"Roar...... Roar...... Roar......" The old monk laughed slowly, and his expression was quite pleasant.

"Well, what you think makes sense, alas, the fate of the dust is hard to break, haha, but this body is not good! Otherwise, you can practice the scriptures of Maitreya Buddha. ”

He Pengden was even more embarrassed.

The old monk suppressed his smile, his face gradually became serious, and said: "I know a lot from the donor, I have no regrets, and I am willing to give the donor some returns." ”

He Peng was very happy to hear it, the old monk's 'his heart is simply a supernatural ability, if you can learn it, you can do anything easily, for example, you don't have to think about Su Jing's mind anymore, you don't have to be played by Liu Yishuang's little goblin, and even which guy has done something sorry for himself can be seen at a glance.

"Nibble. The old monk coughed twice and said with a wry smile: "The donor is really active, but he can't help but think a little more, although my 'his heart is not a skill that cannot be taught', but it is a good thing to learn but not seen, do you know why the old man became a monk?"

He Peng shook his head blankly.

"Lao Wei is because of the cultivation of 'his heart', I don't know what is actually a blessing, you know what others think, it will only increase the pain, have you ever thought that if the secrets in the heart of the person you love don't want to mention to you, or the things and thoughts that are sorry for you are known, how can you still love her? When you know your friend's betrayal of you, how can you still treat him as a friend? Lao Qu was originally a secular person, with a wife at home and countless friends outside, hehe......"

The old monk smiled bitterly: "Since I have cultivated the 'He Heart Channel', I have lost them, and I can't communicate with people calmly, so I came to this mountain to be a monk, often accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green light...... You understand......"

He Peng was drenched in cold sweat when he heard this, and his heart turned out to be a scourge that seemed to be powerful!

Hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Then I won't study, I can't bear my Su Jing!"

The old monk smiled and said, "What I originally wanted to give back to you is not this, are you willing to learn the Heart Sword Technique practiced by Master Huijing?"

He Peng buckled his chin, and said in his heart, the old monk's kung fu seems to have shortcomings, 'his heart is clear' to make his own wife and friends break up, and the 'heart sword' has provoked the old nun to become a crazy nun, can this heart sword be learned?

The old monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, the heart sword is just a method of cultivating the sword, like any other method, there is a possibility of going mad, relatively speaking, this method is quite safe, but Hui Jing has a demon in her heart, the higher the cultivation, the greater the demon heart, which led to the impact of the Buddha and demons, and it has become like this, donor, you don't have to worry." ”

He Peng asked, "Is the Heart Sword Technique very powerful?"

"Also, it's all about your own talent and chance. ”

As the old monk spoke, a sandalwood Buddha bead appeared in his palm, and it flew up with a swish, scurrying left and right in the room, and passed past He Peng's eyelids several times.

He Peng was amazed, this is no longer in the category of martial arts, this is immortal art! He Peng couldn't help but be greatly moved, if he learned it, wouldn't he be able to control this little flying sword to cut whichever he wanted, he didn't know that you cut him!

What a good skill for a yin person!

The beads fell to the ground, the old monk's body was crooked, He Peng hurriedly went to help him, the old monk's skinny body trembled slightly, and it could be seen that he consumed a lot of over-control beads.

"The donor's idea is really different from ordinary people!" the old monk sighed and sat up straight.

"So you're willing to learn?"

He Peng responded: "Yes, I have learned to use it for the heavens." ”

The old monk laughed and said, "I don't care what you do with it, I just want you to help me with one more thing." ”

"Master, you say. ”

He Peng didn't dare to agree, this old monk was unfathomable, and the things he asked for must not be simple.

The old monk said, "If I die tomorrow, you can search for my ashes and bury them in an inaccessible place." ”

He Peng was stunned when he heard this, this matter seems to be very simple, and there is no need to ask He Peng to do it.

The old monk said: "I will ask the apprentices to cremate my body immediately after my death, but they will definitely refuse to bury my ashes in the barren mountains and mountains, and may even store the ashes in the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda. ”

He Peng was even more confused when he heard this: "Why is this?"

The old monk smiled and said nothing, but said: "I won't say the reason, if you promise, prepare in advance, then rob my ashes, put them in a clay pot to find a place inaccessible and bury them, and the location must not be known." ”

He Peng thought about it, this matter is not difficult to do, and it does not hurt nature, but it is just to wait here for one more day.

Now he had just a day or two to go, and the news of Killgate's collection of pirates was still being further confirmed, and Lu Shengmen and Killgate's ships also needed time to prepare, so he nodded and agreed.

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps at the door.

