"It seems that Xie Daoyou really knows. ”

Xie Buchen's reaction naturally fell into the eyes of the worried, because she never looked away from her eyes from beginning to end.

Of course, Xie Buchen did not disappoint her.

At that moment just now, she just didn't want Xie Buchen to live too comfortably, so she wanted to find something to "stimulate" it.

She always remembered that in the old mansion of the Extreme Dead City, the incense that was interrupted, and the handwriting that appeared on the window—

Kill Xie Buchen, cut seven points!

Who is the person who left the word, and what is the origin, it is still unclear when I see sorrow, and it is even more impossible to distinguish whether the other party is good or evil, friend or foe.

The three words "seven-point spirit" were confided just now, which was indeed a complete temptation.

But the results of the trial were obviously very pleasantly surprised.

Xie Buchen not only knew about this so-called "seven-point spirit", but also reacted greatly.

Think about it, what an important secret this must be?

can make a ruthless character like him, who has already cultivated like water, and whose mood is invisible, change his color!

It's just that......

"It's a pity, Xie Dao Friendly doesn't seem to want to talk about it at all. ”

Seeing the sorrowful squint and smile, it seems extremely sincere.

But the demeanor that became outwardly pleasant because of the success of the temptation did not have any restraint, and when it fell on Xie Buchen's eyes, it became more and more dazzling.

She pushed open her door and said goodbye to him: "See you in the evening, then." ”

After speaking, he didn't care about Xie Buchen's expression, he entered the door, and turned around to close the door, leaving Xie Buchen standing alone outside the narrow corridor, and he didn't even have time to remove the sudden coldness of his body.

He was clearly prepared for whatever might happen next.

For example, he continued to knock on the side about the "Seven Points", and even directly asked questions, and even fought hard......

But neither.

It's as if you've got all your defenses ready and just waiting for a battle that will start in the next moment. But nothing happened.

It's more uncomfortable than punching cotton into it.

The greatest fear of the tortured person is not when the butcher's knife falls, but when the butcher's knife is above his head, but it hangs before it falls.

At this moment, it was the man with the butcher's knife who saw the sorrow.

Xie Buchen has thought about 11,000 sudden situations, but there is no situation.

The door in front of him is still in the state of being opened but not opened, and the cracks on it are like the open smiles of onlookers, revealing a deep and bitter mockery and irony in Xie Buchen's eyes!

He slowly closed his eyes, and absorbed all the strong emotions that were surging under his eyes. When I opened it again, my cold eyes were like a lake covered with thin ice, and there were no more waves.

"Squeak. ”

The old wooden door has a harsh sound when it is pushed open.

Xie Buchen entered the door, closed the door as well, and almost habitually arranged a formation in the house to isolate the outside world.

In the room, there is a small square table by the window.

He walked over, and the Human Emperor Sword appeared in his hand, which he gently rested on the table, and then a dark black black jade ruler also leaned against the Human Emperor Sword.

The sword is the emperor, and the ruler is the ink rule.

Whether it is a sword or a ruler, they are the best among Kunwu's many magic weapons in the library, but in Xie Buchen's view, these are just "external weapons".

He can have no imperial sword, or he can have no ink ruler, but he is ......

For a moment, he wanted to summon that mortal sword from the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery. But at this moment, his eyes only glanced at the door that had been closed, and finally dispelled this thought.

He is scheming, not a good type.

But the woman who lived in the room opposite him was smart since Bingxue, let alone now.

There was everything about her, he could understand.

It's just that......

The doubt that had appeared in his mind since he mentioned the "Seven Points" had not been dissipated until this moment-

When this sword was isolated on an island in the world, it had not yet received the name of "Seven Points".

After Kunwu, he only mentioned it to Gu Qingmei by chance. As for the mystery and mystery, only he knows it. Even Hengxu Zhenren is just like others, thinking that this is a mortal sword......

So, where did you learn about it, and why did you ask about this sword?

Suddenly, Xie Buchen actually had a feeling of being watched and calculated.

It was as if someone was watching him in the dark, watching his every move, and then gently plucking a few pieces on the chessboard he had laid out......

And he, in this game, may be in danger of dying.

