Lu Zhengkang and Fu Daozi broke off their subjective experiences in their practice, Jing Bodhi kept nodding their heads aside, this old nun had already turned to the "Exhaustion of Troubles", and her mana was quite depleted after the transformation, and she has fallen into the realm of pill formation. It has been cut for two hundred years, but compared to the previous time, she has no way to improve. Now she has at least one smooth road ahead. It doesn't matter if she starts later. It is true to walk steady and continuous. She and Lu Zhengkang argued, To prove the difficulties and key points encountered in the practice, everyone learned from each other and gained a lot of the beauty and flexibility of practice.

Time is passing by, and it’s time to have lunch before you know it. At the Murano area, entertaining guests is a pot of turbid wine, a dish of white chicken, a dish of stewed pig's feet with soybeans, a dish of fried tofu and Malan vegetables, and a dish of soybean oil. Pickled mustard greens. Don't say it compares with the delicacies in the fairy gate, even the ordinary restaurants on the roadside are far more prosperous than these dishes.

Fu Daozi looked at these simple meals with no disgust, "The most delicious taste in the world is joy, and it has always been like this. Brother Lu Dao, Master Jing Bodhi, I will respect two of you."

"please."

"I'm sorry for the poor nun for replacing wine with tea."

The three sat at the same table, a self-styled Taoist priest, a monk nun, and a hidden demon. The dishes on the table were meat and vegetables. Taoists and the demon drank and ate meat, and the nuns drank tea and vegetables. Up.

Although it is said that food does not speak, but at the dinner table, Lu Zhengkang has lived for three lifetimes, and basically has never encountered someone who does not speak during dinner-a dumb person can make gestures.

Lu Zhengkang has always been curious about Fu Daozi's status as a Taoist priest. "Your ancestor of Qinglian Sword Sect is not a Taoist, right? Why do you walk around the world one by one with a number? Speaking of which, I don't know what your real name is, Brother Fu Daozi. "

Fu Daozi put down his wine glass, "We Qinglian Sword Sect is not the only one who inherited the Qinglian ancestor. At the beginning, he entered the Shushan cave and conquered the three original sects in the mountain, and passed them down together. The younger disciples always have this The common habit spreads. Nowadays, most of the twenty-four peaks of Shushan have dharma titles, but we are not regular Taoists, but we admire the pure and elegant style, so we dress up. As for my real name, the earliest lay name is already I forgot it, but later took an Encore name."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Encore, so bold."

"Just laughed. Jianzong children often have the recklessness to dare to be the first to the world, and it is considered a joy to get a name that is arrogant. If there are more bumps because of the name and fate, we have not been afraid of sadness."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I wonder if Daoist Qingningzi has a lay name?"

"Junior sister grew up in Qinglian Sword Sect, and she never had her name, but she had one name." Fu Daozi waved his hand, turned the topic away, raised a glass of wine and toasted Jing Bodhi, "Master invited, but there is something puzzled below. ."

"Friends, please ask."

"It is said that Master Jing Bodhi is already a Detao Zen master in the transcendence world, why is he still observing the rules and precepts?

"Yu Xin can't bear it."

"Grass and trees are also creatures. There are many plants in the world who perceive the heaven and the earth as spirits, but sentient beings. Why don't the monks care about these lives?"

Jing Bodhi bowed his head and folded his head together, "Monk and nun, there must be something to chew, otherwise the Dharma has become poison?"

Lu Zhengkang scolded with a smile: "You Taoist priest, deliberately say these things that offend people."

Fu Daozi's expressionless face was open and open, "It's just a doubt that has always been there. By the way, has there been any grievances between Lu Daozi and my junior sister Qing Ningzi? Or was it she? Going boldly against Brother Dao?"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "But it's not any grudges. It's just a misunderstanding. Earlier I traveled around Fengcheng, pretending to be a layman, Daoist Qingningzi wanted to invite me to apprenticeship when I saw me. I am naturally. I declined. Later, a flash flood broke out in Yuelun Mountain, and I rushed to rescue the disaster. I didn't expect to encounter Daoist Qingningzi for the second time."

Fu Daozi nodded, and said straightforwardly: "It's an embarrassment. I will go back and tell Master that she must have something to bully the younger sister again."

The eyes of Lu Zhengkang and Jing Bodhi suddenly became strange.

The beard on Fu Daozi's chin trembled twice, "Cough cough, I missed my mouth. The two of you don't care."

A meal is finished slowly, mainly because there are not many dishes, otherwise they can continue to eat.

After the meal, Fu Daozi and Lu Zhengkang made an appointment to play in the human city thousands of miles away. A disciple of Chitian Palace was waiting outside the door holding a jade lantern.

Fu Daozi wondered: "Brother Dao, what does this mean?"

"Stay less." Lu Zhengkang walked to the disciples, stretched out his left hand, picked up a mysterious iron dagger in his right hand, and put it on his wrist. The bright red blood dripped down, and it was full in a while A cup. The disciples took the blood and bowed back.

Lu Zhengkang touched the wound on his wrist and cast a spell on himself. Even after healed, there was no scar left.

The doubt in Fu Daozi's heart is even greater. The disciple of Chitian Palace is also a monk~lightnovelpub.net~ Although it is only a mere practice of Qi, it is not normal for three monks to appear in a mortal village, and this disciple is obviously attached to Lu Zhengkang's command.

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and smiled, "If something goes wrong in practice, I have to bleed myself every day."

"If Brother Dao feels unwell, you don't need to accompany you to chat and play, go to retreat yourself."

Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, "It's okay, this is not a problem that can be solved by retreat. I took some disciples and disciples in the area of ​​Yuelun Mountain to meditate, and I was trying to solve this hidden danger."

Fu Daozi temporarily accepted this statement. He laughed at himself: Can you have a life now, or others will show favor, regardless of the predecessors, how can you still explore the secrets of others?

The two resorted to their means and flew away, thinking about floating in the depths of Midland for a while. They had a good view from high altitude, and they could see the continuous ground under their feet. The farmland formed a beautiful and regular buffer zone between the settlement and nature. Lu Zhengkang smiled and said to Fu Daozi: "Nature has spirits, and the world also has spirits. You see, these villages and towns are still small and young. When the city is filled with thousands of miles, you may be able to feel the vitality in them. ."

Fu Daozi nodded, "The folks often worship the kitchen god, and it is also a kind of reverence for the ups and downs of the world. The famous mountains and rivers have the gods and rivers. In the future, there may be gods in a house for people to worship."

"Who can say no. Heaven is sentimental and evolves natural, and nature has an aura. Humanity has sentimentality and evolves into civilization, civilization has an aura. Heaven and man interact with each other, and the avenues return together. I can’t wait to see that bustling metropolis, Fu Daozi Brother, give Yang Guo a hundred years, and I can show you a civilized great demon, called the great demon of progress, who cuts the mountains and cuts the flow and is omnipotent."

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