Three years later.

On the Hanging Temple, there is a martial arts arena.

"I, from the Xuankong Temple lineage, use martial arts to understand Zen and use martial arts to enlighten Buddhism. Although I practice martial arts, what I focus on is the idea of ​​using martial arts to protect the common people. I hope you, brothers and sisters, can uphold this idea!"

"Practice the Tao, dance the circle, know the wonders, understand the Zen, and realize the great road early!"

"Amitabha."

In the huge martial arts arena in all directions, there was a slender, handsome-faced monk wearing a moon-white robe with his hands behind his back. He was facing the densely packed Buddhist disciples below, teaching in a solemn voice.

This person is none other than Ji Qiu.

After three years of practice, he completed the first stage of Qi Refining in the Qi Refining Chapter of the World-Transcending Manual. Even though the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was extremely thin, he was still able to complete it with considerable talent.

Now Ji Qiu has successfully condensed Qi and has become a master of cultivation who can control spiritual energy to defend against enemies.

In this common world, even the so-called martial arts genius who can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves is no longer his enemy.

It stands to reason that among his peers in Xuankong Temple, he is the well-deserved number one.

As the saying goes, no matter how young a person is, Ji Qiu defeated all the outstanding monks in Xuankong Temple with an absolutely crushing attitude.

No one would have any objection to his aspiration to be the young leader of the contemporary Xuankong Temple.

In fact, at this time, except for the enlightened monks who transformed the martial arts inner energy into the spiritual energy of cultivation and thus became the Qi Condensation Realm in Xuankong Temple at this time, all the remaining martial arts masters were no longer Ji Qiu's opponents.

Even Master Jingming, who had personally taught him martial arts, was no exception.

Therefore, let alone a young leader, even if he could become the number one martial artist in Baili Xuankong Mountain, it was not impossible for Ji Qiu to do so!

"We will strictly follow the words of our first senior brother, and we will do our best to understand Xuankong martial arts and protect the Zen way!"

Ji Qiu faced all directions in the martial arts arena, his sleeves were blown by the wind and made a hunting sound.

The monk disciples underneath all had longing expressions on their faces. When Ji Qiu finished speaking, Dangjie immediately followed up and spoke in agreement.

Don't look at Ji Qiu, who is only fourteen years old.

But over the years, almost all the monks in various temples, as long as they practice martial arts, have received more or less guidance from him.

Being kind to others and leaving a lasting impression are just a piece of cake for him.

But for these monk disciples who have average martial arts qualifications and may be able to stay in one realm for a year and a half, this kind of behavior is nothing more than giving timely help.

Therefore, his status has naturally risen. This is something that everyone in the temple, including elders and peers, agrees with.

Therefore, the position of senior disciple of the younger generation as the head of the outer gate of Xuankong Temple is naturally none other than Ji Qiu. The others are not far behind him in terms of prestige and strength.

After the annual martial arts test came to a perfect end, Ji Qiu greeted the monks and disciples one after another and finally felt free.

Before the simulation, one of the two lifelong regrets had completely disappeared due to his unremitting efforts for several years.

When Ji Qiu took over the authority of this younger generation with the permission of the leader Kongwen and the approval of Master Suowu, he became the number one martial artist in this world.

As for the little monk who once surpassed Zhenru and traveled thousands of miles to seek the path to immortality.

He is still engaged in sweeping the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. He is not even qualified to be valued by Master Awakening, let alone know the true scripture of salvation.

Destiny is so wonderful, it only takes one flutter of a little butterfly's wings and it will never be the same again.

Ji Qiu walked down the mountain, and while he was sighing in his heart, a sudden voice drew his attention:

"Hey, little monk!"

A faint red shadow passed by, and when Ji Qiu turned around, he saw a pair of brown eyes as clear as a pool of clear water, and the girl with a brisk expression, waving her arms and running towards him quickly.

Three years have passed, and the girl who was already two years older than Ji Qiu has now completely grown into a girl.

