During the evening class, an old monk stood in the Shangqing Pavilion, holding a crumpled scripture book in his hand, sitting on the main seat and reading slowly, from time to time to see if there was anyone deserting, if there was, he would cough lightly to remind him.

Tonight night is exceptionally quiet, the old monk's voice is melodious in the temple, the light snow outside the pavilion, and the pavilion is peaceful.

“…… Those who solemnize the Buddha land are not solemn, but solemn. Therefore, the bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should have pure minds; We should not live in the heart of color, and we should not live in the heart, and we should not live in the heart, such as sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and law. There should be no place to live, and the heart should be born"

Shangqing Pavilion is the place where Jiuze Temple has evening classes every day, and the disciples in the mountain gate have to come here to listen to the old monks on the main seat to brainwash during the evening class, of course, this is just Yi Yunkong's opinion.

The old monk on the main seat is a Zen master who has a wide range of experience in the temple and is also quite profound in Buddhism, and is one of several senior brothers in Xuanqing.

Zen Master Nie Ping has cultivated the "Brahma Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra" to the third level, which can vaporize all things and create the realm of heaven and earth, and only one person is lower than the abbot of Xuanqing in the temple.

Unexpectedly, when Zen Master Nie Ping was talking to the end, the door of Shangqing Pavilion was suddenly pushed open with a 'creak', and two children, a boy and a woman, walked in.

Everyone's eyes moved to the two of them, it was Yi Yunkong and Ling Ningxue.

Yunkong didn't pay attention to their gaze, and cleared the snow and the snow on his body.

He bowed to Nie Ping on the main seat, and then said, "Uncle Nie Ping, before today's morning class, the master punished me for going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy ten volumes because I forcibly left Ning Xue in the temple, so I can't go to the evening class. ”

On the main seat, Nie Ping glanced at Ling Ningxue beside Yi Yunkong, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Abbot has told me. ”

"But you can't let Ling Ningxue flip through the scriptures, you know." Nie Ping paused and said.

Yi Yunkong nodded in agreement, saluted him again, pulled Ling Ningxue and withdrew from the Shangqing Pavilion.

After Yi Yunkong left, Pinching sighed slightly.

Today, after Yi Yunkong brought Ling Ningxue into the Longyang Palace, the Xuanqing Nie and others present had carefully observed Ling Ningxue, but they found that there was a mysterious force that completely blocked their detection power. But from the outside, Ling Ningxue is an ordinary little girl no matter what.

Yi Yunkong insisted on leaving Ling Ningxue in the temple, otherwise he would have to go down the mountain and give up the path of cultivating immortals, no matter how unusual Ling Ningxue was, Xuanqing could only agree for the time being.

After a while, the Shangqing Pavilion came out again with the melodious chanting voice of pinching the scriptures.

"Brother Yunkong, I'm giving you trouble." Ling Ningxue lowered her head and walked on the bluestone road with Yi Yunkong.

"It's okay, I'd be scared if it was just me." Yi Yunkong replied with a smile.

At the beginning of the moonlight, they came to the end of the bluestone road, only to see rows of stone steps, and walked up with their feet.

Walk up the last stone steps, you can see a cyan plaque, on the plaque is "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" three golden characters, the pen is powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances.

Seeing the huge Scripture Pavilion, Ling Ningxue was curious, looking left and right, it felt very magnificent, but Yi Yunkong didn't have much to reflect, after all, he had grown up in Jiuze since he was a child, not to mention that he often came to copy scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, which was not surprising.

"Sixth Senior Brother, are you here to copy the scriptures?" At this time, a middle-aged monk wearing a robe walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, bowed to Yi Yunkong and said.

Yi Yunkong is Xuanqing's closed disciple and Xuanqing's sixth apprentice, so the disciples in the mountain gate call him the sixth senior brother.

He felt a little embarrassed, the monks in the temple were older than him, but he wanted to call himself senior brother, but because of the seniority, he had no choice, so he had to reply: "Well, today the rules are broken, and the master asked me to copy ten volumes of scriptures." ”

Usually every time he comes, he is punished to copy the scriptures, and Xuanqing will notify him in advance every time, this gatekeeper monk knows, and he has to ask knowingly, which is obviously a mockery.

Entering the scripture pavilion, I saw rows of scripture cabinets neatly arranged, and the scriptures in the cabinets were full of scriptures, and there were countless of them.

It is said that there are tens of millions of books in the entire scripture collection pavilion, and it has been collected for an unknown amount of time.

The cabinets are all made of sandalwood, and the sandalwood is overflowing and intertwined with the fragrance of books, refreshing people's hearts.

"Go ahead, I'll copy it myself slowly." Yi Yunkong waved at the middle-aged monk.

The janitor didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he walked out.

Ling Ningxue was puzzled, her little head shook and shook, like a rattle.

She asked, "Brother, why are they all so cold?" ”

Yi Yunkong didn't want Ning Xue to worry about himself, so he could only fool and say: "Because monks have precepts, they must abstain from seven emotions and six desires." ”

Ning Xue nodded as if she didn't understand, and didn't ask any more questions, but she silently kept the matter in her heart.

Seeing her nodding, Yi Yunkong also relieved himself, and came to the second floor hand in hand.

The light on the second floor was dim, and he couldn't see it, so Yunkong took out the flint and re-lit a few extinguished candlesticks, which was better.

He warned Ning Xue not to look through the scriptures at will, so he walked to the scripture cabinet and found the first copy of the contents.

"The Sutra of Impermanence", "The Sutra of Blood Coagulation", "Feiyun Wu Zen Palm", "Ziwei Tianwen Method", ······

He picked up the red book of "Blood Coagulation Sutra" and walked back to the table, sat down, and flipped through it, the content was probably to make the blood of the injured and bleeding person quickly coagulate and stop bleeding, and then slowly let the internal organs quickly produce blood, which is a method to save people.

