chapter47
The next morning. When Tan Jinxue woke up, she vaguely saw a black streak flying up from the bed, and after a while, there was no black shadow, only the black feather pheasant sleeping obediently in the nest. He casually slid his fingers across the bed beside him, not surprisingly, he found that there was still some warmth there, and the corners of his lips curved.
Jin Ze pretended to be asleep in his "nest", his heart was pounding.
There were a few knocks on the door.
The monk changed his clothes, tidied up a bit, and walked over to open the door.
Baitu immediately jumped into the house. "Master Jinxue, I learned a new spell!"
She had been delving into the mustard seeds last night, immersed in the infinite mysteries in it, and she didn't close her eyes all night. It's also fortunate that her prototype gave her a pair of red eyes, and she couldn't see them even if she didn't sleep all night.
Not being able to fully transform into a human being is actually a manifestation of not being able to cultivate.
She enthusiastically showed Tan Jinxue her new move, and after a trick, a small blue flame burst out from her fingertips.
The monk smiled and clasped his hands together, and said, "Benefactor Bai is indeed talented and intelligent."
The heroine has a great opportunity. Although her foundation is weak at the moment, she is actually a genius. She doesn't even need to dial anything. There are thousands of cultivation cheats in Sumi Mustard Seed, but she immediately finds the one that best suits her current situation. In just one night, a small entry has already been made.
The blue flame danced lightly in the air with the girl's fingers, but it seemed not to be affected by the air flow at all.
Yanxin faintly glowed with a dark blue color.
The Black Feather Pheasant couldn't help but look up from his nest.
—Ghost Lotus Frostfire!
If it wasn't for Fengmingshan's collection of isolated copies, he might not be able to recognize this long-lost technique just by relying on the cluster of flames on the girl's fingertips. Ghost Lotus Frostfire not only has great power, but also is useful for refining weapons. A cultivator who is familiar with ghost lotus frost and fire is almost destined to become a great and extraordinary refiner.
For a cultivator, the most important thing is the natal magic weapon and various magic weapons. It goes without saying that the craftsman's important position is.
This peerless skill is actually only one-thousandth of that mustard seed! At first, I thought that the mustard seed was just a common storage space among practitioners, and there were some entry-level booklets in it to talk about the cultivation method, but I didn't expect such a powerful method to exist!
Baitu flipped a flower on her wrist, and put away the small cluster of blue flames. She glanced at the black pheasant that stretched its neck involuntarily, "Oh, you lazy bastard, why don't you crow and announce the dawn when you wake up? It's harmful to others." They all overslept!"
Jin Ze was so angry that he almost jumped up.
Really think he is a chicken? !
Tan Jinxue said to Bai Tu: "Benefactor Bai rests for a while, it will be better after breakfast."
Bai Tu knew that this kind beauty was helping the stinky pheasant again, so he was a little reluctant, "I'm not sleepy!"
The monk said indifferently: "It will take at least five or six hours for the flame to be released freely." He glanced at Bai Tu and said again: "Beginner cultivators have not yet been free from external disturbances, and lack of rest is inevitable. It will affect entry."
Bai Tu blinked, and suddenly found that Tan Jinxue had unknowingly used the tone of "Master".
She immediately felt flattered.
—Master Jinxue is concerned about her!
After a few turns in her mind, Bai Tu happily hopped back to her room.
The white tortoiseshell cat in the corner only turned to take a look when blue flames appeared from the girl's fingertips, and then turned back with interest.
"Gold benefactor, we will have dinner later." Tan Jinxue said gently and authentically.
The bird's golden eyes blinked at Tan Jinxue, and the black feather pheasant stepped out of the room with its head held high.
Tan Jinxue walked towards the corner.
The white hairball squatted in the corner, looking like he was facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes, but actually he looked sullen. Hearing the monk's footsteps, the cat's ears moved quietly.
"Don't be angry." Tan Jinxue squatted behind the cat and said softly. She stretched out her fingers and lightly touched the hairy back of Chu Zongzi's neck.
The cat arched forward and ignored him.
Tan Jinxue chased after her fingers again, "The visitor is a guest, you are used to being wild, you can't always be rude to guests."
The cat still seemed unmoved. The small ball exuded a sense of grievance inexplicably.
But he didn't object to Tan Jinxue's gentle fondling. The monk's slender fingertips brushed against the cat's soft fur, carrying a warm temperature.
Quietly, the tip of the white fluffy tail involuntarily rubbed against Tan Jinxue behind.
Tan Jinxue looked at the tuft of soft white fur stretching out to her in a calm manner, the corners of her lips curved.
about there.
"How about you sleep on the pillow tonight?"
The white fur ball immediately turned its little head around, its blue cat eyes gleaming, when he saw the smile on the monk's face, he immediately reflected it, turned back angrily, flicked his tail, and the white fluff on the tip rubbed Pass the monk's palm.
This is a "consent".
Tan Jinxue laughed softly, and Zong Zi became angry when he heard the sound of monks touching each other like jade beads, and stood up suddenly and ran out of the room.
Breakfast is still porridge and side dishes.
The green japonica rice produced around Jingze Lake is washed three times with cool well water, and then carefully boiled with the active spring drawn from the back of Yunji Mountain. Three side dishes, the same sour and crispy radish, the same green bamboo shoots with montmorillonite flowers, and the same plain white mushrooms with mountain almonds.
Baitu drank two bowls of porridge alone.
The black feather pheasant at the side stood on the stone bench in the yard, just enough to reach the table, and there were two small plates with clear spring water and peeled pine nuts.
