Chapter 18 Ascetic in front of Buddha

"Ah..."

At dawn, a harsh scream came from Zhuque Street, pressing down hundreds of roosters in Liujing.

Zhuque Street, 7th floor of Moyun Building.

The girl blushed and covered her little mouth tightly. The teenager on her upper body looked at her confusedly, as if she didn't know her.

There was a silence in the building, and the needle fell could also be heard, and the young girl's big eyes were wide and small.

After a long time, An Bochen reacted. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he only felt that there seemed to be something abnormal in his lower abdomen. Looking down, I saw a thing that I had never seen before standing tall, with wet clothes and clear outline. An Bochen was suddenly stunned. Thinking of the scene he saw when the girl came in, his face turned red and fell into the bathtub with a "plop".

This fall completely shattered the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that An Bochen found. In addition, the method of fetal breath was also thrown cleanly. It fluttered three or four times in the bathtub and choked five or six mouthfuls of water. Only then did An Bochen struggle to stretch out his head.

But he only dared to show his head. His body was huddled in the bathtub. An Bochen's face was red and his eyes were free.

The morning wind brushed the wind chimes hanging in the corner of the eaves, and the "claps" sounded. In addition, the seven-story building was silent.

The young man curled up in the bathtub, looked out of the window with flowing clouds and cold water, and his mind gradually became clear.

The scene in the dream flashed his eyes, but An Bochen knew that it was not a simple dream. It was clearly a battle between water and fire in his body. The fairy house sighed that the immortals did not know that he was the fairy house. In the mountains and rivers composed of those meridians and acupoints, the time seemed to be much longer than in reality. The white fire of the Duke of Huo was injected last night, but the white-haired old man said that it was coming last year. Liu's fine fire was left at noon yesterday. In the mouth of the old man, it was five years ago, but there was no The tangible water was obtained by taking elixir four years ago, but the beautiful water god said that she had been here for more than 15,000 years ago...

Roughly, An Bochen is clear. In reality, an hour corresponds to a year of time in the mountains and rivers in the body.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen dissipated the trance in his mind and couldn't help recalling what happened today. It seems to be my great luck, and I successfully got the opportunity to set foot on the road of practice - the innate fire, which is no different from those adventure scenes in the play, but in fact it is thrilling step by step.

If there was no fine fire left in the Shenque Cave, how could he keep the Shenque Cave in the hands of the Duke of Huo? If there is no white fire that the Duke of Huo intends to destroy his divine acupoint, how can he compete with the invisible water and bring himself into the feeling that has not been known until now? But if Mr. Li didn't want to refine himself into human elixir and quietly implant it into invisible water, how could he leave those two silk fires in the Rosefinch Martial Arts Museum yesterday?

Everything seems to be irrelevant, but it is interlinked. As long as there is less than one section, not to mention the innate fire, it is difficult to save your life.

Thinking about it, there was a trace of fear in An Bochen's heart. His eyes flashed, and the fire flashed faintly in his eyes.

An Bochen was in a daze as usual. She fell into the eyes of the girl opposite her, but her mood fluctuated and could not calm down for a long time.

Just in that scene, even if half a column of incense has passed, the "red girl" still can't be erased from her mind. Naturally, what shocked her was not the thing that the teenager stood up, but the illusion that she was young and floated on the water like nothing, and her eyes were suffocating.

At that moment, the red girl clearly saw the light of the morning light spread on the teenager, as if to isolate him from the world, and at the top of the teenager's head, there seemed to be something trembling and shaking, just like the ancient book - "There is a god who raises his head three feet, and breaks the god. Mingxiu Avenue.

An Bochen doesn't understand all this, but the "red girl" from the first family in the State of Wu knows that scenes like An Bochen's previous will only happen to the top Tianpin monks, such as his ancestor who has lived for many years.

The ancestors once told her that there may be countless paths to the divine master in the world, but only two have succeeded.

One is, like her, step by step, and strive for it all her life. On the other hand, the ancestors did not say in detail. They just said that it was a dangerous and dangerous shortcut. In short, it was only a few decades long, but it was life-threatening all the time, and it was banned by the five great masters of Da Kuang. Once it was found, it would be killed.

She looked at An Bochen in a dazed way. The red girl was in a complicated mood. She vaguely felt that if it hadn't been for her, just now, the little servant in front of her might really be able to break the three-foot god and become a god master. Although it was a little incredible, it was full of infinite mysterious feelings at that moment, which made her have to believe.

The little servant I picked up casually almost became a god in just five days... Is it true that you really have the life of a popular girl?

She shook her head and smiled. The girl left this inexplicable idea behind her mind and looked at the dawn outside the window, looking indifferently.

Silence.

The young girl began to think about their own thoughts again, and no one spoke again.

I don't know how long it took, and the long silence was finally broken.

"Why do you come and drink my bath water when you have nothing to do?"

"Where did you go last night?"

......

The two looked up and asked each other at the same time, and then their faces turned red.

"It's a good thing to say that I told you before that I told you not to come to the jade hall. Humph, it's a shame to see you drinking this girl's bath water when you come back early in the morning..."