Oppression, repression.

An almost breathless feeling of suffocation!

He put his fingers on the ink gauge, little by little, and the joints of his bones turned white, but he searched everything he knew and learned, and he didn't even have the slightest clue.

See, sorrow.

Her name, now that I think about it, it couldn't be more appropriate.

The heavy shadow suddenly became lingering, and it had quietly appeared in Xie Buchen's eyes in this moment. He looked at the door, as if he could see through them the sorrow in the opposite room.

At this time, the sight of sorrow actually fell on the door.

It's just that unlike Xie Buchen's solemn and gloomy face, she still has a smile on her lips, and her spiritual sense easily arrived at the opposite room, but it was blocked by the formation outside.

"Be careful......

Obviously, I don't want to let Jianchou know what's going on inside.

After all, although the two of them walk together, there is no so-called "old friends" and "old friends", on the contrary, they all know that there is only an undying grudge between the two people!

It's just that the more Xie Buchen is like this, the more convinced he is that he has found the right one.

"Kill Xie Buchen, cut off the seven-point spirit", Xie Buchen is going to kill, but what is the "seven-point spirit", she hasn't counted it in her heart.

Maybe it has something to do with some spirit, maybe it's just the name of an object.

What she cares more about is the connection between these eight words.

"Killing Xie Buchen" and "Cutting Seven Points" are connected, is it just because of coincidence, or will there be some causal connection in the middle?

I don't know.

She knew so little now.

Seeing Chou sitting cross-legged on the kang against the wall, he thought for a while, but there was still no more clue. But when he thought of coming out this time, he and Xie Buchen were afraid that there would be a period of "seeking skin with the tiger", so they also calmed down.

Spying, there is still an opportunity.

Don't worry if there is no result for a while, as long as you have a direction, it will not be easy to check it in the future?

Thinking about it like this, my sorrowful thoughts quickly sank.

The Lingtai is all gone, and the thoughts are mellow and accessible.

The body and mind suddenly entered a glass-like and clear realm, and the aura and soul power in the body quietly operated.

The Burning Lamp Sword was placed flat on her lap.

Because of the connection with the body and mind of the sorrow, the aura and soul power also slowly flowed from the long sword when they passed through the body of the sorrow.

The twenty-one treasure flowers on the sword body seemed to be ignited, and gradually brightened.

After the spiritual power flowed, it slowly dimmed and extinguished.

Her breath was like the breath of a sword.

So when I saw sorrow, I was suddenly enveloped in that kind of Zen, and the whole person seemed to be in a warm light.

As the flow of spiritual power on the sword became more and more stable, it gradually became a circulating river, and the entire lamp-burning sword gradually "came to life".

The treasure pattern closest to the sword is the first to float.

It grew brighter and brighter, casting its own phantom on the sword's body three inches high, and then began to rotate slowly as the pure spiritual power washed away.

One, two, three.

After three turns, the scattered light quietly faded and reattached to the sword.

The first step in sword cultivation is generally called "sword raising".

It is to use one's own breath and spiritual power to warm up the sword that he has practiced, so that the sword gradually knows people, the breath blends, and people and swords converge into one.

Most of the time, this is also the first realm of sword cultivation.

But every famous sword has the quality of a famous sword.

Different swords have different cultivation methods, so naturally there are all kinds of divisions of different realms and realms.

To be able to raise a sword with a sword is to know the "sword style" and get its table, which is the first important realm;

can comprehend the essence of the sword used, love the sword, stimulate the sword qi, and get it, which is the second realm;

When the person and the sword are one, the form and the meaning are blended, and the sword is truly "understood", and the sword is out of the way, it can be regarded as comprehending the inner god 1 rhyme, and getting its god, which is the third realm.

I really don't know much about this lamp-burning sword.

But when she saw the pattern of this treasure flower that floated, she knew that the method she used was not wrong.

In addition, her cultivation is now extremely high, and the time she has come into contact with the sword path is much later than that of ordinary monks, so the speed of her cultivation at this moment is extremely terrifying.

If an ordinary monk in the Dan period of the Zhuzhu Fund wants to make the treasure phase flower pattern float and turn it three times, he is afraid that it will take three or five hours to concentrate on it.

