Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 43 When I was young and nameless when I went away, it will be different when I return!
Flowers bloom and fail to return to dust.

It's another autumn.

Juan, dressed in travel and dust, crossed mountains and rivers with young monks on horseback, and finally arrived in front of the gate of this ancient temple.

When he went, he was unknown, but when he returned, he was famous all over the world.

"Is it really like senior brother?"

"Senior brother in the first seat, please come in quickly!"

When the monk on duty in front of the mountain gate saw Ji Qiu, his expression was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned into a look of awe.

They have all heard the rumors in the past few months.

It is also because of this that it seems a little unbelievable.

Although for several years, they have known for a long time that the young monk in front of them will be a martial arts wizard that the Xuankong Temple will not produce for many years.

but.
Po Yueshan, Mie Daming, and Fist Town's eight lineages inherited, and swords beat dozens of masters!

This kind of achievement is a bit too ridiculous for a young man who is no more than fifteen years old, no more than sixteen years old.

"You two are welcome."

Seeing the two yellow-clothed monks rushing towards him, Ji Qiu nodded slightly and responded with a faint smile.

Then, he picked up the steps and went up to the mountain gate.

On both sides of the bluestone stairs of the ancient temple, the luxuriant pines and cypresses were still green when they went there, and they have not changed when they come back. They are not affected by the spring and autumn, and they still stand here.

The outside of the Xuankong Temple is open, and there are usually a lot of pilgrims there, but in this autumn, there are just a few less visitors.

Halfway up the mountain is the place where the monks in the temple live and practice Buddhism and martial arts.

All the way, Ji Qiu felt the wind blowing under his feet, he raised his breath quickly, and in a short while, he walked to the other courtyard where he had lived for several years.

After returning to the mountain, the first thing to do was to visit Master.

When Jingming is usually free, he always likes to sit under the bodhi tree, holding a cup of hot tea and meditating with his eyes closed.

It has been like this for several years, and it has not changed.

At this time, the autumn wind blows.

Ji Qiu stepped on a field of fallen leaves, and really saw the gray robed middle-aged monk in the courtyard who looked like he was motionless.

So, respectfully, he went forward and performed the Buddha's salute, saying:
"Disciple Zhenru, pay homage to Master."

Hearing the sound of trampling fallen leaves, Jingming opened his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a young monk walking out of a painting in front of him, making a respectful sound.

In an instant, several complicated emotions flashed across Jingming's eyes.

Surprise, gratification, envy, complex.
In the end, they all faded away one by one like a revolving lantern.

Afterwards, the gray-robed monk patted his body and stood up, with a rather emotional tone:

"You're back."

"Heroes are born in youth. The poor monk didn't believe this sentence before, but today, he has to believe it."

"You child, the poor monk watched you grow up. The poor monk never thought that you could do this at the age of fifteen or sixteen."

"Right now, there are rumors about you all over the rivers and lakes. Even our ancient temple in Xuankong Mountain is full of your myths."

"You have surpassed Master."

When she said the last sentence, Jingming had a vicissitudes of life on her face.

Now, he is no longer young.

The blood qi has slipped, even though the true qi has become stronger, but he has lost the cultivation base at the peak, and there is no hope of innate talent in this life, let alone an invincible man like Ji Qiu.

Hearing Jingming's slightly melancholy words, Ji Qiu's expression did not change, and he still replied respectfully:

"Students don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be better than disciples. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in art, that's all."

"No matter what, the master is always the master. No matter when and where it is placed, Zhenru will perform the gift of a disciple."

"If you have something to do, I will take it on my shoulders!"

A few words, decisive.

What Jingming said was immediately touched, and even a little ashamed came to his heart.

It is false to say that you are not jealous, even if you have read Buddhist scriptures for decades, you cannot be exempt from vulgarity.

Every time he sees Ji Qiu bravely climbing the peak of martial arts and becoming more outstanding, even if Jingming's heart is as calm as water, he will involuntarily feel envious.

It would be great if I could do the same!

After sighing with emotion, Jingming shook his head, knowing that this was impossible.

He has also been taught the scriptures of crossing the world, but it is a pity that he has no spirit body to accompany him, so it is difficult to enter the door of the great way.

Since there is no way ahead, then pin your hopes on this disciple, hoping that he can go higher and go further!

"By the way, that girl still comes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every other month these days."

"What do you think, even the teacher knows."

"I hope you can do it yourself"

After the master and apprentice exchanged greetings for a while, Jingming remembered the red dress he had bumped into by chance before, and after a moment of silence, he still spoke abruptly.

Regarding Ji Qiu's words after he left, combined with his actions later, Jingming also roughly understood what he meant.

After all, it is difficult to raise a real dragon in shallow water.

In this regard, Ji Qiu only smiled slightly:
"Xuankong Temple will always be the disciple's sect."

"As long as I don't die, the Xuankong Temple will not be able to fall into the court for a day."

"Whoever dares to refuse to accept will be destroyed just like Nayueshan and Daming Sect!"

In the words, the domineering side leaked.

Seeing this, Jingming sighed helplessly, said Amitabha, and then said with some reproach:

"You child was obviously brought up by the poor monk himself, but you have not followed the poor monk's easy-going temperament."

"I haven't learned the dignity of Buddhism, but I have learned some ways of the vajra's angry eyes?"

"That's all, the poor monk sees that you have made up your mind and you have your own opinions, so let you go."

The disciples he taught always wished him well.

Even if he can't become a generation of eminent monks, he must become the person he hopes to be.

Don't regret your own way.

At this time, the sun was setting and the autumn wind was blowing.

"Thank you Master for completeness."

After Ji Qiu talked with Jingming, although they didn't clarify what they said, they both understood each other's meaning.

Afterwards, Ji Qiu turned around neatly.

The twilight shone down, stretching his back very long, but he didn't show any signs of stagnation. Instead, under the twilight orange light, he reflected a bit of vigor.

After walking out of the small courtyard on the hillside, Ji Qiu went to the Sutra Pavilion again, and met Master Awakened.

Now that he has achieved success, he is no longer as late as the hero he was when he first saw him. Even the wrinkles on his face have gradually smoothed away, and he no longer looks lazy, but has become radiant. , full of energy.

After seeing Ji Qiu's return, the old monk in a red cassock was even more heartbroken, and even couldn't help laughing, bluntly saying that if Ji Qiu hadn't visited the sects that killed the Xuankong Temple, I am afraid that this old bone of his would not be long. I'm going to take another long trip to exercise my muscles and bones.

Regarding this, Ji Qiu just smiled, and when talking with Jue Wu, he learned that there is a true master cultivated in Xuankong Temple since he was a child, and he also has a spiritual body, and now he is starting to refine Qi.

If it can be completed, then the Xuankong Temple will truly usher in the heyday of Spring and Autumn.

This is a good thing.

I thought it was the truth that had entered the eyes of enlightenment, but after some conversation, Ji Qiu realized it was not.

But he didn't say much.

The scriptures of crossing the world pay attention to the spirit body, and have little to do with the ordinary roots.

If the mantra can really enter the eye of enlightenment, then why won't it be passed on in this place so close to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?
It can only be said that every drink and peck has a cause and effect.

(End of this chapter)