Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

They fell between the mountains and forests, after Lou Jia had eaten the grilled fish, Bu Qingyun changed their clothes, he wore a green shirt, and Lou Jia changed into a white shirt, they looked like two scholars.

The two walked out and saw a small city surrounded by green mountains and green waters.

When approaching the city gate, Bu Qingyun suddenly paused, Lou Jia immediately turned his head, seeing that he just adjusted the crown belt that was blown in front of him by the wind, and then turned his head to look into the city.

This is a relatively ordinary mountain city. I don't know which dynasty it is from. There are a few street vendors on both sides of the street, and most of the people who come and go are ordinary people. Therefore, the more expensive clothes of the two still attract attention, but that is only for the rich and famous from outside. Curious, not because they feel awkward.

Lou Jia thought to himself, if Bu Qingyun is so proficient, he must often go down to play in the mortal world.

"What's the matter?" Bu Qingyun felt aggrieved when he was stared at for no reason, Lou Jia secretly laughed, he was determined to let Bu Qingyun know that his questions were not answered.

So Lord Bailong snorted softly, and stepped into the tea shop first. He heard from the sparrow that the tea shop is the one carrying the banner with the word "tea".

Thinking of sparrows, Lou Jia's eyes darkened again, Bu Qingyun ordered tea, and while the tea customer was not paying attention, he used magic to clean the big rough pottery tea bowl that was served earlier.

The tea shop in the small town only serves ordinary crude tea, but there are tea mountains here, and it is just after the Qingming Festival. The freshly roasted green tea, although it is an unknown variety, tastes quite good, and quickly returns to sweetness after the bitterness. It seems that you can taste the fresh vitality in green tea.None of the spiritual teas in the comprehension world, which are full of aura, have this vitality.

Holding the large pottery teacup in your hand, there is a special kind of plain and comfortable, and the common people as far as the eye can see are also living a plain and peaceful life by themselves.

Lou Jia whispered to Bu Qingyun: "Is the realm of comprehension really better than the mortal world?"

He doesn't like the cultivation world very much.

"Everyone has a different opinion," Bu Qingyun answered quickly.

The truth seems to be the same, each eye is attracted to each other, the monk Bianji at the Xie Xie Conference still loves Qingyun, it is all voluntary from the bottom of his heart, even if others think he is blind, can he still force him? Mind, let him not like it?Whether it's good or not is in everyone's own eyes, not in the eyes of others.

But Lou Jia didn't want to ask "everyone" about it!He clearly asked Bu Qingyun, so he asked, "What do you think?"

Bu Qingyun saw that Lou Jia was looking straight at him, insisting on waiting for an answer, and said with a low smile, "They are not much different to me."

"Obviously it's quite different," Lou Jia retorted unconvinced.

Bu Qingyun explained: "This is just a corner of the mainland. If you look down on this world, there will be battles and darkness. If you stay for thousands of years, this city will also experience ups and downs, and it will also be annihilated. Time and space. What you see is different, but the cultivation world at that moment when you and I came here is different from the one here and now."

It seems to be very reasonable, but Lou Jia doesn't recognize this truth.

Lou Jia frowned, until he saw the wild fruit in the hands of the children on the street, he had an idea, and retorted: "Nai fruit is different from longan, the difference is the difference, you can't excuse that they have seeds after eating, and the seeds will It grows into a tree, and the tree will bear fruit, so they are not much different. If you put them in front of me, their size and taste are very different to me at this moment, aren't they?"

After finishing speaking, Lou Jia looked at Bu Qingyun with a little complacency, wanting to see how he would refute or admit defeat to himself.

Unexpectedly, Bu Qingyun just smiled, "Well, what you said makes sense."

Lou Jia frowned, stared into Bu Qingyun's eyes, and said what he observed: "You didn't refute me. You didn't agree with me either."

At this moment, the smile on Bu Qingyun's face is gentle, and there is a trace of nostalgia mixed with that gentleness, Lou Jia can't help thinking, what moment does Bu Qingyun miss him and himself?Lou Jia almost became jealous of that self.

"I don't want to refute you," Bu Qingyun said softly, "You don't need to refute me. I have my beliefs, and you have your own reasons. This has never hindered you and me."

Lou Jia just wanted to quarrel with Bu Qingyun, but he didn't expect to get such serious words, and what he said made Lou Jia inexplicably sad. He thought for a while, and said dullly: "So you always refuse to answer my questions? Because I I didn't believe in your way before, so you want me to see and think for myself, don't you? Then I believe it now, and you say 'there is no difference', so I believe 'there is no difference', okay?"

Bailong's dull voice softened Bu Qingyun's heart, and he deliberately joked: "Why do some people despise the monks in the cultivation world who have different opinions and want to learn from them?"

!Hearing that Bu Qingyun compared himself with those monks who didn't agree with each other, Lou Jia immediately widened his eyes. Bu Qingyun saw that he was in good spirits, so he comforted him: "You don't believe it in your heart, so why force it. When you think about the past, I'm afraid you will have to worry about it because of it." Today, I became angry from embarrassment, if you refuse to talk to me then, will it be on you at this moment, or on me?"

