He heard his lover discussing with the system how to attack him

Wu Cibei also sensed the Qingtong Sanren appearing on the bank of the river, so he sped up his speed and manipulated the dharma giant to carry out a carpet search on the Jinsha River, and soon caught the little water snake demon soul hiding in the water vein node. come out.

This water snake demon soul is much weaker than the evil dragon, and it has no physical body to resist beating, so Wu Cixi didn't rub it on the ground, but just grabbed it and imprisoned it, and then threw the water snake demon soul that had turned into a small black insect In front of Qingtong Sanren.

The huge Faxiang giant gradually dissipated, Wu Cibei stood on the river, stepped back to the shore again.

Everything returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering formation just now was just a phantom.

Wu Cibei glanced at the shivering little black insect, smiled at Qingtong Sanren, and said, "Renren, I will leave this little bug to the real person to deal with."

This is his gift to Qingtong Sanren, and it is also a pavement for him to win Qingtong Sanren to work for him in the future.

But no matter how much he valued Qingtong Sanren, he would not hand over his merits to others, just because he suppressed the water snake demon soul. Even if Qingtong Sanren killed it, most of the merits and virtues belonged to him, the main force.That's why Wu Cixi gave Qingtong Sanren the right to dispose of the water snake demon soul so generously.

Qingtong Sanren looked at the little black bug in front of him who was stiff and didn't even dare to move, and then recalled the scene of his battle with the water snake demon soul who had transformed into a huge black dragon. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt psychological The gap is so big...

It was as if the goal I had worked so hard for all my life was suddenly and easily accomplished by someone else, who innocently pretended to be a coward in front of me...

Good heart QAQ

Qingtong Sanren turned his head, and said in an unnatural tone: "Pindao would like to thank the master on behalf of the people on both sides of the Jinsha River! As for the treatment of this evil god, he will be executed immediately!"

For such evil spirits, there is merit in slaying demons and demons, and Qingtong Sanren, who is not as big as he is, insists on rubbing off on Wu Mercy's merit.In his opinion, as long as he can solve the scourge of the Jinsha River evil god, it is an excellent gift he has received.

Wu Cibei didn't refuse him anything, and didn't even look at the little black bug who was trembling in fright, a Buddha's light fell, and it dissipated like darkness meeting light.

Before Wu Cibei left, Qingtong Sanren finally couldn't help asking: "Master, why is your Dharma image yourself? How can you exert such a powerful power with yourself as the Dharma image?"

For a strong man who has cultivated for so many years, Wu Ci's situation is like refreshing his worldview.

Wu Mercy didn't hide it either, and replied: "The Buddha has a past body, a present body, and a future body, and the one of the three generations is the Buddha. Then why can't the poor monk take the future self as the Dharma image and borrow his future power?"

The corner of Qingtong Sanren's mouth twitched, and finally he was full of questions, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Because he had a hunch, it was useless to ask, and he would be hit.

The Buddha's three-life body is related to the law of time. Only as strong as the Buddha can the three-life body be one.

Moreover, all kinds of legends about the Buddha are just legends, and no one has really seen them. If it weren't for the fact that the Dharma can really borrow the power of immortals, gods and Buddhas, I am afraid that no practitioners would believe that immortals, gods and Buddhas really exist.

Now Wu Cixi actually said that he visualized his future self as the Dharma image, and he was so powerful with the help of his future self...

Qingtong Sanren was very confused: How do you know that you will be so awesome in the future?

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Wu Cibei looked at Qingtong Sanren's bewildered look, and smiled slightly.

In fact, the method he said is indeed correct. As long as you visualize your future appearance, you can indeed use yourself as the Dharma, and even further let yourself be the present body, and the Dharma is the future body, and the two bodies can be combined to reach a higher state .

It's just that the premise of this method is - you have to know what your future looks like, and you have to know how awesome your future is.

If the future self is a weak chicken, then the person who regards himself as the Dharma is tantamount to useless.

Wu Cixi was able to do this because he had a unique chance to be reborn once.

Otherwise, even if he reached the pinnacle of this world with such amazing talent in his previous life, he would not be able to peek through time and see his past and future self.

After all, this world was too small, and it shackled him.

Wu Cibei looked up at the sky in the distance, and her heart became more and more determined. One day he would be able to break the shackles of this world and walk to a higher level.

After bidding farewell to Qingtong Sanren and Zhang Yizheng, master and apprentice, Wu Cibei embarked on the road back to Jingshan Temple.

On the way back this time, Wu Cibei walked very fast, instead of walking slowly like the Tathagata, she used the spell of shrinking the ground to inches.

In a few days, he came to the foot of Jingshan Temple.

The name of this mountain is Jingshan, so the temple on the mountain is called Jingshan Temple.

In fact, Jingshan Temple has been passed down not long ago. It is just that an eminent monk lived in seclusion here more than 500 years ago. It can be considered a bit of a reputation.

