Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

The cultivation level of the drunk monk is not high, both Bu Qingyun and Bailong can see that his spiritual power is meager, but the clarity of his spiritual energy is rare in the world, it is completely comparable to the eminent monk who has practiced penance for a lifetime, and he is not even comparable to Wu Bo. There is too much difference.

However, he is a wine and meat monk who broke the precepts. Logically, his aura should be dim and mottled.

The clearer the spiritual power is, the more natural it tends to be. This is one of the reasons why Bu Qingyun and Bailong, who only cared about talking to each other, failed to notice him earlier.

In contrast, the drunk monk could actually see the white dragon that had already disappeared.

Then there is only one explanation - although the monk who broke the precepts has a low level of cultivation, he has already achieved great enlightenment in Buddhism. According to Buddhism, he has reached the realm of self-conscious Arhat, so he can see through hidden spells. Peep the white dragon.

But why does a monk who has already realized the meaning of Zen break the precept to drink alcohol and eat meat?It can't be because mouth addiction is hard to get rid of, even wine and meat can't be put down, how could it be possible to feel arhat.If not, what else could be the reason?

This drunk monk is really contradictory.

Bu Qingyun carefully thought about the weirdness of the drunk monk opposite, but Bai Long started to talk to him curiously, Bai Long still lay on Bu Qingyun's shoulder, without removing the technique of concealing his figure, he asked: "Who are you? Why can you see me?"

The drunk monk smiled drunkenly, and replied: "Little monk Huijue. You are there and I am here. How can you not see me?"

Bailong turned his head to Bu Qingyun and just rolled his eyes. He has never met a monk who can speak human language well.

Bu Qingyun hid a smile in the corner of his eyes, turned his face and looked serious again, and gave the monk's meeting ceremony to the drunk monk on the other side, and then said: "Drinking and eating meat is not what a monk should do."

The drunk monk lazily leaned on his long stick, and opened his mouth to answer: "Everyone is drunk, how can the little monk wake up alone."

Bu Qingyun frowned: "If you want to get drunk together, why bother to become a monk?"

The drunk monk laughed: "It's useless to wake up, why bother?"

Bu Qingyun shook his head: "All living beings are suffering, but Buddhist monks are going to die in a dream?"

The drunken monk also shook his head: "There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and so are the monks! It is time to turn around."

Bu Qingyun was so angry at his sophistry that he laughed, and said helplessly: "If you turn your back on it, you can return to vulgarity."

The drunk monk rubbed his stomach, hiccupped, and replied with a sigh: "There are many things in the mundane world, I'm still a monk."

This is simply a rogue, Bu Qingyun wants to hit someone when he hears it.

Bailong watched the two of them come and go like a pair, and witnessed the whole process of Bu Qingyun, a talkative person who was beaten by another person, and even the drunk on the opposite side seemed pleasing to the eye. Seeing that Bu Qingyun really A little angry, after thinking for a while, he interjected, "Then monk, why did you become a monk in the first place?"

The drunk monk seemed to be recalling the past that he regretted very much, and said with a sullen face: "When I was young, I was a rich man. I shouldn't love reading. After reading the scriptures, I shaved my hair."

He spoke like a storyteller, Bai Long thought it was funny, but when he heard him mentioning shaving his hair, he suddenly remembered the doubts he had raised earlier, turned his head suddenly to look at Bu Qingyun, and asked, "Why didn't you shave your hair?"

"In the years when I became a monk, there is no rule that I must be ordained." Bu Qingyun simply explained, unwilling to deceive Bailong, and unwilling to elaborate.

Bailong wanted to ask more questions, but the drunk monk on the other side listened to it, and he was amazed, and whispered to himself: "Tsk, the thousand-year-old 8-year-old tortoise."

Not to mention Bu Qingyun, even Bai Long heard that these words were not good, and asked with a frown, "What do you mean? I have never seen a bastard who has lived for a thousand years, let alone a tortoise that has lived for ten thousand years."

"This is to praise Master for living a long time," the drunk monk said without blushing.

Bu Qingyun didn't take it seriously and didn't care about him.

"Exaggeration?" Bai Long narrowed his eyes, "Then would you rather be a bastard who has lived for a thousand years, or a tortoise that has lived for ten thousand years?"

The drunken monk heard that Bailong's tone was not kind, so he didn't dare to tease him any more. He pretended to be honest and said, "Of course it's a boast. Who wouldn't want to live for 1 years?"

After all, Bailong didn't take him seriously. After hearing what he said, regardless of whether he was quibbling or not, he turned his head and gave Bu Qingyun a look, which meant "Look at him! Everyone is willing to live for 1 years".

