Chapter 17 17. Myolie Chu (4k)
In the vast courtyard of the Vermilion Temple, there is a big brass bell under the ginkgo tree.
At this time, the ginkgo leaves are falling, and they look like snow.
"Amitabha." The monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, "It is a blessing for all living beings here in Taihang to have you."
The boy waved his hands indifferently.
Why do the monks in this temple like to talk politely, but they don't even understand the meaning of talking to people and talking to ghosts. Walking in the temple and listening to the monks' admiration and praise, those who didn't know it thought Li Xi'an was some kind of genius savior.
"This temple is clean and a good place for spiritual practice." He looked up at the ginkgo tree with a horned dragon on its trunk, and took a piece of yellow apricot leaf.
"Amitabha." The monk bowed.
"Speaking of which, girl, how long are you going to hang up there?" The young man's words startled the monk, and he looked up, only to find that there was only the snow-like ginkgo leaves, and nothing else could be seen.
The girl who was shaking the ginkgo tree trunk in the canopy suddenly stopped, her excited expression frozen on her face. Then she looked under the tree in disbelief, and found that the boy's clear water-like eyes were indeed staring at her. The girl didn't believe in evil and crept around behind the thick tree trunk. What made Li Xi'an dumbfounded was that after the girl hid her body, she poked her head out and looked at him with dazzling big eyes.
When he found that Li Xi'an's gaze had not shifted, he stuck out his tongue when he was still staring at her, and used his palm to pull open an invisible barrier, revealing it to everyone.
The monks who had higher power than ordinary people were dumbfounded. They never thought that there was a rising creature hidden in the ginkgo tree they walked by day and night.
Without this girl shaking the tree trunk, the leaves of the ginkgo would no longer flutter and lose some beauty.
"How did you see me?" The girl sat on a horizontal tree trunk, her two white and slender calves swinging back and forth.
"Donor Li, this girl is..." the monk on the side asked.
"It's not a girl, it's Ginkgo." Li Xi'an corrected.
Fierce and terrifying predators fight to obtain media and embark on the road to rise. This does not apply to flowers, plants and trees, because they cannot move and it is difficult to actively seize opportunities. Therefore, the rise of birds and animals is not uncommon in this mountainous area, but flowers, plants and trees are extremely rare. Their journey to rise is much more difficult than that of animals.
Li Xi'an looked at the girl with a look that meant she cherished her treasure.
On the contrary, the girl was offended by this look. It was clearly a ginkgo tree, but she felt like a kitten with exploding fur.
"Forget it if you don't reply to my words. What's going on with that look in your eyes? Are you pitiful for me? You still think I can't fight. Do you want to show me some signs?" The girl bared her teeth and claws.
"That..." The monk's pupils were shaking and he wanted to persuade the girl to stop. This ginkgo has a spirit, why do we have to fight and kill it? Even if we fight and kill it, what are we going to do if we provoke the red dragon?
"If you weren't just watching from above, what you said would be more convincing." Li Xi'an put his hand on the monk's shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to pay attention and just feel at ease.
The girl screamed loudly, but her buttocks seemed to be stuck to the branch, and she didn't even move. She didn't look like she was going to compete.
"Do you have a name?"
"I won't change my name if I can, and my surname if I sit down, Myolie Chu." The girl subconsciously answered with her head raised. After saying this, she realized that the boy was changing the subject and rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, hey, hey, answer me, do you want to come up and talk to me? Signs and gestures?”
"Myolie Chu..." Li Xi'an chewed the name and ignored the girl's provocation.
He looked at the monk next to him and asked, "Is your host named Chu?"
"Sorry, the presiding uncle was a highly respected monk when I was waiting for my ordination. How could we know the secular name of my uncle? Besides, after entering Buddhism, the secular name is meaningless. No one will ask about it." The monk shook his head.
"You! You you you!"
After being ignored several times, the girl finally couldn't stand it anymore, jumped down from the branch and approached menacingly, staring at the boy.
Li Xian's smile was still gentle.
The monk couldn't help but take a few steps back and gave up his position to the little ancestor. Watching the two of them looking at each other, his palms became sweaty unconsciously. In his heart, he only hoped that these two rising creatures would fight outside the temple. If something unfortunate happened, At the temple, everyone has to rest and meditate in the open air tonight.
But the girl suddenly became at ease, like a kitten whose hair was smoothed.
It's not that Myolie Chu wants to be peaceful, she is not a peaceful person. In the past, the old monk could control her, but since the old monk's death, she has become lawless. On weekdays, she likes to swing the ginkgo tree. Watching the leaves falling leaves gives her a sense of accomplishment, especially when the monk comes to clean her up.
Now she is silent.
