Chapter 251: Childhood, Cat Demon, New Year's Eve, Mounts
"Meow!"
Endless darkness struck from afar, and the little raccoon boy stood up suddenly.
Its thin body seemed to be stretched infinitely under Zhou Yi's palm.
Within its body, two transparent masses of light and shadow can be faintly seen, sometimes entangled and sometimes separated.
Zhou Yi laughed: "Why, we are about to break up, but you can't bear to part with us? Then let's continue to be together."
"Meow!"
"Meow!"
The little raccoon slave barked twice in succession, with the same voice but completely different intonations, but both emotions were full of protest.
"Amitabha, the young monk is just joking."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, raised his palm upward, and the human-shaped light and shadow pulled out from the cat's body, which belonged to Fang Ziqi's soul.
On the river beach not far away, the body that had been spliced together by magic was lying quietly.
"Fang Ziqi, after this experience, you have completed your merits and virtues and will return to the physical body immediately."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, his soul swooped down and flew into his body.
Wow! Wow!
The river is surging, and the waves are crashing against the rocks on the shore.
I don't know how long it took, but Fang Ziqi slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
"Thank you, holy monk."
From the perspective of a cat, he saw everything that happened in these days in his heart.
In Fang Ziqi's view, the holy monk was just like the one in Yeguo Temple back then. He was compassionate and practiced the law. In order to save himself, he did not hesitate to fight against demons.
This was the gift of rebirth. Although he did not express it too much because he was in a perfect state of mind, he kept it firmly in his heart.
Zhou Yi waved his hand: "You and I have achieved mutual success, no need to say thank you. What are your plans next?"
Fang Ziqi paid his respects again: "I hope to go home and visit my father."
Zhou Yi took a deep look at Fang Ziqi, he was born with a Taoist destiny, otherwise he would not be favored by the Celestial Master Tao, and would eventually offend the devil and cause evil obstacles.
When the Dragon-Ape War ends, it may be the day when Fang Ziqi truly ends his mortal relationship.
"When you go back this time, please spend more time with Mr. Fang Qingyu. After the New Year and the beginning of spring, I will come to pick you up."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, a whirlpool appeared in front of Fang Ziqi. Through the blurred light and shadow, he could vaguely see the shabby little courtyard in Guangyuan County.
"Yes, disciple, please retire first."
Fang Ziqi bowed and then walked into the whirlpool.
"Meow!"
The little raccoon slave also woke up.
It looked at Fang Ziqi's departing back, a cold light flashed in his turquoise eyes, and he grinned, revealing his small fangs.
Zhou Yi said calmly: "Don't look at it, that is his immortal fate, it does not belong to you."
"Meow!"
The little raccoon slave jumped up and threw herself into Zhou Yi's arms, narrowing her eyes like a coquettish girl and twisting her soft body.
"There's no point in being cute. If it's not yours, it's not yours. After spending so many days together, you should have already understood what little monk is like."
Zhou Yi gently stroked the little raccoon slave whose fur became smoother and softer.
Although Fang Ziqi had been the dominant one before, the little female cat's body and soul had not always been asleep. She also knew everything that had happened in these days.
"Speaking of which, you have already received so many blessings, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
"Meow?"
"Oh? You're even pretending to be a little monk. Pingjiang-kun and Fantian-jun had a secret game with you, and they gave you benefits."
"Meow……"
"Then I got the demonic essence of King Wutou."
"Meow=="
"Even Lao Zhulong secretly gave you some advice for the sake of Xiao Monk."
"Meow-_-#"
"You will definitely be so powerful in the future that the little monk won't dare to let you out, so just stay by my side."
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Lunar New Year's eve.
At the end of the year, families prepare delicious food and gather together to celebrate the New Year.
During the Tang Dynasty in China, everyone from the imperial court to the people paid special attention to saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.
Xiaojing River, Zhubie Island.
The heavy snowfall outside the island seems to be isolated by a transparent veil.
Although the cold wind is raging and the river is frozen at night, the island still has a gentle breeze and is full of spring.
Tonight, Zhulie Island is more lively than usual.
The villagers of Sengyou Village drove bamboo rafts, brought wine, fruits, vegetables, and wooden basins with firecrackers, left the peach blossom forest, and happily came to the large open space on the shore of the island.
Not long after, rows of bonfires were rising slowly.
Men and women danced in a circle, and children cheered excitedly and ran back and forth. In the center of the large circle was a large basin with firecrackers burning. Several elderly people knelt in front of the fire basin and observed the brightness of the fire.
Suddenly, a strong wind came.
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly surrounded the brazier to block the wind.
This has been a custom since ancient times. At the end of the year, a shen basin is burned to predict bad luck in the coming year based on the brightness of the fire.
Wow!
As the night wind blew, the fire rose instead of falling. It rose several feet in an instant and was so bright that it even caused the clam girls lying in the shallows not far away to cheer, chirp, and discuss endlessly.
The villagers were overjoyed, stopped dancing or drinking, and kowtowed and prayed towards the bamboo tower in the distance.
I am grateful to the holy monk for his protection.
After not returning for many days, when he returned, he found that the bamboo building had been heightened and expanded. Zhou Yi looked at the lively and joyful scene in the distance and took a sip of the longevity wine offered by the villagers.
Among the five precepts, the alcohol precept is a covering precept, not a sexual precept.
There is nothing wrong with drinking alcohol. I am afraid that after being drunk, I may have thoughts of killing, stealing, lust, delusion, etc.
Zhou Yi glanced at the sky, always feeling that he had opened his heavenly eyes with a single thought, gained spiritual wisdom through Zen, and gained spiritual enlightenment through his physical body. Somehow, the laws of heaven that shrouded his bald head had undergone some changes.
My understanding of the precepts has also deepened.
