Fu Canglu

Chapter 276
His Royal Highness never thought that the Central Plains would have changed in a different way when he retreated to practice in the Great Darkness Sacred Mountain.

One year and five months, it is the end of the 17th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Central Plains is snowing heavily.

The snow scenery of Gusu Road in the north of Qi Liang has always been praised by people, and the land in the south of the Yangtze River, even in winter, is not too cold.

Yi Xiao, who has long forgotten the years in the Lotus Pavilion, originally thought that when he re-entered the Central Plains, he could still see the pear blossoms in Yangguan Valley.

This season, naturally there will be no pear blossoms.

And even in snowy and rainy weather, Darong Temple is quite lively today.

After the reincarnated Bodhisattva went north to Great Wei and planted Bodhi in Luoyang City, Buddhism began to spread north and south along the Qijiang River. His Majesty Qiliang mercifully did not intervene, but allowed Buddhism to start from the decline of the three religions. Now climb up step by step.

More and more people in Zhongyuan began to convert to Buddhism. Even if they don't believe in Buddhism, they will never speak sarcasticly to Buddhists like before.

People in the Buddhist sect travel the world, and now they are no longer as distraught as they were back then, and they still worry about being suppressed by the court that pursues the extermination of Buddhism.

If you have real talent and learning, you can indeed turn it into a meal, and even if you can prove yourself that you have practiced Buddhism in the Darong Temple, you can even form a bond with those officials and eunuchs in the [-]th Dao of Qiliang. A good relationship.

For Buddhism, it is a great opportunity that they dare not even think about.

All originate from the reincarnated Bodhisattva.

The current young Supervisor of Darong Temple has the Buddha name Qingshi.

And that young supervisor, after returning from the Northern Wei Dynasty, actually brought back a young woman, who was directly named the guest minister of Darong Temple.

Buddhist woman Ke Qing.

The woman with the strange long sword on her back seems to be rather indifferent. After entering the Buddhist temple, she practiced hard day and night with the Lord Supervisor, and within a year, she had successfully climbed to the top of the Buddhist pagoda of the Darongi Temple. After coming out of the pagoda, this rare Buddhist woman, Ke Qing, showed no mercy on her face, but looked like a murderer.

All the people in the Buddhist temple just thought that the supervisor had brought back a demon practitioner, and wanted to use Buddhist compassion to influence this cold young woman. Who knew that little master Qingshi was so devoted to her practice of swordsmanship.

That woman, Ke Qing, has grown rapidly.

During the past year, everyone in the Darong Temple respectfully called her Master Layman.

Lay Yi An.

I don't know where this name came from, and the female Ke Qing was stunned for a long time after hearing it for the first time, and finally just hummed lightly, which was regarded as a tacit approval of this name.

Yi An.

Yi An.

The little monks I occasionally met in the Darong Temple would respectfully call out Lay Yi An from the bottom of their hearts, and this woman always responded and never left her in the cold.

Sure enough, one should not be blinded by the appearance, what little uncle Qingshi said is right, this layman only has a cold face, but in fact he has a kind heart, a truly compassionate heart of Buddhism.

The little monks were soon dumbfounded.

A month ago, a young prince from Qi Liang came to Darong Temple every year to get a lottery and fulfill his vows as usual, but by chance, he met a layman.

The little prince couldn't even move a step.

The Layman is very young, and he is a big beauty. If the facial features are a little longer, it is not considered to be an all-powerful beauty, but it is definitely one in a million.

This is something everyone in Darong Temple knows.

The little prince smiled hippie and went to chat up Yi Xiaoan, who had hardly spoken to outsiders after entering the Darong Temple, and the result can be imagined.

From the beginning to the end, Yi Xiaoan never looked directly at this so-called little prince of Qiliang.

What Prince Qiliang?
What is it?
Xiao Qi, the young prince of Xining Road who had a bad nose, was in a very depressed mood, so he came back to Darong Temple early the next day.

It's just that there are two more masters who have actually advanced to the ninth-rank realm behind them.

He came from an aristocratic family in Qiliang, and he knew the seriousness. With that reincarnated Bodhisattva sitting in the Darong Temple, the two ninth-rank masters couldn't even make a single splash. Good fate.

Yi Xiaoan did not disappoint him.

After squatting outside the pagoda gate and waiting for a day, Xiao Qi got his wish and finally saw the woman he had been dreaming about again.

It's just that the one who came out of the tower with Yi Xiaoan also had a strange long sword suspended in the air.

All the young monks in the entire Darong Temple stared blankly at this scene:
The layman who walked out of the pagoda held his hands behind his back and moved his sword with his heart.

Fu Que got out of her sheath, and circled around the head of the young prince of Xining Road.

The foolish little prince of Xining Dao smirked and held his chin, and waited until the sword energy circled around and the flower returned to its sheath, only to realize that he had been shaved into a bald donkey by a sword energy.

Xiao Qi turned his grief and anger into strength, and was about to stand up when he was pressed down by the woman and sat down on the ground.

The Buddhist woman, Ke Qing, said casually: "Want to see me every day? It's actually very simple. Today I will shave your head bald, and tomorrow you will worship at the Darong Temple. Be a monk honestly, so there is no need to worry about these things."