But when I see sorrow, I can complete one in just half a moment.

Once you're sure you're doing it right, you're not going to have to talk about speed.

With no distractions in his mind, the pure spiritual power was just poured into the sword.

So in the entire humble house, all of a sudden, only the golden light flashed again and again, and one after another the pattern of the treasure flower appeared one after another, and then slowly fell.

From the blade close to the sword, it gradually spread in the direction of the tip of the sword......

One, two, three......

The sky outside was getting dark, and the cold wind in the drowsy twilight beat against the papier-mâché wooden window on the left, and there was a faint noise of human voices. But I was immersed in the sorrow of cultivation, and I didn't know anything about it.

Her calm countenance, illuminated by the dark golden light emitted by the phantom of the last treasure flower, was actually a little compassionate.

The phantom swirled lightly in the void three inches above the sword, as if dancing. The scattered and gentle light also swayed.

One, two, three.

After three turns, the treasure flower pattern that was supposed to fall directly suddenly lit up!

"Buzz!"

The entire Burning Lamp Sword seemed to be affected by this pattern, and then trembled. The remaining twenty treasure patterns on the sword body also floated one by one.

There are a total of 21 patterns, and all of them are blooming.

One after the other, they were lined up. Their rays of light were scattered and intertwined, like a mixture of colors, instantly intensifying.

Seeing that he didn't even have time to think about the meaning of this change, the rest of the twenty treasure flower patterns automatically folded towards the one at the tip of the sword.

One on top of the other, one on top of the other.

Its light is getting brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, but when the last treasure flower pattern falls and overlaps, the light of this pattern suddenly dims!

It's like night falls, and shadows suddenly cover.

It is also as if the overly blazing brilliance between heaven and earth has become mellow and restrained after being tempered by thousands of tempers.

The original warm yellow and light gold color on the whole pattern changed into a stable and very simple Zen dark gold, and then slowly fell under the sad gaze.

It is like a fallen flower on the water, like a dead leaf falling on the ground under a tree, and more like a weak fire flying on a wick that has been extinguished for a long time......

The center of the treasure flower falls precisely on the tip of the sword.

Then, the whole pattern was pressed against the small piece of the tip of the sword, as if wrapping the entire tip of the sword.

The aura of the entire sword suddenly changed!

If the sword was originally old, like a lamp full of dirt and oil, now it is as if the dirt and oil have been carefully washed away and the lamp has been carefully polished.

Look brand-new!

And that unique bit of dark gold, just at the tip of the most dangerous sword, adds a bit of sharpness, which makes people can't help but feel a little chill when they touch it. However, because of the darkness of its luster and the neutralization of the treasure pattern on the sword, it is not so abrupt, but more mellow Zen.

At the moment when she regained her grip on the hilt of the sword, a peaceful breath came from the sword, and her mind seemed to bloom with lotus blossoms, echoing for thousands of miles.

When I was half-awake and half-awake, I seemed to hear an ancient voice of vicissitudes.

"Perfection is like a lamp, which can produce darkness for a thousand years, and a wisdom that can extinguish foolishness for thousands of years. The brightness of one lamp spreads ten thousand lamps burning, and the brightness of ten thousand lamps is indescribable. ”

"Seven passions, suffering, and six desires, Bodhi burns the lamp of the heart. ”

……

Bodhi, the lamp of the heart?

This is probably the origin of the name of the sword of the Burning Lamp "Burning Lamp", right?

The moment she heard this voice, she already understood without a teacher: if it is regarded as a lamp-burning sword, she has turned twenty-one treasure patterns three times, and she has already penetrated the first realm of this sword.

This realm is the appearance of "burning the lamp", similar to ordinary fire.

Then, the next realm should be to go one step further and comprehend the sword itself......

However, where do you start?

Seeing the sorrow for a while, he was dumbfounded, except for the words that resounded in his mind just now, he didn't have a clue.

Although his eyes gradually cleared, new doubts came to him.

The sword in his hand has returned to its original state, except that the tip of the sword will give people a strange feeling of shock after looking at it for a long time, but it has not changed much.