"Red Girl" joked as usual, but before she finished speaking, she was interrupted.

"Why did you leave?"

Hearing the words, the girl was suddenly stunned, and then fell silent.

There was a trace of anger and suspicion in An Bochen's question, which had hardly happened in the past few days. Admittedly, An Bochen had doubts, doubts about the girl's background, doubts about her purpose, but there has never been a merciless question like today. The original simple and honest little servant could no longer see any shadow. In the morning light, although the teenager sat in the water, his eyes were bright, as sharp as a sword that had been buried for more than ten years, which made the girl a little uncomfortable.

For a moment, the girl suddenly became boring. If other women saw the change of An Bochen, she might be curious and then have a good impression, but she would never.

"I'm wrong."

The girl said with a blank face, looking indifferent, quietly hiding the thing in her hand in her belt, and then smiled faintly.

"But it doesn't matter. From today on, you will officially embark on the road of practice. Let's go, take out your thousand taels of gold, and then give me the fairy secrets. This play can also be regarded as an act. Let's say goodbye."

The girl's laughter was as soft as ever, but the estrangement and indifference inside stunned An Bochen, and the indignation on her face faded, and she turned back into a harmless little servant.

An Bochen has a gentle temperament. After a mistaken birth, he became more and more indisputable. However, when he saw the red girl who came back early in the morning, he couldn't help but be annoyed. He didn't know whether it was because of being seen by her, or because of the fire of cultivation, or because of the life and death that almost made him desperate last night. Robbery.

But now, seeing the girl's strange eyes and unconcealed indifference, An Bochen suddenly lost his heart.

What are you bothering about?

I have embarked on the road of practice, and thousands of taels of gold will also be in hand. Everything is so wonderful... Is it that you can't bear to part with her?

It turned out that I was angry just now because she left last night...

The corners of his mouth were bitter. An Bochen hesitated and did not explain. The thrilling experience last night was also swallowed back by him.

It was originally a heaven and earth. She was a flying hu. I was a field frog by the river. In my father's words, hey hey, never let yourself get involved with those dignitaries. They give you a cake, and you can't stand it.

Although Dad's words are simple, they are full of reason.

I can meet her, get everything I want, and ask for anything else.

"I'll take you to find the fairy secrets."

Calm down, as light as water, An Bochen said in a low voice.

A red-haired girl nodded and did not open her mouth again. She just stared at the three-inch-long hole in the window lattice and frowned.

The hole was caused by the white air that An Bochen exhaled when he woke up.

The Tibetan Jade Hall is more than 20 feet wide and long, and An Bochen is also more than ten feet away from the window. The white gas he inhaled casually broke through a hole in the solid iron window, and there were no cracks, which was enough to show that the white gas was extremely fast and strong enough. Even the Tianpin monks were out of the dust.

He could let An Bochen do it again, but it was almost impossible. What he didn't know was that after the white gas penetrated the window lattice, it did not dissipate.

......

Daqin Capital, Fahua Temple.

Tens of thousands of monks knocked on the wooden fish, shouted the Buddha's horn, and the momentum grew.

The State of Qin is located in the northwest of Da Kuang. In ancient times, he lived by water and grass. Men were good at riding and fighting. They were tall and strong. After the capital was established in Xianyang, Buddhism suddenly flourished, which was known as "one city, one hall and three hundred temples" in the countries of the Kuang Dynasty.

The group of monks of Fahua Temple argued, which was very lively. The incense guests were shoulder to shoulder one after another, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, but the backyard was a few deserted. In the backyard of the temple, there is a small Buddhist hall. There is an old monk sitting in the temple. He is ordinary and not amazing.

"There has been a change in Liu's country."

For a long time, he said.

"Is it that Lord Huo has played any tricks again?"

The old monk sat on the head of a young monk, dressed in a snow-white monk's robe. He was outstanding and outstanding. With a smile on his handsome face, he was even more romantic.

For the daughters of the Qin family, the first regret in their lives is this teenager who sits alone in front of the Buddha and reads the scriptures with a smile all day long.

The ascetic monk in front of the Buddha, who lost his kindness in his previous life, if he got the face Xu, the green silk marquis white head.

"No, although the Duke of Huo is strong, he is old and unbearable, and it is difficult to make a difference. Just now, a divine teacher was born in the State of Liu.

The old monk is like this, and the young monk still smiles.

"So, does Master want me to go and have a look?"

"Exact, it's your first trial."

"I have been guarding the Buddha for 16 years, and finally let the apprentice go out of the temple for trial. Is it that the world will be in chaos?"

Three steps in one word, the Buddha's mind is natural, but the old monk sitting on the side is as usual, as if he has been used to it.

"Go ahead, don't kill. Amitabha..."

"Good."

The young monk got up, raised his robe, and shook off a thick pile of dust.

Just as his forefoot was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked up at the ten-foot golden Buddha behind the old monk.

The golden Buddha looked down, his eyes seemed to be open, and the golden light was like a sky.

Suddenly, a gap broke from the young monk's forehead, like an open eyelid, revealing a vertical eye and looking directly at the Buddha.

"Okay, don't kill people."