Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

It was still the ruined earth temple, and it was still Bu Qingyun, but Bu Qingyun was not alone.

On the ice bed created by the white dragon, a dark-skinned young man sat with his back facing Bu Qingyun, with his half-faded clothes piled up on his waist, and Bu Qingyun's hand was on his back.

Master Bailong has never eaten pork, but has seen pigs run. Such a big ruined temple, where can't you put your hands, where do you have to put it?The back is black, the hands are white, and the contrast between black and white is so strong that the eyes are blinding. Bailong immediately became unhappy. He searched through his memory and found a "crime". Isn't this what ordinary people call "hands and feet"? ! "Indecent"!Bu Qingyun is wrong, very wrong.

Satisfied with finding an excuse for his dissatisfaction, Master Bailong rushed down and put on a very majestic posture, and angrily scolded Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun withdrew his hand from the back of the young man of the foreign race, looking at the angry little white dragon hanging in front of his eyes, he felt a big headache.

He really didn't expect Bailong to show up easily when other people were present, and now he couldn't explain it clearly—not to Bailong, but to the person on the bed.

Bai Long didn't expect Bu Qingyun to be silent. The well-informed Lord Bai Long was even more dissatisfied with Bu Qingyun's arrogant attitude. With a flick of his tail, two apples smashed towards Bu Qingyun through the air with a swift whistling sound. Qing Yun hummed displeasedly: "My lord asks the crime, how dare you not answer."

Using spiritual energy to lift the smashed apple back, Bu Qingyun had a helpless expression on his face, and was about to introduce each other to the two sides, but the dark-skinned foreign youth got off the bed more quickly than a monkey, and knelt down in front of Bu Qingyun. Bye, he said with surprise on his face: "Master is right, you have already attained Bodhi, you are the great Buddha and Tathagata, and even the Dragon God is close to you!"

What he spoke was not Chinese, but the language of a country in the west, but the other two people present could understand it.

After finishing speaking, he threw himself on the ground again, and fell all over in front of Bu Qingyun, muttering scriptures with strange accents in his mouth, and Bai Long was stunned by his overly pious appearance.

Bu Qingyun stepped aside, avoiding the man's prostration, and explained helplessly: "Jin Zhi, I've said it, I'm not."

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The young man insisted on finishing the scriptures, and after another obeisance, he stood up and patted Bu Qingyun's chest with a proud look of "I will keep it secret for you".

Bailong didn't know the ins and outs, and was stunned in midair by the series of performances of the dark-skinned youth.

He has only seen mortals worship their ancestors and gods so much. Bu Qingyun and this dark-skinned young man are obviously not of the same race, so they cannot be the ancestors of this young man. So, did this young man misunderstand Bu Qingyun as a god?

Ordinary people always have so many stories to tell. Bailong believed in gods, ghosts, ghosts and demons at first, and searched everywhere curiously, but the stories of mortals are all fake. never seen.

Thinking of being cheated into heaven and earth by mortal stories, Bailong was even more unhappy, and patted Bu Qingyun's arm with his tail.

Jinzhi couldn't explain it, so Bu Qingyun had to give up temporarily, and explained to the impatient Bailong: "He is a monk I know. His Chinese name is Jinzhi. He was injured on the way to find me."

Oh, it turned out to be injured.

Bailong tilted his head, and looked up at the dark-skinned young man with rare eyes. Even the scales were so numb that they would explode. He subconsciously slid around Bu Qingyun's neck. In a second, he couldn't help worshiping the two of them, Bailong looked away in fright, washed his eyes at Bu Qingyun's chin, and opened his mouth to ask a bunch of questions:

"He's not from the Central Plains, how did you know him? Why is it a Chinese name? Isn't that what his original name was? Why did he have a Chinese name? What did he come to see you for?"

After listening to Bailong's series of questions, the black-skinned young man's eyes were not only sensual, but also fanatical. Listen, even the dragon god cares for adults so much, what else can we say!

Bu Qingyun's head hurts.