Murderous.

The little prince of Xining Dao sat on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the door of the pagoda being closed again, he raised his head angrily after a long time, remembering that at this time he should angrily reprimand the guards around him.

The two ninth-rank masters stood there dumbfounded, sweating profusely, and kept the movement of drawing their swords out of their sheaths stiff in place.

That posture was pulled halfway, and never moved again.

draw sword
In fact, it is drawing the hilt out of the sheath.

Because the scabbard is full of broken swords.

I don't know when it has been completely shattered by that woman.

Bells rang.

After that day, the novice in the Darong Temple could not forget the layman's inhuman methods that day, but also kept a respectful distance from this frightening young woman of seniority.

Although everyone is bald.

But no one wants to be hacked to death by that monster sword.

"My lord?"

Yi Xiao listened to the story told by the little novice with great interest, and said with a soft smile, "This layman is so powerful now?"

The little novice nodded desperately, and said seriously: "Of course it's amazing! The Buddhist guest minister brought back by the little master must be amazing!"

The Qingli girl in Tsing Yi held up an oil-paper umbrella beside Yi Xiao. It was raining heavily and snowing in Yangguan Valley, and the temple was filled with pure snow. Pilgrims kept coming. Little Shami.

That little novice even told him so many truths with all his heart and soul.

What should be said and what should not be said, has been said in one brain.

His Highness smiled and patted the little novice monk on the head, knelt down, pointed to the pagoda of the Darong Temple, and asked softly: "Is that pagoda you are talking about retreating in that pagoda?" ?”

"Master Layman spends a lot of time in daily practice." The little novice seemed to realize that he had said so much to this young man before, and some of the words that Lord Layman said were too murderous should not be for outsiders. Said, at this time carefully asked: "Benefactor, you?"

Yi Xiao lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "You can rest assured, I am a friend of Lay Yi An."

The little novice suddenly realized, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name reverently.

He stood on tiptoe, pointed to the top of the pagoda, and said earnestly: "Master Lay is practicing at the highest level of the pagoda. If she hasn't come out yet, you might as well wait and go to the wishing pool to make a wish."

After the little novice walked away, Qingli, who was holding an umbrella for Yi Xiao who was squatting on the ground, asked softly, "What layman is that disciple of Great Alchemy Su?"

His Highness gently brushed his temples, and hummed.

Qingli frowned slightly, and asked that question.

"Why hasn't she come out of the tower to see you?"

His Highness was still squatting on the ground, walking slowly on the snow with his fingers, and laughed at himself: "She is a busy person now, she may be practicing."

Qingli's gaze was a little distracted, she quietly opened her umbrella, and watched His Highness write two words on the snow.

Yi Xiao stood up slowly, took the oil-paper umbrella from Qingli's hand, glanced at the top of the pagoda, and said softly, "Let's go."

With a complicated complexion, Qingli gently read the two words written on the snow.

"Yi An."

Before I entered the pagoda, I was like all living beings, and my heart has something to do.

After I entered the pagoda, I cut off the ties of the world and asked for nothing.

If you only have one thought, think about Yiping.

The young woman standing on the highest floor of the pagoda, carrying a lotus on her back, and screaming with a demon sword, seemed to have met the old master, and they had a tacit understanding between each other.

The woman who had regrown her hair was no longer the youthful look she had before, her black hair was coiled up in a red bun, she definitely did not look like a pure Buddhist, but she had ninety percent of a dusty fairy aura.

With clear eyes, she stood on the highest floor of the pagoda, with her hands on the white stone railing, looking at the slender figure standing with an umbrella, and the girl in Tsing Yi who had never seen him beside him.

More than a year.

Why did this man who had completely disappeared in the Central Plains come back?
You're back, why are you still here?

Her heart was complicated, with mixed feelings, a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Qingshi was behind her, and asked softly at this moment: "I really don't see the upper side?"

Yi Xiaoan smiled lightly.

Incense is lingering in the pagoda, and the white stone railings are covered with snow, which is clean.

If my heart is like a bright mirror, why should I care about the heavy snow all over the sky, naturally there will be no dust.

It's a pity that some concerns are still unforgettable.

But she thought for a long time in her mind, but said softly between her lips without hesitation.

"Gone."

That person really drifted away with an umbrella, leaving a line of footprints in the snow.

It's a pity that the heavy snow is still falling, and this line of footprints will soon be submerged.

Just like the writing written by the man squatting on the snow, it is destined that no trace will be left, and no one will see it.

The Buddhist woman, Ke Qing, breathed a sigh of relief, and half-lyed on the white stone railing. After a long time, her face became warm, and finally she smiled as if she was sobbing.

Yi Xiaoan said softly: "I have my way, and you have yours."

"Different road non-phase plan."

"Since we are strangers, we will never see each other again."

As soon as the words fell, the man standing with the umbrella stopped suddenly.

The face under the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be smiling.

He handed the oil-paper umbrella to the woman in Tsing Yi, and walked into the wind and snow alone.

Back and forth.

(End of this chapter)