Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

The golden light moved towards Sita.

Bu Qingyun has no nostalgia, walks towards Lou Jia with a relaxed body.

He is dressed in ordinary gray-blue cloth, with black hair from a wooden hairpin, gentle eyebrows and eyes, broad shoulders and long legs, if it is not for the habit of pinching the seal with his hands, he does not look like a monk at all, but like a prince of the royal family, Zhilan Yushu.

Lou Jia held the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Bu Qingyun's heart: "Stop. Stop there, don't move."

Bu Qingyun was wronged, but Bu Qingyun didn't move.

Lou Jia was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he settled accounts with Bu Qingyun, the point of the sword was bit by bit on Bu Qingyun's chest.

"Seal my consciousness, huh? Don't you like raising children, huh?" Lou Jia changed his expression, imitating the ignorant appearance when he was Epiphyllum, mocking Bu Qingyun, "'I I don’t understand, I don’t know, I don’t understand, I’m not unhappy, I’m not happy. I don’t know what it is, how can I tell you? Do you understand?’”

Lou Jia raised his eyebrows and asked, "Am I good at learning? I'm really sorry for you. My lord has a bad temper and loves to be angry the most. You wake up from the dream as soon as possible so that I won't be so adoring every day." looking at you."

Bu Qingyun laughed softly, his chest trembling, Lou Jia stepped back the tip of his sword, feeling annoyed by this man.

"Inexplicable, what are you laughing at!"

Bu Qingyun raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile: "I laugh at a silly dragon who eats his own jealousy."

Lou Jia's ears turned red, Bu Qingyun took the opportunity to move forward step by step, Lou Jia was startled, the sword in his hand retreated little by little, finally he had to put down the sword, bit his lower lip, and turned his face away, not wanting to see this Bu Qingyun, who doesn't know how to live or die, is daring.

"Sealing your consciousness is a helpless act. The rest is my fault." Bu Qingyun put his hand on Bailong's face, and admitted his mistake in a gentle voice, "I always make you angry."

Lou Jia patted the monk's mopping hand away, and couldn't help but give him a sideways glance, which means, so you know it in your heart?

This Bu Qingyun, from the Central Plains to Tianzhu, became more and more serious step by step, injured and injured again.

The first time Lou Jia saw him seriously injured was when Lou Jia went back to the sea to eat fish. Bu Qingyun was a Tianzhu commoner in the firefighting field. Leave!Kneeling beside him to chant sutras, all the villagers came to kneel down on this "living Bodhisattva". Bu Qingyun, who was half burnt, was offered in place, surrounded by flowers and fruits.Obviously Bu Qingyun was still alive, yet no one came to save him, no one tried to make him feel better.Lou Jia only thought that these people were crazy.

Since then, Bu Qingyun's life was hanging by a thread time and time again, and Lou Jia was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked time and time again.

It's not that Bu Qingyun doesn't know how to comfort Loujia, it's just that Bu Qingyun will not change the Dharma he practiced, and he will not let sentient beings ignore him, then this comfort is like a mirage encountered by people who are lost in the desert. Dissipation, at that time, will only make people more desperate and thirsty.

Thinking of this, Lou Jia looked at Bu Qingyun amusedly: "It's really hard for you to play a half-play of 'Happiness and Enmity', only in the illusion, facing those things that are not real people, can you really not make me angry. "

Bu Qingyun touched the tip of his nose guiltily, and promised: "In the future, it won't happen."

Louka, who knew him well, hid his long-standing expectation in his heart, and asked with lowered eyes, "What guarantee do you have? You just refused to become a Buddha, not your Dharma. Paganism, you don't agree with 'starting war before showing mercy', but you never said that you are unwilling to do good deeds, and you never said that you want to return to vulgarity."

Speaking of this, recalling Bu Qingyun's miserable situation just now, Lou Jia couldn't help showing sadness, so he could only hide it as anger, and said angrily: "It's just in the illusion, every life, every life I'm chasing you, you Never asked me to, "

Bu Qingyun embraced the thin waist outlined by the cloud silk belt, gently hid the rest of Bailong's angry words in his palm, and begged for mercy: "Don't speak angry words. Don't mention that the illusion is not completely under my control, just say the sixth In the world, I searched for you, a white dragon, who would have thought that you would become a white snake, training in a daze in the valley, how can I say that I never took the initiative to look for you?"

Seeing that Lou Jia blinked and his anger dissipated, Bu Qingyun withdrew his hands, hugged Lou Jia with both hands, glanced at the sky, and added slowly: "Besides, he has become a Buddha, and the world will reject my existence." , I can no longer stay here. If you don’t like my practice, we can go to the uninhabited world, no one, no Buddha, only you and me. Until you think I’m boring.”

