Chapter 1039 Ye Zijin
Although there were people in the ancient realm who swallowed the ancient foundation-building grass and became foundation-building monks, they called for wind and rain in the ancient realm, recruited people, and temporarily formed small forces to **** resources.
The little-known Qi-training Dzogchen counterattack against the foundation-building monks became famous for a while.
A female cultivator was drugged by a monk from the Holy Land. The male cultivator bravely fought to defeat the monk from the Holy Land and went to **** with the female cultivator. After the incident, the male cultivator felt guilty, but the female cultivator only said it was an accident, but actually she had a secret love.
There were a series of situations such as the secret struggle between monks in the Holy Land for the position of successor.
But these have nothing to do with Xin Ding and Yu Youlan.
In order not to attract attention by leaving the ancient realm early, the two of them stayed in the inner hall for three days without going anywhere.
In fact, it was mainly because Xin Ding was afraid of attracting attention. As a saint, Yu Youlan was not afraid of coveting her. She stayed in the inner hall to accompany Xin Ding.
Chixiao Ancient Realm is closed, and everyone will leave the ancient realm automatically.
“How was your harvest?” Zhi Kong saw everyone coming out and was curious about their harvest.
"I only found one ancient foundation-building grass." Xin Shen took out a foundation-building grass. This was only found at the end of the third day.
"It's good to find the foundation-building grass. Just put it away." Zhikong comforted him.
“I didn’t find the Foundation Establishment Grass, but a piece of Ghost Essence dropped when I converted the ghost.”
“This piece of ghost quality is very good, you can buy two foundation-building pills.”
“I found one.”
“I found two plants.”
“I found six.” The monk who practiced Qi Dzogchen said. After saying this, he glanced at Xinxin provocatively. He was the one who had previously suggested that it was traditional for the old monk to teach the new monk.
“I actually found six plants!”
“It’s so awesome.”
There were sighs one after another in the Wu Monk Monastery.
"Junior Brother Xin Ding, where are you?" The monk seemed to ask casually. He had never seen Xin Ding when he was in the ancient realm. It was expected that this kid must have been afraid and hid, and never went to find the Foundation Establishment Grass. .
Xin Ding hesitated for a moment, feeling that this senior brother seemed to be provoking, but also seemed not to.
He took out a handful of ancient foundation-building grass from his arms and said slowly.
“I found ten plants.”
“Ten plants?!”
“How is this possible?”
Everyone was surprised, even Zhikong was a little surprised. Finding the foundation-building grass is not just as simple as luck, it must also involve fighting. He was determined that he could not reach the seventh level of Qi training, so how could he win over those who were at the ninth level and Qi training level? Dzogchen?
Just when everyone was surprised and envious, the crowd not far away became restless, and it was Yu Youlan who ran towards this side.
“Little monk Xin Ding, I’m leaving first, we will meet again!” Yu Youlan winked at Xin Ding and showed a playful smile.
This time it was not just the Wu Monk Academy. All the monks who came to participate in the Chixiao Ancient Realm were surprised. Yu Youlan had never shown such an intimate attitude to anyone!
What happened to these two people in Chixiao Ancient Realm? !
I recited Amitabha in my heart, and I don’t understand why everyone reacted so loudly. We are all monks, shouldn’t we regard women as pink skulls?
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Xitian Temple, abbot’s courtyard.
The old man in the gorgeous cassock seemed to be frozen, and Heizi was unable to fall down. Finally, he sighed softly and stopped insisting: "Junior brother, you win."
The old man in coarse linen clothes was not surprised by the result of the chess game: "Brother Mingyu, you are too anxious to play chess."
The old man in the gorgeous cassock is Master Mingyu, the abbot of Xitian Temple, and the other is the hidden master of Xitian Temple, Master Minghuai who cleans the Sutra Pavilion.
"You're right, I've been feeling restless lately, and I feel like something big has happened." Master Mingyu sighed, and he could only tell this to Junior Brother Minghuai.
“A big thing?” Master Minghuai wondered what big thing they could encounter in Xitian Temple.
“I can’t tell what it is, I just have this feeling.” Master Mingyu shook his head. He had practiced Zen all his life and had some premonitions about things in the dark, especially things about Xitian Temple.
“But it’s also possible that my recent practice has been impatient and my mood is a bit unstable.” Master Mingyu laughed at himself.
“Speaking of mood problems, I’m not the only one. Do you know Ye Zijin?” Master Mingyu thought of another thing.
“Have you heard that he is causing chaos in the Buddhist country, building temples, forging Buddha statues, and promoting false Dharma?” Master Minghuai did not care much about external affairs.
"Almost the same, but the most important thing is that he talks very irritatingly. The elders have some complaints about him and always want to catch him."
Master Minghuai smiled indifferently, thinking it was just a trivial matter: "How can words be irritating? It seems that the younger generations are not yet at home in cultivation."
Master Mingyu nodded: "I think so too. That's why I have been ignoring Ye Zijin. I hope the elders can realize their own shortcomings and cultivate their state of mind through this method."
Master Minghuai picked up the broom and stood up to say goodbye: "No more chatting. A thief has entered the Sutra Pavilion. I will go back."
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On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, a sneaky figure was looking around for something.
“Haha, you are so brave as a young man, you stole something into this Scripture-Depository Pavilion.”
The figure was startled, not expecting that he would be discovered.
He looked back and saw an old man sweeping the floor at the end of the corridor, who had appeared here at some point.
“Farewell!”
The figure turned around and ran away.
“Young man, don’t leave in a hurry. Why don’t you play chess with the old man?”
The figure's expression flickered, and he saw a chessboard in front of him, and the old man sweeping the floor was sitting opposite him.
"Are you Ye Zijin?" The old man sweeping the floor had cloudy eyes, but he could see through the identity of the figure at a glance.
"Yes." Ye Zijin knew that he couldn't run away, so he had to play chess with him.
The two of them were playing chess and chatting.
“You can practice to the middle stage of integration at a young age, so many people can’t catch you, you are young and promising.”
“Do you know that this game of chess is actually a person’s life, whether it is a black stone or a white stone, you need to think carefully before you can make a move without regrets.”
“Old man, I am getting older and would like to chatter a little more.”
"Senior, whatever you said, it is a blessing for the younger generation that the older generation can teach it."
"There are not many young people like you who are willing to listen to me, old man. In Go, layout determines the pattern. In life, planning determines the future. You went astray and became a Taoist sect. There is no limit to the sea of suffering and you can turn around. It's still too late. Look back..."
The old sweeper saw that Ye Zijin was polite and not as annoying as the rumors said, so he wanted to give him a few words of advice.
Ye Zijin landed the last white piece and was a little embarrassed: "Uh, old man, I won."
The old man sweeping the floor was stunned. He loved playing chess and had never lost before. He didn't expect that he would lose to a junior today.
It was just a game of chess, and the old man sweeping the floor didn't take it seriously. He stroked his beard and laughed: "I'm old, I'm no longer useful."
Ye Zijin quickly apologized and said, "You are still young." (End of this chapter)