Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

Bailong ate grilled fish, listened to an incomprehensible conversation, and followed Bu Qingyun back to the woodshed of the mountain temple. After all, he disliked the small and dark woodshed, and saw the fasting meal that the monks in the temple had already brought and put on the ground. Flicked its tail and flew away.

Although there was only one candle, Bailong's eyesight was excellent, and he could still see the so-called vegetarian food clearly. There were two bowls of porridge in a dark wooden plate, half of the bowl was filled with water, and some boiled rice and beans were mixed in the bottom of the bowl.

Can this be eaten too?

With the attitude of a responsible owner, Bailong went to pick apples for Bu Qingyun.

Back in the temple, the white moonlight in the courtyard looks like hoarfrost all over the ground, it looks clean and white dragon likes it very much.Bailong unlocked the technique of concealing his figure, happily rolled two apples and flew to the door of the firewood room, and heard the voices of Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli.

Eavesdropping is not good, Bailong knows this principle in the mortal world, he should walk away, or knock on the door to remind himself that he is here.

They were talking about Wu Boli's master.

Bai Long thought to himself, I am not a mortal.

So Dafangfang lay on the door and eavesdropped.

"Have you seen Master?" This is Wu Boli's excited voice, and he is about to sing, "I guessed just now, whether you have seen Master. You know, you have been reluctant to mention it these days. Master, you suddenly mentioned it tonight, and Wu Boli wondered in his heart if Master couldn't help but come to see you, and it really is! Is Master okay?"

This Wu Boli had a sincere affection for his master, at the end, he choked up so much that he couldn't speak anymore, even Bai Long only listened outside the door, feeling lovesick.

Bu Qingyun comforted him and said, "He has already cultivated the Dharma Body, and his spiritual power is so strong that no one in the world can hurt him. If you are so loyal, he must have guessed that you are looking for me because of him. You really don't have to worry too much."

Being comforted by the lord's gentle words, Wu Boli became serious, shook his head and said, "My lord, do you think Master will be indestructible if he has cultivated the dharma body and has strong spiritual power?"

Bailong quietly looked through the crack of the door, seeing Bu Qingyun's expression of surprise, he was speechless for a while.

Wu Boli's head was facing Bu Qingyun's direction, and his back was facing Bailong, but it should be facing Bu Qingyun's eyes, and then Bailong heard Wu Boli's solemn words: "You know, Master, he is very miss you."

Hearing this, Bu Qingyun was not surprised, he remained calm at first, and then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't quite agree with Wu Boli's missing, and said as a correction: "He is obsessed with me. "

Wu Boli's tone was puzzled: "Are the two different?"

Bu Qingyun lowered his eyes slightly, frowned and sighed: "Although there are differences, there are also similarities."

Wu Boli's answer expressed Bailong's inner voice: "I don't understand."

Step Qingyun back!Meeting his gaze, the frown spread out, and he said frankly: "I don't fully understand either. Wu Boli, you don't remember many things about me, some of which I made you forget, and some of which are your master. Let you forget, I have been thinking about it since I returned to the Central Plains, and I gradually felt that maybe he and I were wrong."

"My lord?!" Wu Boli sounded surprised.

But Bu Qingyun changed the topic, but at least he changed it clearly: "I'm sorry, I haven't figured out how to explain it to you yet, let's pass some time."

Bailong frowned, he didn't like what he heard, the Bu Qingyun he knew didn't look like someone who would take away other people's memories at will, Bu Qingyun shouldn't be like this.

But Wu Boli was not a white dragon, he said "yes" obediently.

This made Bu Qingyun's eyes more apologetic, and Bailong seemed to hear him sighing.

Well, at least he seemed to regret it, Bailong defended Bu Qingyun eccentrically to himself, but there was still a lump in his heart.

Bu Qingyun turned to talk about Wu Boli's master, he asked Wu Boli: "Do you think I did something wrong with your master?"

