Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 12 Willing to endure 500 years of wind, sun and rain, just to wait for you to pass by
Three years later.

On the Hanging Temple, there is a martial arts arena.

"My lineage of Xuankong Temple uses martial arts to comprehend Zen and use martial arts to explain Buddhism. Although I practice martial arts, what I pay attention to is to use martial arts to protect and maintain the thoughts of the common people. I hope you can uphold this thought!"

"Practice the Tao, dance the circle, know the magic, realize the Zen, and realize the Tao early!"

"Amitabha."

On the huge martial arts arena in all directions, there was a slender, handsome monk with his hands behind his back in a moon-white monk's robe, teaching in a solemn voice to the densely packed Buddhist disciples below.

This person is Ji Qiu.

After three years of practice, the first stage of the Qi Refining Chapter of the Sutra of Crossing the World, even though the aura of heaven and earth is extremely thin, is still completely cultivated by him with a lot of talent.

The current Ji Qiu has successfully condensed his energy, and has become a master of cultivation who can control the spirit energy to defend against the enemy.

In this world of ordinary people, even the so-called martial arts innate who can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves are no longer his all-in-one enemy.

As it should be, among his peers in Xuankong Temple, he is a well-deserved number one.

As the saying goes, no matter how young a capable person is, when Ji Qiu defeated all the outstanding monks in Xuankong Temple with an absolutely crushing attitude.

No one would object to him being the young leader of the contemporary Xuankong Temple.

In fact, except for the enlightened monks in the Xuankong Temple who transformed the martial arts inner energy into the spiritual energy of practice, and thus became Qi Condensation Realm from the beginning, all the remaining martial arts masters are no longer Ji Qiu's opponents.

Even Master Jingming, who taught him martial arts with his own hands, is no exception.

Therefore, not to mention some young leader, even if it is to become the number one in martial arts in this Baili Xuankong Mountain, Ji Qiu is not impossible!

"We will follow the words of the first senior brother, and we will do our best to comprehend Xuankong martial arts and protect the way of Zen!"

Ji Qiu faced all directions in this martial arts arena, his sleeves were blown by the wind, making a sound of hunting.

And the monk disciples at the bottom all had yearning looks on their faces, and when Ji Qiu's words fell, they immediately echoed them.

Never mind that Ji Qiu is only 14 years old.

But over the years, monks in almost every monastery, as long as they practice martial arts, have more or less received some guidance from him.

To be kind to others and leave fragrance everywhere is just a matter of effort for him.

But for these martial monk disciples with ordinary martial arts aptitude, perhaps one level is enough to be stuck for a year or so, this kind of action is tantamount to sending charcoal in a timely manner.

Therefore, his status has naturally risen. This is something that everyone in the temple, whether elders or peers, agrees with.

Therefore, Ji Qiu is the head seat at the outer gate of the Xuankong Temple, and the senior brother of the younger generation. The rest of them are far behind him in terms of prestige and strength.

After the annual martial arts test ended perfectly, Ji Qiu greeted one monk after another, and finally got free.

Before the simulation, two lifetime regrets, one of which has completely disappeared with his persistent and unremitting efforts for several years.

When Ji Qiuyu took over the power of the younger generation with the permission of Chief Kong Wen and the consent of Juewu Master, he was the number one in martial arts in this Jianghu.

As for the little monk of Zhenyan who once surpassed Zhenru and traveled thousands of miles to seek immortality.

He is still doing sanitation in the Sutra Pavilion, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be valued by the enlightened master, let alone know the scriptures of crossing the world.

Destiny is so wonderful, it only needs one flap of the wings of a little butterfly, and it will never be the same again.

Ji Qiu paced down the mountain, feeling emotion in his heart, when a sudden voice from Youdao drew his attention:
"Hey, little monk!"

A light red figure flashed by, and when Ji Qiu turned his head, he saw a pair of brown eyes as clear as a pool of clear water, and the girl with a light expression was waving her arms and running towards him at high speed.

Three years have passed, and the girl who was originally two years older than Ji Qiu has now grown into a girl.

