"Master, may I ask, when will Master Jingyuan come back?"
"Suck~ Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in a short time." Qingchi took a sip of tea, "But you don't have to worry, he is not in danger. So, if you encounter any difficulties in the next time, or
If you need anything, you can always come to me."
Wang Li tilted his head slightly and looked at Qingchi: If there is no danger, do you really need to emphasize it? Just tell me what he is going to do. Even if you can't tell the specific content, it is always okay to give a general idea, right? Looking for relatives.
, visiting friends, subduing demons, slaying demons, what’s not to say?
Qingchi didn't know what was surging behind his calm face, so he just responded with a kind smile.
Half a moment.
A smile suddenly broke out on Wang Li's face. He clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Master, disciple, please resign!"
"Um?"
The smile on Qingchi's face froze again.
"You want to leave?"
"Yes, Master, my disciples came to Bailong Temple for medical treatment. Now that the chronic illness has been cured, it is natural that they cannot continue to bother me."
"What's the point? Zhulin Temple is not close to the temple. You won't disturb anyone by living here."
"Master said it is true, but this disciple has just turned fourteen now. He has never been far away from his hometown in the past. Now that he has been away for more than a month, he really misses his father in his heart and hopes that Master will fulfill his wishes!"
"Well... you can wait until Jingyuan comes back. He has taken care of you for more than a month. Don't you want to say goodbye to him in person?"
"Of course I do. However, the disciple also understands that separation is the normal state of the world. So there is no need for a ritual to say goodbye, just be sincere. Furthermore, in the future, the disciple can go to Bailong Temple with his family again.
, I would like to express my gratitude to Master Jingyuan and the monks at Bailong Temple."
Qingchi's lips moved as he stared at Wang Li who was bending down in front of him, and for a moment he couldn't think of any reason to stop him.
Separation is the normal state of the world.
This kid is really damn good at what he says...
The light and shadow in his eyes danced, and he not only saw Wang Li, but also seemed to see scenes of separation one after another in his past life.
There was silence for a long time.
He stopped his smile and said in a deep voice: "There are dangers under the mountain. I heard from Jingyuan that your home is at least three hundred miles away from Bailong Mountain. How can you, a young man, get back?"
"No matter how far the journey is, no matter how many crises there are, if you have a home, you have direction and strength."
"..." Qingchi smacked his lips: "You don't understand, there are ghosts and demons under that mountain!"
"Disciples are not afraid."
"Demons can eat people."
"There is no fear of death."
When Qingchi heard this, he was immediately unhappy. Not because Wang Li kept retorting, but because of Wang Li's contempt for life and death.
He didn't think that children of this age could really tell the difference between life and death, but Wang Li didn't act like he was talking nonsense, which meant that perhaps his past experience of being sick all the time made Wang Li not pay so much attention to his own life.
How is this possible?
He frowned deeply and refuted resolutely: "What do you know about life and death? Have you ever seen real life and death? This world has long been a sea of suffering. Only by hiding in the mountains and forests can Bailong Temple find a glimmer of stability. Why do you have to go to that sea of suffering?
?”
Wang Li couldn't help but frown, "I've never seen life or death? I've already died once!"
He took a breath, and then immediately retorted: "Master, if the world is really a sea of suffering, even if Bailong Temple is hidden, it is just a lonely boat in the boundless ocean. When the tide comes, what difference will it make between the mountains and the mountains?
?”
This statement is very resounding.
When he finished speaking, Qingchi was really stunned from the outside to the inside.
In the room, the old monk sat quietly and the boy bent over.
Both of them were motionless.
Another long time.
Qingchi suddenly stood up.
"Forget it, since you are determined to leave, there is no reason for the poor monk to stop you. Otherwise, it is no different from being detained."
Hearing this, Wang Li slowly straightened up and smoothed his eyebrows a little. He was about to say thanks when he heard Elder Qingchi speak again.
"However, since your father sent you to Bailong Temple for treatment, he is entrusting your safety to Bailong Temple. Although your illness has been cured now, if you are allowed to go home alone, if something happens on the way, then
It is inevitable that Bailong Temple will be blamed in the end."
The ravine on Wang Li's forehead suddenly became deeper than before.
He raised his eyes and saw Qingchi saying with a smile: "It just so happens that the poor monk has nothing to do today and is very quiet and thoughtful, so I will accompany you for a walk!"
"Master..."
"Don't say more, it's settled! Hehe, poor monk, I see that you are eager to return home now, so let's rest for a day while you pack your things. I will come to find you early tomorrow morning and take you home.
!”
After that, he didn't give Wang Li any chance to refute or decline, and walked away quickly.
Wang Li could only stand at the door, staring blankly at the old monk walking away.
"Master Jingyuan...I'm afraid something has happened." Suddenly thinking of this, Wang Li lost any joy in leaving Bailong Temple.
He turned around and sat on the stool and thought for a while. It was difficult to judge due to lack of conditions, so he could only keep the matter in mind for the time being.
Although Master Jingyuan lives in Zhulin Zen Monastery and does not mix with the monks in the temple, this does not mean that Jingyuan is excluded and suppressed, but it proves that he is unique in Bailong Temple.
Wang Li was called a "born Buddhist" because of the Sutra Pavilion incident, but before that, Jingyuan had almost reached this threshold.
In other words, Jingyuan is the leader of the young generation of Bailong Temple who is the most talented and the fastest to turn his talent into strength.
With such an identity, it was impossible for Bailong Temple to turn a blind eye to the difficulties he encountered.
Compared to the top ten eminent monks, Wang Li's own energy is completely negligible.
Since Qingchi was not in a hurry just now, it means that the matter may not really be that serious, at least it can be solved by Bailong Temple for now.
Wang Li felt relieved, stood up and picked up the long sword on the table.
It's a hit once you get it.
This three-foot-three sword is very strong.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the faint green light bloomed again.
Wang Li's eyes were filled with joy, and the appearance alone was already deeply loved by him.
Holding the sword in one hand, it was a bit heavy. Although his body had recovered and he had begun to practice, he was still a young man after all, and it had only been a day of training.
The wrist moves slowly, and the green light of the sword blade also flows.
Suddenly, the sword shadow flashed.
The corner of the table immediately flew out.
Wang Li stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the cut surface. It felt extremely smooth and not rough at all.
Holding the sword again to observe, he found two words on the side of the sword under the sword grid: Qingshuang.
After admiring it for a long time, he reluctantly returned the sword to its sheath and carried him back to the bedroom.
In Bailong Temple, he wore a monk's robe, ate vegetarian food, and lived in a Zen monastery. Except for a few Yi Jing brought from home, he didn't have much luggage to pack.
He found the brocade robe, bright silver hairpin and white jade pendant that he was wearing when he arrived.
On the mountain, he wore a monk's robe and did as the Romans did; when he went down the mountain, he didn't want to continue to be seen as a strange little monk with hair.
Speaking of which, after time travel, his understanding of the world was limited to the memory of the little king carp and the White Dragon Temple where he stayed for a month. The little king carp was weak and sick and seldom went out, so his understanding of the world was mostly limited.
From books.
Therefore, Wang Li's sense of novelty and expectation for this world is not low at all, even if the little white dragon is really enshrined in the White Dragon Temple.
After putting away several books of the Book of Changes, Wang Li sat cross-legged and practiced, using [Concentration] to counteract the excitement that was difficult to calm down, and waited for the arrival of the next morning. This chapter has been completed!