"They originally refused to lend it, but I told them the secrets of Buddhism. They were influenced by my Buddhist teachings, so they gave me this book." Master Yijie said with a smile.
"..." Gu Fenghua and his friends staggered and almost fell directly from the clouds.
It seems that the most powerful thing about this Master Yijie may not be his cultivation level at the level of Emperor Saint, but his boundless Buddhist teachings.
"What happened later?" Luo Enen asked.
"Later, I looked through it several times and felt that a person who could write such a masterpiece must be spiritual and intelligent, and has a connection with my Buddha, so I went to see the true face." Master Yijie said seriously.
"Uh..." Gu Fenghua and his friends retching at the same time. In front of Ye Wuse, they didn't want to say much, but blood is blood. I really don't know where he got the spiritual essence and wisdom heart and me from.
Does the Buddha have the conclusion that fate?
"You don't want to see what the so-called fairy of Qingchi looks like, right?" Luo Enen tilted his head and looked at Master Yijie suspiciously.
"Ahem, I am a monk, how could I have such thoughts? In my eyes, women are just red and pink skeletons. I just want to see his wisdom." Master Yijie put his hands together and put them on again.
He looked like a monk with great face, but his neck was red.
Well, no need to explain, Gu Fenghua and others have already understood it. Just as Ye Wuse had a deep affection for the Fairy Pond, this Master Yijie also moved the fairy of the fairy in Qingchi.
I have to admit that it is hard to say whether Ye Wuse has a Buddhist connection, but the two of them are really destined to be, and even the ordinary mind is exactly the same. However, Master Yijie is lucky and found Ye Wuse, but Ye Wuse
The one I found was the uncle who snatched his feet.
"I think we'd better hurry up and hurry up." Although Gu Fenghua and the others didn't say anything more, Ye Wuse noticed the joking smile in their eyes, so how could he not know what they were thinking?
, the obscene face of the uncle who snatched his feet appeared again, blushing, and flew forward faster.
...
After Gu Fenghua and others left for several days, Qingshuang Valley returned to its previous dead silence.
Two figures passed through the sky like meteors and fell into the valley.
"Master, didn't you say you wanted to see Senior Brother Mangshan? What are you doing here?" a young man asked in confusion.
If Gu Fenghua is here, you can recognize this young man at a glance, which is Duan Yixing, the clerk of Duan Qingyun, the envoy of Qingyun.
The middle-aged man next to him who seemed to be in his forties and had a cold face was naturally Duan Qingyun, the envoy of Qingyun.
"I found out his soul energy a few days ago. It should be nearby. Why is it no longer here?" Duan Qingyun frowned and said in confusion.
"Maybe Senior Brother Mangshan has something else to do, and he has left, but it may not be certain." Duan Yixing said with a guess. The valley was lifeless, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"He was seriously injured by Lu Wuding's old man back then. He finally found a place to stay, so how could he leave easily?" Duan Qingyun shook his head and said.
"Then where did he go?" Duan Yixing looked around and said to himself.
Duan Qingyun stopped talking and slowly made a few handprints. The sky, which was originally shining with bright sunshine, was filled with clouds, and a black air appeared in the valley. Gradually, it condensed into an old figure and a sword light.
Just as he was sank into his chest, the old figure disappeared.