You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

At the time of troubled times, Zhu Jueyun returned to Fulong Mountain with a triple golden body, just like adding a handful of firewood to a blazing fire.

The morning bell resounded over the mountain, and hundreds of disciples gathered under the training ground to listen to the training as usual.

Zhu Jueyun has just returned to the mountain and is going to enter the Fangyuan Pavilion, so he must be present today.

The inner and outer disciples of Fulong Mountain were silent, but the person who was supposed to come never came.

Until the big bell on the top of the mountain rang for the third time, a disciple beside Jing Wu whispered, "Why hasn't this man come yet?"

His voice was deliberately low, but everyone present could hear him clearly.

Jing Wu coughed and told him to shut up.

Zhu Jueyun finally came, wearing black plain clothes and golden cassock today, he descended from the sky, with a flat expression on his brows and eyes, he seemed to have no remorse for being late.

The head abbot has not presided over the morning training for nearly three months, and the one in charge is Uncle Huiji, an old man with eyebrows that have grown to the navel.

Huiji glanced at him, and casually asked, "Diaodu, all the brothers are waiting for you."

Zhu Jueyun performed the Buddhist ceremony, and said to the head: "I also ask my uncle to punish me."

"You always know the rules," Huiji said, "but what happened?"

Without batting an eye, Zhu Jueyun lied casually: "I realized the Tao last night, so I forgot the time."

Huiji didn't know whether to believe it or not, but nodded anyway: "Sit down."

Zhu Jueyun sat on the futon, he moved his sleeves and rubbed his flesh, making the teeth marks bitten on it clearer to the touch.

Zhu Jueyun had already woken up before the first bell rang today.

Qu Cong Gu Guang buried his shoulders with his bare shoulders, sleeping soundly.

The two of them crossed their arms and their legs crossed their legs. Zhu Jueyun wanted to get up, which would definitely startle him.

Qu Conggu got annoyed from his sleep, stretched his legs and put them on Zhu Jueyun's waist again.

Zhu Jueyun: ...

It's probably because the atmosphere last night was too wonderful, and Yu Qu Conggu's mood was more complicated, and it was especially difficult for him to get out this morning.

There were times like this before, when Qu Conggu was rarely lazy and would sleep until the sun was up, Peng Yu, the master, should be casual, and he would be given a vacation every three days, and he would just lie on the bed.

Zhu Jueyun wouldn't even call him, and he didn't set any restraints on it. He woke up and found himself alone on the bed, and Zhu Jueyun didn't know where he went, and he didn't feel bad about it.

But people are all uncertain, no one has a certain number, Qu Conggu will not let Zhu Jueyun go today.

He didn't speak, and before he woke up, he arched his body, put his arms around Zhu Jueyun's neck and didn't let go, and his whole body was half pressed on Zhu Jueyun's body.

Zhu Jueyun was helpless, patted him and said softly: "Cong Gu."

Qu Conggu was still asleep and didn't think about it at all.

It's not yet dawn outside, the bed is warm, and the nephrite jade in his arms is warm and fragrant. From now on, the king's feeling that he won't go to court early is probably nothing more than that.

As long as Zhu Jueyun's mind was a little weaker, he would be truly remarkable.

"Cong Gu," Zhu Jueyun called out again, moving his arms carefully, "It's still early, go to bed first."

After going back and forth, Qu Conggu suddenly became sober.

He was already very angry in the morning, and he was also unhappy. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Zhu Jueyun's arm, and he bit it directly.

Zhu Jueyun: ...

"Stop making trouble," he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's the matter?"

Qu Cong didn't let go of his mouth, and was still sleepy, wanting to sleep, so he closed his eyes like this.

The children in the family were angry, and the anger was unreasonable, and it was not the right time, but the monk still had to coax him.

The bell outside rang one after another.

The morning light is warming and the sky is getting brighter.

After coaxing and coaxing in the room, the smell changed.

Qu Conggu's tears blurred and he took a breath.

Zhu Jueyun couldn't be more gentle, and kissed his forehead: "Be good, I'll be right back."

