In order to pass the wooden man pass, Han Xiaoyue unexpectedly learned all the moves of the "Heavenly Oath Artifact", and in the battle with it, the illusion of the Heavenly Oath and Rama appeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After defeating the wooden man, a small black hole is found in the severed wooden man's head, which seems to hide a secret of the pass.

Han Xiaoyue reached into the hole and groped for it, feeling out a cylindrical hard object. When I took it out and looked at it, it was a milky white relic, and the light of the oil lamp was still shining brightly. "This must be the Buddha bone relics of the Heavenly Oath! If not, how can we explain how to conjure up the image of the Heavenly Oath and Rama?" Han Xiaoyue thought as she continued to put her finger into the hole. A moment later, he pulled out another stone key. "This stone key should be able to open a stone lock, but where is this stone lock?"

Long Yan saw that he was looking for something, so he said, "Brother Xiaoyue, what are you looking for?" Han Xiaoyue walked to Long Yan's side, took out the relics and stone spoons, sat down and said, "Yan'er, look, there are these artifacts hidden in this wooden head. Long Yan took it, and Han Xiaoyue continued, "I just don't know what this Buddha bone relic is used for, and I don't know which stone lock this stone key is going to open." ”

Long Yan looked at the stone spoon and relics, and exclaimed, "Ah, I have seen this stone spoon! In Qingyun Village, there are many such utensils. With that, he got up slowly, walked to the wooden man with Han Xiaoyue's support, and looked up and down. It's only thanks to Long Yan's extra heart, otherwise others would not easily notice that there is actually a cylindrical gap in the place where the head of this wooden man is broken. "It seems that the relics need to be inserted into this gap to be effective. Thinking to himself, he aimed the relics at the gap and put them on. Seeing that there was no response, he pressed it hard.

With a "squeak", the wooden figure suddenly opened like a lotus. The wooden man's limbs bent downward to form a scaffold, and the upper body opened like petals. The bent limbs were pushing out a tray with a locked wooden brocade box on it. After the wooden man finished opening, Long Yan looked at it fixedly and said, "Brother Xiaoyue, look at this lock!" It turned out that this lock was a stone lock, which could just be opened with a stone key. Long Yan raised the stone spoon and said, "Sure enough, it turns out that the stone tools made by my father were learned from the Kuzen Temple. Now, simply insert and pull out the stone spoon to turn it on. With that, he inserted the stone spoon into the stone lock and pulled it out, and sure enough, he opened the brocade box. The two of them slowly opened the brocade box, and there were only three golden cicada wings in the box, which were very thin.

Long Yan stretched out her hand to get it, but Han Xiaoyue hurriedly pulled it and said, "Yan'er, you have to be very careful." The cicada wings look very brittle and must not be damaged. After hearing this, Long Yan retracted her hand, put away the brocade box and said, "I'm afraid that I will need this thing in the future, so I'll take it for the time being!" Han Xiaoyue nodded, took out the fourth plank, took out the title, and said: "The World Venerable told you that the law is inconceivable, and listening to it quietly can increase your income." Still, I don't understand why.

Suddenly, I only heard the "click" behind me. Looking back, it was the old monk who was cleaning the bookshelf walking slowly, coughing as he walked: "There are not many donors who can come here, and it is already good for the two of you to come here!" Then, the old monk picked up the head of the wooden figure on the ground, put the relics in, and pressed the head back. The wooden figure was like the beginning, as if nothing had happened.

The old monk raised the hair duster in his hand and gently swept the wooden man's shoulder, and the wooden man actually hit the old monk. The old monk did not show weakness, and bounced him away with a hairdust in his hand, and swept him to the other shoulder. This wooden man actually fought with the old monk, and in the eyes of others, this scene was more like two masters who had known each other for a long time and were learning martial arts. After only twenty or thirty rounds, the old monk finished cleaning, put away the hair duster and stepped back, and the wooden man stopped after him. "Haha! Could it be that you have spirituality? After cleaning up today, I actually think that your martial arts have improved a lot!" The old monk smiled at the wooden man, as if he was telling an old friend, "If this is the case, if I want to clean you in the future, I am afraid that I may not be able to do it!"

Han Xiaoyue stepped forward and gave a deep salute: "Seniors are good at kung fu!" The old monk waved his hand and said, "After all, he is old!" After that, he put away the hair duster and walked out with his hands behind his back. "Don't you want to leave, two donors, the poor monk is about to close!" said the old monk, stamping his feet at the door. Han Xiaoyue and the others hurriedly ran out, only to see the old monk fly onto the bookshelf and knock on the three organs of "Buddha", "Dharma" and "Monk", and the wall was restored.

The old monk landed lightly on his toes, and before he could exert much force, he flew up again, and began to sweep the bookshelf with a hairdust in his hand. Han Xiaoyue held the fourth question in her hand, and was a little impatient in her heart: "What does this question mean? Could this senior be the key to this question?" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue followed after two steps and said: "Senior, I have already disassembled the plank of the fourth question, but I don't understand how to pass it." I hope to teach me before!"

