You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

The Buddha Cultivation Discussion has been finalized, and the ceremony can finally come to an end.

Qu Conggu was tense all the time, he didn't really want to eat when eating in the hall was in front of him, and he started to get hungry as soon as he entered the room.

Cao Gu licked a cup of tea at the table, Qu Conggu took it away, then picked up two snacks and stuffed them into his mouth, said vaguely: "I'm so tired today."

Cao Gu was snatched by the wolf's mouth and bit his hand.

Qu Conggu squeezed its ears twice, snoring indiscriminately.

"Oh, let me tell you, it's hard for me to go out."

He thought it would be a long time before Zhu Jueyun came back, or he would not come back tonight, but he didn't wait long before he heard the courtyard door being pushed open.

Maybe Zhu Jueyun was afraid that he would be afraid, so when he entered the door, he said: "It's me."

Qu Conggu sat back down again and continued to eat.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhu Jueyun directly tore off the cassock and threw it aside casually. He jingled the hanging beads as he moved, then threw the hanging beads on the bed as well, and leaned over and said, "Give me something to eat."

Then he ate a snack with Qu Conggu's hand and said, "What is this?"

Qu Conggu said: "I don't know, that man sent it that day."

"I'll ask them to give you something good later," Zhu Jueyun said.

Qu Conggu continued to eat: "This one is pretty good."

Zhu Jueyun glanced at him: "Hard."

Qu Conggu suddenly remembered something: "Is Xu Lingsi appointed next month?"

Zhu Jueyun let out an 'hmm' from his nasal cavity, and took off all the messy things he was wearing one by one.

Qu Conggu came up to him and said seriously, "I don't think it's right."

Zhu Jueyun didn't understand, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, indicating why.

"It's hard to say," Qu Conggu said, "I think there's something wrong with that Tong Jing. I sat next to him today, and after everyone made Xu Lingsi, he seemed to be relieved."

Zhu Jueyun paused, and then said: "That is also natural."

Qu Conggu opened his eyes wide and waited for his answer.

Zhu Jueyun just let out a laugh, pinched his chin with his hand, kept thinking, and told him the situation again: "Do you see that, in fact, such a small sect is not just Xu Lingsi, He just stood up."

Qu Conggu said: "Obviously only Fulong Mountain and Gaya Temple are the most powerful, why are there so many people pestered?"

"Because no one is willing to give up," Zhu Jueyun said, "A miracle is such a big deal, who doesn't want a piece of the pie?"

Qu Cong Gushun asked again: "What exactly is a miracle? There are so many people fighting like crazy."

Zhu Jueyun said, "It's the eye of heaven."

"Know the history, know the prophet, there are only traces of survival in this world, you can know it all, the situation in the world is just a piece of paper, you can see it at a glance."

"A miracle only happens to one person, and the one who gets the miracle will become a god among adults."

"The sect he belongs to is also determined to be Weiran Dazong."

Qu Conggu felt goosebumps when he heard what he said, and his voice suddenly became quieter, as if he was afraid of scaring someone, and asked, "Then... what should we do?"

The question was general, but Zhu Jueyun knew what he meant.

"Look, I will definitely not be in Xuling Division in the end. Even if I don't change, Gaya Temple will not be able to bear it."

Qu Conggu suddenly understood: "If Xu Lingsi is settled first, there will definitely be some movement. The people hiding in the dark will prepare behind the scenes, and it is inevitable that they will show their feet. When the time comes, change the place and catch them by surprise. Yes. Does that mean?"

Zhu Jueyun praised him: "Very smart."

"No..." Qu Conggu said, "Actually, I don't understand it at all. Maybe you all can see it. I have to tell me to know."

Zhu Jueyun said: "That's because you haven't experienced it, and you're not in the seat. If you were sitting in that chair, you would naturally think more."

Qu Conggu nodded first, and then said: "But I actually thought about it very hard, and I really don't understand."

"It's still not empathetic enough," Zhu Jueyun joked, "It seems that we can only understand my sufferings by making us Cong Gu Mrs. Yazhai."

Qu Conggu: ...

Around the beginning of October, Qu Conggu received a gift.

It is exquisitely packed in a wooden box, and inside is an oiled paper bag.

When the attendant brought this thing in from outside the door, he said it was given by someone, and specifically said that he would give it to a young master named Qu Conggu.

He was actually very excited, thinking it was a gift from someone in the ghost town.

Because he has no relatives or friends in the Jianghu except for the ghost city people.

At that time, he had already forgotten what he had said to Tong Jing, and he only remembered it when he saw the delicate pastries poured in dark brown sugar sauce wrapped in oil paper.

It's bergamot.

Qu Cong was disappointed to see that there was nothing in the ghost town, so he had no interest in this box of dim sum.

And he doesn't know how to eat at all, he doesn't believe in Tong Jing.

It happened that Qian Zhu came to look for him that day, saw something on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

Qu Conggu said, "bergamot cake."

Qian Zhu paused for a moment, and said with an unnatural expression: "Actually, you don't have to do this."

Qu Cong Gu:?