Because the eyes of the young man in front of her were no longer as clear as clear water, those beautiful eyes turned into rolling lava when she came closer, burning with terrifying golden flames. From a monk's perspective, the changes in Li Xi'an's eyes were invisible, so he was wondering why the ancestor suddenly became quiet.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a nice person." The young man stroked the girl's smooth black hair and smiled.
The girl's body trembled.
The magnificent golden candle dancing in the eye frame presented the boy's smile in the girl's eyes, which was twisted and twisted like an evil ghost's smile. Myolie Chu listened to the descriptions in the old monk's novels about ghosts and strange things every day. No matter how gentle the evil ghost's smile was, How brilliant, I just think you are delicious.
Myolie Chu didn’t know if she was delicious, but she was afraid of ghosts and didn’t want to be eaten.
"Did an old monk bring you up?"
Although the ginkgo tree has been growing here for many years, the growth of flowers, plants and trees must be calculated based on the age of the spirit. This ginkgo tree was born not long ago. However, a ginkgo with extremely high Buddha nature could be cultivated by an old monk. Li Xi'an couldn't imagine how the monk got along with the girl. Maybe it was an old bastard bringing up a young bastard.
Myolie Chu nodded and secretly glanced at the young man's expression, thinking that if the young man opened his bloody mouth and exposed his ferocious fangs, she would uproot him and run away.
But he saw the young man reaching out and spreading his fingers.
"What...what?" The girl felt a little guilty.
"How long do you plan to hide the things that the monk asked you to give me when he passed away? It's time to take them out, right?" Li Xi'an looked down at the girl and felt more and more that the beautiful ginkgo tree was growing crookedly.
"Ah... the old man told you all this?" The girl suddenly became discouraged, "That's not right, how did you know?"
Li Xi'an looked at the girl with a calm expression, making her hair stand on end.
"Stop, stop, go get it now, go get it now."
The girl climbed up the tree. Under the gaze of those strange eyes, she didn't dare to ask for luck, so she could only use her hands and feet to climb the tree. Fortunately, the ginkgo tree was her real body, and she was very familiar with it. She climbed quickly, and after a while, she had a booklet in her hand. She bit her lip and handed it to Li Xi'an.
I can’t tell whether it’s reluctance or grievance.
"This is a practice method. The old man insisted on keeping me here and said that he would wait until the first incense customer in the temple gave it to me."
Li Xi'an opened the book and glanced at it briefly. This is an ancient practice, and the small seal characters have the same origin as the hieroglyphics on the bronze tripod. Unlike the ancient books that aristocratic families gave him as tribute, most of which were articles or speculations that recorded hidden times, this is a real ancient book.
Taking a deep breath, I thought it was a token or something, but now I feel heavy after receiving the ancient method.
"Why don't you practice with this method?" This method of practice is buried deep in history. It is many times more sophisticated than the method of innate luck. This ginkgo tree has obviously had this method for a long time, but there is nothing mysterious about it. Luck veins.
"If I can learn it, I will definitely learn it. If I can't learn it, of course I can't help it." The girl shrugged.
"This booklet is only half of it, or even the second half. I don't even know how to get started." She said in a disappointed tone. An ancient method was placed in front of her, and she couldn't start.
The girl looked up and explained the reason clearly. She wanted to catch a slightly disappointed expression on Li Xi'an's face, but no, the young man looked very solemn.
"This is a great gift." Li Xi'an said, and his mind moved the bronze cauldron to manifest, and he sacrificed all the scriptures related to Buddhism from the aristocratic families. The monk randomly picked up a book from it and was horrified by the content.
"This is the Dharma or secret treasured by the family, and it is left here."
At the same time, the elephant-shaped deer on the bronze tripod ran out, with a trace of golden light of Buddhism. The deer raised its head, and its aura turned into dew drops and fell on the girl's palm.
"The path of a monk." Li Xi'an explained.
"If you can gain some insights from it, I will take you out of the temple and give you the ability to walk in the world."
Myolie Chu finally stopped her careless expression, and her tone was a little surprised, "Seriously?"
"It's nothing compared to what I gave you today."
"Of course, the premise is that you can understand that this booklet ultimately belongs to the monk, and you have inherited the monk's legacy."
The girl put away the wisp of spirit and looked at the boy complicatedly.
"Study hard and I will take you out to see the world in the future." Li Xi'an encouraged.
He raised his hand, and the elephant-shaped deer returned to the cauldron. The young man continued to walk in the temple, with the monk still guiding him. His identity now is not only the red dragon of Taihang Mountain, but also the ancient books and scriptures left in the temple make him the real benefactor of the temple.
After walking through every Buddhist hall in the temple and walking around under the ginkgo tree, Li Xi'an stopped.
