A ray of sunset enveloped Yuanmiao Mountain, exuding a solemn light.
After the bustling scene ended, the empty high platform looked a bit desolate.
At the foot of the mountain, a monk was smiling from ear to ear. His pupils were shining with a strange light, his eyes were empty, and he was obviously in a state of wandering mind.
"Interesting, really interesting."
"Hey, you've been watching the ball here for three days. You're just playing ball. What's there to see? I tell you, Old Sun, take the cassock as soon as possible and run away. Your mana has not been restored. If you are caught, you will have to bring trouble to Old Sun.
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"You think I'm watching football?" Jin Chanzi asked in surprise.
"You were obviously excited and whistled. Do you want to admit it?"
Jin Chanzi shook his head, "That's just watching in passing. I'm looking at luck. This thing is much more interesting than watching football. The Song Dynasty looks so prosperous. According to luck, the kings, grandsons and nobles all over the city, you
Do you know how miserable they will be in a few years?"
There was no mercy in Jin Chanzi's tone. He saw prosperity like smoke, blood flowing like rivers, and cities destroyed and countries destroyed.
"What do you care about Lao Sun?"
"Everything in the world has its destiny and cause and effect. When a wave rises in the South China Sea, a leaf falls in the North Mountain. You feel that it has nothing to do with you. In the end, it may become entangled with you. Only by seeing through it can you grasp them at your fingertips.
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Suddenly, Jin Chanzi frowned, and the luster in his eyes gradually dissipated.
He stood up and looked to the southwest with a puzzled expression.
"What happened again?"
"I have six supernatural powers, which can cut off all the confusion of seeing and thinking in the three realms, and I am not immune to the catastrophe of life and death in the three realms. Why do I see chaos and disorder? Who disrupted the heavenly secret."
"Hahahahaha." Sun Wukong rolled around on the ground a few times, jumped up, hung his tail on the tree, and taunted: "It's probably because you don't have enough magic power to see through. Otherwise, someone else is stronger than you and is blocking your way."
All leaks are gone.”
The ultimate power of leakage is the highest magical power among the five magical powers of Buddhism. It can transcend the three realms and five elements and is not within the reincarnation. If you have cultivated to this level, you can be called a Buddha.
On normal days, Jin Chanzi would have taken action to educate this hozen, but today he was very strange and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
As soon as Sun Wukong saw his appearance, he knew that he had really encountered something difficult to decide. For the monk in front of him, this was an extremely rare situation.
He always has clear goals and decisive actions, and never hesitates.
Jin Chanzi sat cross-legged, eyes closed, eyebrows and temples drooped.
When Sun Wukong saw that there was no movement from him and was hanging on the tree, he closed his eyes and took a nap.
"Variables, there are variables."
After a few hours, it was getting late, and Jin Chanzi suddenly said.
"What variable?"
Jin Chanzi suddenly laughed and said: "No matter what the variable is, any change is better than nothing. What's the point of a pool of stagnant water? Li Yu carp, throw a koi into the stagnant water, stir it up, it's wonderful! I just don't know, this one
Can the carp jump out of the dragon gate?"
He used his clairvoyance and learned about Li Yuyou's rubbings from Tang Sai'er.
When I arrived at the Zhengjing Gate, I found out after inquiring that Li Yu had left. The reason was that he had killed a monk with a great background in the Tang Dynasty and was forced to run away.
Jin Chanzi glanced at the cassock that once belonged to him, stretched out his hand halfway, and then took it back.
He didn't come for the cassocks, he came for the rubbings of Daguangming Temple in Li Yu's hands.
"That's all, let him pass this cassock and get involved in the cause and effect with me. How can we avoid it after it finally appears?"
Jin Chanzi stood up and left. Sun Wukong jumped down from the tree and asked, "Master, where are you going again?"
"Kasyapa got my cassock and dared to give it away to others. Let's go to Lingshan and kill him."
"Master, can I, Old Sun, not go?"
"Are you afraid?"
"It's just Lingshan. It's not like I've never been there before. There's nothing to be afraid of."——
Zhengjingmen, Pan Jinlian's small courtyard, and the small building is full of lights.
The flames of the lamp smudged out from the octagonal lampshade made of water, as if there was a molten moon nestled above the head, and the soft light soaked into the bedroom, without being dazzling at all.
This was a gift from Cai Jing to Li Yu, but he gave it to Xiao Jinlian.
On the huge embroidered couch with gauze curtains and brocade bedding, there are dozens of brand-new clothes spread out, ranging from long skirts, narrow sleeves to close-fitting bellybands, and silk trousers.
Xiao Jinlian looked at these clothes. Li Yu personally selected them for her, and she remembered every one of them clearly.
She was going to go on stage tomorrow. She wasn't very nervous, but she was very angry.
It was these great monks opposite who drove away her brother Li Yu and caused them to disperse for three months.
She couldn't bear to blame Li Yu for not taking her with him, so she blamed the monks of the Tang Dynasty for her full of resentment.
She picked out a narrow-sleeved blouse and a long skirt with a waist, and put it on the bedside, ready to wear it for the competition tomorrow, and put away everything else.
Lying on the bed, Xiao Jinlian tilted her head and murmured: "Da Lei"
"It should be similar to fighting before." She remembered what Li Yu taught her: either don't fight, or fight to death.
Brother Li Yu doesn't know when he will come back.
Little Jinlian only thought about the fight for a short while, and immediately fell into lovesickness. She hugged the quilt tightly, curled up on the bed and fell asleep.
At the same time, in the Shenxiao Palace, Zhao Fujin's boudoir was a different scene.
When she could sleep, she wouldn't think about anything. Even if the sky fell, she would have to wait until she woke up to worry about it.
Surrounded by bead curtains, all made of fine materials, she is now the face of the Song Dynasty. She has won enough face for Zhao Ji, and she suddenly became the darling of the royal family, a princess among princesses, and an emperor among emperors and concubines. Ji.
In addition, she is also the favorite of the Shenxiao Palace and the Zhengjing Sect, the heart of the Imperial Master, and the treasure of her senior sisters and brothers.
Beside her bed, there is a small mini bed, only the size of a pillow.
There are three small clay figures lying side by side on it, wrapped in colorful clothes and covered with small quilts.
The small cup is embroidered with cute animals, which is full of childlike interest.
When the moonlight came in, the three of them opened their eyes together, and in unison, they slowly opened the quilts on their bodies.
The three clay figures held hands, tiptoed, and tiptoed away from the head of the bed step by step.
On the bed, Zhao Fujin was sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes twitching, his mouth curled up with a smile, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having.
The two little clay figurines opened the window and let the other climb out. After it got out, it held up the leaf window on one side and let the other two get out.
After everyone went out, the three clay figurines worked together and slowly closed the window. They jumped out of the window and started playing happily in the yard.
Under the moonlight, the three clay figures look like three elves. If someone sees them, they will be very surprised, because they have full human expressions, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy.
The three clay figures danced and talked like ordinary children, but they were not monsters.
They were born with spiritual consciousness because Zhao Fujin was born with divinity, and no one would believe him if he told him.
The last one who could give spiritual knowledge to clay figures was called Nuwa.