The person who upholds the precepts has the intention to be vigilant, not the precepts. If you have obtained this intention but abstain from the precepts, it will be an empty precept, and vice versa.
"If I can become a high-ranking monk on my own, discover cause and effect, and attain enlightenment, even if I don't return to secular life, I won't have to be bound by precepts, just like a certain Arhat in the legend.
But if Buddhism does not flourish and the cause and effect does not repay, the humble monk will still not be called an eminent monk."
On New Year's Eve, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, Zhou Yi also set a small goal for himself in the coming year.
While continuing to expand the underworld, we strive to open the first Buddhist temple in Guangyuan County.
There was a crackling sound behind me.
Surrounded by the hollowed-out wooden table in the high pavilion, the mountain god Xiao Qingsu, the river god Huang Xu, Zhulong disguised as a Jinghe dragon, and his doppelganger Ye Xiaolang were holding horse cranes.
At first, the three people were not happy. They all thought this mahjong game was very childish.
After all, with their cultivation level that is close to the title of a prefect, combined with their own spirituality, they can read and listen to cards without using magic.
Zhou Yi was also unambiguous and directly dropped a magic circle on the card table to prevent them from cheating by relying on their magic skills.
As a result, the three of them got more and more beaten. At this time, their faces were covered with white notes. Among them, the face of "Jinghe Xiaolong" had the most notes. Who made him famous?
Ye Yun, Si Yue, and Lin Chuan, a disciple of the Boiled Stone Sect who planned to study the alchemy path on Changliu Island, were all a little excited after seeing the cards. However, three of them were short of one, and they did not dare to disturb the holy monk, so they simply pulled.
The newly arrived young slave opened another table.
That's right, Zhou Yi finally brought Qing Nu to Zhu Bie Island and took charge of taking care of the bamboo house in the future.
The separation between Qingnu and his old master Liu Linghe was not as tearful and inseparable as imagined.
Both of them actually knew it well.
Even if the Shu Dao School will no longer trouble Qing Nu, his identity as a monster has been exposed, and the Wu'an Gang, including ordinary people, can no longer allow him to stay in Tai'an County.
Qingnu also had other plans in mind. He blamed his identity being exposed on Lu Xu, a disciple of Jiuyin Mountain, and Wu Yuan, a disciple of Beifeng Mansion.
The seeds of hatred have been planted, and I secretly vowed in my heart that when I learn my skills, I will settle the score with these two people.
Zhou Yi saw what Qingnu was thinking.
Although all pain comes from obsession, he does not want to interfere with Qingnu's decision, and of course he will not teach Qingnu his skills.
There are so many people with great powers on the Xiaojing River, Zhulie Island, and Guangyuan County. As long as they are sincere, they can learn a lot of skills.
"Ouch! Why are there so many people!"
Xiangzhu also woke up.
Looking at the lively and joyful people in the room, people walked in from time to time from the vertical whirlpool. There were beautiful and beautiful women with skin as white as snow, as well as the weird horse-faced man he had seen in Wenhe County, and the lingering...
There were bandages, a short and stocky man holding an ink pen, and even a bull-headed monster taller than the bamboo building in the end, wandering around the bamboo building... Xiangzhu instinctively rubbed his eyes, feeling that he must not be fully awake yet.
"What a real dream. Hey, little raccoon slave, you are here too!"
Zhou Yi looked at the confused little maid who was busy catching the cat, with a soft smile on her face.
In the past six months, everyone around me has made progress.
Only this little maid with the most bizarre origins is still standing still, which is too unreasonable.
Wait until next year, if there is a chance, the problem of the fragrant beads should be completely solved.
The excitement on Zhubie Island lasted from New Year's Eve to the first month of the year.
Niutou Mamian and Bai Wuchang were the first to say goodbye to Zhou Yi. The three of them still had unfinished tasks of conquering the three counties.
Soon, the Mountain God, the River God and the judge Cui Hu all returned to Guangyuan County. The incense was strong in the New Year, so they naturally needed to take this opportunity to improve the power of the incense.
Especially the River God Huang Xu, he has received a hint from the holy monk, and soon a new person will go to the River Temple to learn the incense and fire Shinto from him.
After hiding outside for nearly two months, he still couldn't avoid this job. Although Lao Huangxu was still struggling on the surface, he had already accepted his fate in his heart.
Yaksha temporarily returned to Niuzhuji. Under the encouragement of those martial arts heroes, rumors spread throughout the rivers and lakes of Jiannan Road that there was a fairy island in Xiaojing River.
More and more knights and martial arts sects are coming here to seek immortality.
Niuzhuji Water Gang naturally has a great responsibility, and is responsible for pointing out the (wrong) path for those who have knowledge of the world.
Siyue discussed with Lin Chuan, a disciple of the Boiling Stone Sect who stayed on the island, whether some young people who were loyal to the holy monks and responsible could be selected from the villagers to teach them martial arts and techniques, so that the villagers would not be able to protect themselves.
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As for Zhulong, he was afraid that he would completely confirm his identity as the Bodhisattva's mount. Throughout the New Year, he tried every means to encourage Zhou Yi, both openly and secretly, to take in the golden-winged roc, which was already running for its life like a bereaved dog.
"Bodhisattva, this golden-winged roc is a rare bird from ancient times. Even in the era when Xiaolong lived, its ancestors were considered unique in the world."
"Bodhisattva, if you don't accept it, others will not miss this opportunity! By then you will regret it too much!"
"Bodhisattva, Xiaolong Dedao Jinghe Water Mansion reported that not only the human martial arts school, but also some incense gods and masters from the Nanting River lineage are encircling and suppressing the golden-winged roc."
"The latest news is that some big demons from the Chaos Alliance have also begun secretly discussing whether to intervene."