Wu Cibei's master, Abbot Kong Jue, is the eighth generation successor, and Wu Cibei is designated as the ninth generation successor.

In fact, Jingshan Temple is not considered a single pass from generation to generation, but not all monks can comprehend the inheritance. Coincidentally, in each generation, there is only one successor who can accept all the inheritance, and gradually it has evolved into a single pass from generation to generation. .

It has been passed down for eight generations in more than 500 years. It can also be seen from this that practitioners do not have much advantage over ordinary people in terms of life expectancy.

Immortality is hard to find.

It's not that there is no immortality in this world, but if the strength is not enough and the realm is not enough, there will be no immortality.

Only a small group of people at the top of the entire practice world can practice to the point where they can live for hundreds of years. The only one who can live long and see forever is Wu Cixi, who was on the top of the world in his previous life.

Then Wu Mercy, the only immortal, was reborn.

Because immortality is hard to come by, no matter how much Wu Cibei did not give up on his master, he never thought of letting his master cultivate to the level he was in his previous life.Only those who have been through it know how difficult it is.

There are a total of nine levels of inheritance in Jingshan Temple, and the highest level of the nine levels of inheritance cannot be cultivated to the point where it can live for hundreds of years, otherwise the eminent monk who left the inheritance would not have passed away early.

To put it bluntly, the upper limit of Jingshan Temple's inheritance is not high, which is quite average.However, with such an ordinary inheritance, Wu Cixi's master, Abbot Kongjue, has not been able to cultivate to the highest ninth level.

Insufficient aptitude and understanding, even if Wu Cixi wanted to help her master, there was nothing she could do.

Because the realm of cultivation cannot be faked by foreign objects, but to practice the cultivation method... Wu Cixi's self-created cultivation method is too difficult.

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Wu Cibei walked up to Jingshan Temple, looking at the familiar environment, she felt a little homely and timid.

Not to this temple, but to people.

In his previous life, he lived for more than 2000 years before he was reborn. Before his rebirth, Jingshan Temple had been passed down for countless generations. He didn't know any of those disciples and grandchildren, and he didn't care about them.

All he cared about was the inheritance of Jingshan Temple entrusted to him by his master before his death.

Focus on the key points - entrusted by the master!

But now that he was reborn, he was about to enter Jingshan Temple, seeing his amiable master who always called him "Little Mercy" with a smile, he couldn't help being a little excited.

The state of mind that has been calm for more than 2000 years has finally become turbulent today.

Before Wu Cibei stepped into the residence of his master, Abbot Kongjue, he made all kinds of psychological preparations. After he entered, he saw that somewhat thin figure, saw the kind smile on that familiar face, and heard that sentence again. The familiar "Little Mercy, come home!"

All of a sudden, there was no tension or excitement in his heart.

It was as if he really had just gone on a long trip and returned home.

Wu Ci piti smiled, and said naturally: "Master, I'm going home!"

yes!He came home!

Here, Jingshan Temple, where Master is present, is his home.

Abbot Kongjue put down his hoe for plowing the vegetable garden, walked over, and patted Wu Cibei's shoulder with a smile: "Go out for a trip, I have grown up a lot!"

The reborn Wu Cixi is naturally much more mature than the real Wu Cixi who is around 20 years old.

However, Abbot Kongjue recognized this much mature young monk at a glance, and he was still his obedient apprentice.

Wu Cibei chatted with Abbot Kongjue for a while. Like a child, he told his elders all his experiences along the way. Among them, meeting Hu Miaoxue, a female ghost, was also one of his experiences. He even took Hu Miaoxue out of the wooden bowl. Release it and show it to Master.

That lively look seemed to have really returned to when she was about 20 years old, and Hu Miaoxue was terrified when she saw it.

After all, seeing a moody one-punch monk who laughs and smashes ghosts into flying ashes turns into a child showing off, how can you feel frightened!

After Wu Cibei had finished explaining all her experiences along the way, she took out the reply letter from Qingtong Sanren and handed it to Abbot Kongjue: "Master, this is the reply letter from Master Qingtong."

Abbot Kongjue took the letter, smiled, and put it in his arms, planning to read it when he returned to the Zen room.

As for now?It's time to listen to his children tell about their first time traveling abroad.

The two masters and apprentices just sat on a small stone bench next to a vegetable field in the yard. One spoke excitedly, the other listened carefully, interrupting and asking questions from time to time. The atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful.

No one can see that this is the first meeting between the master and apprentice after 2000 years, spanning time, space and life and death.

As the sky was getting dark, Wu Cibei went to evening class with Abbot Kongjue.

Of course, not only the two monks, master and student, were doing the evening class. All the monks in Jingshan Temple would come to do the evening class, including the young novice monk who had just been ordained.

It was also a good experience for Wu Cibei to return to the youthful days when he was sitting on the futon with his brothers and sisters, chanting scriptures and doing evening classes.