It was in the [-]th year of the year, and it was graceful and graceful. Just by standing here, even if it was in the monk's temple, I don't know how many people looked at it with longing eyes.

This look has nothing to do with distracting thoughts, but an appreciation for beautiful things.

And it is such a beautiful young girl who is sincere to others, but only when she sees the little monk in the moon white monk robe, she has a special liking for her.

In three years, I have long been used to it.

Turning around, Ji Qiu had a gentle smile on his face, still as calm as when he was young.

"Miss Xiu, I am a young monk at this age, and I am already able to stand alone in the world, so there is no need to call me a little monk, right?"

There was a bit of helplessness in the monk's words, but there was no disturbance in the ear of the woman opposite.

Su Qixiu raised her eyebrows, immediately smiled leisurely, and then replied in that crisp voice:
"If you don't call you a little monk, what's your name?"

"It's been so many years, it's called getting used to it. Besides, you acquiesced in the beginning. Isn't it too pretentious to call you Zhenru now?"

"Do you think so, really like a master~?"

After the girl finished speaking, she blinked and smiled playfully.

Seeing this, Ji Qiu could only smile wryly and shook his head, not to dwell on this issue any longer.

"This time I found some free time again and ran out of the house?"

Ji Qiu knew that Su Qixiu was a descendant of the princess of the Suqian royal family, but he didn't tell the truth before the time came, he just asked casually as usual.

"The management at home is strict. I can only come to this Xuankong Temple in the name of burning incense and worshiping Buddha after ten days and half a month. You know that."

"Every time I'm at home, I'm bored and have nothing to do. Only when I come to this temple and listen to the little monk tell some interesting stories, can I add a little fun to this peaceful life."

"This time, what kind of interesting stories are you going to tell me?"

The two lined up side by side on the Qingshi trail, walking down the mountain along the road.

The red-clothed girl asked enthusiastically while replying.

After Ji Qiu heard it, he thought about it carefully:
"The famous allusions recorded in the Buddhist scriptures have been told to you many times. For this reason, the little monk has read a lot of classics."

"Why don't we recite Buddhist scriptures to Miss Xiu today, what do you think?"

Ji Qiu was also a little helpless at this time.

Because it must be known that the words and stories he told Su Qixiu in this life are more than the sum of his previous life.

Of the limited Buddhist and Taoist allusions in his stomach, he has already told almost everything he can tell.

While talking, there was a slight mist rising, and the weather gradually became cooler.

When the two raised their heads, they found that the sky was covered by dark clouds, and there was a drizzle falling slightly.

"Come here."

Seeing the sudden change in the weather, Ji Qiu lifted up his sleeves and gently shielded half of the rainwater for the beautiful figure in red on one side, and then led her to go down to the corner of the eaves next to her.

Although Su Qixiu is three or two years older than Ji Qiu, after all these years, Ji Qiu has already grown taller, even more than half a head taller than the girl next to her.

The two of them walked quickly without stopping, and within a moment they reached the eaves not far from the bluestone stairs.

At this time, Su Qixiu gasped slightly, and regained her composure.

She looked at the handsome monk who was very close in front of her and was raising her sleeves to protect her from the wind and rain. Even though the weather was slightly cold, her pretty face couldn't help but a little red.

"I don't listen to Buddhist scriptures. Those Buddhist scriptures are the same all day long, which is extremely boring."

"Hey, little monk, how about this."

"In the past, you were the one who told me the story. Let me tell you one this time."

The girl leaned against Ji Qiu's side, leaned over slightly, and said softly.

"It is recorded in your Buddhist classics that before Venerable Ananda became a Buddha, he once liked a woman and had an unforgettable relationship with her."

"The Buddha once asked him, how much do you like that woman?"

"He said: I would like to become a stone bridge and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain"

The rain kept falling, tick-tock, splashing water on the bluestone slabs full of vicissitudes.

Amidst the clouds and mist, under the eaves, there is a girl in red, accompanied by a monk in white robes in January, and she seems to be chanting in a low voice, saying:

"Just to get her to cross the bridge."

"Little monk."

"What do you think of this story?"

(End of this chapter)