The tug-of-war in the early morning had already been withdrawn before the drum sounded, and Xiao Shizi was obediently shunned back with all his unruly hair.

On the training ground, Huijitian grew up as if he was unhappy, with a drooping face, wishing he could break up every single word and jump out of it. In less than three sentences, he uttered half of it. hour.

Zhu Jueyun sat upright, looked pious, but thought in his heart that he had nothing to do with Dao.

The teeth marks on the arm have not disappeared yet, the little lunatic got angry and bit it a little bit rudely, and now it is a little itchy.

Of course, this little fight is nothing, it's not even a flesh injury, it's mainly thinking about what happened in the morning, smacking the aftertaste, which makes people feel itchy.

There were still people waiting for him in the room, Zhu Jueyun felt a little impatient, but put on a good face.

Huiji changed the subject, and suddenly glanced at him: "There is one more thing."

"Tiaodu went down the mountain to practice," he said, "he has entered the triple golden body, the head abbot wants to let Tiaodu enter the Fangyuan Pavilion, I don't know what you think about it."

He has already said that it is the head abbot's decision, who dares to have an idea.

But everyone is absolutely unwilling.

Fulong Mountain has occupied Dongsheng Shenzhou for thousands of years. It is neither the most famous nor the highest in status, but it is also a master of Buddhism.

The entire Fulong Mountain has its own decadent physique and relationship network, which cannot be easily shaken. It is like a huge organ, which can affect the whole body.

Zhu Jueyun broke into the Fangyuan Pavilion of Fulong Mountain single-handedly, which naturally broke some balance.

A chubby monk named Youyan, with a kind appearance, stood up and said, "Master Huiji, this is not a trivial matter, why don't you wait for the master master to go out and preside over it yourself?"

In fact, 'exiting customs' is just a euphemism. The abbot, the head of the sect, is avoiding suspicion. Recently, he is very annoyed, so he doesn't see anyone, so as not to cause trouble.

Fulong Mountain and Gaya Temple were also known as the two heroes of Buddhist cultivators. For a long time, they were evenly matched in power and status. dream of revival.

The affairs of the rivers and lakes can't be explained clearly in one sentence. On the surface, it is calm, but below it is all intertwined interests, weighing expediency, and undercurrents.

This matter was originally good, and he was in command, so he went to show off, why did he suddenly die?

This made the head abbot very difficult.

He would have been honorably laid off after working for another two years, and everything would be fine if he had no merit or fault, but at this moment, the fire died, and the big wave turned up again, and he was involved in it.

He can't retreat, thousands of disciples on Fulong Mountain are looking at him eagerly, but he can't enter, because there are many branches of Buddhism, not only Fulong Mountain, everyone is staring at him, he doesn't have the ability to overwhelm the crowd.

He is old, even if he can fight, he doesn't want to take risks.

Eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name for a lifetime really gave off some taste of pure heart and asceticism.

But it is more appropriate to say that you are greedy for life and afraid of death.

He was afraid that his fame would be ruined in one day, and after 99 prayers, he was only short of this trembling, and he was afraid that it would stink because of this trembling.

So he 'retired' for three months, not seeing anyone, hiding.

But it is impossible to hide for a lifetime.

You Yan spoke out today, his status is not low, he dared to ask this sentence, and asked the head abbot when he would give everyone an explanation.

Huiji's answer is very interesting.

He said: "Wait for the master, even if you can't wait."

There was silence all around, and no one answered.

His words were too disrespectful.

Huiji is a younger brother in the same generation as the head abbot, but they are actually the same group of beginner disciples, and there are too many reasons for their disagreement.

The head abbot has everything, so he is afraid of losing, but Huiji is not.

No one knows what he wants now and what he is preparing for.

Such a small morning training ended in such a tense atmosphere.

Zhu Jueyun turned and left, but was stopped by Huiji.

"Distance." He said.

Zhu Jueyun called out: "Uncle Huiji."

"Tiaodu," Huiji said, "You child, you are reckless."

Zhu Jueyun raised his eyebrows indistinctly, but did not speak.