Lou Jia also blurted out on the spur of the moment, thinking about it calmly, he really didn't want to believe in Buddhism at all, and even secretly hoped that Bu Qingyun would not believe in it either.Although he didn't have a complete memory, he always felt that those Buddhist teachings were ahead of him, so he was naturally displeased.

Bu Qingyun couldn't say it right now, so he could only whisper: "Who would become angry from embarrassment!"

"It's me, it's me", Bu Qingyun coaxed without principle.

Tsk, Lou Jia glanced at Bu Qingyun in distaste, but looking back, what Bu Qingyun said tacitly agreed that they would always be together, and immediately threw the dispute to the horizon, his mood changed, and he held rough Pottery tea bowl for drinking tea.

Bu Qingyun slightly hooked the corners of his lips, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

In a better mood, he took a sip of tea, and Lord Bailong thought about it, and said to the tea bowl in a low voice, "Am I bad-tempered?"

Bu Qingyun insisted without opening his eyes: "Nonsense."

Lou Jia narrowed his eyes with a smile, and caught a glimpse of the vendors selling poles outside the tea shop. They were all wooden objects, and there was only one big object, a wooden disc with a handle. He yelled, it turned out to be a pot lid.

He suddenly remembered that the male sparrow had said to the female sparrow that what kind of pot and what kind of cover they are, they are a natural pair.

Bu Qingyun opened his eyes, and saw Lord Bailong smiling like a cat stealing a fish.

Experienced the excitement of the tea shop, the two continued to move forward, what they saw was nothing more than an ordinary market place, but it was not interesting, Lou Jia was eager to see new things and walked slowly, Bu Qingyun didn't rush, just fit the identity of a wandering scholar.

Towards dusk, Lou Jia wanted to stay in an inn, but no matter how clean the mortal inn was, it was hard to escape the eyes of the eye. With their five senses, Lou Jia couldn't stand the "new house" that the waiter said, and the smell emitted from the bed pillow mat The smell of sweat, and the invisible finger marks and oil stains on the tables, chairs and beds made Lou Jia frowned.

Bu Qingyun didn't seem to care, he was about to sit down while talking, Lou Jia couldn't stand it, he dragged Bu Qingyun and ran out of the inn without even asking for the room money.

In fact, they cleaned the room with spells, and they followed suit!

But even so, Lou Jia still felt uncomfortable all over, so he dragged Bu Qingyun and ran away.

Lou Jia, who felt that he lost to Bu Qingyun, kicked the stones on the road depressed, Bu Qingyun deliberately teased him: "The inn in Hermit Town is still clean, isn't it?"

Lou Jia raised his leg and just kicked it, but the wind was loud and the rain was light. That foot finally stepped on Bu Qingyun's shoe lightly, leaving a gray shoe print.

Bu Qingyun sighed in a drawn-out tone: "Some people like to be clean..."

He seemed unhappy if he didn't offend Mao Loujia. Loujia raised his foot and wanted to stamp his other shoe, but Bu Qingyun took his hand and said mysteriously: "Take you to a good place."

Lou Jia forgot about the seal, and followed Bu Qingyun out of curiosity.

Even though it was after dusk, there were still two or three pedestrians on the street, two men walked through the city holding hands, causing pedestrians to look sideways, but Bu Qingyun and Lou Jiahun didn't care, they were so intimate that they were grandiose.

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The "good place" Bu Qingyun brought Louka to was a ruined temple outside the city.

To be precise, it is the top of the ruined temple.

The ruined temple is close to the mountain, and the two people standing on the top of the temple can see both the mountain and the city. At this moment, the sunset is burning red like fire, and the purple and rose-red clouds are all over the sky. The tired birds in the forest outside the city return to the mountain, and the roofs of the city The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, which is an evening view of the mountain city in spring.

Sunrise and sunset, rest and recuperate.

Lou Jia once again felt the vitality of the mortal world, which is thousands of times cuter than the spiritual energy.

There is the fragrance of forest trees in his breath, as well as the smoke of burning firewood.

Lou Jia said to Bu Qingyun: "I still feel that the mortal world is better than the cultivation world. This place is alive. Many monks there are just not dead, but they don't seem to be alive."

Bu Qingyun didn't refute, he could understand what Lou Jia said, as always, he looked at his white dragon tenderly.

"You said this is just a safe place." Lou Jia suddenly laughed, turned to look at Bu Qingyun, and demanded, "I want to overlook this world. I want to see that what you have seen is 'the same'."

The sunset was reflected in Lou Jia's beautiful eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun covered him with warm light.

Bu Qingyun placed an almost holy kiss on his forehead.

"I'll take you."

After saying that, the warm palm covered Lou Jia's field of vision, and in an instant, the residual heat from the warm sun on his body disappeared, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the boundless sea of ​​stars.