Zhang Ruochen sat down under the sundial and studied the sword for seven years.
All visitors who came were turned away by Er Sikong who was guarding the courtyard.
In seven years, the number of Holy Dao rules in Zhang Ruochen's body once again exceeded 10 billion, of which Sword Dao rules accounted for a large proportion. He read through the five volumes countless times and understood many of their mysteries. Of course, we are still far from being fully enlightened.
Zhang Ruochen's knowledge of swordsmanship has reached a new level.
On this day, Zhang Ruochen saw the sunlight pouring in from the window, and according to the carvings of the window, it projected shadowy patterns on the ground.
The pattern is like a flying dragon.
After a long time, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he was finally no longer confused and figured out the way to go next.
Your own swordsmanship should be the purest beam of light.
It¡¯s fast and never comes back.
Whether it¡¯s the way of truth or the way of burial, all the holy ways in the world are like the carvings on the windows, each different. The essence of the sword has not changed, and the light is still the same beam of light. However, after it shines through, different patterns can appear on the ground.
Now, what he needs to do is not to think about how to make the patterns on the ground look better, but to light up this beam of light. Light must be absolutely hot, and it must be eternal.
"Squeak!"
Zhang Ruochen pushed open the wooden door, and the masculine light shone on his face.
In the courtyard.
Da Sikong woke up three days ago. He was holding a Zen staff as thick as a bowl in one hand and a stack of white paper in the other. He shouted at Uncle Tian: "I'm so angry, you will die in this life anyway." A great sage in this realm can¡¯t copy even a single volume of the "Daren Dakong Mantra"? Did you do it on purpose?"
Uncle Tian¡¯s hair was shaved to the last hair, and he was wearing a gray monk¡¯s robe worn by the lowest Buddhist disciples.
Being yelled at by a great sage in the immortal realm, Uncle Tian was furious and about to explode.
¡°Bang!¡±
Da Sikong struck down with his Zen staff and pressed down on his right shoulder, knocking him to the point where his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.
Fallen leaves are flying all around.
"Why are you staring? Master is reprimanding you for your own good and to help you cultivate your mind and character. Do you still have any objections? Why did I give you this name? I hope that you can control the anger in your heart and develop a good mind. A normal mind that doesn¡¯t bother you.¡±
Da Sikong took back his Zen staff, squatted down, unfolded the stack of white papers, and said earnestly: "Look, look what you copied? Your second master has taught you nothing in the past few days. You have no clue at all." Listen to it. Really murderous, really greedy, really deceitful, the three of them are very obedient, copying every word, and the handwriting is very neat."
There are no Buddhist scriptures on the white paper on the ground, and all the words written on it are the word "kill".
Uncle Tian gritted his teeth and trembled all over. If he hadn't been imprisoned by the Dark Light Curse, he would have slapped the monk in front of him to death. He wouldn't be able to wait for a moment! Can't wait!
Da Sikong patted Uncle Tian's head and sighed: "I know you can't hear it now, but you have to understand that Master is beating you for your own good and to teach you to be a good person. Only by putting down the butcher's knife can you become a Buddha immediately. ."
The Magpie Son, who was also wearing a monk's robe and had his head shaved, couldn't help laughing.
Da Sikong stared at me with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and shouted: "Zhense, why are you laughing? Are you good at copying? Your handwriting is so sloppy that I will punish you to copy it a hundred times."
The magpie god's eyes darkened, and when he saw Da Sikong lifting the Zen staff again, he immediately squeezed out a smile and said: "Master's lesson is correct, I will copy it right now."
"You must be obedient, I will check later."
When Da Sikong was about to continue to calm Uncle Tian's mind, the sound of the wooden door rang, and Zhang Ruochen walked out of it.
Da Sikong was overjoyed and hurried over and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, you are finally out of seclusion and your injuries have healed? I have something serious to tell you!"
Zhang Ruochen nodded understandingly.
Uncle Tian got up from the ground, rushed to Zhang Ruochen and said, "Zhang Ruochen, you can make whatever conditions you want, as long as you let me go"
¡°Bang!¡±
Before Uncle Tian finished speaking, Da Sikong¡¯s Zen staff struck his head, making a loud bell-like sound, and once again knocked Uncle Tian to his knees.
Kneeling in front of Zhang Ruochen, his knees sank into the ground.
?????????? Da Si cursed in a furious voice: "O evil bastard, you are the master, how can you call him by his first name? Kneel down and reflect."
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the seven monks, large and small, in the courtyard, feeling slightly absent-minded.??¡°I want to copy too.¡±
Zhang Ruochen asked Er Sikong to supervise them in copying scriptures and chanting mantras. He led Da Sikong into the room and then released the space field to prevent the subsequent conversation from being eavesdropped.
Da Sikong quickly said: "Uncle Master asked Cang Jie to go to Kunlun Realm to look for Baihua Fairy?"
Zhang Ruochen nodded.
