Princess Xiu, who was sitting on her knees on the deck, covered her mouth, her eyes were red with tears in her eyes.
For as long as she can remember, this stalwart man who taught her and raised her like a teacher and a father has always smoked his pipe, frowned all day long, and rarely smiled.
No matter how much I tease him, it's hard to make him really show off.
Tonight was the first time she saw her teacher, so high-spirited, singing heartily, and laughing happily.
It was as if the vast world and the turbid world were no longer under his eyes.
This kind of Yan Qu Mansion is the teacher and father she has always longed to see.
Soon, Princess Xiu's eyes fell on the equally majestic and majestic white-robed monk standing in front of her.
The expressions on his face were complicated, including shock, awe, gratitude, and...
"Thank you...monk."
"Uh... Amitabha?"
Zhou Yi didn't turn his head, his face was calm, his eyes were indifferent...actually a little dull.
What on earth did I say again?
Why do you remember that I didn’t say anything?
Wait, the young monk seems to have said something... Oh, isn't it just a quick wit to change the topic, plus a Buddhist pretense to suit the occasion?
After saying this, Xiao Monk even forgot about it.
Yanqufu actually had an epiphany!!!
What a god, the king of brainstorming... Who is he? He has such an enviable brain!
Under the moonlight, the mist still lingers, and the majestic and melodious singing floats far away, echoing among the mountains and rivers.
Wow... Wow...
The fish, shrimps, river crabs in the river seemed to be alarmed and came to the surface one after another.
And under the river water a little further away, a huge yellow shadow floated up, like a giant boat prostrate under the water, piercing through the waves and swimming quickly.
As Yan Qufu's singing became louder and louder, the rhythm of tapping the pipe in his hand became faster and faster, and the breath swirled upwards, constantly breaking through.
The singing stopped suddenly.
Snapped!
The pipe doesn't stick.
Yan Qufu closed his eyes.
Immediately he opened his eyes again, raised his eyes to look at the moon, and saw two rays of light floating in his eyes.
A majestic force surged out of the pipe.
It is discharged across the deck into the river.
A hundred steps away, the river surface shook violently, like a strong wind passing by. Then with a roar, water columns as tall as small trees rushed up, forming a circle on the river surface.
"I can see the human soul now."
After Yan Qufu finished speaking, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, and he raised his pipe.
The huge force then dissipated.
The river gradually returned to calm.
The wind blew gently, and suddenly there was a burst of heroic laughter.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have successfully broken the soul today. From now on, we have another soul-watching master in the world of Middle-earth."
Yan Qufu turned his head to look, his pupils narrowed.
There were two more people, their bodies swaying, both coming on the waves.
The former is a man with a yellow beard wearing a red robe and a silk scarf.
Behind him was a general wearing copper-colored armor and holding two swords.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were approaching.
The former walked onto the deck with a smile and greeted Yan Qufu.
In the past, Yan Qu Mansion would have been extremely surprised.
But after witnessing the holy monk slaying the demon, it seems that it is no longer surprising that other weird and bizarre things happened tonight.
"Thanks to the holy monk Yichen, I, Yan, can re-certify martial arts."
Yan Qufu turned towards the young monk who was meditating under the moonlight, feeling increasingly unfathomable.
"Previously in the Xu Mansion, the holy monk used thunder as bait, leaving a sword rhyme to cut into my state of mind. This is called breaking first."
"Today I will say goodbye to Axiu. The holy monk came to the west on the waves and killed the demon with one sword. However, the demons in my heart were suddenly dispersed. I only felt that the sea was vast and the sky was high. This is called standing up afterward."
"How virtuous and capable is Yan? He can be condescended to by a holy monk to help him break down and then stand up. He can fly to two levels of martial arts in one night and directly realize the soul contemplation. From then on, he finally enters the realm of realm."
After Yan Qufu finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
Axiu followed the teacher and paid homage to Zhou Yi.
"Amitabha, Teacher Yan's words are harsh. In fact, the junior monk did not do it intentionally. He was just talking nonsense. Teacher Yan does not need to thank the junior monk."
Zhou Yi said truthfully.
The monks did not lie, but I still underestimated the power of Yan Qufu, the king of brainstorming.
"The holy monk... is so humble. He is worthy of being a great virtuous person in the world. Yan has received the teaching."
Yan Qufu showed emotion on his face and looked at Zhou Yi with even more respect.
Axiu blushed again. Compared with the monk's broad mind, she had been too narrow-minded in the past.
Even Huang Xu, the leader of the Yuqing Kingdom, looked at Zhou Yi differently.
Which of the human warriors who can break through the soul-obsessing world is not a genius, and is one of the best among men?
Watching the soul can already be called a realm, and one can faintly trace traces of the Tao.
Simply speaking in terms of skill, he is not weaker than the person with the title of County Lord.
Even though he, as the leader of the Yuqing Kingdom, was playing the flute in the water mansion, he sensed that there was a human warrior breaking through the ghost watch, and he hurriedly emerged from the water regardless of the beauty of the vocal music.
If you do good deeds to yourself, you will naturally congratulate and make friends with them.
If he does evil to himself... then kill him as soon as possible.
After all, Guanhun warriors can already pose a threat to themselves.
However, this Yichen could clearly offer a huge favor to the soul-watching master, but he humbly shied away from it and treated it like a trivial matter.
Is this monk really so transcendent?
Zhou Yi turned a blind eye to Huang Xu's passionate gaze that kept looking towards him.
He thought for a moment, and then said to Yan Qufu: "The young monk is here tonight. In addition to seeing you two off, I also have an unkind invitation."
Yan Qufu said quickly: "Holy Monk, please tell me. Don't say one, even if there are a thousand or ten thousand, Yan will be able to handle everything."
"Then there are two. First, don't call me holy monk again."
Yan Qufu smiled casually and said: "Then...Master Yichen. Is that enough?"
Zhou Yi sighed softly, shook his head slightly, and stopped worrying about the title.
"Second, the young monk wants that Buddhist scripture."
"Buddhist scriptures?"
Yan Qufu was slightly stunned, and then asked strangely: "What Buddhist scripture?"
Zhou Yi stared closely at Yan Qufu's eyes, and after confirming that he was not lying, he said: "That's the one that was once secretly collected by the clan. Fourteen years ago, there was an alien who asked for it from the clan but was rejected. Later, it was collected by you
The Buddhist scripture that was taken away from Chang'an City."
"Does this... exist? Why don't I remember it? Think about it..."
Yan Qufu did not deny it immediately, but lowered his head, frowned slightly, and fell into memories and thoughts.
The content in the small black letters has always been an objective description.
Advantages and disadvantages.
Seeing Yan Qufu's expression of racking his brains, Zhou Yi suddenly felt something in his heart.
"The Buddhist scriptures mentioned by the young monk may not necessarily exist in the form of volumes. Teacher Yan, think back carefully. When you left the capital fourteen years ago, did you take anything related to Buddhism with you?"
Yan Qufu was startled, as if he remembered something, and the expression on his face was indescribably weird.