The Path Toward Heaven

On the first day of the May Fair, three shocking news came.

The first news is that in the battle for the piano in the Meihui, the final winner was not the Zhongzhou School's Tianzhijiao Bai Zao, but a young girl from Shuiyueyu. The young girl was called Guodong. It was said that she was a close disciple of March, and she had an unusual temperament. She assumed the first time to practice the piano, but she was amazed by Zen, and Bai Zao was ashamed.

Anyway, it was Shui Yuezhen who won. This famous saying in the monastic world was confirmed once again.

The second news is that Tong Yan did not participate in the first day of the Meihui, but went to the old Meiyuan. He won more than 30 games in a row on the street outside the park. A master Guo University bachelor, there is one thing that is very interesting, and that is his conversation with Jing Jiu.

More important news was born in the old plum garden.

The heavenly people who countless people are looking for have been repaired here. Luo Huainan successfully met, and the content of the question had been spread, and as expected, as Jiu Jiu said, his reputation had been raised again. Many people know that Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu also entered the quarrel, but no one knows what they asked and how Tianjinren answered.

No one even knew that one thing happened last night.

Jiu Jiu entered the palace, and His Majesty the Emperor had a long talk with this now ordinary Aoyama sect disciple.

In the early morning, there was a mist in the plum garden.

Tian Jinren's behavior is extremely simple and simple. Whether it is a master of the Xihai Sword School or a disciple of Bailuyuan, he is indifferent to it. Be respected and respected.

The boy rubbed his loose eyes and came out to pick three or two red plums and put them in vases.

Officials from the Qingtian Division who had spent the night outside the park saw this picture and confirmed that the people in the sky did not leave, and quickly passed the news to the palace.

Soon, a letter left the palace and was delivered to Jingjue Temple.

Then, a letter left Jingjue Temple and was sent to the Old Plum Garden.

At that time, the boy had just waited for the red plum in the bottle and was still yawning.

After receiving the letter, Tianjin knew the content of the letter at the touch of a finger. It was not his consciousness, but the meditation attached to the letter that went straight to the heart.

The letter was written by Zenzi and invited him to meet at Jingjue Temple today.

Tian Jinren was quiet for a while and said, "Prepare a vehicle to go to Jingjue Temple."

The boy was a little surprised and a little worried.

The Zen monk with the same name as the gentleman wants to see the gentleman, maybe with the meaning of comparing each other.

Yesterday, the gentleman had vomited blood. Can he sustain it?

Chunyu stopped long ago.

Nourishing overnight, the soil is like crisp, the bluestone slab glows with faint light, just like Moyu.

The petals blown by the rain fell on the wet floor, just like the pastel just dropped by the painter.

People in the sky can't see such a beauty, but he can smell the wetness in the air, the smell of smoke from ancient temples, and the faint fragrance of petals.

He said, "Tao Li Chunfeng, you should have a glass of wine."

"Monks cannot drink."

There was a sound somewhere.

The Jingjue Temple in the early morning was very quiet. There were no morning bells and no monks walking. Those incenses that were turning into white smoke or were lit last night?

The boy had been helping Tian Jinren, but suddenly disappeared at this time, I do not know where to go.

The sound of the man's footsteps was strange, like a cat drinking water, like a horse stepping on mud.

It was a teenager with a light layer of black and crimson monk clothes half open on his head, looking very casual.

His eyes were bright and clean, but his feet were not wearing shoes, with wet mud, looking dirty.

Tian Jinren smiled and said, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines."

The young monk waved and said, "Eat what you eat is what you eat, and what you make is what you make. It is hard to say that it doesn't exist."

Tian Jinren stopped talking and bowed slightly, saying, "Zenzi calls on me, what's the advice?"

It turns out that the young monk is the zen in the rumor.

In the eyes of ordinary men and ordinary monks in the world, he is a master on par with this young monk.

But he himself knew that no matter his seniority, status, or realm, he was far inferior to the other party and was very respectful.

Zenzi said, "Your Majesty, please come to Chaoge City. What do you think?"

Tian Jinren said: "It involves my family's destiny, and I dare not refuse it on the ground that it is difficult to see the heavens. I should try my best to make peace."

Zenzi asked curiously, "I heard that you talked with your Highness yesterday for a hundred years?"

Tian Jinren did not deny it, saying, "I can only count to this."

Zenzi seemed to feel a little itchy, scratched his chest, walked under a peach tree, and scoured the wet mud on his feet.

"I asked you to come, because I received a letter from Her Majesty early in the morning."

The heavenly people cannot see things, and there is no emotion in their eyes. Calm said, "Is it?"

Zenzi said: "The ink on the letter is still dry, it should have been written just now, and my majesty should have stayed up all night, very worried."

Tian Jinren said with admiration: "His Majesty is concerned about the country and the people, and is diligent in political affairs, which is the blessing of all people."

Zenzi confirmed that the mud on his feet was almost clean, and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "National affairs? No, he was only worried about an old man."

Tian Jinren guessed vaguely, the meaning in the grey eyes was quieter and deeper.

"Is Fang Jingtian?" Zenzi asked suddenly.

When the night Jingyang Reality and Fake Dongfu opened, he already had Fang Jingtian.

Because at that moment, Fang Jingtian had a killing intention for Jing Jiusheng.

It is for this reason that he will use Jingyun to protect Jingjiu and leave.

Tianjinren did not answer this question.

The morning light has long occupied the courtyard, the sky is blue, but there is no trace of the sun.

Zenzi looked at the sky and said to himself, "Is it because of the old man's story?"

Tian Jinren calmly said, "Since Zenzi has already determined this in his heart, naturally he didn't want to hear me explain it."

Zenzi looked at him and looked at him and said, "Yes, you and I understand that everything is in the same thought. It doesn't matter if you don't say it."

Tian Jinren understood what he meant, but was still a little puzzled, and asked, "Why did Zenzi show up for this?"

"Because that young man should be considered my deceased."

Zenzi's voice is full of emotions and memories.

Then he stepped up and walked farther into the woods, unconscious of the wet mud on his feet again.

Zenzi just left.

The woods are quiet.

The marshy grass is the footprint left by Zen.

Under the broken turf, there is wet mud ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ White lotus grows in the mud.

step.

One.

This is the idea left by Zen.

The heavenly people stared at the white lotus flowers born in the dirt, with gray eyes and death.

He didn't know if he could leave alive.

(Thinking of passing by Shenyang a few days ago, and preparing to call Uncle Guan out for dinner, he was absent and despised him.)

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