Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

Although the old abbot didn't say much, his wrinkled face was full of sarcasm. No matter how the Taoist priests yelled and scolded him, he would respond with words.

Bu Qingyun stood far away, as if watching the fire from the other side, Wu Boli couldn't help but want to stand up and argue with them several times, but Bu Qingyun pushed him back.

After a while, a young monk rushed over with two officials. The old abbot, who had a face full of sarcasm, became weak in an instant, and lay half down next to his disciples. The young and middle-aged monks around him were stupefied at first. Standing upright, like a clay figurine, but at this moment, he perfectly coordinated with the momentary weakness of the master. He hugged the old abbot, helped him, patted his chest, and tried his breath, just like the old abbot Not long after his death, everyone sincerely called "Master".

The Taoist priests were still gloating at their misfortune at first, and noticed the young monk and the official who were rushing over with sharp eyes, turned their faces and burst out angrily, "Damn it, you've been fooled by these thieves and bald donkeys again."

The little monk rushed to the nearby place before the official dispatch, and when he saw his master and brothers like this, he immediately knelt down, took two steps to his master, and cried loudly: "You Taoist priests who seek wealth and murder, what have you done to my master! "

The Taoist priests were naturally unwilling to take the blame for this, and immediately started to make trouble again. The two officials finally stopped and asked them to explain exactly what happened.

This sentence stabbed the hornet's nest again. The monks wanted to recite scriptures, and the Taoist priests wanted to chant mantras. They were very skillful with their mouths. In the end, he lost his temper, beat each of the two sides fifty slaps, reprimanded them, ordered them to go back to their respective places, and left cursing.

When Bailong took the caught sea fish to find Bu Qingyun, it was already dusk and Bu Qingyun was sitting in the woodshed of the small temple at the foot of the mountain.

Just now when Bailong saw Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli entered the temple, he went to catch fish, because he heard the little monk politely introduced that the temple had specially prepared residences for passing monks and offered a fast meal, so Bailong didn’t give them any advice. Bu Qingyun picks apples.Unexpectedly, the so-called special accommodation is to arrange two beds in the corner of the woodshed.This made Bailong suspect that "a vegetarian meal", and regretted not picking apples for Bu Qingyun.

!Bailong glanced around the firewood room in distaste, and was a little pleased to find that Wu Boli was not there.

"What about him?"

"Maybe I went to discuss Buddhism with the monks in the temple," Bu Qingyun guessed.

Not gone.

Bai Long was a little disappointed, shook the sea fish in his hand, and said bluntly: "I want to eat fish."

Bu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and smiled helplessly, but no matter what he was like, it was not easy to grill fish with great fanfare in other people's temples.So he stood up and walked out of the temple: "Let's go to the mountains."

They went out of the temple gate, Bailong disappeared, followed Bu Qingyun around the foot of the mountain for half a circle, and walked towards the mountain.

Bu Qingyun agreed to grill the fish for himself without any objection, and now he was walking side by side leisurely in the sunset, Bailong's mood brightened, and the hand holding the sea fish shook unconsciously.If anyone was present at this time, they would be terrified to see Bu Qingyun standing next to a half-person-high sea fish dangling in the air.

After entering the mountain, the sun went down further and further to the west. Before the setting sun was about to die out, they came to a place near the water in the shade of the mountain and stopped.

The weather was dry and hot in summer, Bu Qingyun picked up enough dry branches along the way, washed the fish in the mountain stream, chose a relatively open place that would not cause wildfires, lit a fire, and started grilling the fish.

Bailong leaned comfortably against the willows beside the stream, swallowing the smell of grilled fish.

It would be great if Bu Qingyun was around all the time, grilling fish for himself all the time, Bailong was too greedy to think about it, how could he give in? Albatron...

"All right."

Bailong opened his eyes and saw that the big sea fish was roasted until it was golden in color, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. He was full of joy, and he didn't care about Bu Qingyun pinching his nose. He grabbed the branch with both hands and began to eat it. From time to time, he slipped out a satisfied "uh huh" Voice.

Amused by the little white dragon's cat-like appearance, Bu Qingyun put out the fire with water, dug a small pit to bury the bones in advance, washed his hands and sat aside, patiently waiting for the white dragon to finish eating.

Just at this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road, seeming to be walking this way.

Even though he has disappeared and no one can see except Bu Qingyun, Bailong is still vigilant!

