Otherwise, why would you play the flute every night in your dreams?

Suddenly Li Yi moved his fingers, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and for a long time there was a trace of clarity.

Then he frowned slightly, adding a touch of elegance. A good-looking person can touch people's hearts with just a glance or a smile.

"Pro."

A seemingly sparse and ordinary word uttered by a calm voice caused waves of turbulence when it fell into the void. It was like a huge stone falling into the calm water, causing waves.

Proverbs do not spread to the six ears, and laws do not spread to ordinary people.

Bai Shi didn't react at all, and was even immersed in Li Yi's appearance. But Qiong Yu's whole body was frozen in place. Facing this word, she was like a sailboat in the strong wind and waves.

His soul was violently turbulent, his mind was erratic, and even his short figure as big as a palm began to become distorted and trance-like.

Suddenly, a finger gently touched her head, and a gentle force like a vast ocean calmed her mind and calmed all the disturbances.

Qiong Yu stretched out her hand to hug Li Yi's finger in fear, and asked blankly: "Senior Immortal, what was that just now?"

Although she laughed at Shiraishi, when she was really in danger, she began to subconsciously seek the protection of Sennin-senpai.

"Lin Zi Jue."

There was a faint light in Li Yi's eyes. In his eyes, which were as deep as an abyss, there was a murderous intent in the depths that no one could see to the bottom.

Ever since he saw through life and death, and entered the state of mind of an immortal in the Forgotten River and Huangquan, few things can arouse his murderous intention. Because since then, there has been no existence worthy of his murderous intention, and stepping down on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain is just a reckoning of cause and effect.

, to say that murderous intention does not count.

The intention to kill and the thought of killing are both spurious, but the intention to kill is a necessary and necessary desire to kill someone.

"When I was in the world of spiritual practice, I realized from heaven and earth that this is a certain method, or law, that already exists between heaven and earth."

"The one who comes, tomorrow and the earth are there, realizes the origin of all things, and the meaning of the three talents. After knowing this, the monk seeks to practice, and finally he will become a Buddha."

"I thought it was the end of my life, but now it seems not."

In the end, he lived to be over 2,000 years old, which is neither long nor short among the gods. Li Changsheng did not suspect this, and rarely visited Buddhism after he was buried.

But Li Yi is now suspicious, a very huge suspicion, a suspicion that comes from intuition without any evidence.

At his level, intuition is sometimes more true than the truth with solid evidence. Li Changsheng may not have doubts because of his shallow cultivation, but Li Yi is suspicious because his cultivation is just right.

Just enough to notice it.

Come, realize the heaven and earth, realize all things, and transform them into them.

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The world of spiritual practice.

On a hillside somewhere, surrounded by mountains on three sides, the clear and swift river passed between the mountains, passing through a fault with a drop of tens of meters, splashing out a silver curtain of water.

A thatched house is located next to the waterfall, on the green grass, with sika deer grazing next to it. Through the window, you can see a Taoist priest in green clothes sitting in the house, with willow branches as pens and green bamboos as books, painting one stroke at a time.

written with words.

The pen has no ink, but the words are born when the book is written.

Suddenly a voice came from outside.

"To cross the world and seek to see the immortals."

Taoist Qingshan did not stop what he was doing, but continued to write with his head down. After finishing the last word, he slowly put down the willow branch.

Looking up and looking out, there were two figures standing on the green lawn.

A middle-aged monk with a strong body, wearing a coarse monk's robe, and a solemn treasure.

Another white-faced scholar dressed in white, carrying a basket of books and wearing a turban.

The former is in the stage of spiritual transformation, while the latter not only has no cultivation, but also has dark and droopy eye bags, darkened Yintang, slightly dry cheeks, and looks like he has lost his yang.

The scholar was lifted in the monk's hands, struggling constantly and shouting: "Master, I would rather demolish seven temples than ruin one marriage. We truly love each other."

"Amitabha, if you continue like this, you will die in the bellies of those foxes."

"Death under peonies, you can be a ghost even if you die!"

"Those are all fairies, they suck people's yang energy."

When he heard that it was a goblin, the white-faced scholar not only showed no fear on his face, but instead yelled: "You bald donkey, how ignorant are you of people's hearts? If it weren't for a goblin, would there be so many beautiful women willing to devote themselves to a poor scholar like me?"

"Even if I am a fox, I have passed the imperial examination. There is no hope for the imperial examination anyway. The children of aristocratic families are in high school every year. What is the use of us who are not even from a humble family? We have no connections. Even if it is a serious imperial examination, there is no way to become an official. For

Officials who care about appearance rather than governing the country are causing great disgrace to the world!"

In the process of sorting out the outline, I will definitely start double updates tomorrow
Chapter completed!