In the darkness, I don't know who was smiling lowly, and one by one, the hideous bone claws covered with blood stains stretched out from the ground. www.biquge.info Like a demon from the boundless hell, he grinned and roared in the wind, his blood-colored eyes and shimmering fangs, salivating, and crawling up step by step.

――"The Beginning of the Demons of the Ten Thousand Secretaries and Demon Scrolls"

The wind on the Mochizuki Cliff is even stronger.

Mantra frowned slightly, it seemed that he couldn't resist the wind that blew his face like a knife, his fingers moved slightly, and a faint yellow light suddenly appeared between his index fingers, swaying and fluttering left and right in this storm, like light and dark, but never extinguished, and then this yellow light slowly spread, getting bigger and bigger, until it protected Manyan's whole body. At this point, although the wind was strong, it could no longer blow the monk's robe of the mantra.

On the top of this bullfighting mountain, in front of the Moon Cliff, in this world torn apart by the howling mountain wind, there is only a faint yellow light, faintly flickering. In this gloomy and inky sky, compared with this vast nature, this yellow light is so faint and different.

The mantra opened the light of the talisman Buddha, facing the endless cliff, against the tearing wind, slowly staggering, a heart, as if blown by the wind, nowhere to fall.

Zhenyan was born, and was abandoned by his parents when he was still an infant, and was taken in by Wuxiang Temple to pick up a life. Although on the surface, Mantra never said anything, but in fact, deep down in his heart, he may not be without that trace of resentment. When he was a child, he was full of eloquence and wisdom, and he thought that the elders in the Kebo Temple were favored, but the ensuing depreciation made him fall to the bottom. Although when he became an adult, he also knew that it was the tempering meaning of the teacher, but at that time, the mocking eyes of the brothers around him, the heavy miscellaneous labor, and the mantra of the eight-year-old man were breathless.

The dark clouds rumbled and rolled, accumulating thicker and thicker, thick as if dripping water, lightning bolts, dragons walking in the shape of snakes, in this gray sky with fierce teeth and claws, accompanied by thunder, roaring, roaring, indicting the injustice of this world.

Heaven is unfair!

Mantra's heart is also like the weather at this moment, extremely gloomy. If all beings are equal, why is it that some people are born rich and rich, and some people are born and starved to death on the streets? Why do some people live a life of peace and joy and indulge in family life, while some people are abandoned by their parents before the moon is full! If God rewards hard work, why do some people covet comfort but practice unhindered, and I have been practicing hard for 18 years, but in the end I still achieved nothing! Even if he is brilliant, if he gets such a result, it is better to be clean before he was picked up by the master and starved to death.

It seemed to hear the anger in his heart, and in the roar of the lightning and rumbling thunder, a sudden torrential rain poured down. The dense raindrops hit his talisman Buddha light vigorously, splashing inseparable rain flowers. He closed his eyes, the true yuan in his hand was running, and the layer of light curtain slightly glowing yellow suddenly lit up, and above the light curtain, all kinds of Sanskrit words were faintly circulating, resisting the endless rainstorm.

No one knows, why did he leave the Wuxiang Temple and come to this mountain peak, even he didn't know, why did he fly to the edge of this Moon Cliff, the rainstorm hit, in the depths of the heart, but he didn't want to go back to the temple to avoid the rain, instinctively sacrificed the Buddha light, to resist the power of nature. The rainstorm of heaven and earth, in this natural storm that almost destroyed the world, even he never realized that he was like two people in peace!

In the Wuxiang Temple, he waits for filial piety, after entering the inner temple, he still sets the province every morning and dusk, serves tea and water, lest there is a trace of carelessness, treats the brothers, is also approachable, handsome face, always hangs a smile if there is nothing, treats people and things, always gives three points of courtesy, patience and qualitative, is the leader of the whole temple, the mantra is in the temple for 18 years, never saw its wandering remains, the number of etiquette is not weekly. And at this time, on the edge of the lonely cliff where there was no one around, between the lightning and lightning, he unconsciously unloaded all his mental defenses.