The old monk snorted and said, "Young man, the poor monk is only responsible for cleaning the scripture building on weekdays, and has never taught others anything. If you ask me, I'm afraid you'll ask the wrong person!" Han Xiaoyue chased after the old monk and chased very hard. "Senior, you are the only senior in this scripture building, we must ask you for advice!"

The old monk just laughed: "Everything in this temple is a living being, if you count your seniors in terms of seniority." If the two donors really want me, then they can catch up with me first!" Long Yan understood what he meant and nodded slightly. Although the pain in his leg is still there, he still endures the pain and chases the old monk with light skills. The old monk flew between the bookshelves and dusted up with a duster. Long Yan just caught up, but only made herself not too far behind. The old monk saw that she was struggling to chase, so he deliberately slowed down his pace. Seeing that Long Yan was very good at light skills, he smiled and said: "Looking at the footwork, the girl's light skills are very similar to those of the poor monks. Could it be that the girl's light skills were secretly learned from the Hidden Temple?" Long Yan replied: "It's not secretly learned, it's my own father Long Jiu." The old monk smiled when he heard this: "It turns out that the girl is Long Yan, the daughter of Long Jiu, and I have long heard that there are female dependents in the temple." Long Jiu used to be a lay disciple of the Hidden Temple, so it seems that the girl can be regarded as a true inheritance of the Bad Temple!"

The old monk cleaned all the bookshelves and gently landed at the entrance of the scripture building, Long Yan also landed a moment later, and Han Xiaoyue ran sweating profusely, but in the end she also chased after her. The old monk nodded and said, "The World Venerable told you that the law is inconceivable, and listening to it quietly can increase your income." After hearing this, Han Xiaoyue didn't care about her already soaked body, and gave a deep salute: "It turns out that the seniors have long known the topic of this fourth question, and I ask the seniors to give advice!"

"It's not difficult to pass this level, and listen to the poor monk slowly. With that, the old monk sat on the ground, his legs crossed, and his hands fell lightly on his knees. Seeing this, Han Xiaoyue and the others also sat down in imitation. The old monk continued, "Good men and women in the world should know: if you want to enter the Mahayana Bodhi Path, if you want to become a Buddha, if you want to get rid of the three paths and six paths forever, if you want to live in the Pure Land, you should be born on the highest quality. As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and said with his palm upward, "Please be sure to listen to it with your heart, recite it, and make the Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra as you wish." ”

"What do you mean by senior, do you need us to listen to your chanting?" Han Xiaoyue asked without understanding the reason. The old monk nodded: "The two donors, and listen to the poor monk reciting the "Great Prajnaparamita Sutra" for the two of them. As he spoke, he closed his eyes and continued, "In today's world, the land is fragile, human life is impermanent, disasters are frequent, and people's hearts are terrified. There are good people in the world, who always think about serving the people and reaping happiness through suffering. As everyone knows, if you want to save the world and protect the country, if you want to save sentient beings, if you want to save yourself, if you want to stay away from terror, eliminate anger, and alleviate disasters, you must set up Buddhist shrines, erect Buddha statues, recite day and night, listen to them from your heart, and make the "Great Prajnaparamita Sutra" as you wish. Then the old monk began to recite the Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra.

This scripture is translated from Tang Xuanzang, the whole volume is 600 volumes, and it still takes a lot of time and energy for ordinary people to read, and familiar readers cannot read it through it without half a day's work. The old monk actually recites with his eyes closed, his voice is loud and his speech is even. And the words are clear and thorough. The sound fluctuates in an orderly manner, making those who have listened to it feel like a warm sun. Han Xiaoyue wanted to sit down and listen casually, but she felt that the scriptures recited by the old monk were like growing limbs, first surrounding her ears, and finally rushing into her ears, making people have to listen to it really. He didn't know that what he heard was the scriptures, and what was transmitted to his ears was internal strength. The old monk is well versed in the method of transmitting power in the air, and uses the process of chanting to quietly transmit the power into Han Xiaoyue's body. The more Han Xiaoyue listened, the more she felt that her body was very hot, from the heat of her hands and feet at the beginning, to the heat all over her body at the end. When Long Yan squinted at him, he saw that he was already soaked and sweating. I had the heart to wipe his sweat, but my body couldn't move as if it was fixed. In Long Yan's opinion, the scriptures did not surround her ears at all, but were like a few shackles that locked themselves to the ground. She knew in her heart that this old monk was not just chanting the scriptures, but wanted to pass on the internal force contained in the scriptures to him.

An hour later, Han Xiaoyue sat down and was already wet, and the sweat stains connected herself and Long Yan like an ocean. Long Yan didn't care, she just felt sorry for Han Xiaoyue and suffered this ordeal in order to pass these ten tests. The old monk's mouth has never stopped for an hour, and if it weren't for decades of chanting, it wouldn't have reached this level. Although Han Xiaoyue was reluctant, the old monk's strong internal force made every word linger in his mind, and every word made him suffer a lot.

