Round and quiet.

This Buddha's name sounds familiar.

Heng Yu lowered his eyes and thought about where he had heard of the Buddha's name "Yuanjing".

The Qingju next to her suddenly raised his right hand and took her hand gently.

The face may have been familiar with the scorching temperature. When the warm fingertips left the face, it was like when it first touched it, and it made an inexplicable tremor rise from the bottom of my heart.

"What's wrong?" Heng Yu was a little surprised.

Before she could tease her enough, why did he react and move her hand away?

Now this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you missed it, who knows if you still have a chance to come again?

"Nothing happened." Zhizuo responded, and at the same time let go of her hand and stood up from the chair.

He looked at Yuanjing, clasped his hands together and bowed: "Is Yuanjing, the law enforcement elder who was rumored to have been sitting outside three hundred years ago?"

The law-enforcement elder of Wuding Sect who is transformed into a transformation?

At this moment, Heng Yu finally knew where the familiarity of this name came from.

Some time ago, she found a travel notes for Buddhist practice in the Cultivator Market, and gave them to Yuzu as a gift.

And that travel notes were written by Monk Yuanjing.

Hearing Wu pointed out his identity directly, Yuan Jing sighed: "The law enforcement elder Yuan Jing has already transformed. Now I am just an ordinary monk who has long abandoned the practice of Buddhism and Taoism."

Heng Yu's eyes fell on Yuanjing—

From the ring scar above his head, he saw the nine-ring tin staff and golden bowl in his hand, and finally saw the cassock on him.

Have you really given up on this kind of Buddhist outfit from the bottom of your heart?

Yuanjing noticed her look and said calmly: "I have a lot of obsessions and can no longer become a Buddha. But I had been used to wearing a cassock for hundreds of years before my life. This habit has not been changed until now, so fellow Taoists don't have to be surprised."

Heng Yu withdrew his gaze: "It was the younger generation who offended me."

Yuanjing shook her head, not wanting to say anything more to her.

He looked at enlightenment deeply, his thoughts fluctuated in his heart, and he wanted to speak out with his own examples to persuade him to realize it, but thinking about how he had not been able to understand it in the past few hundred years, he became more and more confused as he lived, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He casually found a topic: "Who is the Buddhist son of Wuding Sect?"

"I realized the Buddha's name."

The round and quiet pupils that could have kept the calm on their faces narrowed: "But the Buddhist son who has the innate Buddha bones?"

“That’s right.”

Yuanjing's body shook gently, and the nine-ring tin staff in his hand also rang with the bell. He closed his eyes hard, and Yuanjing said, "The Wuding Sect has been waiting for the birth of the innate Buddha bones for tens of thousands of years. You must never break the path of love."

Heng Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

It's a similar statement.

What does the "innate Buddha bone" mean to Buddhism? How important is it? It has been so important that it has been pursued for thousands of years?

When I heard Yuanjing's words, I knew that Yuanjing had misunderstood Heng Yu and his ambiguous behavior just now: "Senior misunderstood, just..."

Heng Yu stepped forward and pulled the sleeve of the monk Wu's robe.

She pulled gently and successfully interrupted the enlightenment: "But Buddhism emphasizes hard work, and in this endless sea of ​​suffering, only I can bring a trace of joy to enlightenment."

As he spoke, Heng Yu's hand moved gently, holding Yu's wrist.

She stood very close to Juju, so she could feel the stiffness of his body.

Heng Yu raised his face and smiled at him, and his hand continued to slide down along the texture of his palm, sliding across the warm palm, facing his fingertips, and finally clasped his fingers tightly.

"He can't refuse me, I think it's just like the witch you said, either, back then, could not refuse the witch you said."

"Senior, who can resist the fate of the disaster?"

Heng Yu smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes slashed through the bright and bright eyes of enlightenment, and then fell on Yuanjing.

Looking at the perspective of Yuanjing, the two seemed to be snuggling together.

There is no contradictory point.

Yuanjing's face turned completely cold. He seemed to remember something, and cold sweat slid down his forehead along his face.