Wu Boli didn't answer, he was originally meditating on the futon like Bu Qingyun, but after listening to Bu Qingyun's words, he changed from sitting to kneeling, and even leaned over on the ground.

"Wu Boli, answer me", but Bu Qingyun still wanted his answer.

There was still a silence.

After a long time, Wu Boli said in a muffled voice: "You have abandoned Master. It is like a father abandoning his son. He regards you as his father and loves you as himself. You want to leave with all your heart. You said that he has cultivated into a dharma body and is indestructible. , but you have already cultivated the dharma body, which is indestructible, but you will be sad, and the master will also be sad."

"Love me as yourself", Bu Qingyun slowly repeated these four words, "but I am not him. I am not the past, let alone the future. He wants me to have the same heart and the same brain as him , how is this possible? If I stay and argue with him endlessly, he will definitely convince me. I can't be convinced. It's a teacher-student match. In the end, I hate each other. Why bother? Shouldn't I go? "

Wu Boli still lay on the ground and shook his head: "Please forgive Wu Boli's blunt words. Wu Boli's practice is superficial, and he can't tell who is right and who is wrong between you and Master, but there is one thing Wu Boli knows, that is, he is stepping on the ground. When you entered Buddhism, you and your master taught Wu Boli that we learn Buddhism and practice hard for the purpose of getting out of the world, not escaping from the world. My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings. There are Buddhas everywhere in the three times and ten directions. Do not forsake the world."

"The karma between you and the master is still unbroken, and you are mutually hindered. Even if you go to the ends of the world, this cannot be changed. What's the use of leaving? You saw the master, and you felt that once you left, he let go. Or can't you let it go?"

Using limited mortal experience analysis, Bailong felt more and more that Bu Qingyun had been blackmailed.

study!What's wrong?Monks are amazing, aren't they?

My son is unfilial, how can I drive my son out of the house? Now that I have accepted an apprentice, I dare to follow him for the rest of my life?

He didn't listen anymore, he opened the door of the firewood room with his head, and threw the apple into Bu Qingyun's arms: "It's for you."

Then he swept his eyes to the ground, just like Wu Boli who just saw it, thinking that he can't bully Bu Qingyun's disciple, so he stopped majestically on Bu Qingyun's shoulder, dragged his voice and said angrily to Bu Qingyun: " Come out, my lord has something to ask you."

"You stay in the woodshed, you are not allowed to eavesdrop," Bai Long added coldly to Wu Boli.

Wu Boli didn't notice anything, he was only happy that his lord was loved by the Dragon God, and he respectfully said yes.

With two apples in his arms, Bu Qingyun followed Bailong out of the ruined temple for some unknown reason, and walked on the mountain road, when suddenly Bailong slapped his tail severely on his back, sucked in pain, and was also hated by Bailong The education said: "Bu Qingyun, are you stupid?"

"Master Bailong", Bu Qingyun was at a loss, but this did not prevent Bu Qingyun from teasing Xiao Bailong, "Where do you start?"

Bai Long snorted angrily, and pulled the text out of his mouth, "Ordinary people worship heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers", he emphasized the word "teacher" heavily, ignored Bu Qingyun's soft rebuttal of "that's Confucianism", and continued: "Anyway, mortals worship the master as their ancestor, and they are extremely respectful. Why did you come to your place, accepting apprentices and paying debts?"

No wonder he wanted to come out, Bu Qingyun brushed aside the branches hanging from the roadside, and said with a smile: "'No eavesdropping', huh?"

Still laughing, still laughing, Bai Long was so anxious that he couldn't care less about his guilty conscience, wishing he could slap his tail on the head.

Seeing Xiaobailong bared his teeth and wanted to get angry, Bu Qingyun restrained his expression and put on a serious look: "You have been looking at the clouds for so many years, have you never seen an unfilial descendant or an ungrateful apprentice?"

