultivation person, even if there are tens of millions of people.”Liaochen turned the prayer beads in his hand, his expression somewhat anxious. It seemed that he was about to fight, but Su Qing had not revealed his true identity in the martial world or in the imperial court. If they fought, the country of Zhao would be split in half by the two brothers. It was good to have a capable son, but it might not be a good thing to have two sons who were too capable.
"Hmph, so what if I've reached my limit? This king doesn't need men." Xia Zihou's face darkened, and he waved his sleeves in disdain.
"Since ancient times, men and women have been compatible with each other. No, no." Half-sleeve, that was referring to men, right? Did he not treat her as a woman? Xia Zihou's face turned even darker. He suddenly felt that such a beautiful mountain forest and beautiful water had been ruined by this fake monk. Liaochen did not care about her attitude. This person had always been like this. She was always on guard and did not trust anyone. She would either roll her eyes at him or look at him with disdain. Sometimes, she would even look murderous. Tsk tsk, she was so irritable.
"…I understand. I will settle the score with you when I return from the war. If you dare to brag about Buddhism to Jing 'er again, the first thing I will do when I return is to tear down your Fangling Temple. Farewell." Xia Zihou couldn't be bothered to continue talking to him. If all the legendary Saint Monks were like him, the Buddhist Sect would have fallen long ago. However, she had never thought about this dual cultivation technique. Her master, Priest Xu Wu, had passed away. However, there was indeed such a thing as dual cultivation between a man and a woman in Taoism. Moreover, after the sixth level, her Wading Curse had not improved. Moreover, she did not know how strong the Third Prince Su Qing was. In contrast, she had to make a good plan. She wasn't too sure about the people in the world who complemented her Wading Curse, but she could go back and investigate.
"You little brat…sigh, this is…one coin? " You dropped some money…" The voice that suddenly erupted from behind her gradually faded away, but she dared to guarantee that the next time she saw him, he would definitely hand this one coin to her. The person behind him regained his composure and looked like a good monk again. Looking at Xia Zihou's receding figure, he sighed. The current situation would probably not be peaceful for long. Liaochen looked at the shattered Buddhist robe on the ground and chanted the name of Buddha.
Xia Zihou used his lightness skill and walked down the mountain, following the sound of the monks 'morning lessons. His green robe gradually faded away in the eyes of the person behind him, and finally disappeared.
When she returned to the palace, the Emperor had already sent someone to deliver her specially made golden silk soft armour-like battle robes. After Xia Zihou washed up, it was almost noon. Xia Zihou didn't bother to look at the battle robes she wore. Yue Bai had carefully put away the things she needed. Yue Moyan was packing up their things. He glanced at the young miss who was sitting on the bed and looking out at the sun. The two of them were packing very quickly.
"Miss, then Mr. Helian hasn't come yet. Is he not coming?”Yue Bai looked at the sun outside. It was almost noon. At this time, he did not know if it had come. He looked at his young miss. She didn't take it seriously at all. She looked so relaxed and indifferent, as if she was quite sure that Mr. Helian would come.
"Damn it, if he dares not to come, I'll chop him up piece by piece and put him in a bag. I'll bring him to the battlefield and suture him up.”Yue Moyan gritted his teeth. She hated people who didn't keep their promises the most, especially at a critical moment. If Helian Xuan still didn't come, he would really be chopped up by Yue Moyan.
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