But Zong Zi ate his breakfast food, ate up the white fungus and sour radish, and picked out all the almonds one by one.
"This is the first time I've seen a cat eating radish!" Baitu watched in disbelief as the cat carefully peeled off the slightly old part of the bamboo shoots with its paws, and the movements were graceful.
"And the food is finer than a human!" She added angrily.
She felt the cat stare at her.
Bai Tu flicked his fingertips, and the faint blue flames appeared again.
Tan Jinxue glanced at it, "The ashes of things ignited by the ghost lotus frost fire are highly poisonous, so don't use them for fun."
Baitu obediently put the flames back. Then he asked curiously: "Master Jinxue, don't you have no cultivation? Why is there such a powerful thing as Sumi mustard seed! Also, why do you know so much!"
Tan Jinxue added a small plate of porridge from the mountain spring to the white tortoiseshell cat, watched the white-haired dumpling obediently sticking out its tongue, and licked the porridge in small mouthfuls, then turned slightly to the white tusk and said: " Although the poor monk has this skin, he has no cultivation, but he has studied many books in the mustard seeds since he was a child, and he knows a thing or two about the myriad of things in this world."
He said again: "The bodhi seed in your hand was left by the master of the poor monk as a gift."
Baitu opened her mouth wide, "Wow, then Master Jinxue's master must be very powerful! But why didn't he let you leave Yunji Mountain?" She rolled her eyes and said, "I heard a saying that read ten thousand volumes Books are worse than traveling thousands of miles!"
The monk's hands froze. He still looked as calm as water, and said lightly: "The poor monk also wanted to travel thousands of miles to practice Zen, but it is more important to keep one promise."
Zong Zi at the side suddenly spit out a grain of Ershan almond, and the nut flew towards the white dodder sitting opposite him with incomparable precision.
Just when the almond was about to hit the girl's face, she raised her hand reflexively, and a cluster of faint blue flames spewed out from the palm, instantly burning the almond to ashes.
Baitu himself didn't react, he stared at his palm for a long time, with a shocked expression on his face, "Wow, I'm so good!"
When she thought of something, she immediately raised her head and asked Tan Jinxue: "Master Jinxue, such a precious treasure as the mustard seed, you will lose it after you give it to me!" The girl carefully took out the bodhi seed from her purse, With a look of heartache, he still handed it to Tan Jinxue, "I've already started, master should keep the baby!"
The monk smiled. He shook his hand lightly, and then said: "The bodhi seeds were originally made in a string of seventy-seven forty-nine grains. The beads broke when the master passed away. I still have some here."
He said it lightly, but Bai Tu and Jin Ze beside him were already stunned, with disbelief on their faces.
There is mustard seed Sumeru in a bodhi seed. Thousands of profound meanings have been dreamed by countless cultivators. It is enough to kill tens of millions and bleed. The monk who wanted to have a total of forty-nine!
One bodhi seed has already made the white dodder, whose foundation is not firm and cannot even hide its shape completely, master the secret method of ghost lotus frost fire. If it enters the realm overnight, if there are forty-nine bodhi seeds, I am afraid that it can be done with a flick of a finger. Stepping through the void, you will be able to prove the Dao.
——However, the number one beauty in the world is clearly possessed of a supreme talent, but for some reason she cannot cultivate.
It's like a blind man holding all the books in the world in his hand!
It took a long time for Baitu to accept this amazing fact. She quickly glanced at the black feather pheasant, feeling a little worried.
Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. The title of the most beautiful woman in the world has already made it difficult for the monk Jinxue and the Baiju Temple to clean up. If the news of the shocking treasure is spread, I am afraid that Yunji Mountain will be tainted with blood.
In order to win the treasure, the cultivators are crazy enough.
Jin Ze was still in great shock, his first reaction was how could such a secret be said casually, as easily as talking about today's weather or the temperature of water for making tea.
If someone leaks out, the beauty will be in danger!
He also looked at Baitu warily.
One person and one chicken had a pair of eyes, each felt a ray of defense in the other's eyes, but felt a little relieved.
"By the way, Master, if you can't leave Yunji Mountain...how did these come from?" Bai Tu changed the topic and asked, pointing to the side dishes on the table.
Although there are many local specialties in Yunji Mountain, the Jingze Lake Bijaponica rice alone is not available near Yunji Mountain. After getting out of this deep mountain and dense forest, at least it takes Yu Jianfei to fly for an hour to find a place that sells green japonica rice.
Before she fell into the barrier, there were only Tan Jinxue and Zong Zi, one person and one cat, and Zong Zi didn't look like she could transform. This snow-white tortoiseshell cat spirit is very strange, extremely human, and never steps out of the edge of the enchantment.
I want to come... because I am afraid that I will forget Master Jinxue and not find the way back.
Tan Jinxue smiled, and there was obvious happiness in his smile. For a while, Baitu and Jinze were stunned.
"It's a friend of the poor monk, who often sends some things to the temple." He said.
"It's almost time, and he should be here just in time. The poor monk is going to meet him. Donor Bai, Donor Jin, please take care of yourself."
The monk stood up and walked towards the barrier.
Prepare a piano, a small table, and make tea in the pot. The tea is the green leaf tea from the mountain behind Yunji Mountain.
The white tortoiseshell cat seemed unhappy, and squatted in place without moving. On the contrary, Baitu and Jinze watched the monk prepare all this alone, and followed them curiously.
The monk sat alone by the small table, boiling water and pouring tea. His robes were plain, and his movements were simple and elegant.
Both the girl and the Black Feather Pheasant were fascinated by it, and after a long time, they heard the monk speak softly, like rings intersecting each other.
"Pei Yun, you're here."