He swallowed hard, and the Adam's apple moved up and down, closed his eyes heavily, and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures to seek peace of mind.

After a while, Yuanjing opened her eyes: "Are you a junior at the peak of foundation building deliberately angering me?"

Heng Yu smiled: "So what if you anger your senior? Realization will protect me."

As he said that, Heng Yu shrank behind Li Ju and hid completely behind him.

Enlightenment: "…"

He moved his hand slightly, trying to pull it out.

But as soon as he moved, Heng Yu grabbed his hand harder and boredly, and his index finger circled on the back of his hand: "What are you doing?"

"Don't make trouble with Luo Master." Yu Wu said with a warm voice.

Heng Yu relaxed the strength of his hands, and did not press it so tightly: "Then don't make trouble."

The eyebrows and eyes were filled with helplessness.

He knew that she wanted to deliberately anger Yuanjing to check the hidden feelings buried deep in the years, so he was always cooperating with her.

But this cooperation with him...

"Amitabha." His lips opened lightly, and he recited the Buddha's name one after another, "Amitabha..."

"What kind of Buddha's name are you chanting? Are you confused?" Heng Yu pursed the corners of his lips.

This scene fell in Yuanjing's eyes, and he felt that time seemed to overlap—

Three hundred years ago, when he was traveling around the world to spread Buddhist scriptures, there was also a charming woman holding his hand.

He recited the Buddha's name and Buddhist scriptures over and over again, hoping to use this method to question his heart towards the Buddha and fade away his constantly waving thoughts.

A look of evil suddenly appeared on Yuanjing's picturesque face.

He aimed the golden bowl in his hand at Hengyu, and a golden light burst out from it, and all the power from the late stage of Jiedan was pressing on Hengyu.

Heng Yu quietly stared at the golden light with the threat of death and kept approaching her.

As the golden light was about to fall on her, a gentle Buddha light blocked her and silently transformed away the golden light.

"Amitabha." Qingwu was held by his right hand, and his left hand stood in front of him. "There are many mortals in the restaurant. Do you really want to do something in the restaurant?"

Buddhists are compassionate and if they take action in restaurants affect mortals, this is inconsistent with Buddhist creeds.

The circle is silent.

He is already an abandoned Buddhist, but the teachings of Buddhism have already penetrated into his bloodline.

This kind of teaching made him unable to do anything against Heng Yu anymore, but he just squeezed the nine-ring tin staff in his hand more and more forcefully.

"Please go upstairs and talk."

Zhixu made a gesture of asking for help.

At the same time, he said to Heng Yu in a gentle but firm tone: "Master Luo, let go."

The purpose of irritating Yuanjing has been achieved, so there is no need for the two of them to hold hands again.

Heng Yuyi reluctantly let go of her hands, and she sighed regretfully when her hands separated.

——In such a cold day, it’s so comfortable to warm your hands with enlightened hands.

-

The group went straight to the wing room.

Lenin and Hengyu fell to the end.

He glared at Heng Yu for a few times: "You are shameless!"

Heng Yu said innocently: "But your senior brother eats my set."

Seeing the handsome little monk's neck was so angry that his neck turned red, Heng Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.

-

Soon, the four of them walked into the wing room and sat on the stool.

Yuanjing took off the hat on her head, and her picturesque face was completely revealed.

His skin was too white, and the black rune was engraved on his face a little hideous, destroying the quiet temperament of his body, so that Li Nian couldn't help but wonder if his style was even more prosperous when there was no rune on his face.

The answer to this question should be yes.

Lenin has been growing up in the sect since she was a child, and she has known all the outstanding figures in the sect.

Three hundred years ago, Yuan Jing, a disciple of Wuding Sect, came out of nowhere and was extremely prosperous. He surpassed his peers in the debate on Buddhism.

Before Yuanjing was 100 years old, she successfully entered the Kanjie stage. After consolidating her cultivation, she was awarded the position of law enforcement elder. Because he wanted to travel around the world to spread Buddhism, Wuding Sect did not immediately make him a Buddhist son, but planned to wait for a while.
To be continued...