Seeing that he was holding his sword and casually swung it forward—

In an instant, the twenty treasure flower patterns on the sword body rotated one after another, just like the bright lotus pond of the Buddha country on the mural of the Buddha Gate!

The tip of the sword suddenly brightened.

I saw a turn of dark golden light, and the twenty rotating treasure flower patterns behind him immediately flew in the direction pointed by the tip of the sword!

"Boom!"

In the small space, there was a roar!

When he saw that he was worried about entering the door, he also laid out a formation, but after this casual sword and finger, he was hit by the countless flying patterns!

Suddenly there was nothing to see in front of her, only the light that almost swept her away!

Fortunately, there is a formation, and fortunately, she cultivates "Human Weapon".

When the light dissipated, the tables and chairs in the entire room that were not protected by the formation, and even the bed under her, turned into powder!

Only in front of me, the dim oil lamp.

Jianchou remembered very well that it was not too late when she entered the house, and the very simple oil lamp was placed on the square table in the corner, and she did not move it, let alone light it.

But after the sword was swung, the lamp was lit.

Burning Lamp Sword......

Is there such a wonderful use?

Seeing the sorrowful gaze, it naturally fell on the dim flame of this oil lamp, she just looked at it like this, but in an instant, the mysterious and mysterious feeling swept her.

It's like the whole person is swept up in this lamp and pulled into endless memories.

Countless images of the old days passed through my mind like a marquee......

Every scene is about the lamp.

Or use a silver hairpin to light the wick, or copy Buddhist scriptures under the desk lamp, or walk through the dark garden path with a lantern, or the red candle is shining, and Yan'er is newly married......

But it all happened so fast.

Even the owner of this memory had not had time to capture anything useful from it, and the oil lamp, which was lit by the Burning Lamp Sword, went out with a "poof" sound.

So all the scenes that were like marquees disappeared.

It wasn't until this time that I saw sorrow clearly-

There was not a drop of oil in the oil lamp that had just been lit up.

It could never have been ignited.

"Burning Lamp Sword ......"

Seeing that I was worried, I couldn't help but read this, and then I suddenly smiled.

She saw that it was already dark outside, and naturally remembered that she had agreed with Xie Buchen that she would visit the local Zhaohua Temple after dark, so she temporarily suppressed the urge to continue studying the sword, put the sword back to the sheath, withdrew the formation in the house, pushed open the door and walked out.

All kinds of voices outside immediately rushed towards her.

It was indeed quite late, and the weather was not very good, and there was not half a minute of moonlight in sight, only the cold wind of anger passed through the corridor, and I could see the sorrowful robes and hunting fluttering.

There seemed to be other guests downstairs, and it was a bit noisy.

Seeing that he was only thinking that the little girl who ran the inn, Sang Yang, should be very happy at the moment, but he didn't take this voice to heart, so he wanted to buckle the door of Xie Buchen's room opposite.

It's just that the moment she raised her hand, some words in the words of the people downstairs made her stop suddenly.

"Ming, Ming, you, are you talking about me?"

"Chino. The conch rings here, proving that your body and mind are pure, you have spiritual wisdom, you can be a concubine, and you can become a Buddha mother in the future. It is not known whether he will become a master of cultivation in the future, or if he will become an empty mother dharma body. ”

"Ah, really, really? This ......"

"Why, you don't want to?"

"No, no, it's just too ...... I never thought I could ...... too."

……

A voice, very familiar to Jianchou, was the round-faced little girl Sangyang. It's just that the sweet voice at this moment is obviously full of trembling surprise, as if the dream that has been dreaming for many years has finally come true, but I can't believe it.

Surprise, hope, yearning, and a little cautious for fear of shattering dreams.

As for the other voice, it is very unfamiliar.

But when you hear that "Qiannuo", you will know that it must be a tantric monk. Judging from the situation she knows now, it must also be the Xinmi faction.

If it is an old secret, you should never run out to find any "Ming Concubine" and "Buddha Mother".

The brows furrowed quietly, and the hand that was raised when he saw sorrow finally did not fall, but put it down. She didn't call Xie Buchen as promised, but just stepped out of the narrow hallway, stood in a corner of the stairs, and looked down.