There were two knocks on the door, and the voice of the great monk came from outside the house.

"Master, Master Hui Jing has left the bamboo forest too. ”

He Peng raised his eyes to look outside, it was already dark, and he was worried that the old nun was in danger when she was alone, and suddenly felt that she was ridiculous.

The old monk said, "Don't panic, let her go." ”

The great monk hurriedly said, "Master, but those people followed her." ”

The old monk glanced at He Peng and said, "Don't worry, Hui Jing is no longer Hui Jing, let alone Su Yilin in the past, she will be fine." ”

The great monk didn't say anything more, but he didn't leave, as if he was dissatisfied, he was still standing outside the house.

The old monk said: "When the son of the great wisdom disciple is the time when the old man dies, you ask the disciples to prepare early, arrange firewood, and incinerate the teacher immediately after his death." ”

The great monk hurriedly said outside the house: "Master, the disciples should chant for you for seven days before they can be incinerated." ”

The old monk continued: "No need, after the incineration, this He brother will help me collect the ashes into the clay pot for temporary preservation, and then you can chant the scriptures, and then move the ashes into the Qibao Linglong Pagoda after seven days, and you can watch and do the rest of the things." ”

The great monk asked, "Master, why is this?"

The old monk sighed and said, "Dazhi, why don't you come in and talk?"

The great monk said hesitantly: "I...... That's what to arrange. ”

"Wait!" the old monk stopped him: "You still don't understand what you have just explained, it is related to whether I can be reborn in the Elysian World, you must not be careless, and do it strictly according to what I say." ”

"Yes, master, but why do you want the donor to collect the bones?"

The old monk frowned, sighed and said: "I have some cause and effect with He Shizhu, I didn't have a chance to understand it before I was alive, let him complete this matter for me after death, completely clear the cause and effect, come cleanly, go clean, and leave without leaving karma in the world." ”

"Oh, the apprentices will do it, and after twelve o'clock, the apprentices will come to the door to chant and send the master west. Footsteps sounded, and the great monk went away.

He Peng's heart was full of doubts, and he couldn't help asking: "Master, but your apprentices want to harm you? You have to die? Just say that I will help you." ”

The master smiled: "You misunderstood, the apprentices are all kind, but there are some things they still don't understand, let's not talk about this, I'll pass on the heart sword technique to you first, you reach out." ”

He Peng stretched out his hand in front of the old monk according to his words, the old monk's dry fingers twisted He Peng's palm, and there were words in his mouth, He Peng felt a green energy enter the body along the palm of his hand, and it actually went all the way to his mind, and then an obscure text appeared in his mind.

He Peng was already surprised, and was silently reading the text, and the old monk said weakly: "The method of recuperation and the key know-how have been passed on to you, and you will definitely gain something if you practice slowly for three or five years." ”

He Peng helped one of the companies before is to print money, He Peng in order to develop products for them to learn the knowledge of Buddhism and Taoism, do not learn do not know a study of startled, the knowledge is so vast that He Peng had to interrupt his learning, only learned some superficial common sense, but the basic Buddhist scriptures will be recited.

After a cursory look at the text just now, I found that there are many unusual places in this article about the art of the heart sword, including the content involving martial arts and sword intent, the content involving Buddhist doctrine, and the content involving Taoist theory, which turned out to be a hodgepodge of methods!

I couldn't help but ask strangely: "Master, what is the origin of the Heart Sword Technique, it seems that there are a lot of things involved." ”

The old monk squinted his eyes and made a profound appearance, and said slowly: "The flower is not the flower mist and the fog, it is originally like this, why do you have to distinguish which faction it belongs to?"

He Peng hated the nonsense of the old monk who went around the bend, so he simply didn't ask, the black cat and the white cat caught the mouse are good cats, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be a monk or a Taoist, no matter what it is, it is a good thing to be able to use it for yin people if it is practiced.

Both of them had no idea of speaking, and they both closed their eyes to recuperate.

The old monk closed his eyes and remained motionless, not even breathing. However, He Peng could sense that his heart was beating slightly, because of the high-speed perception, he could feel that the old monk's chest was slowly opening and contracting dozens of times slower than ordinary people.

He Peng didn't care about him and immersed himself in that text.

The art of the heart sword is not to use a sword to practice as he thought, but to practice the heart as a sword, and to practice the mind, when the heart is strong enough, the sword intent can be contained in the mind, and any object controlled by the heart can be used as a sword.

Even an iron pot can hover and fly, emitting sword qi and hurting people.

According to the text, this method is very powerful, and it seems to be endless, but cultivation is also extremely difficult, and being able to control a grain of rice in three or five years is considered a genius!