"Dragon God, please listen to my explanation." Seeing that Bu Qingyun didn't answer immediately, the dark-skinned young man immediately acted for the adult, singing in Chinese with a slightly different accent, and replied, "The adult is the mentor who led my master into Buddhism. It is the Venerable Sita known to everyone in Tianzhu. I really can’t finish my sacrifice and contribution to the promotion of Buddhism without a long list, but my lord! Is too humble and low-key, unwilling to accept the honorary title, and unwilling to be worshiped by the Sangha , quietly returned to the land of Han. The master was very worried, so he sent me to look for him, hoping to welcome you back to participate in Bodhi Bodhisattva. My real name is Wu Boli, and my Chinese name is Jinzhi. The Chinese name is still taken by the adults. How can such a lowly kind of Chandala step into Buddhism."

Bai Long listened silently, and only moved his tail slightly until the last sentence.

He knew Bu Qingyun for only a few days, and from the very beginning he felt that Bu Qingyun was not an ordinary person, not to mention that he had been watching the world from the clouds for a long time, and he had seen many strange people and strange things, so what the black-skinned young man said was not too much Surprised him.

But it was the first time he heard a mortal mentioning that he was a bitch in such a proud tone, as if it was a matter of course.

Of course he knows that there are distinctions among mortals. They have been good at fighting since the day they were born. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. , from tribe to dynasty, has never changed.

But it's the first time Bailong sees him so naturally thinking that he is a low breed.

He glanced at Wu Boli strangely. This is a tall and healthy young man with slender and powerful hands and feet. Some scars and thick calluses show the hard work of the young man. She can be described as beautiful, especially her pair of big, feminine eyes.Perhaps it was because the contrast with Bu Qingyun at first glance was too strong, but now, looking carefully, Wu Boli's complexion is not so much black, but rather light brown, with long slightly curly black hair, like a young man. lion.

Not to mention the young man's rather elegant conversation, and he even knows Chinese.

Such a young man called himself a low-born, which really puzzled Bai Long.

But Bai Long didn't particularly care.

As he digested Wu Boli's long answer, Bailong was aroused by Bu Qingyun's part, especially Bu Qingyun's reaction to Wu Boli's words. There was resistance and entanglement, as if he didn't want to mention the past at all.

Why doesn't a monk who is worshiped in a country where the Buddha established the country even want to mention it?

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Bailong blinked, drew a small cloud to cover Bu Qingyun's mouth, and then seized the opportunity to ask Wu Boli: "You call him 'Master', what is his name in Tianzhu? How did he come to Tianzhu? As your master's mentor?"

Wu Boli didn't seem to notice Bailong's "gag" behavior towards Bu Qingyun, and replied reverently to the dragon god: "Although my lord ordered me not to mention his name and erased his dharma name, but Wu Boli Bo Li still keeps in mind the alias of your lord's travels to Tianzhu. Back then, your lord's alias 'Qiaosong' traveled to Tianzhu, and there must be good deeds in the places you walked. My master was deeply moved when he heard your lord's good name, so he gave up the position of prince He became a monk and followed by the side of the lord, and was accepted as a disciple by the lord because of his intelligence and pure kindness, and officially stepped into Buddhism."

Bridge pine?

It's just a casual pseudonym.

Bailong wagged his tail lazily, then stopped suddenly... Does Bu Qingyun's name resemble his real name?

Standing up and glaring at Bu Qingyun through Xiao Yunduo, Bai Long turned his head and continued to ask: "What good deeds has he done?"

So good that he hooked the other princes away?

U Boli raised his chest proudly, and replied: "Your Excellency once gave up his arm to feed a hungry tigress that had just given birth, and he also cured it."

"Enough", Bu Qingyun managed to force Xiao Yunduo who was blocking his mouth to disperse with spiritual power, and immediately stopped Wu Boli, "Ji Zhi, you talk too much."

Being reprimanded softly by Bu Qingyun, Wu Boli seemed to have been convicted of a serious crime, his face turned pale, and his whole body faded away.

Bu Qingyun sighed, "I didn't blame you."

Wu Boli looked at him with tears in his eyes.

Lord Bailong couldn't stand it any longer, flicked his tail, commanded imposingly: "You, go out, I have something to talk with 'Qiao Song', you guard the gate."

As soon as Wu Boli heard that there was a task to do, Wu Boli immediately cheered up, bowed to the two, and walked steadily outside the ruined temple to stand guard.

Bu Qingyun's eyes flashed, and the next second he was already in the layers of clouds. He looked around and saw a sea of ​​clouds. In front of him was a man in white sitting on the clouds. Master Bailong folded his hands and stretched out his face. With a cold look, he said in a deep voice, "You lied to me."