Bailong didn't want to admit it. After thinking about it, he grabbed Bu Qingyun's words and slyly asked: "Are you admitting that your apprentice is ungrateful?"

"He didn't. He was just too persistent to make mistakes."

Unexpectedly, Bu Qingyun would defend his shortcomings, Bailong said unhappily: "A mistake is a mistake. Is it rare for ordinary people to come up with a lot of reasons for everything? I have seen emperors kill thousands of soldiers, and there are also a lot of reasons .There is a reason, and it’s not wrong to be wrong? There is a reason...no, you said a few days ago, 'It's up to you to end', what else do you mean by 'living too long'?"

Jiongjiong looked at Bu Qingyun without blinking, but Bu Qingyun didn't speak, just walked forward.

He didn't speak, but the silence explained everything. Bai Long couldn't believe it: "He wants to kill you? He wants to kill you, and you still walk back by yourself?"

It is so easy to die, but Bu Qingyun actually took the initiative to die!This is simply unreasonable!

"Are you crazy?!"

But Bu Qingyun stretched out his hand to catch him in his arms, and only then denied: "He didn't intend to kill me."

Bai Long broke away from his hand, and must straighten his body to look at him, squinting his eyes and questioning: "I said 'he wants to kill you'."

"I'm not him, how do I know what he's thinking?" Bu Qingyun said frankly.

Bailong refused to let go: "You said that you have been with them for a long time, and you can probably guess their words and deeds. You didn't guess that he wanted to kill you?"

Bu Qingyun looked calm: "Both he and I have cultivated the dharma body. If you kill me, you will fall into the endless hell and you will no longer be able to form a buddha relationship. You have seen him, he is not crazy or stupid, how could he do this?"

This sounds reasonable.

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Not only is Wu Boli's master neither crazy nor stupid, he also appears to be a smart person.

But who says smart people can't be crazy?Isn't there one in front of you?

Bailong had never seen such a mortal as Bu Qingyun spared his life.

Having had enough of the wheels, Bai Long said angrily: "How do I know if he is crazy or not. I don't know if he is crazy or not, but you are quite crazy."

Bu Qingyun laughed out loud.

This smile startled people.

They were walking on the mountain path, with the woods on the right, the stream on the left, and the mountain path of another mountain across the stream. There was a clanging sound from the forest beside the mountain path.Then came a hoarse male voice, sighing regretfully.

Bailong disappeared as soon as the sound came, and Bu Qingyun looked at the opposite side, and saw a man jumping off the tree, stretching lazily, walking slowly up the mountain road, with a smirk in his mouth. Said: "Who disturbed the poor monk's dream?"

The stream is sandwiched between two mountain peaks, and it is naturally windy at night. With the wind, there is a strong aroma of wine, which seems to be mixed with a slight smell of meat... Poor monk?

Bu Qingyun wanted to leave, but now he stood still, waiting for the man to come out.

The moonlight was bright, and a bald monk really emerged from the forest.

The voice of that person was much stronger than that of Bu Qingyun, with a string of Buddhist beads the size of a teacup hanging around his neck, and a long stick in his hand, probably drunk, he walked out unsteadily, and Bu Qingyun I was afraid that he would fall headlong into the stream.

The drunk monk barely opened his eyes, leaned on a long stick, looked towards Bu Qingyun tremblingly, and smiled, "Okay, okay."

Bu Qingyun slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's good?"

The drunk monk raised the long stick with one hand in a dangerous way, swayed from side to side, but didn't fall down.

He pointed at Bu Qingyun first, and laughed loudly: "Young Master Jia, Zhuo Wangsun, a walking monk with torn cloth shoes."

As he spoke, he raised the long stick slightly, as if pointing at the invisible white dragon, and said: "The poor monk Sansheng is lucky to be able to see the supreme spirit of heaven and earth. Good, good."

Both Bu Qingyun and Bai Long stared at each other.