The torrential rain never stopped, and the density seemed to drown the monk.

He is like a fool, he doesn't know what he is holding onto, his eyes that are unparalleled on weekdays have long since lost their previous agility, only empty stoicism, numbness and don't know what to want, just like this, he doesn't shelter from the wind and rain, and he struggles to support the light of the talisman Buddha, in this dark night of the rainstorm, in front of the Moon Cliff, there is a faint yellow light, which has been softly lit. Under such a violent heavenly might, after struggling to support most of the night, Mantra's eyes were slightly closed, and there was already a faint sweat on his forehead, and he seemed to be quite struggling.

The wind was still so fierce, the rain was still so violent, and from time to time there was a fierce lightning and a roaring thunder in the sky.

It's hard to resist!

However, why are you a little unwilling, at the age of eighteen, she is already the first among the young disciples in the Wuxiang Temple, and only you know how much she has experienced in the middle. Countless times I have practiced day and night, and I didn't dare to slack off for a moment, how many times have my senior brothers ridiculed and ridiculed, and I didn't dare to have half a bit of resentment, and I finally practiced to this point, but I was about to come to naught? No, I don't want to, after practicing the supreme supernatural powers, how can I be willing to be like an ordinary man and do nothing in this life.

Deep tiredness, I don't know why, a tiredness from the depths of his heart, surrounded his whole body, he was lonely, he was sad, he was helpless, he wanted to fight, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to roar, why! After 18 years of hardship, there is still nothing, why! After practicing Buddhism for more than ten years, I still have to be beaten back to the original point! Isn't it, all the efforts are useless, isn't it, all the life trajectories are already doomed. In this case, why fight, why roar, and why ......, no matter how much you have done before, no matter how good or hard, you don't need it. That...... That's it, everything, it's useless.

"Poof!" With a bang, the mana of the mantra was also exhausted, and the talisman Buddha light that had been supporting it was also shattered at this moment. And the violent and merciless rain immediately wet the clothes of the mantra, and he vented to his heart's content on this injured monk. In an instant, Mantra fell on the cliff, his handsome face and snow-white monk's robes covered with rain and splashed muddy water.

It's muddy!

The wind and rain are more urgent.

"Ah~~" The mantra roared to the sky, manic and distant, with tears in his eyes, desperate and sad, like a beast chased by a hunter and injured, desperately fleeing, with a desperate despair of despair and roaring to the sky, like protesting, as if unwilling, and more, it is the tragedy and determination of desperate resistance!

Who would have thought that on this crazy rainy night, the first person among the young people in the Wuxiang Temple would be crawling in this muddy puddle at this moment, looking up to the sky and roaring! It's just that he didn't even realize that in his eyes, at some point, there was a strange trace of blood!

Slowly, there seems to be a strange feeling, after the sadness, there is a faint wild and unwilling in the heart, in the deep heart, sprouted, like Qiao Luo, branches and vines, rhizomes entangled, deeply rooted in the heart.

When the disciple was still in infancy, he was abandoned by his parents, so that the disciple was alone in this world, suffering from white eyes and ridicule. When the disciple's supernatural powers are first formed, God wants to take the disciple's life, if it is really a cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is unpleasant, then the disciple has devoted himself to cultivating Buddha for 18 years, and what has he gained in exchange! Since it is destined to be fateful and the sky is not merciful, then today, the mantra is on this moon cliff, pointing to the sky and vowing, but anyone who can stay in the world for a moment, from now on, no matter what happens, will live up to this life, even if he falls into the hell of Abi after death, he will have no regrets! Although tears are faintly visible in the corners of his eyes, the mantra stands tall and swears to the sky, but there is another kind of indescribable generosity and firmness.

After the rainstorm on the Fanyin Mountain, extraordinarily fresh, the dark clouds dispersed, under the illumination of the moonlight, the small Wuxiang Temple was extraordinarily quiet, suddenly a gray figure, like a fallen leaf, quietly landed in the small Wuxiang Temple, this gray figure, it seems to be in a hurry, as soon as it landed, it was in a hurry to jump towards the east wing. It's just that he can jump up, and in mid-air, a golden palm suddenly appeared, shooting towards this gray figure. The gray figure froze slightly, and also stretched out a palm, and a golden palm also appeared, and the two golden palms suddenly collided together, but did not make any sound, and then dissipated in mid-air.