Three hours later, the old monk recited the last word of the entire scripture, sighed, lowered his head deeply, and stopped talking. Han Xiaoyue and Long Yan suddenly felt that their bodies were light, as if the shackles had been removed, and they breathed a long sigh of relief. Han Xiaoyue wiped the sweat on her face and said to the old monk: "Senior, you have been chanting for more than two hours in a row, this skill is really good. Although the younger generation can't understand half of the sentence, the words linger around the ears, which is really magical. Long Yan looked at the old monk, then at Han Xiaoyue, and complained: "Senior, if you want to transfer your power to him, you can do it in other ways! This way of chanting makes us all so tired, you see Brother Xiaoyue's sweat, the floor is wet!"

The two complained, but saw that the old monk bowed his head and was silent, and he didn't even move. Han Xiaoyue sensed that something was wrong, so she pulled Long Yan and said, "Yan'er, why is the senior still motionless, it seems that he can't even breathe!" Long Yan waved his hand: "It's impossible! There was nothing abnormal when I chanted just now!" As she spoke, Long Yan dragged her injured leg and crawled in the direction of the old monk, patted him on the shoulder, put her fingers on the old monk's snort, and was surprised that he had no snort, "Oh no!

"What!" Han Xiaoyue shouted and stood up, walked two steps to the old monk's side, and also probed his snort with his fingers, and was really lifeless.

"Brother Xiaoyue, what should I do?" Long Yan's face changed drastically, not expecting that there would be a death in this test. Han Xiaoyue motioned for her to calm down and said, "Yan'er, don't panic. Master Mingji would not have thought of this, and the death of his predecessors may be part of the test. In other words, the death of the predecessors is just an illusion. ”

"Illusion?" Long Yan squatted down and touched the back of the old monk's hand, which was already cold and piercing, "You come and touch it, the senior's hand is already cold!" Han Xiaoyue shook her head: "Even if it's not an illusion, I'm afraid it's already in Master Mingji's calculations!" As he spoke, he took out the fifth plank from his arms and said, "The top priority is not to think about whether the senior is really dead or fake, the top priority is to continue to complete the test." We spent too much time in the first few levels, but we were afraid that the later tests would become more and more difficult, and we would not be able to complete them in three days!" he said, opening the wooden board and taking out the questions.

Long Yan snatched the title away, glared at Han Xiaoyue and shouted: "Han Xiaoyue, you are too cold-blooded, aren't you! The senior passed away in front of you, and you didn't blink your eyelids? He just chanted for you to transmit internal power, how can he be regarded as half a master." Is it appropriate for you to just ignore it and walk away?"

Han Xiaoyue was a little embarrassed by this, and slapped herself hard again in her heart: "Yan'er is right, how can I ignore the remains of my predecessors in order to continue to pass the test?" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue grabbed Long Yan's hands and said, "Okay, what you said is right, what I did just now was very inappropriate. As you said, what do you think will happen to the body of your predecessor?"

"That's pretty much it!" Long Yan said and looked around, but saw that there were all bookshelves, and there was no place to bury the body. If you walk out of the scripture building, your previous efforts will be in vain, and these ten tests will be regarded as a failure. After thinking for a moment, Long Yan made up her mind: "Brother Xiaoyue, why don't we move his body into the secret room." The secret room is still quiet, and it will not be too late to inform Master Mingji of the details when the test is completed in the future. ”

Han Xiaoyue nodded: "That's a good idea. The Heavenly Oath Relic is still in the secret room, so let the seniors go over, and fortunately have a companion in another world. With that, Long Yan gently lifted the old monk up, and Han Xiaoyue bent down with her back to the old monk. Long Yan forcefully lifted the old monk onto Han Xiaoyue's back and asked him to carry it slowly. Although the old monk looks light, the weight on his back does not look like a monk who has passed away, but it is about the same as a strong man in his twenty-four or fifth year. Han Xiaoyue walked in front, Long Yan supported the old monk in the back, and the two carried the old monk to a dead end according to the route they had entered the secret room earlier.

Han Xiaoyue slowly put down the old monk and let him lie flat on the ground. Raised his eyes and looked at the bookshelf he had climbed before, and wanted to climb up again with his bare hands to trigger the mechanism as before, but was stopped by Long Yan and said, "Brother Xiaoyue, you might as well try to see if the internal skills passed on to you by your predecessors can be used." Han Xiaoyue nodded, sank for a moment, and jumped up hard. To the surprise of the two, Han Xiaoyue's jump was even higher than Long Yan's, not only did she not know where to put her hands and feet, but even her head almost hit the roof of the Scripture Building. When he fell, he was a little overwhelmed with excitement.

"Yan'er, I actually flew so high!" Han Xiaoyue said, pointing to the roof of the Tibetan Scripture Building. Long Yan nodded happily and said, "Then you try it, can you leap freely between the bookshelves like your predecessors?" Han Xiaoyue nodded and continued to jump. However, although the jump height is no different from that of the old monk, after all, it is still not as light as the old monk. After jumping, he could only stay on the bookshelf for a moment, but he still couldn't achieve the realm of an old monk. Even so, he could already touch the mechanism without climbing, and his light skill level was already above Long Yan's. However, neither of them noticed that at this moment, the old monk's eyes suddenly widened.

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