It's time to leave.
He thought, and at this moment he could feel that his Qi had reached its peak. It was only because he was carrying the medium of Taihang, and his aura blended with the mountains, that the calamity cloud did not fall. Since that day when he was granted the mediumship and started the ancient evolution, he has been in a very wonderful realm. He has already stepped into the new realm, and the spirit around him is almost overflowing. But in fact, he is not in that new realm, and his life level is no different from that of Green Flame Ginkgo.
Now walking in the human temple, Qi has risen to the extreme.
He wants to survive the tribulation.
The location is not in Taihang. If he is now in the tribulation cloud caused by Taihang, then Taihang will protect him vaguely, and he will not be able to absorb the magical substances from the thunder tribulation and truly be reborn from tempering. In the era of recovery, fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, he was the apex predator, and he still is now. If he cowers in Taihang because of fear of thunder disaster, he will be disappointed in himself.
He who cares too much about his body and loses his blood nature is a wise man, but he is not a dragon.
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In the wilderness of Shimen City, a rare heavy rain pulled down the floodgates.
The sky and the earth were dark, and the line of communication in the infinite distance was rough and blurred by the heavy rain.
A group of young people are following a rare thunderstorm where the sky and the earth suddenly meet.
Even if the upper levels deliberately hide the information, anyone who is not blind can see the majestic mountains appearing in the Taihang Clouds. The storm that enveloped the four major provinces, the drills deep in the Taihang Mountains, and the faint roars heard in the villages on the edge of Taihang all indicate that something big is about to happen in this world. The boldest among them even sneaked up on the day the mountain was closed and said they saw the sun in the mountains.
Some people say it's nonsense. Taihang is so big. What can you see if you don't even go in? The witnesses did not refute, and did not even raise their eyelids to look at this man.
This alarmed those who knew him well.
People who usually argue with people over trivial matters are now calm. Either they have changed their temper, or the arguer is just a clown in their eyes. In fact, some people have guesses about the sun appearing in the Taihang Mountains, but they dare not believe it. This is too shocking.
They knew something about the inside story. The Taihang Sacred Mountain was now the Holy Land of Immortality. Strange flowers and plants occasionally appeared, and astonishing changes occurred when someone picked them up.
This sudden thunderstorm is regarded as one of the opportunities for immortality by this group of young people who pursue secrets and excitement. So we drove and chased along the country road.
I thought that maybe getting a drop of water would make a big difference.
"Speaking of what happened to Brother Zhao, I haven't seen him in recent days." The driver noticed that the co-pilot was not a familiar handsome young man and asked.
In the past, a young man named Zhao Xingzhou sat in the co-pilot. He was well-spoken and well-informed. He became one of the core figures when he first entered their circle. It’s just that people have disappeared recently, and I don’t know where they went.
"Brother Zhao is in the hospital, didn't he tell you?" The woman in the back seat stood up and put her head on the armchair.
"What's going on?"
"I heard that I accidentally fell down the corridor and suffered a slight fracture."
The driver couldn't help but smile when he imagined Zhao Xingzhou looking so free and easy, lying on a hospital bed with a plaster on his face and unable to go anywhere.
"Hey! Front!" the woman suddenly shouted.
The driver came out of his daze in an instant and saw clearly that the road was blocked, and well-equipped strong men stood at the intersection. Thunderstorms roared in the distance, and spiderweb-like electric pillars stretched across the sky and the earth, as if tearing the sky open. This triggered a rare heavy rain in the history of Shimen. Raindrops the size of peas hit the car windows, and the wipers could not wipe them clean at all. Otherwise, there are long roads in the empty suburbs, and you won’t notice it until you walk into someone’s face.
One of the strong men made a stop sign, indicating that they would stop and open the window. Raindrops hit his face, gathering and sliding down his hard, knife-like cheeks. At the same time, several strong men were approaching them.
"You won't...won't encounter terrorists, right?"
The young people swallowed hard. They had never seen such a posture before.
Seeing no movement from the vehicle, the strong man turned to knock on the window.
The car window was finally rolled down, and the strong wind instantly brought heavy rain into the car, turning the car into a swimming pool.
The other party showed the document first.
"Vehicles cannot pass on the heavy rain section ahead!" the strong man yelled, because the rain was so heavy that the sound of rain hitting his body was heard all over his eardrums, and his normal speaking voice was completely covered.
But at this moment, another branch-shaped thunder and lightning penetrated the clouds. Such violent lightning overwhelmed all the colors in the world, leaving only black and white in the world.
The young people in the car held their breath.
In the thunderstorm clouds, they were sure they saw a twisted dragon-like figure.
(End of chapter)