A clear voice sounded, "Hey, Senior Brother Zhenyan, why are you looking for you everywhere." "Look closely, under the moonlight, the gray figure, handsome face, thin figure, not the mantra, but his usual snow-white monk's robes, is covered with all kinds of muddy water, looking muddy, under the moonlight, it looks gray. But he saw a figure in front of him walking quickly, grabbed Manyan's arm, and was about to pull forward. Zhen Yanqi said, "Senior Brother Zhenzhu, what's wrong, hey, what are you pulling me to do so urgently." ”

Zhenzhu is a little disciple under the seat of Master Wuchen, the head of the small Wuxiang Temple, who is lively and active by nature, and has a high talent for cultivation, the two are close in age, and there are a lot of things to say on weekdays, but the truth is calm, most of the time, it is Zhenzhu who is talking alone. But seeing Zhenzhu turn around, he glanced at him, "I don't know where you ran away, my master, your master, are sending people to find you." Hey, where have you been, why are your clothes so dirty? Zhenzhu shook his head, "Forget it, don't listen to you, follow me to the master first." ”

The truth is strange, "The boss is looking for me, what's the matter?" Zhenzhu pulled the mantra forward, and said without looking back, "I don't know, it seems that there is something urgent, ask the master, he won't say, hey, let's go." Mantra said hurriedly, "Senior Brother Zhenzhu, let me go back and change my clothes first......" Before Mantra could finish speaking, Zhenzhu had already grabbed Manyan's arm, soared into the air, and galloped towards the residence of Master Wuchen.

Just a moment later, when the two of them arrived at Master Wuchen's residence, Matake shouted loudly, "Master, Master, I have brought you the mantra. As he spoke, Matake had already pulled the mantra and rushed into the door. But I heard a soft voice sound, "Okay, your uncles are here, don't mess around, go outside." Matake pursed his lips, and he didn't know what he was muttering, so he folded his hands and walked out.

Zhenyan raised his head, only to find that in the wing room of Master Wuchen, not only sat his own master, Master Wuyi, but also sat two uncles who had been in retreat for a long time, Wuxiang Temple, and the four great monks of Wuxiang Temple, all of them were all here today. He slowly knelt down, and a low voice sounded in the room, "Disciple Mantra, meet the head of the family, the master, and the two uncles." But he heard Master Wuzhi say slightly angrily, "Zhenyan, how did you look like this? At this time, Mantra knelt on the ground, the rain on his forehead mixed with sweat, dripping down, the original white monk's robe, was already muddy, wet on the body, mud mixed with rainwater, dripping on the ground along the corner of the clothes, after a while, the clean ground was wet, he shrank back slightly, and before answering, he saw Master Wuchen get up and walked over, his hands folded, "Amitabha." He slowly walked in front of the mantra, stretched out his hand, rubbed the top of the mantra's head, and a soft yellow light in the palm of his hand lit up slightly.

"All appearances are illusory, all appearances have no appearance, no color and no emptiness. Filthy and clean, dung and jade, everything is empty, junior brother, you are in the picture. Wuchen said softly. There is no anger in the heart, and it should be claimed that it is. As the yellow light in the palm of the dustless master's hand lit up slightly, all kinds of rain, sweat, mud, and all kinds of dirty things on the monk's robe on the mantra's body turned into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flew into the yellow light of the dust-free palm. All kinds of rain and sweat on the forehead and face have disappeared, and even the ground that was originally wet has returned to its original state.

