From the mouth of old monk Ku Ye, several people learned that there are only two people left in the temple now. One is him, and the other is a new disciple. Due to his low cultivation level, he rashly entered the middle of the ice and snow.
Too dangerous.
When talking about themselves, Jiang Xiaoyu and others did not hide that they were from the Four Symbols Sect.
However, after Dead Leaf heard this, he had no reaction at all.
Come to think of it, in his small world, whether it is the Four Symbols Sect or any other sect, it has nothing to do with him.
Compared with where they came from, Ku Ye was more concerned about whether Ji Quansheng was interested in Ku Rong Buddhism that he practiced. However, after Ji Quansheng politely refused many times, the old monk gave up with some disappointment.
After eating, everyone finally saw another monk from Tianbei Temple.
The young monk's name is Yangsheng. He looks sixteen or seventeen years old and is very delicate. When he saw Jiang Xiaoyu and others, he was actually a little shy.
However, after tasting the meals he cooked, everyone discovered that this guy really had some talent in cooking.
Yushi said bluntly that the level of this young monk was not much different from his own.
Because they had female relatives, Lin Xiaowan and Lan Yue were arranged in a relatively quiet Zen room. According to Old Monk Kuye, that Zen room had always been empty, so it had no impact.
There were a lot of empty meditation rooms, and he didn't want to listen to Jade's thunderous snoring, so Jiang Xiaoyu found a clean meditation room by himself, which would be a place to rest tonight.
Lying on the bed, Jiang Xiaoyu always felt that there was something strange about this place.
No one was around. Now that he recalled what happened during the day, Jiang Xiaoyu was suddenly confused as to why that old monk Gu Ye appeared at the door of the temple.
Moreover, judging from his appearance, he seemed to have been waiting for some time.
According to common sense, this behavior is indeed a bit strange.
Think again about the little monk named Yang Sheng. Indeed, there is not much cultivation in the little monk.
However, Dead Leaf said that he was a new disciple.
How did a person with no cultivation come to this far north, and how could he climb this mountain?
The more Jiang Xiaoyu thought about it, the less sleepy he became.
After tossing and turning for a long time, he suddenly sat up.
The mind first comes to its own spiritual pool.
Due to Chu Yang's battle, he could clearly feel that the spiritual essence in his spiritual pool had increased a lot.
In the past few days, after calming down, he always felt like he was about to break through. This feeling was sometimes extremely clear and sometimes illusory.
After his consciousness returned to his body, Jiang Xiaoyu felt more awake.
He stood up and walked out of the meditation room.
At this time, Tianbei Temple was pitch dark, and the entire temple was eerily silent.
Jiang Xiaoyu walked on the veranda, and even his own footsteps could be clearly heard.
The sound rippled back and forth, intertwined with the snoring coming from the jade room in the distance.
Jiang Xiaoyu thought, and the Wutong boat appeared at his feet.
There is not even a faint light in the night sky here.
But when Jiang Xiaoyu stopped at a high place, he happened to sense that there seemed to be someone at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
When Jiang Xiaoyu got closer, he discovered that on the ice field thousands of feet below, the shy little monk named Yang Sheng was actually there.
Yang Sheng also noticed Jiang Xiaoyu falling from the sky.
He greeted Jiang Xiaoyu: "The donor is not asleep?"
Jiang Xiaoyu landed next to him, "Aren't you asleep too?"
Yang Sheng smiled, pointed to a piece of solid ice in front of him and said, "The young monk couldn't sleep, so he came down to practice."
Jiang Xiaoyu looked along the direction of his finger. There seemed to be a dark green grass bud under the solid ice.
The grass buds are like amber, wrapped in solid ice. They look weak but strong.
"What kind of practice is this?" Jiang Xiaoyu blurted out in confusion.
Yang Sheng clasped his hands together and explained: "Master named me Yang Sheng, which means Yin and Yang. My first practice is to let the grass buds inside break through the ice."
"Breaking through the ice?" Jiang Xiaoyu was a little surprised. The ice was about ten feet thick. In fact, the grass bud under the ice had long lost the breath of life. To let it grow through the ice, this
Basically impossible.
But thinking that some monks' practices were really weird, Jiang Xiaoyu didn't say much.
Yang Sheng turned around and said, "Why can't the donor sleep?"
Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head, "I don't know either."
"It is human nature to wake up in the morning and sleep at night. The donor said that he could not sleep, maybe because the donor had something on his mind."
"Really?" Even Jiang Xiaoyu himself found it difficult to confirm this.
"If you don't mind, donor, you can come with me to observe this grass bud. The Buddha said that everything has its fate. Sometimes, observation can not only calm people's hearts, but also those who are predestined.
You will gain insights you have never experienced before.”
Jiang Xiaoyu stood next to Monk Yangsheng and tried to imitate him, carefully observing the grass sprout under the solid ice.
The grass buds have long lost their original pure green color, but upon closer inspection, there seems to be a little bit of life flowing through its fragile rhizomes.
"What did the donor see?"
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "It seems that this grass sprout is not completely dead."
"Indeed, without careful observation, no one would believe that the vitality of the grass buds under the solid ice would be so tenacious."
Jiang Xiaoyu pondered for a moment and continued: "Its life does not disappear, but is frozen. The life after freezing stops at that moment forever. In its world, time does not pass, but in our
In this world, its life should have disappeared long ago."
Yang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief and said: "The donor is indeed a spiritually enlightened person. With just a few words, the young monk has already benefited a lot."
Jiang Xiaoyu has always been a person who takes soft things rather than hard words. Someone complimented him, and naturally he felt a lot happy.
"Since the donor has such insights, why not calm down and observe with the young monk."
"also."
Jiang Xiaoyu responded, then pretended to sit up cross-legged.
His perception penetrated deep into the grass bud through the solid ice.
Although Cao Ya's body is fragile, its body is covered with countless veins. Although its veins are different from those of humans, they seem to be vaguely similar.
Some of those veins are alive and some are dead.
The context of death seems to be traceable, and the context of life seems to coincide with the way of heaven.
Jiang Xiaoyu was startled in his heart. From there, he seemed to feel that he had touched something.
Inside, there are secrets that need to be peeled off to reveal. Jiang Xiaoyu's mind could not help but be completely attracted.
He seemed to be inside the body of Cao Ya. Around him, veins of life criss-crossed and veins of death intertwined.
But whether they are alive or dead, their existence is frozen forever because of the ice.
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that the veins of these two attributes, when viewed separately, seemed a bit like the runes produced by certain spells.
One is for life, the other is for death.
Jiang Xiaoyu had an urge to imprint all these countless connections in his mind.
Perhaps, by then, the secret of life and death may unfold.
The ultimate hope of a cultivator is to detect life and death. However, Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to see something in this little grass sprout.
However, when he wanted to completely immerse himself in it, he hesitated.
In this world, is it really necessary to explore the existence of life and death?
Just like this small grass bud, life and death are on its body, well-proportioned and vividly displayed.
It is two different states that make it what it is now.
And isn’t that the same for me?
On the body, flesh and blood are regenerated all the time, and hair and skin are not decayed all the time.
Human beings are made up of this ever-changing image of life, death, decay and prosperity.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little in awe of these connections.
This is the original mystery of heaven and earth, and cultivators need to keep a just right distance from their curiosity.
His mind instantly returned to Jiang Xiaoyu's body, and he stood up suddenly.
Yang Sheng looked at him and said in surprise: "What can the donor observe?"