Chapter 45 Meditation and Confession (a new week, a good start)
So, little monk, he almost became a son-in-law who could ride a dragon?
That's the Dragon King's son-in-law!
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"You're so drunk after a few dishes. Monk, please sober up. Before you return to secular life, I won't allow it!"
Zhou Yi put the lines of small black characters into the air.
All joking aside, no matter what, the development of things is generally under his control.
Successfully killed the ghost car.
Happy to get the green smoke.
Not only does it once again strengthen physical fitness in all aspects, but it also expands the scope of the small black letters for the first time.
Conclusion: Obtaining green smoke is indeed related to killing monsters yourself, and you can obtain related small black characters from it.
Question: Can you get green smoke by killing all monsters and ghosts? Or do you have to kill monsters within certain conditions?
For example, do evil monsters need to be killed?
Kill the monster that hurts people's lives?
While killing monsters, do you also need to save people?
Wait, these haven't been clarified yet.
But at least one thing is clear...
"The next step is to let the monk fight monsters. It's not a big problem."
Zhou Yi put his palms together, his eyes were clear, and he whispered the Buddha's name.
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When I passed the bamboo courtyard, I met a monk and talked to him, so I had half a day's leisure.
Zhou Yi didn't need to look for other monks to take some time off, he was already very free himself.
But it was rare that I wanted to find someone to talk to. Neither Xiangzhu nor the intestine slave came to the small building today. Another slave came to bring Zhou Yi breakfast.
With nothing to do, he checked the sword pills and horse shadows in his body.
The two are very quiet, standing opposite each other. Although they are close, they do not disturb each other.
"You, Ma Ying, were born out of Yima Fugu, and you are recognized by Jianwan, so you shouldn't be too weak."
Zhou Yi had some expectations in his heart.
However, he has no plans to try it for the time being. God knows what kind of commotion it will cause if it is released.
A certain demon king who doesn't know where he is hiding is eyeing it with covetous eyes.
This method of Vipassana, which can be controlled at will, is just like the method of transmitting sounds into the secret. No one taught Zhou Yi, and he never learned any secrets on his own.
Just because the green smoke enters the body, the health-preserving power circulates, and the body and mind fall into a world of extreme tranquility... Then the sudden enlightenment of an idea will come naturally and naturally.
"The mind is as still as water, and the enlightenment is in Zen... Stop it, stop it, I am a monk who is about to retire, what are you thinking about? Don't think about it, don't observe it, don't get caught up in it, just be quiet."
Zhou Yi breathed out gently, emptying his mind and no longer being obsessed with everything inside and outside.
He sat cross-legged casually, raising his head to watch the clouds rolling in and out of the building. He didn't care whether to leave or leave, enjoying the extremely quiet world around him.
Little did he know that the state of meditation came so quietly.
time flies.
In a blink of an eye, it was almost evening.
Familiar footsteps came.
When she was young, a pink maid with delicate features carried a copper pot and a food basket, shook the wind chime on the pavilion, then lifted the door curtain and walked in.
Her steps suddenly stagnated, and the familiar scene in front of her was poetic and picturesque, with a mysterious and mysterious rhythm, as if all the things and disturbances in the world were peeled off layer by layer from the round bald head.
Xiangzhu stared blankly, feeling that deep inside her body, the cocoon-like seal was peeling off layer by layer.
"Mistress Zhu, you are late today."
Zhou Yi had come out of meditation and joked.
Xiangzhu woke up suddenly, feeling that the seal in her body had formed a cocoon again, and couldn't help but secretly regret it.
"Master, please forgive me. I just met Mr. Young Master and asked me a few words. I was late just now, so I hope you will understand me."
Zhou Yi looked intently.
I saw Xiangzhu stirring the copper pot with his head lowered, his expression respectful and pious.
This was the look on her face last night when she rescued Chen Chi and his mother and returned to her.
Zhou Yi was already a little sleepy at the time and didn't take it to heart, but now he felt extremely awkward.
As for the reason, he can roughly think of it.
After all, he killed a monster last night, which was definitely shocking in the eyes of the world.
Zhou Yi sighed softly: "Xiangzhu, talk nicely. Didn't you always call me sir before?"
Xiangzhu pursed her lips and hesitantly asked, "How about calling me a holy monk?"
Zhou Yi said helplessly: "Forget it, let's wash your hair first."
Enjoying the gentle touch of Xiangzhu that he had never experienced before, Zhou Yi asked: "What does Mr. Xu Xiaolang want from you?"
Xiangzhu lowered her eyebrows like a young daughter-in-law who had just passed through the door and said softly: "Reporting to the Holy Monk, Mr. Xu Xiaolang has discovered that the slave has found another residence for the Holy Monk, so he came here to ask about it."
Zhou Yi looked down at the goosebumps on the back of his hands, and then looked at Xiangzhu, who was holding his voice and speaking more and more weirdly... Although the previous Xiangzhu was a bit willful and liked to think about things, he was straightforward with himself and said what he had to say.
Also comfortable.
This little flatterer in front of me really makes the young monk feel uncomfortable.
After a while, Zhou Yi sighed: "That's enough, stop acting. If you have anything to say, just say it."
A strange light flashed under Xiangzhu's drooping eyelids, but her voice was lowered: "Slave, I want to borrow the help of the holy monk."
"A helping hand?"
Zhou Yi subconsciously glanced at the unicorn arms in his monk's robe.
Then the eyes he looked at Xiangzhu became stern.
"Xiangzhu, you should know that some private matters cannot be borrowed from other people's hands. What's more, I am still a monk."
Xiangzhu was startled, biting her lip and wanted to follow the car, but it didn't fit the atmosphere deliberately created today.
The fingers were tangled and extremely tangled.
Zhou Yi looked at the silent fragrant beads and suddenly smiled: "What's more, how do you know that I can definitely kill Xu Wentai?"
Xiangzhu's body trembled slightly, her face suddenly changed, and her eyes flashed like cold light.
Just a moment later, she realized what a terrifying existence was sitting in front of her. Without daring to take a breath, she asked cautiously: "Monk...what do you mean?"
Zhou Yi laughed loudly and pointed at the fragrant beads: "You are a little maid. You usually call me sir, but you still think of monk in your heart."
"Tch, who keeps you from growing hair... Monk, do you really know how to predict things? Or maybe you can read minds? How much do you really know?"
The arrogant little maid from before gradually returned.
Zhou Yile said: "It doesn't matter how much the young monk knows. What matters is how much you are willing to confess and what your current feelings are."
Xiangzhu was silent for about five or six times, then he raised his head and his eyes became clear and flawless.
"My real name is Zhao Zhu, and I am a fourth-generation disciple of the Yinmen, the oldest earth magic inheritance sect in the world.
More than two years ago, I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain, hide my name, and enter the old residence of Xu Mansion in Wenhe County...
...waiting for an opportunity to assassinate Xu Wentai, the prime minister of the dynasty who is about to retire."
Xiangzhu's words are exactly the same as the description in the small black characters.
Zhou Yi was not surprised by this, but was very satisfied with the frankness of the Pearl Maid.
It seems that the trust in her can be raised to another level in the future.