Jingba has a pretty body and her head is just as good as Wu Qi's shoulders, so she needs to raise her head slightly to look at Wu Qi.

Her eyes were clear, she looked serious, and her words and demeanor were quite dignified. But she was young and her facial features had not yet grown. The holiness of Buddhism and the aura of girls blended into a wonderful temperament between entering the world and leaving the world.

A word with a long memory popped up in Wu Qi's mind: serious and lively.

Then he thought of Li Mi.

Li Mi loves makeup and is especially passionate about makeup for mature women. But if you are a little familiar with her, you will know that she is still a little girl who has not grown up in her heart.

The bhikkhu Niu Jingbing in front of him was exactly the opposite of Li Mi.

She doesn't use any makeup. She looks like an innocent girl, but she has a natural mature and decent appearance, as if she has experienced the world.

Wu Qi asked her: "Is Youdao supported by a wizard?"

After being looked up and down by Wu Qi, Jing Wu was not shy at all.

She looked calm and smiled: "Fellow Taoist, Jingbing did not raise it, but this cat is still practicing. If she just hides under the wings of fellow Taoist, she will make it slow to practice."

The Xuanmao meowed, and it squatted on the little nun's shoulder, a little reluctant to leave Wu Qi.

Wu Qi understands it.

Now Xuanmao has become his own tasting staff. He has learned the fried chicken and sour plum soup before, and the steamed wax fish and fried snails that he is trying now. He is the first to try it.

If you don’t want to leave, you are probably reluctant to leave these foods.

Wu Qi was curious: "What it practiced is..."

Jingbing twisted the Buddhist beads with his hands, and replied softly: "Walking in the secular world, we will save the troubles of the hardships and all spirits in the world will practice."

Wu Qi nodded, but disagreed: "Master, Youdao can indeed find money-strapped people who are short of money, and can also search for money everywhere to help others. However, this matter is not treated with the symptoms and the root cause. If you are not careful, you will become a slave to money."

"It's better to practice with peace of mind in my path. One day, it turns into a spirit and becomes a demon, and its spiritual wisdom is activated, and its demonic power is also used to help more creatures."

Jingwei blinked: "What fellow Taoist said makes sense. But Jingwei believes that practicing is not distinguishing between high and low, but entering into practicing is a test along the way, which is also a tempering for the cat."

"The sooner you go on the road, the more you can understand the sufferings of sentient beings in the world and clarify the self."

The two had completely opposite opinions on the cultivation of Xuanmao’s cultivation.

Jingwu is a free-range school, advocating the nature of nature, seeing the mountains is the mountains, and seeing the water is the water, everything is a test.

Wu Qi is a targeted training school.

He believes that basic education is extremely important, and that no matter whether it is practice habits, world cognition, basic view of right and wrong, and independent thinking ability can be developed. Practice habits and ideas are very important. We must lay a solid foundation as much as possible and establish a harmless view.

Five years have passed since he arrived in the Posa World, but Wu Qi still retains the modern understanding of education in his thinking.

Both sides have their own opinions.

Jing Wei spoke without being too slow and cited, and Wu Qi's opinions were clear and reasonable. Both sides maintained a restrained respect for each other.

The whole process is more like a discussion and exchange around the theme of "How to do a good practice education for a cat". The two people start differently from their perspectives of practice, and according to their respective logic, they have their own internal support.

Of course, no one can convince anyone.

Jingwei said leisurely: "The method of fellow Taoists does make Jingwei's eyes lit up. But the way of practicing depends on the practitioner's original choice."

"Not bad, whether to leave or stay, see how Youdao chooses."

Wu Qi looked at Xuanmao: "I know you can understand. Now, there are two roads."

He waved his hand to signal Jingbing: "Let's go with the master. When someone is in trouble, you can help. If you succeed in practicing, it will not help you. The difficulty of practicing is escalating. Seek more blessings and life and death will lead to fate."

Wu Qi pointed at himself again: "Follow me, follow me to kill demons and eliminate demons, save others and yourself, have a full meal, and have a support. One day, you will turn into a spirit into a demon, and you will go out to walk and practice, and I will not stop you."

Xuanmao looked at Wu Qi, turned his head and glanced at Jing Bai, but his butt didn't move.

