Taoist endowment

Chapter 84
Chen Jingyun had a good impression of the master's best friend in front of him, and several disciples also spoke highly of the old monk. At this time, seeing the old monk drank the wine in one gulp, his body was like a leaky skin , from the "swish" of the acupoints all over his body emitting spiritual energy, he knew that this old monk really did what his disciple said, and did not practice the secret method of Xianyun Guan.

"Master Kuyue, why are you bothering?" Chen Jingyun sighed, pointing to a stream of aura that bounced into Master Kuyue's body, leading the surging aura in his body for a week, and finally returned to the old monk's lower dantian .

After a while, Master Kuyue breathed a sigh of relief. Years of meditation skills allowed him to keep his Zen mind still even when the power of alcohol was on the rise, but when he heard the sentence "Uncle Kuyue", his eyes were sore It's amazing.

At this moment, when the alcohol was exhausted, Master Kuyue only felt that his muscles and bones were light and healthy, and his whole body was refreshed. The master smiled freely while being gratified.

Knowing what Chen Jingyun was thinking, he comforted him: "You little ox-nosed don't have to worry about the old monk, so what if you can practice the secret method in your view? Even if you can live another hundred or eighty years, it's just a little more suffering from loneliness.

I am reluctant to sit down now, just to read the scriptures to your master and a few old friends a few times a day, so as not to be blamed by them when I get there. "

After saying that, he smiled mischievously, shook the wine glass in front of him, and motioned for him to fill another glass.

Nie Wanniang had already reported the situation of Master Kuyue to Chen Jingyun. Ever since the old monk saw the portrait of his old friend Ling Yuanzi in Xianyun Temple, it seemed that he no longer had the great fear between life and death. , I am afraid that he has already become detached.

Chen Jingyun saw that Kuyue spoke freely, but behaved like a naughty boy, and couldn't help thinking of his deceased master and Mr. Chai, the two old men would always ask for favors from him like old children before they were about to pass away.

Seeing that Master Kuyue had handed the wine glass in front of him with anticipation, Chen Jingyun felt amused in his heart, he was the best way to deal with such an old man, he couldn't follow everything.

So he intentionally made a reluctant expression on his face, and helplessly took a gourd full of wine from the storage bag and threw it to Master Kuyue, muttering that the old monk was really greedy.

Master Kuyue was even happier after seeing Chen Jingyun's boss' unwillingness. He took the wine gourd overjoyed, pulled out the stopper and looked inside, and saw that it was full of a gourd of dark blue wine, and then Nodding in satisfaction, he followed Chen Jingyun's example and tied the gourd around his waist, his eyes full of childlike innocence.

After being happy for a while, Master Kuyue suddenly remembered that he had just been called a bad chess player by the little ox-nosed man in front of him, is that okay?If he couldn't defeat the opponent who came to his door and return, wouldn't it be in vain for him to study so many days of chess skills?

So without saying a word, he dragged Chen Jingyun into the game.

This game of remnant chess has been played for more than half an hour, and it is clear that it is agreed that the player will have no regrets, but the old monk, relying on himself as an elder, actually started playing tricks, regretting the game, and secretly changing pieces, which made Chen Guanzhu Very angry.

The villagers all know that there are no fathers and sons in casinos. Could it be that you are allowed to be a rascal in the chess game?

So a Buddhist master and a martial arts saint are like rogues, this one who rolls his arms and sleeves and yells loudly, and that one who slaps the table and throws his cup is not to be outdone!
The two refused to give in to each other, and turned a small courtyard full of Zen like a tea house and wine shop, and Master Xuanhui who came to greet his uncle was so frightened that he dared not enter the door.

After the game, Master Kuyue, who had won half a round, beamed and praised Chen Jingyun as a good opponent who could match him evenly. He wanted to drag the audience to talk about another round, but Chen Guanzhu naturally refused to do so.

This made Master Kuyue so angry that he scolded Chen Jingyun for not knowing how to respect the old.
After playing chess, Chen Jingyun chatted with the old monk Kuyue for a long time. During this time, he told Master Kuyue one by one what he saw and felt in the blessed land of Cangshan Mountain, and what happened to his master Ling Yuanzi and his party. Say it.

After listening to Chen Jingyun's narration, Master Kuyue was so angry that his monk's robes were bulging and his eyes were wide open!

"Bang!" A palm slapped on the bluestone table, and the good stone table was instantly torn apart!
Seeing this, Chen Jingyun praised him again and again, and said bluntly: "Uncle Kuyue really has profound skills. If he cultivates the secret method of Xianyun Guan, he will not be weaker than those troublesome immortal cultivators. The younger generation just has a superficial calculation here, which is not as good as a master's." Uncle can help me to refer to the details, "Yunyun.

Master Kuyue listened to the junior in front of him constantly narrating, the unstoppable waves surged up in his Zen mind, which was like still water. He knew that this little bull nose was deliberately arousing his dissatisfaction, but so what if he knew. ?

Since this disciple, old friend, already has that huge calculation in his heart, how can he, as an elder, stay out of the world of mortals?
This old monk was born to worry about his life. He has been worried about his old friend for more than [-] years. …

Watching off his old friends and disciples walking towards the sky and waving goodbye to him, and then looking at the two volumes of secret law in his hand, Master Kuyue's chest was burning hot, and this feeling hadn't happened for more than 20 years.

He recruited Xuan Hui, who had been guarding outside the courtyard and dared not enter, and ordered him to copy and send him a copy of the two volumes of secret law sent by Xianyun Temple. From today onwards, he will retreat to study these four volumes of secret law Combining my own original Buddhist magic skills, I created a set of Amitabha Temple's shocking temple skills!
When Xuanhui heard his uncle's words, he was so happy that he fell to the ground and burst into tears. Ever since he vaguely guessed what his uncle was thinking, he has been unwilling to eat every day. It has become a routine to greet him in the morning and evening, and he is afraid of Qingtian from the Amitabha Temple. The pillar sat down silently.

Once the uncle dies, the consequences are really unthinkable.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Jingyun withdrew his spiritual thoughts with a sigh.

Xianyunguan has been living alone in the north for 20 years, and has always been indifferent to the affairs of the Jianghu. Therefore, there are too few usable and trustworthy people among Tiannanwu people. Then again, in the huge Jianghu, they can enter How many people are there?

Today he confessed all the thoughts in his heart, but in the final analysis, he still had selfish intentions. Although he inspired Master Kuyue's vitality, he also destroyed his pure Zen mind, and added too many fetters to this kind elder's heart.

"Except for myself and a few disciples, Tiannan Yiyu has no masters who can do it.

Relying on the warriors to grope for the method of comprehension and practice on their own, I really don't know how many years and months it will be before they can produce a few more masters.

It seems that I just want to be a Bole for a while. "Thinking like this, I didn't realize that I had already returned to Funiu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)