It is in the prime of 28 years, and Chuluo stands tall and graceful. Just by standing here, even if you are in a monk's temple, you don't know how many people are looking at this place with longing eyes.

This look has nothing to do with distractions, it is just an appreciation for beautiful things.

And for such a beautiful girl, she was polite to everyone else, but she only had a special liking for the young monk wearing moon-white robes.

After three years, I have become accustomed to it.

Turning around, Ji Qiu had a gentle smile on his face, still as calm as when he was young.

"Miss Xiu, at this age, the young monk is already able to stand alone in the secular world, so there is no need to call me young monk anymore, right?"

There was a hint of helplessness in the monk's words, but when they fell on the ears of the woman opposite, they made no waves at all.

Su Qixiu raised her eyebrows, smiled leisurely, and then replied in a clear voice:

"If I don't call you little monk, what would you call me?"

"After so many years, I have become accustomed to it. Besides, you acquiesced in it from the beginning. Now, if I change my name and call you Zhenru, wouldn't it be too outrageous?"

"Do you think so, Master Zhenru~?"

After the girl finished speaking, she blinked her eyes and smiled playfully.

Seeing this, Ji Qiu had no choice but to smile bitterly and shake his head, no longer dwelling on this issue.

"You found some free time this time and ran away from home?"

Ji Qiu knew that Su Qixiu was a descendant of the princess of the Su Qian royal family, but before the time came, he did not reveal it. He just treated it as normal and asked casually.

"The management at home is very strict. I can only come to the Xuankong Temple in the name of burning incense and worshiping Buddha after ten days and a half. You know this."

"Every time I'm at home, I'm bored. There's nothing to do. Only coming to this temple and listening to the little monk tell you some interesting stories can add some fun to this peaceful life."

"What interesting stories are you going to tell me this time?"

The two of them walked side by side on the bluestone path, heading down the mountain.

The girl in red asked enthusiastically while replying.

After Ji Qiu heard this, he thought about it carefully:

"I have told you the famous allusions recorded in the Buddhist scriptures many times. For this reason, the young monk also read many classics."

"Why don't you recite Buddhist scriptures to Miss Xiu today? What do you think?"

Ji Qiu was also a little helpless at this time.

Because you must know that he has spoken and told more stories to Su Qixiu in this life than in his previous life combined.

The limited Buddhist and Taoist allusions he had in his stomach were all that could be told.

While I was talking, a slight mist rose, and the weather gradually became cooler.

When the two of them raised their heads, they realized that the sky was covered by dark clouds, and drizzle was falling slightly.

"Come here."

Seeing the sudden change in the weather, Ji Qiu lifted up his sleeves and robe, gently shielded the beautiful figure in red from the rain on one side, and then led her down to the corner of the eaves next to her.

Although Su Qixiu is three or two years older than Ji Qiu, over the years, Ji Qiu has grown taller and is even more than half a head taller than the girl next to her.

The two of them walked quickly without stopping, and within a moment they arrived under the eaves not far from the bluestone stairs.

At this time, Su Qixiu gasped slightly and regained consciousness.

She looked at the handsome monk who was very close in front of her, lifting up his sleeves and robe to protect her from the wind and rain. Even though the weather was slightly cool, her pretty face couldn't help but blush a little.

"I don't listen to Buddhist scriptures. Those Buddhist scriptures just keep teaching the same thing all day long, which is extremely boring."

"Hey, little monk, how about this?"

"In the past, you were the one telling me stories. Let me tell you one this time."

The girl leaned next to Ji Qiu, leaned over gently, and spoke softly.

"It is recorded in your Buddhist classics that before Venerable Ananda became a Buddha, he once liked a woman and had an unforgettable fate with her..."

"Buddha once asked him, how much do you like that woman?"

"He said: I would like to transform into a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years..."

The rain kept falling, dripping, dripping, splashing on the weathered bluestone slabs.

Amidst the clouds and mist, under the eaves of one side, there was a girl in red, accompanying the monk in a white monk's robe. She seemed to be chanting in a low voice, saying:

"Just to get...she crossed the bridge."

"Little monk."
Chapter completed!