"It seems that there is a conclusion."

Jingwei clasped his hands together: "Fellow Taoist, Jingwei bid farewell to this."

She turned around and took a step, and Xuanmao jumped off her shoulders, rushed to Wu Qi, and hid on the back of his neck.

Wu Qi smiled: "It seems that the mage is not right."

Jingwei was disbelief in her eyes. She stared at Xuanmao, wanting to get an answer from it.

But the cat hid on Wu Qi's back and did not look at her.

Jingwei frowned and could only say depressedly: "After a month in Menglan Bin, Jingwei will meet fellow Taoists. If the Maoer's determination has not changed, Jingwei will no longer have much trouble."

Wu Qi complained in his heart that this little nun is really persistent, but it is not your final decision whether to meet or not.

He said, "When Meng Lan Basin meets, I may be in seclusion and practicing."

“The fellow Taoist club is in the ghost market.”

Jing Wei smiled with a smile on his lips: "Fuyun Temple is already a sect in the Ghost City. On the day of Menglan Basin Club, the Ghost City Club was very busy, and fellow Taoists would definitely be there."

Wu Qi frowned, the other party knew this inside story.

The news about the Five Dao and Seven Temples is indeed well-versed.

He raised his head and found that Jingzhai was walking on the trail with only one spare left.

Wu Qi glanced at the cat on his shoulder.

Youdao licked his paws, and his tail tip swung left and right, as if nothing had happened.

"You are sensible."

Wu Qi smiled and said, "Master Jingwei may understand Buddhist principles very well, but he does not understand education anymore."

Nowadays, no matter how Xuanmao helps people, it is a drop in the bucket, and it is not a root cause.

But if Xuanmao can one day practice a role like the Eight Ghost Commander, or even the Demon King of Chicago, then he can formulate rules and help the bottom of the difficulties in a system. This will guide the atmosphere and kill more misfortunes in the bud.

Wu Qi crossed the threshold of the East Temple.

There was no one in the temple, and a few burnt incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner on the table. It was thought that it was left by the pilgrims yesterday.

"Master Dao, Master Dao."

The Eight Thousand Kings burst out from under the table: "The little demon heard a secret."

Wu Qi lifted up the hem of the Taoist robe and sat cross-legged on the cushion: "Tell me, listen."

"I heard that the new Jianyouwei Chief of Chengdu Prefecture is a powerful character and seems to be on the way to take office."

The Baqian King stroked his beard with his claws: "This is a close confidant Zhu Xincheng who accidentally leaked his words when arranging the affairs of the Zhu family. It is said that Zhu Xincheng is still the Chengdu Mansion, but the position of Si Duwei is going to be given up."

"But I didn't say who it is."

The Xuanmao has the Taoist riding on the Eight Thousand Kings and uses the cat's claws to scratch its head.

The Eight Thousand King pulled open the cat's claws and said, "A person who is considered to be a powerful person by Zhu Xincheng is very likely to be a high-ranking official transferred from the capital. He may not be as easy to talk to as Zhu Xincheng."

Wu Qi silently remembered it in his heart.

"You go and ask someone, the nun from the Puxian Temple in Mount Emei, named Jingbian, who is about thirteen or fourteen years old. Check what her origin is."

"Yes, Master Dao, Xiao Yao will go now."

The Eight Thousand King grabbed Xuanmao's claws and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Mao, you are no longer a child. You can no longer play every day. You should concentrate on your practice."

Xuanmao yawned and lay down beside him and squinted his eyes.

Wu Qi said: "Don't worry about it, you can do your business."

"Yes, Master Dao."

Eighty million crawled under the table again and disappeared.

...

On a forest trail outside the East Temple.

Jingba, who was walking slowly, raised his head and looked forward.

A tall woman stalked towards her with her head held high, with a red collar and black dress, a high bun on her hair, and a red baby-shaped forehead, with a dignified and dignified manner.

The two sides had a little contact with each other.

The woman Baodian said solemnly: "I wonder which Bodhisattva Dharma Master is?"

Jing Bai twisted the Buddhist beads with his hands, and looked respectful: "The dragon girl recognized the wrong person, but the poor nun was just a disciple in the Samantabhadra Temple."
Chapter completed!