Wang Li even felt that he was most likely doing this on purpose.
After all, even Jingyuan can take out a flying boat, so it is impossible that Elder Qingchi, who is one of the top ten eminent monks and guards the Sutra Pavilion, does not have similar treasures.
Although, Wang Li has now determined that he is not an "eminent monk" in the traditional sense.
Whether it was the incident at the Sutra Pavilion or his subsequent contacts with Elder Qingchi, he noticed something different about this old monk.
He and other eminent monks have completely different styles of painting.
even……
Some don't look like monks.
At dusk, beside the creek.
Qingchi held a piece of pheasant leg that was roasted golden and oily in his hand. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to eat it more deliciously than the king carp opposite him.
The king carp held most of the pheasant in his hands, his hands were greasy, and he kept chewing it in his mouth, which made him feel a little moved.
In one month of living in Bailong Temple, he had never seen any meat or fish.
And his body did not allow him to go out hunting privately. At that time, he had no such thoughts and only wanted to recover as soon as possible.
The vegetarian food at Bailong Temple tastes good, and Master Jingyuan's craftsmanship is not bad, but no matter how good the vegetarian dishes are, they are not as satisfying as real meat.
Humans have not evolved to the top of the food chain by being vegetarians, let alone for the sake of being vegetarians.
He can understand this sentence very well now.
Seeing Qingchi throw away the bone, he turned around and tore off another chicken leg.
Qingchi said, "That's enough. You can eat it yourself. People are old and don't have much appetite. Besides, the poor monk doesn't need to eat in the first place."
Then you still eat so well?
Wang Li nodded and continued eating by himself.
Bigu should be regarded as a unique advantage derived from the path of cultivation, but it is certainly not something that can be achieved in the body-forging realm.
After he finished eating, he got up and went to wash his hands by the stream. When he came back, Qingchi greeted him with a smile, and they sat side by side by the campfire.
The burning wood crackled from time to time, and sparks jumped.
Qingchi once again looked at Wang Li with a profound look, and finally smiled softly.
"When we were leaving, Senior Brother Abbot said that I should indeed send you back. After all, your talent is no longer a secret in Bailong Temple, and it may have spread to outsiders, so I should protect you. Senior Brother also suggested that I
, I can just use the time on my way home to continue observing you, and even design some levels to test you."
Hearing this, Wang Li had a helpless smile on his face.
"Master, I really don't want to become a monk, at least not now..." After a pause, he said: "If the disciple really wants to escape into Buddhism in the future, then Bailong Temple will definitely be the disciple's first choice, or even
The only option.”
This is already the biggest guarantee and concession that Wang Li can make.
He was sure that he would never become a monk in the future, but this did not prevent him from expressing his favorable impression of Bailong Temple.
However, after listening to what he said, Qingchi slapped his legs and burst into laughter without any image. The sound was so startling that the birds in the forest on both sides flapped their wings.
"Hahaha, you are quite good at talking, but I like it! At least you are grateful to Bailong Temple, and you are not the kind of person who doesn't know how to adapt." When he finished speaking, Qingchi's laughter suddenly stopped.
Looking at his face again, it suddenly became solemn and even a little serious.
"King Carp."
Wang Li was stunned for a moment when he called him by his first name, and then responded: "Disciple is here."
"Well, poor monk... I know that you are determined not to become a monk. Bailong Temple has not forced it, and I will not embarrass you. However, your talent is obvious to all. Since Bailong Temple is not suitable for you, then I have a unique
I wonder if you are interested in my own inheritance?"
Wang Li blinked, not knowing what he meant.
Qingchi did not directly tell his plans, but instead talked about himself.
The burning bonfire was reflected in his pupils, and scenes of memories seemed to flash through the dancing flames.
"A few decades ago, before I became a monk, I was just an ordinary mortal. My life was to collect firewood from the sky every day, then pick it up and sell it in the city. Occasionally, I would catch a few fish, which would give me more money.