Even he and Bu Qingyun didn't hear the footsteps, and didn't notice that someone was hiding, so this person really appeared on the mountain road out of thin air. To be able to do this, the spiritual power is not low, and he should be a relatively powerful cultivator in the world characters.Regardless of whether you practice Buddhism or Taoism, you will definitely have some concerns about the remaining aroma of grilled fish here.

Although Bailong wanted to pull Bu Qingyun away from Buddhism, 1 people didn't want Bu Qingyun to be blamed for grilling fish for him.

While thinking this way, he quickly ate the last bit of meat on the fish's tail, buried the fish bones and branches into the pit with magic, and looked at Bu Qingyun worriedly.

What was strange to Bailong was that Bu Qingyun didn't look at the uninvited guest. He naturally lowered his eyes and looked at the flowing water in the stream with a blank expression on his face.

Bu Qingyun, who was expressionless, sat on the rock normally, but Bailong was inexplicably flustered.

He looked unfriendly, inviolable, not human.

Bailong looked at him like a maniac, forgetting for a moment that there was another person who needed to be vigilant.

The uninvited guest was indeed coming this way, he walked straight towards Bu Qingyun, his eyes were only looking at Bu Qingyun.It's better to say stare than to look. If his gaze can ignite fire, then Bu Qingyun has probably been burned to ashes.

The man stopped ten steps away from Bu Qingyun.

Only then did Bai Long look at the person coming, and his eyes widened instantly.

This person is wearing a light golden monk's robe, with bare feet, holding a bamboo Zen staff in his left hand, and a string of old Buddhist beads in his right hand.His whole body seemed to be shimmering, which was an outward sign of high spiritual power. Bu Qingyun should be able to do it, but he didn't.

These are not enough to surprise Bailong.

To Bailong's surprise, the visitor looked exactly the same as Bu Qingyun.

what happened?

There are two Bu Qingyun?

But they gave Bailong a completely different feeling, Bailong didn't notice this unexpected guest at all before.If Bu Qingyun is gentle, like a calm sea, then the people coming are fierce, like a stormy ocean.

Who is he?

The white dragon turned into a dragon shape and landed quietly on Bu Qingyun's shoulder.

That man stands!

After a long time, he seemed to be sure that Bu Qingyun would not take the initiative to speak, so he sneered and called out on purpose: "Monk who broke the precepts."

This is provocative.

Bu Qingyun sighed, looking very tired, he didn't even argue with him, just asked: "What are you doing here?"

The provocation was ignored, and the visitor became ashamed, his ears turned red, and his tone became irritable: "I can't come?"

Although Bailong didn't know who he was, after watching this confrontation, he inexplicably felt that this person might look similar to Bu Qingyun, but he seemed to be much younger, and he looked like a young man who couldn't calm down in front of his elders, unlike Bu Qingyun. It looks like Bu Qingyun has lived like that for too long.

and many more……

Looks similar, much younger...?

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Bailong's claws unconsciously grabbed Bu Qingyun's shoulder.

Bu Qingyun felt a pain in his shoulder, he didn't know why Xiao Bailong grabbed him, but there was still a trouble to deal with.

"I'm just asking." Bu Qingyun's voice was still full of lingering fatigue, as if talking to someone was unbearable for him. After a slight pause, he frowned and said, "What's more, The sky is high and the earth is vast, and I, a wandering monk, can control who comes and who does not come?"

Hearing what he said, the visitor was really angry, the hand wrapped around the prayer beads even trembled unbelievably, he gritted his teeth and said, "You have to go!"

Before Bu Qingyun could say anything, the anger that had accumulated for a long time erupted from the visitor, and at the same time he seemed to be trying to control himself. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his chest heaved violently, as if he would pour out all his anger at any time. In the end, he restrained himself, clasped his hands tightly, suppressed his throat, and said: "I really hate that you look like you have nothing to do with yourself. Back then you left whenever you wanted to, but now you come whenever you want? Why? ? Don’t say that Wu Boli’s idiot convinced you, I don’t believe it.”

"You don't believe me", Bu Qingyun repeated softly, stood up, and commented flatly, "This is nothing new."

Bu Qingyun's non-salty words were like water dripping from a frying pan, and the person who came was immediately filled with anger, and even his eyes were bloodshot.

If it wasn't for the unknown identity of the enemy, Bai Long, who was often offended by Bu Qingyun's words, would even feel a little pitiful for the person who came.