Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

"Xiao Yun, it's time to eat, take out the food for me, be careful of burning your hands!"

The name "Xiaoyun" was chosen by Zhu Xiyan, because what his silent younger brother does most often, besides following him closely, is to sit on the threshold and look up at the white clouds in the sky. Also see, he doesn't fall behind for a day, so he simply gave him the nickname "Xiaoyun". As for the nickname, Zhu Xiyan still feels that his family Xiaoyun understands everything, but he just doesn't want to speak for the time being.

Xiaoyun nodded, and then he steadily carried two bowls of food to the dining table outside, then turned around and took out the rice bowls and chopsticks, and the two brothers sat down and finished their meal together.

Next, it's time for Xiaoyun to look at the cloud again. During this time, no matter how long or short, Zhu Xiyan doesn't need to be with him. He can do other things, and even go out without any problem, as long as he confesses to Xiaoyun. .

"Xiaoyun, brother, go to Uncle Li at the head of the village. You wait for me at home." Zhu Xiyan rubbed his brother's head and went out, while Xiaoyun continued to sit on the threshold and watch the cloud.

Xiaoyun's posture for watching Yun is quite special, with his legs crossed, just like a Taoist priest on TV. There is basically no reaction to the outside world, and the whole person seems to be in a trance.

In fact, he was indeed settled.

"Senior brother, don't!"

"Fellow Daoist Han, take care!"

"Jingyun, from now on, the division will depend on you to revive it..."

After Han Jingyun entered samadhi, these voices have always surrounded his ears. There are all kinds of people, but the most common ones are the young man calling him "senior brother" and the old man calling him "Jingyun". Their voices made Han Jingyun feel extremely kind and nostalgic.

He died with the Ghost King in his last life, and his soul was almost invisible. He couldn't figure out why he had the chance to be reborn again, but this didn't stop him from being grateful for it.

In the past two years, his soul has gradually solidified, and his consciousness has gradually become clear. He remembered who he was and why he died. However, his spiritual power has only recovered less than [-]%. Compared with his previous life, it was infinitely close to zero. He was not sure how long it would take to repair this body defect, and every time he thought about it, he could only sigh.

Fortunately, he was still able to enter meditation and cultivate, and the scattered spiritual power would one day be condensed, Han Jingyun always believed so hard.

Every time he enters meditation, Han Jingyun will either actively or passively think about various problems and enter a state of meditation. How beneficial this state will be to other monks varies from person to person, but for Han Jingyun, it is absolutely true. A sharp tool for cultivation, in his previous life, one successful meditation of his was worth three years of retreat, and ordinary people would not envy it at all.

It is also because of this that in this dharma-ending era where spiritual power is scarce, Han Jingyun also gradually recovers his spiritual power with his extremely high talent.

However, today's samadhi and meditation seem to have made a qualitative leap. Han Jingyun's whole body glowed with a golden gleam, and after that, Han Jingyun sank into a deeper level of samadhi and meditation. I don't know anything about what's going on outside.

I don't know, at this moment, the fur boy from the next door is approaching him step by step with a small bucket of mud dug out from the pond.

"Little mute, tell you to ignore me, I'm going to turn you into a clay doll today!"

Pi Kid smiled and said his plan as he approached. However, just as he lifted up the keg and was about to splash it on Han Jingyun, Han Jingyun, who was originally as quiet as a rock, opened his mouth suddenly. There seems to be a golden light bursting out of the eyes.

"what!"

After a scream, Pizi didn't know what to do, and put a bucket of mud on his head.

"Wow……"