Bu Qingyun was amused by Bailong, stretched out his hand and nodded Bailong's head, and suddenly said to the drunk monk opposite: "You and I met by chance, I don't understand! The inside story should not be speculative, but after all, you and I are fellow practitioners. , If I keep my mouth shut, it will be a fault of not investigating."

Having said that, Bu Qingyun paused for a moment, and then continued: "A mess of hemp can make people helpless because they can't find the end of the thread. Sometimes one step is wrong, and finally it reaches the point where it can't be cleaned up. It is also necessary to find the thread. Take the first step that goes wrong, and start over from the beginning. It’s a mess, cheap and cheap, and you can throw it away. Life is too short, and the years are good, should we just let it go and feel sorry for ourselves?”

The drunk monk remained indifferent, as if he didn't hear it, or didn't want to hear it.

Bu Qingyun didn't care about him anymore, gave a light salute, turned around and left.

One person and one dragon turned the corner, and the back was no longer seen. This place is still full of bright moon, clear wind and gurgling stream.

A drunk monk with a relaxed body stood motionless for a long time.

On the branch of the moon, the drunk monk suddenly took a step, knelt heavily facing the empty mountain road opposite, bowed reverently, then jumped up, picked up the long stick, and hurried away.

"That drunk monk can see through your background, why can't you see through him?"

On the way, he brought Bu Qingyun back to Yunshang, Bailong looked like he was interrogating, although he didn't expect Bu Qingyun to answer honestly.

Unexpectedly, Bu Qingyun said frankly: "He is indeed extremely talented. He has a pair of insightful eyes. If he devotes himself to hard work, he will definitely be able to attain the fruit position. I value the present moment. I don't have much interest in the past and the future. I don't know much about it in this school." Proficient. I have sealed most of my spiritual power, even if I want to see it, I can't see through it."

When he asked Gangping, and then again, Bailong frowned and said, "Why do you want to seal your spiritual power?"

Bu Qingyun was about to speak, but Bailong snatched it up and said, "You won't tell me about penance, why you can't rely on spiritual power, and so on?"

"So smart", Bu Qingyun praised him seriously.

Bailong looked at Bu Qingyun coldly, and said to him solemnly: "Do you know that since I met you, the monks I have met have only one very similar thing."

Bu Qingyun cooperated and asked: "Which place is it?"

Bai Long gritted his teeth and said, "I owe you a beating!"

Bu Qingyun suppressed a smile, and suddenly hissed, his expression remained unchanged, Bailong!

But he was very worried and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Bu Qingyun said with a smile, "I accidentally bit my tongue."

Unexpectedly biting his tongue with a smile, Bai Long said angrily: "It's what you deserve, why do you always laugh at my lord."

Bu Qingyun pretended to be surprised: "With the conscience of heaven and earth, I have absolutely no intention of laughing at Lord Bailong."

"Yes", Bai Long figured out his routine, and said with white eyes, "You didn't do it on purpose, you did it unintentionally."

Bu Qingyun nodded unexpectedly: "Exactly."

Bailong roared, and the small dragon body instantly changed into its original appearance, and Bu Qingyun was not as tall as Bailong's head.

The white dragon in front of him has pupils like the black sun, teeth like knives, and the slender body of the dragon winds away like a white jade city wall built along the mountain. Under the snow-white moonlight, it is really majestic and majestic.

This is what the heaven and earth look like.

There is no trace of fear in Bu Qingyun's eyebrows, his eyes are full of admiration and love, and his intentions are sincere.

Bailong looked at him carefully, and shyly pushed Bu Qingyun down on the cloud with his head. The dragon's body coiled up and circled around Bu Qingyun like a courtyard wall. On Bu Qingyun's lap.

Bailong ignored Bu Qingyun and announced, "Sleeping."

After a pause, he added: "I'll take you down again at dawn. From now on, I'll follow you."

Ordinary people are already easy to die, but Bu Qingyun just doesn't want to live well. Since Bu Qingyun can't take care of his life, he can only leave it to Lord Bailong to take care of him.

"This,"

Before Bu Qingyun finished a word, Bailong pressed the tip of his tail to his chest, pushing him back who was about to get up, Bailong still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "My lord is asleep. Don't talk. "

Bu Qingyun, who was almost crushed, couldn't move, and felt helpless and worried, but he didn't get up again.

Bailong was proud and happy, thinking that he had won Bu Qingyun this time.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the morning light is faint, one person and one dragon are sleeping lightly among the clouds. After a night of testing each other's spiritual energy, they are not unfamiliar, like two parallel mountain springs. In a mountain spring, there is no trace left.