Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Eight: Brother, Brother
"What can you do if you don't die?" Qi Dangdao smiled when he heard this, turned to look at Xuan Zheng and said: "Not everyone in this world is like your master, who can see through life and death. Some people can do anything because of their immortality.
Sometimes life is more important than anything else."
"I understand." Xuan Zheng's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment, and his thin figure walked towards the temple with a slight desolation.
Qi Dangdao watched Xuan Zheng disappear from his sight. It didn't seem like a good thing for him to come to Qingshan Temple today. He had lost to the chubby monk Xuan Xie in the martial arts competition before, and he had lost to Xuan Zheng in the discussion just now.
Xie, it can be considered a good thing to make things difficult for Ichiban, a Taoist leader.
After thinking about it, Qi Dangdao smiled helplessly, picked up the linen cloth in the basin, and continued to wipe the wall.
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On the other side, Xuan Zheng had just stepped into the temple when he saw Xuan Xie walking out with two wooden barrels in his hands.
"Master didn't ask you to describe the Jingxin Sutra, so why are you using the bucket?" Xuan Zheng asked with a frown.
"Master said that the water tank is out of water. If I go and fetch two buckets of water, Buddha will forgive me and I can become a Buddha."
"Then let me help you." Xuanzheng stretched out his hand and thought about taking the bucket from Xuanxie. If it were normal, Xuanxie would have handed it over with a smile. It would be a good thing to have someone to help with the work, but I don't know what happened today.
, Xuanxie turned sideways and dodged.
"You don't need me to help you?" Xuan Zheng asked doubtfully.
"Master said, I must carry water by myself, otherwise the Buddha will not forgive me." Xuanxie replied with a serious face.
Xuan Zheng smiled helplessly when he heard this, nodded and said: "Then I won't help you dive, I will accompany you to the creek."
"You don't need to chant sutras today?" Xuanxie asked doubtfully.
"No chanting." Xuan Zheng shook his head.
"Is that possible? Master said, you are a good material for chanting sutras, and I am a good material for practicing martial arts. From now on, it will be great for us to be both civil and martial arts! You must not be lazy and not chant sutras." Xuan
He replied with an evil smile. When he looked up, he found that Xuan Zheng had already walked far away, so he quickly picked up the bucket and chased after him.
"Brother, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?" Xuan Zheng is in front and Xuan Xie is behind.
"I want to become the most powerful monk." Xuanxie replied with a smile.
"What if it doesn't work out?" Xuan Zheng asked.
"Ah? What did you say?" Xuanxie was very busy fiddling with the bucket in his hand.
"I mean..." Xuan Zheng looked back at Xuan Xie, the words came to his lips but he didn't say them out.
"What did you say?" Xuanxie finally got two buckets.
"I said you can't become the most powerful monk in the future." Xuanzheng sighed.
"Impossible, I'm so good, my master said I'm so good." Xuan Xie curled his lips, looking unconcerned.
"real."
"Why? Why can't I become one?" Xuanxie shouted unhappily.
Xuan Zheng turned his head and glanced at Xuan Xie, stopped, looked at the majestic mountain peaks in front of him, and said softly: "If I also want to become a warrior monk, will you let me?"
Xuanxie was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded and said: "You have let me do it since I was a child. If you really want to become the number one monk, I will let you do it. But the master said that your understanding is good, and you are suitable.
Zen meditation is not suitable for martial arts training."
"Then I won't chant sutras from now on and will only practice martial arts."
"It's not a waste. It's better to let me practice martial arts and you chant sutras, so that I can protect you." Xuanxie scratched his head and replied.
"No, I want to practice martial arts."
"Do you really want to practice martial arts?"
"I really want to practice martial arts."
Xuanxie slowly put down the bucket in his hand and walked to Xuanzheng. His expression had never been so serious: "Brother, do you know something?"
"I don't know anything."
"Then why do you practice martial arts?"
"Because I want to practice martial arts."
"Do you know that my level will get lower and lower, so you want to practice martial arts?"
Xuan Zheng suddenly turned his head when he heard this, looking at his younger brother a little strange.
"Do you all think I can't understand?" Xuanxie asked with a smile.
"You...you all know?" Xuanzheng sounded a little surprised.
"Of course I know. In fact, I can understand everything. My level in this life will only get lower and lower, not higher. That's why I am so powerful now, but I will not be so powerful in the future, but I am
Pretending not to know anything, because as long as I know, I have to practice martial arts and maintain my current state. That would be too tiring, so I might as well pretend not to know anything." Xuanxie explained softly.
Xuan Zheng was shocked. He never imagined that his younger brother could say such a thing today.
"But I'm not lying to you. I really want to become the best monk in the world, but I have no chance. I will never return to the Immortal Realm in my life. How can I become the best monk in the world if I don't ascend to the Immortal Realm?"
Xuanxie smiled when he said this, and said with Xuanzheng's shoulder: "It's okay now. The best monk in the world rests on your shoulders. If I can't do it, I still have you!"
Xuan Zheng looked at his younger brother and didn't know what to say. His eyes were filled with shock and shock, because he couldn't imagine how cruel it would be to ask his younger brother to give up this dream. Xuan Xie had been talking about becoming the best in the world since he was a child.
A powerful person will become the most powerful monk in the world when he arrives at Qingshan Temple. But at some point, he knows that he will never enter the Immortal Realm in his life.
That time Xuanxie did not cry to Xuanzheng to complain like usual, but buried the matter in his heart. He knew that he could not tell Xuanzheng about it, because Xuanzheng would be sad and would feel sorry for him
sad.
If he hadn't met Qi Dangdao today and let Xuan Zheng hear those words, Xuan Zheng might never know the truth.
It turns out that his very powerful brother, who helped him fight every time, turned out to be so pitiful.
Ordinary people will gradually improve through cultivation, but their younger brother can only stand still or regress, no matter how much effort he puts in!
"Practicing martial arts is very hard, are you ready?" Xuanxie turned to look at Xuanzheng and said with a smile.
"Is it hard? Is it hard to chant sutras?" Xuan Zheng asked.
"Haha, it's definitely not as hard as chanting."
"Let's go get water."
Xuan Zheng turned around and ran towards the creek, while Xuan Xie followed behind him holding two wooden barrels in a funny manner.
"Brother, will you be better than me in the future?" Xuanxie asked as he walked.
"If I don't surpass you, how can I become the best monk in the world?" Xuan Zheng replied with his lips curled up.
"Then if others bully me in the future, do you have to help me?"
Xuanzheng Chen was silent for a moment, then replied with a smile: "Before the age of thirty, brothers will help brothers, after age thirty, brothers will help brothers, so that no one can bully us two!"
"OK."
Xuanxie agreed, then picked up the bucket and ran towards the stream with great strides.