Sang Yang was still behind the counter, his palms facing each other in front of his chest, a young and immature face a little red from excitement and joy, and his pure eyes were dyed with a brilliant brilliance from anticipation, as if he could make all the filth disappear.

At this moment, these eyes were seriously fixed on the monks standing in front.

The crimson monk's robe, in this cold night, does not give people any sense of warmth, but because the color is too dark, it makes people feel oppressed.

There are seven people in total, tall, short, fat and thin.

The one standing at the front is the one who talks to Sangyang.

He wore a delicate robe with a bright yellow lining, a long rosary around his neck, a roll of parchment in his right hand, and a right-handed conch about seven inches long in his left hand.

I haven't seen such a magic weapon before.

The whole body is snow-white, and the edges of the conch are embellished with gold and jade gemstones, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous. One after another, esoteric and complex Sanskrit texts are pressed on the surface of the conch, revealing a kind of mystery.

"You have been chosen by the Conch to become one of this year's concubines. Pack up your things and go with us immediately, go to Zhaohua Temple today, and when everyone is gathered tomorrow, we will set off for the temple. ”

The monk holding the snow-white conch was still talking.

His pair of upside-down triangular eyes stared at Sang Yang wrongly, vaguely revealing a bit of greed.

But Sanyang didn't find out.

She was immersed in the joy of being selected as the "Ming Concubine" and about to become the "Mother of the Buddha", and she only felt that the biggest dream of her life had come true, and she still couldn't come back to her senses.

When she heard the monk say this, she became more and more happy: "Are we going to the temple? My father has gone on a pilgrimage, so I can see him in the past! If he knows, he will be happy for me......

The monk frowned suddenly, and a little impatience flashed on his face: "Being able to go to the temple and receive the empowerment gift from your teachers is a blessing that you will not be able to cultivate in several lifetimes, and your family will be happy if they know about it." Why don't you hurry up and pack your things?"

"Ah, yes!"

Sang Yang heard the impatience, but still didn't feel anything wrong.

She knew that the monks in front of her were not from the nearby temple, but from the temple that was unattainable for ordinary people.

It was supreme for all in the snowy land.

The monks who are qualified to practice in the temple are the messengers of the Buddha, who convey the voice from the Elysian World, and are almost the incarnations of the Buddha.

So, as a believer, how can you feel that there is something wrong with the other person's words and deeds?

It's just that before cleaning up, Sang Yang suddenly remembered the two guests who lived in during the day, and his face suddenly showed a little hesitation: "I forgot, there were only two guests in the store." Now that I'm going to the temple, I have to talk to them about it......"

Babbling like this, Sang Yang subconsciously looked towards the second floor.

So, the figure standing upstairs in the silence of Jianchou came into her eyes, which made her let out a somewhat surprised exclamation, probably not expecting that Jianchou was over there.

Her reaction naturally attracted the attention of the monks.

The eyes of several people almost immediately followed Sang Yang's gaze, and the moment they saw the sorrow, the eyes of the monk who hit the head suddenly burst out with a dazzling light!

At the same time, the snow-white conch he was holding in his left hand actually made a sound out of thin air!

"Woo-"

It was a sound that was almost empty, but it seemed to be accompanied by bursts of sea tides, blowing into people's hearts at once, making people think that they had heard the "sound of heaven".

Snow-white light emanated from the conch, and for a moment it was as bright as the moon.

The monks from the temple suddenly opened their mouths wide and their eyes widened, as if they had seen something unbelievable!

Even the monk who took the lead trembled a little.

Blank line mother......

A woman who can attract the conch to sing and shine as bright as the moon is not only qualified to become a concubine and a Buddha mother, but also has a high talent to become a "void mother" who can stand shoulder to shoulder with all the Dharma kings!

Looking at the sorrowful gaze, from the amazement to the amazement, from the amazement to the greed, from the greed to the lustful, and the inside is mixed with thousands of miscellaneous thoughts, becoming obscure and dirty......

At this moment, the monk couldn't see anyone else, and directly stretched out his hand and pointed at the sorrow-

"You, come here!"