Wuchen withdrew his hand, the yellow light disappeared, and he only heard him call, "Get up, don't kneel." In response, Mantra stood up, walked over to the side of the Innocent, and stood with his hands down. I only heard the faint voice of Master Wuchen sound, "Wuxiang Temple has been passed down for thousands of years since Master Puyan preached and opened the temple, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. Mantra's heart tightened, Master Wuchen turned his head to look at Manyan, and continued, "Mantra, you are very intelligent, you have been prominent since you were a teenager, and now you have entered the inner courtyard for more than a year, and in the four dimensions and seven steps, you have actually peeked into the door for the first time, which is really something that has never happened in this temple for thousands of years." Originally, a few of us all had great hopes for you, and in our lifetime, we could still see the first exercise of this temple, four dimensions and seven steps, and reappear in the world, but ...... It can only be said that creation makes people. ”

The mantra knelt down in response, his forehead touched the ground, "Master Master, Master, two uncles, Mantra has failed your hopes, it's really ......" Before he finished speaking, Manyan only felt a soft force attack, holding up his body, "Silly boy, everything has its own fate, if you can force it, my Wuxiang Temple has been able to break this immortal practice for thousands of years." Wuchen looked down at this disciple with unparalleled aura, and the corners of his mouth bloomed slightly, "Although manpower is exhausted, it is not useless. I have also thought carefully about it with several of your masters and uncles, the four dimensions and seven steps are the first method of our temple, and the reason why you can't enter the second layer may be related to the fact that you are born with a lack of a soul and a soul, which must have been told to you by your master. ”

The mantra was silent, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Yes, the master has already said to the disciple, if he lacks a soul and a soul, he should have died a long time ago, and the disciple can live to this day, it is a fluke, and he doesn't dare to ask for more......" The voice became lower and lower......, "Go!" A loud shout, like a thunder in the flat ground, sounded in everyone's ears at first, and then, a voice like a bell sounded, "The skin is not the same, all laws are empty!" Don't you understand until now? The mantra was startled, but when he looked up, he saw that it was Uncle Wuwei, who had been in retreat before, and he whispered, "Thank you Uncle for mentioning it, and I will keep the mantra in my heart." ”

"Truth, the Buddha said that everything is suffering, birth, old age, sickness and death, it is only one of them, but it is not unreasonable, do you know Xuanqingjiao?" Wuchen asked lightly.

"The disciple knows that the Xuanqing Sect is the first Taoist sect in the world, and it is a first-class sect in charge of cultivation." Zhenyan glanced up at Wuchen and replied. Wuchen nodded and continued, "Xuanqing Sect and my Wuxiang Temple are both sects of cultivation, and there are thousands of cultivation methods, after all, they are on the same path, and we are just a drop in the ocean among many cultivators. He paused, looked up at the mantra, and continued, "In the Xuanqing Sect, there is a supreme supernatural power, called the God of Stealing Heaven, this supernatural power, originally after the Taoist cultivated the Yuan Shen, gathered the true yuan, formed the second divine soul, accelerated the communication of heaven and earth aura, and nourished the Yuan Shen. Therefore, after the Xuanqing Sect cultivated the Yuan Shen, the cultivation speed was almost twice as fast as that of the disciples of other sects, that is, relying on this divine power. ”

Master Wuchen closed his eyes slightly, and sighed softly, "The predecessors who created this magical power at the beginning, I really don't know what kind of style it is, how amazing and beautiful, you know, everyone, there is only one soul, in this one soul, it is divided into three souls and seven spirits, and this magical power, the creation of heaven and earth, is actually hard-born, and it is really not simple to gather into a second spirit with true yuan." He changed his words and looked at his real name with surprise on his face, "It's just that there is still a dilemma." ”

Wu was surprised, "Senior Brother in charge, the Master of Xuanqing Sect is not Fei Xinlai who has already agreed to this matter, so what else is the difficulty?" Master Wuchen nodded and said, "Yes, the Xuanqing Sect and my Wuxiang Temple are both righteous spines, and they are already connected with each other, and they have been on good terms for hundreds of years, so of course they will not refuse." It's just that this exercise must be cultivated by the disciples who have already bred the Yuan Shen, and my Wuxiang Temple exercises are completely different from the Xuanqing Sect exercises, how can I cultivate the Yuan Shen of the Taoist family. ”

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