"Fulong Mountain has only been in 960 for three years," Huiji said with a hint of satisfaction, "I have lived on the mountain for half of it."

These words are very level-less, straightforward and provocative, but they are not at all like the words spoken by an Arhat who has lived for more than 400 years.

Zhu Jueyun could understand it, probably because he really didn't treat himself like a green onion, just to frighten and frighten him casually.

He didn't show anything on his face, just plain and humble: "Yes."

"Young people have some talents, and it's inevitable to be frivolous," Hui Gao taught admonishingly, "But no matter how frivolous you are, you must recognize who you are, see the situation clearly, and weigh carefully before doing things."

"There are a lot of people who died in vain in this arena, and some of them are amazing talents. How could they think that they would be defeated."

Zhu Jueyun bowed and said, "Thank you uncle for teaching."

Seeing his appearance, Huiji couldn't figure out whether he was listening or not, so he sized him up for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Just go if you have nothing to do."

"Don't be too late next time. There are so many people waiting for you. If it weren't for me today and the head of the house changed, you might be punished."

Zhu Jueyun: ...

Even if he doesn't take this person seriously anymore, he still feels that this person is really not worthy of the stage.

You say this is really a good way of life, no one wants to stand out.

But Zhu Jueyun had some prejudices in his heart, not to say that this person is really incapable.

After staying in Fulong Mountain for two days, it can be seen that most of the forces have already favored Huiji.

After all, he is a triple golden body, and he is the main combat faction.

The head abbot doesn't go out in the pass, even if they are more conservative, they have to stand in line, otherwise they will be suppressed by the Huiji forces, and they can't even find anyone who can save their lives.

Huiji just didn't take him seriously, and he didn't even bother to do the play.

The matter of Zhu Jueyun entering the Fangyuan Pavilion is basically settled, but he has no intention of moving in these few days.

The master didn't move, and now Fulong Mountain is in a mess, so no one dares to ask, no one cares.

There were sounds of fighting in the courtyard.

The shadow of the tree fluttered and trembled without wind, Qian Zhu's figure suddenly disappeared, and then fell from the sky again, covered by a bergamot——

Qu Conggu raised his head abruptly, raised the Shahu sword, and bent his feet a little bit to touch the ground, but the blade of the sword met the Buddha's handprint, awe-inspiring.

Qian Zhu suddenly pulled hard, fell to the ground and said, "No more beatings."

Qu Cong Gukong made a move, and hastily withdrew his momentum. He was turned somersault in the air by the sword energy, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Qian Zhu asked him, "Who did you learn from?"

"..." Qu Conggu opened his mouth, "Follow...my master."

He couldn't tell any lies, but his head turned several times at once.

Peng Yu didn't seem to have said that he couldn't tell others that he was his apprentice, only that he couldn't embarrass him.

So is this a shame or not?

This boundary is not easy to draw.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Qian Zhu rolled his eyes, "I asked who your master is."

Qu Conggu privately gave himself a definition of 'not shameful', and then said proudly and implicitly: "I studied under Peng Yu."

But Qian Zhu was at a loss when he heard the name: "Who is that?"

Qu Conggu: ...

"The Wusting Sword, Peng Yu," Qu Conggu said solemnly, "Do you know the Juggernaut? Everyone calls him the Juggernaut. His sword used to be ranked first in the weapon list. The sword is not born in the world. He is the first teacher to learn from the sword." The sky can roll up the leaves, and then cut off the stems with a sword, and drop them one by one into the bowl on the ground."

Qian Zhu: ...This is very powerful.

He asked with a rather complicated mood: "Then how did you become a teacher?"

Qu Conggu said: "He originally owed Zhu Jueyun a favor, but he didn't really want to accept me. When he made the conditions, I knelt down and called Master before he finished speaking, and then he had no choice but to accept me. me."

Qian Zhu:? ? ?

Qu Conggu chuckled: "I'm smart."

"..." Qian Zhu could only say, "Clever."

Qu Conggu said again: "Zhu Jueyun also said the same."

Qian Zhu took a deep breath, feeling that there was really no place for him in this world, it was very annoying.

It's meant to be a joke, but it's also true.