Da Sikong sighed: "Uncle Master, I don't know. After you went to the Hell Realm, Baihua Fairy returned to the Qianrui Realm and was not in Kunlun at all. He went to the Endless Abyss and found Miss Kong. However, something seemed to have happened in the Endless Abyss. Miss Kong couldn't leave, so she sent a message to Sikong Chanyuan, asking the two of us to go find Baihua Fairy."
Zhang Ruochen said: "What's the result?"
Da Sikong said quite proudly: "It's not like my uncle doesn't understand what I'm doing, it's very safe. My junior brother and I went to the Qianrui Realm, claiming to be Bodhisattvas from the Western Buddhist Realm, and sent your letter there. Others Fairy Baihua didn¡¯t have any doubts at all and followed us to the King¡¯s City of Hundred Clans.¡±
Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.
"But."
Da Sikong's expression became a little more complicated and he said: "We haven't entered the King's City of Hundred Clans yet, but we met the Holy Flower of Eating. She told us that something big happened in the hell world, involving Fairy Baihua, so she must not show up, and finally It¡¯s best not to enter the city.¡±
Zhang Ruochen said: "So, they are outside the city now?"
"We have entered the city." Da Sikong said.
Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and said, "If you have anything to say, can you say it all at once?"
Da Sikong smiled coquettishly: "That's right. Baihua Fairy seems to be very anxious to see you and must enter the city. Moreover, Qianrui Realm actually has a secret stronghold in the Hundred Clans King City where you can hide."
Qianrui Realm is a powerful realm. It is not strange to have a stronghold in a place like Baizu Royal City.
Da Sikong told Zhang Ruochen the secret stronghold, winked and smiled and said: "Uncle Master is indeed a Yuanhui-level genius, full of charm. In my opinion, that fairy has probably fallen in love with you a long time ago and misses you so much. Master Uncle, it¡¯s best to go and meet her as soon as possible, don¡¯t make the beautiful lady wait.¡±
"Can you be a monk with six pure roots like your junior brother?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Uncle Master's words were like the words of Hong Zhongda Lu, which woke me up."
Da Sikong quickly put away his smile, closed his mouth, clasped his hands together, and nodded cautiously.
Zhang Ruochen knew that he was just pretending, so he sighed helplessly. Suddenly, his heart moved and he sensed something. Then he stared outside the courtyard through the wall. Then, he pushed the door open and said, "Your Highness, the Goddess, came here. What advice do you have?"
Wearing plain clothes, Prajna walked into the courtyard and looked at the five masters of the Death Temple who were wearing monk robes.
The Son of Magpie was overjoyed and felt that the savior had finally arrived. He threw the pen in his hand on the ground and said loudly: "Your Highness, I have a question that I want to ask you."
Prajna said: "You ask."
Magpie God Son said: "The Temple of Destiny often tells us that the ten clans in hell should unite to deal with all the worlds in heaven. Zhang Ruochen, as a monk of the immortal blood clan, captured us and forced us to be slaves. Does this violate the principles of the Temple of Destiny? will?"
"Snapped!"
Uncle Tian broke off his pen, stood up suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen is not a pure monk in the hell world. I suspect that he did this because he wanted to create internal fighting in the hell world and provoke disputes among various races."
The Son of Magpie said: "You are so ambitious! Your Majesty, I dare say that Zhang Ruochen is the undercover agent sent by Heaven to the Hell Realm."
Prajna stared at Zhang Ruochen and said: "After all, they are the top saints of the Death Temple. Let them be slaves and servants. This is too humiliating!"
Zhang Ruochen said: "I didn't make them slaves. I just wanted to resolve the hatred and resentment in their hearts and let them practice Buddhism. My two nephews also accepted them as disciples. How can this be called slaves? servant?"
Magpie God Son sneered: "Cultivation of Buddhism? Buddha is just a fart."
"The one we killed is the Buddha." Uncle Tian said.
Prajna's eyes were cold, his hands were clasped together, and the holy Buddha's light bloomed from his body.
A seventy-two-level lotus platform grew out of the ground and lifted her up from the ground.
The expressions of Magpie God Son and Tian Shuzi both froze.
"I also practice Buddhism." Prajna said.
"Boom!"
Da Sikong raised his Zen staff, slammed it against the ground, and let out a loud roar: "Two evildoers, how dare you insult the Buddha? See how Master will deal with you, why don't you kneel down and repent?"
The two sticks came down in an instant, beating Shenzi Magpie and Uncle Tian to the ground.
"Where is the pen? Copy the "Daren Dakong Curse" two hundred times, no, a thousand times, and it's against you!" Da Sikong cursed, retrieved the pen from the fallen leaves, and threw it to the two of them.
Prajna put away the Buddha's light on his body and ignored them. His beautiful eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen, wanting to see through him.
"If Zhang Ruochen has been taken away from him, he can deceive others, but he will never be able to deceive her.
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"Where is the pen? Copy the "Daren Dakong Curse" two hundred times, no, a thousand times, and it's against you!" Da Sikong cursed, retrieved the pen from the fallen leaves, and threw it to the two of them.
Prajna put away the Buddha's light on his body and ignored them. His beautiful eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen, wanting to see through him.
"If Zhang Ruochen has been taken away from him, he can deceive others, but he will never be able to deceive her.
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