Qian Zhu said: "Oh, since you didn't go to Jiangnan, you don't need to bring it back for me... I don't really want to eat it either."

"..." Qu Conggu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "No, I didn't ask someone to bring this, but someone gave it to me."

Only then did Qian Zhu realize that he might have thought too much, and he felt very embarrassed for a while.

Qu Conggu hurriedly stepped down the steps for him: "I really want to buy it for you, really, that's what he intends to do if he doesn't give it to me."

"It's just that you can't eat this one, it's a gift from Tong Jing."

Qian Zhu frowned: "Tong Jing? Head of Division Xu Ling?"

Qu Conggu nodded.

Qian Zhu said in a bad tone: "Why did he give you this? To curry favor with you?"

Qu Conggu: "...He, what are you doing to curry favor with me?"

Qian Zhu's words rushed into his throat, and he choked back, and put it in a gentle way: "Aren't you... Oh, your position is actually very important. You are also the left arm of the head of the sect. The right arm is also you...well, it's still you..."

Qu Conggu calmly said: "Enough."

Qian Zhu couldn't continue talking, so he stopped quickly.

"No one knows," Qu Cong looked around, then lowered his head and whispered, "Tong Jing probably didn't know about it."

Qian Zhu comforted: "Then I don't know."

Qu Conggu heaved a sigh of relief, and said uncomfortably, "I'm quite worried about this."

"Actually, it's nothing," Qian Zhu said, "Don't you see that Fulongshan accepts everything well?"

Qu Conggu: ...

Qian Zhu felt his despair, and then thought about it seriously: "Actually, except for those few people, everyone is just a rumor, and they still don't believe it. Later, after the head of the house lived in Fangyuan Pavilion, even the rumor...no one dared to believe it." passed on."

Qu Cong said weakly: "I asked him to go to the Fangyuan Pavilion, otherwise what else can we do."

Qian Zhu said sincerely, "You did the right thing."

Qu Conggu is deeply aware of righteousness, and understands things so well that he feels uncomfortable, not seeing Zhu Jueyun every day, scratching his heart and liver.

While regretting and comforting himself, hearing Qian Zhu's words at this time strengthened his belief, thinking that it was fortunate that he persisted at that time.

While talking, an old monk stood outside the door and knocked on the door.

Qu Cong Gu Yang said: "Go in."

The old monk said: "Master, have you finished reading last month's accounts?"

Qu Cong gave an 'oh', stood up and said, "I'm done reading, I'll get it for you."

The old monk took out another book and said, "No one has checked the last month's book, so you should be troubled to read it."

Qian Zhu gasped, thinking how dare this old thing?Does he not know who Qu Conggu is?

Then I heard Qu Cong Gu Ying said: "Put it on the table."

"One more thing," said the old monk, "Two young friends came to me these two days. Didn't they recruit a new group of disciples in August last year—"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, waiting for Qu Conggu to look for something while replying: "Yes."

Then he went on to say: "Last year we recruited too many. Originally, for this matter, we shouldn't need one more, because there were already too many in the last batch. Originally, each carrot and each hole should have a master, but At that time, the people who entered it made mistakes, so they were all recruited—”

Qian Zhu couldn't take it anymore, and said impatiently, "Can you just say something?"

The old monk said: "That is to say, these two disciples have not been supervised by the master until now, and it has been more than a year."

Qu Conggu finally found the book, walked over and handed it to him: "Master Daoist, I'm afraid it's useless for you to find me for this."

The old monk wondered: "Oh, what should I do, these two children are also very pitiful, and they will soon miss the age of entry."

Qu Conggu thought for a while, and felt that this matter was very important, and said, "Is it true that no one wants it? Everyone is so busy?"

Qian Zhu was well versed in the way, and said directly: "No one wants to accept them. I'm afraid these two people are not very qualified."

The old monk sighed and said nothing.

"So..." Qu Conggu said, "Go back first, I'll ask you."

When the old monk finally left, Qian Zhu immediately said, "Why do you take care of these messy things?"

"I don't know either," Qu Cong said blankly, "Who took care of these things before? Why did you come to me after the last ceremony?"

Qian Zhu sneered: "I'm afraid you are a soft persimmon, easy to pinch, if there is a stubble, just push it on your head, and the head of the sect will not embarrass you."

Qu Conggu didn't like his answer very much, but he didn't say anything, and responded casually.

Qian Zhu asked again: "Who are you going to contact about these two disciples?"

Qu Conggu said helplessly, "Who else can I find?"

But after he told Zhu Jueyun about it, Zhu Jueyun didn't care about it.

When talking about this topic, the two of them had just suppressed Hong Lang and pulled back the curtain of the bed to let the sunlight in.

Qu Conggu's voice was still hoarse, his bare shoulders were exposed from the quilt, and there were faint red marks, he never thought that Zhu Jueyun would ignore it.

He asked again: "What did you say??"

Zhu Jueyun leaned over to look at him and smiled: "Whoever takes care of it will do it."

Qu Cong Gu:? ? ?

Qu Cong consulted for the third time: "What did you say?!"