I have a few pennies, but I don’t dare to spend them randomly, I must save them carefully.”
"At that time, my mother was seriously ill and she wouldn't let me hire a doctor for her. Every time she brought the doctor back secretly, she would beat him out. Even if he was called while she was asleep, as soon as he took a pulse, she would be
She woke up immediately. Later, she wrapped her wrists tightly every day. After this, no doctor was willing to come to her."
"But I didn't want to see her lose weight day by day, so I asked someone to prescribe medicine according to her illness. But she didn't want to take the medicine. Even if I knelt on the ground and begged her, saying that even if she didn't take it, I had already paid for the medicine.
You can’t waste it, right?”
"But she didn't pay attention to me. Later, whenever I knelt down, she would kneel down for me..."
"I had no choice but to use the money I spent on medicines to buy some supplements. But supplements are much more expensive than regular medicines. My mother gradually realized that something was wrong. She began to become picky about food. Whenever she was there, she would not eat.
I don’t want to eat anything I know.”
"I still want to find other ways to supplement her, but...she doesn't have much time."
When Qingchi said this, he suddenly paused.
No more swallowing, no jealousy.
But Wang Li could still clearly feel his sadness, which was an emotion that could hardly help but overflow from every pore in his body.
Wang Li didn't ask in a hurry, or even looked at the other person, but just stared at the bright bonfire at night with the other person.
"That day... I forgot the specific situation. I just remember that I had just finished collecting two bundles of firewood and carrying them down the mountain. I met the man halfway up the mountain. Later I found out that he had been observing me for a while. He was deliberately doing this that day.
Go find me."
"As soon as he met him, he asked me if I would like to become his teacher. I was stunned for a moment and just thought he was an old gentleman passing by by chance. I left without saying a few words. After all, I was busy going there at that time.
Selling firewood.”
"When I got home at night, I found that he was actually at my house, and my mother, who had been reluctant to eat for several days or could not eat anything, was smiling and eating a piece of meatloaf and chatting with the old gentleman.
We had a great time talking."
"I was very pleasantly surprised. After some exchanges, I found out that he had cured my mother's illness with a pill. My mother also urged me to become his teacher."
"The process of becoming a disciple is very simple. I just kowtow three times and drink a cup of tea. The tea is the wild tea I picked myself in the mountains. The taste... I won't mention it."
"He didn't let me go with him directly, but left a sum of money and told me to take good care of my mother, saying that he would come back to find me in the future. I practiced in a daze according to what he left behind.
Living with my mother, that period of time was truly a good life that even the gods can’t exchange for!”
"About three years later, my mother passed away. However, this time she passed away. I still remember that she held my hand when she left, with a smile on her face."
"He came the next day."
"However, the path of cultivation that I thought was not so smooth. He passed away after passing on what he had to teach me with injuries all over his body."
At this point, he paused for a long time.
After a long while, Qingchi continued: "After burying him, I slowly walked into the door of spiritual practice. Later, I also experienced a lot of things. I met the previous abbot of Bailong Temple. He accepted me as an art teacher, and I became
I went to the Qingchi monk of Bailong Temple..." He glanced at Wang Li, who was listening in rapt attention, and suddenly laughed again.
"Hey, I didn't do anything well with the things that person passed on to me, but looking back, they are indeed good things. Maybe my qualifications and talents are still a bit lacking. I have been guarding Bailong Temple for these years.
I have almost truly reached the state of having no desires or desires. The only thing I care about is to continue this inheritance for him. You can't just leave it in my hands, right? You are a good boy, with sufficient talent, character, and moral character...
Come to think of it, I'm not a bad person now, so are you interested? Oh wait, I didn't say what kind of inheritance this is, right?"
He suddenly glanced at the Qingshuang Sword that Wang Li had always carried with him.
"That... is a sword art, a very interesting and ancient sword art." This chapter has been completed!