Lou Jia grabbed Bu Qingyun's collar: "! Are you serious?"

Bu Qingyun took his hand, held it to his lips and pressed a kiss, promised: "Really."

On that day many years ago, he sensed that Wu Boli was about to appear, and the doom was sealed. He walked in Wuming Town against the setting sun, thinking whether he should take the initiative to die.Suddenly there was a questioning voice behind him, the voice was like a clear stream, he turned around, and found that the man in white who asked his name rashly had a pleasant voice, but also a very good-looking voice.

He himself didn't know why, as if he forgot all the names he had been called in the past years when he saw the man in white at the first sight, he casually borrowed the cloth banner with the printed name of a nearby inn and teahouse, and called himself "Bu Qingyun", as if to put them The scene of the encounter is recorded in his name and surname for the rest of his life.

Lou Jia's name was chosen by him, so his name and surname were given by Lou Jia.

Perhaps from that day, today's ending was doomed.

He was very happy.

In mid-air, Wu Boli's and Sita's souls merged into one, separated from the mortal body, reshaped their physical bodies, and completely absorbed the golden bones.

The old Buddha will not exist, but the new Buddha will be established.At that time, the star of fate rose from the dark and sunless Hell, and he sat down in the air, under the lotus platform, and the Buddha's light on his body illuminated the world in the ten directions. , to welcome the Buddha's birthday.

Then a section of golden light road leading to the mortal world appeared out of thin air. Bu Qingyun took Lou Jia's hand and stepped on it very unceremoniously first. After walking dozens of steps, the exit was already in front of him.

"Wait." Lou Jia withdrew his hand and looked back.

The Infernal Hell illuminated by the Buddha's light seemed even more empty, with black and gray walls, and a sinister, hot crimson underneath.

Lou Jia turned into a giant white dragon, roared, flew back into it, twirled and danced, and the long tail like a steel blade was drawn downwards, and the hot magma from the bottom of the ground surged up, annihilating everything; A large piece of black gray rock split and fell, fell into the magma, and completely melted.The white dragon brought up the spiritual power, and the cloud and thunder came, and the rain with spiritual power poured down mightily. Countless kalpas turned to ashes, and the magma gradually cooled down.

In the end, the Infernal Hell collapsed, leaving only empty ruins.

So Lou Jia returned to Bu Qingyun's side with satisfaction, turned into a human body, and started!Qingyun's hand: "Let's go."

They stepped out of an endless hell that was no longer endless.

An ordinary monk who seemed to have no aura was sitting on the side of the road, wearing a light gold monk's robe, bare feet, and a bamboo Zen staff beside him.

He is Sita and Upali, and he is neither Upali nor Sita.

Bu Qingyun gave a greeting to a strange monk, and said gently: "The next monk who breaks the precepts, your Dharma does not follow mine, I really can't afford it."

The monk shed tears, and changed from sitting to kneeling: "I must truthfully record what Master taught me carefully, please bid farewell."

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Bu Qingyun finally looked at him directly, and only said: "I have nothing to say, but I have a request."

The monk stared into Bu Qingyun's eyes, and took two steps on his knees: "This disciple must do his best!"

This is the second time he wants to erase the past.

The monk closed his eyes, and knelt down on the ground after a while: "Since your wish is so, the disciple should realize it. I just ask to leave the dharma name and have a thought with the disciple."

Bu Qingyun didn't want to entangle with him, nodded slightly, and replied: "Yes."

After saying that, Bu Qingyun and Lou Jia broke through the sky and left without a trace.

Since then, the years have changed, Buddhism has risen and fallen several times, scriptures have been scattered, and the monks only know the name of the Buddha's teacher, the lamp, his life is unknown, and there are no records.

Innumerable stars dot the vast black sky, far or near, the number is infinite, and the sky is so vast and far-reaching that it is difficult to describe it in words.The vast sea of ​​stars is clearly extinguished, the beginning of all things is born at one time, and the end of all things is annihilated at one time, the time is endless, and the space is endless.

Lou Jia stood in the endless universe for the second time, looked at Bu Qingyun beside him: "Where are we going?"

Bu Qingyun fulfilled his promise: "It's all up to you."

Lou Jia smiled, turned into a white dragon, rolled up Bu Qingyun, and said coolly: "Then let's go."

"For tens of thousands of years, life and death are inseparable."

He randomly chose a star, took his Bu Qingyun, and roared away.