Ning Xue turned back into a little white fox, lying quietly on the edge of Yi Yunkong's table, napping, surrounded by candlelight, peaceful.

Yi Yunkong picked up the pen and slowly copied it on the paper, and after copying a scripture book, he quietly got up again, put the scripture back in the scripture cabinet, and continued to look for the next copied scripture book, without disturbing Ning Xue to rest.

Time passed, and by the time he finished copying the ninth book called "Strange Dao Law", a few hours had passed, and the moon had already hung high in the sky, and everything was silent.

Yi Yunkong stood up lightly, put the scroll back in the scripture cabinet, and looked for the last copy to be copied.

The scripture cabinets were stacked on top of each other, and the cabinets were dark and dark, making it difficult to read the title of the book, so he carefully searched for the scriptures with fewer words, and wanted to finish copying the tenth book as soon as possible so that he could take Ning Xue back to rest.

Not wanting to say 'ouch', Yi Yunkong tripped over an inexplicable thing, fell to the ground, and screamed.

Ning Xue suddenly woke up from the table, changed back into a human form, and quickly ran towards Yi Yunkong.

"Brother, did it hurt to fall?" Ning Xue pulled the suspicious cloud up from the ground and asked worriedly.

Yi Yunkong patted the dust on his body and moved a few times, indicating that it was okay, so that Ning Xue should not be nervous.

Then he looked at the place where he had tripped and stumbled, only to see a dusty book falling to the ground, all golden.

Picking up the scripture book, he walked back to the table with Ning Xue, and under the candlelight, he looked at the scripture called "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra".

Since Pangu opened the heavens, the sun is clear for the sky, and the yin is turbid. Yang Qi is the Yang Qing Qi, although there are Pangu Zhenren to divide it but can not be completely isolated, Yin and Yang are mixed to nurture all things, men are yang, women are Yin, if you want to practice this Xuanyang Sutra, you must be a man.

Yi Yunkong was stunned when he saw this, this seemed to be similar to his cultivation of the internal strength "Brahma Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra".

Next, the more Yi Yunkong looked down, the more surprised he became, until the hand holding the scroll trembled a little until the end.

It is recorded in the Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra that if you want to cultivate to the fifth level or above of the "Brahman Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra", you must practice at the same time as the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra".

According to the first layer of the "Brahma Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra", the first layer is to practice qi, and the first layer of the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" is to use qi to transform yang.

To put it simply, the "Brahma Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra" first practices qi, and then transforms it into yang qi through the first layer of the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra", which is used to assist in the cultivation of the "Brahman Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra"

However, on the last page of the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra", it is written: People over the age of eight are not allowed to cultivate.

Yi Yunkong felt strange, why such an important scripture was thrown on the ground of the Scripture Pavilion, which was also a forbidden place in Jiuze, not a place where ordinary people could enter and exit.

He was puzzled, but he heard Ling Ningxue say, "Brother, how can you read this white book for a long time." ”

"White Book?" Yi Yunkong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand.

"Yes, brother, isn't there no word?" Ning Xue took the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" from Yi Yunkong's hand and flipped through it, and flipped it over again.

Yi Yunkong was still puzzled, but he didn't say anything, and he figured out that if this was a very important scripture, it was impossible to throw it on the ground at will.

He took the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" as the tenth sutra and began to copy it, but for some reason he sent the gods to copy a copy for himself.

Ning Xue on the side looked at Yi Yunkong holding a brush and copying the white book crookedly, feeling very weird.

At the beginning, Ning Xue could still see Yi Yunkong's copying, but when he copied about half of it, the handwriting written by Yi Yunkong before suddenly disappeared, and now, it was already written one by one, and Ning Xue felt quite magical.

"Brother, how did you make the words disappear?" Ning Xue asked curiously.

"Gone?" Yi Yunkong glanced at the content he had copied before, and it was obviously still there.

Yi Yunkong said uncertainly: "Maybe the girl can't see it." "After all, only men can cultivate in this book.

Ning Xue nodded and stopped talking, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was originally a forbidden place in Jiuze Temple, and it was normal to have a few extraordinary books.

Yi Yunkong, as a closed disciple of Xuanqing, naturally has the qualifications to copy the scriptures of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he can't pass them on, so he can keep them for practice.

After a quick inventory and confirmation that he had finished copying ten copies, he carefully found a scripture cabinet for the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" and put it in.

Holding Ning Xue's little hand, he turned around and was just about to leave the downstairs, but he didn't want to hear a sound from the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" placed behind him.

Yunkong and Ning Xue hurriedly turned around to look, only to see that the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" began to spontaneously combust, and it turned into ashes in an instant.

Yunkong and Ning Xue, who were only five or six years old, had seen such a strange thing, and they only felt that the two of them had fallen into a catastrophe and ran away.

"Ning Xue, did you say that the master would find out." Yi Yunkong lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, a little scared.

Ning Xue slept beside Yunkong, thought about it seriously, and replied: "Brother Yunkong, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is a forbidden place, and few people go there on weekdays, so it shouldn't be discovered." ”

Yi Yunkong listened to Ning Xue say that it was okay, and he was also relieved.

"Ning Xue, when you grow up, go back to your father." After a while, Yi Yunkong asked.

Ning Xue nodded, "Yes, I must find them, will my brother accompany me?" ”

"Of course I'll accompany Ning Xue."

"Well, good!"

Yi Yunkong suddenly proposed: "Tomorrow, I'll take you to Xuanyu Pond to play." ”

Ning Xue was obviously stunned for a moment, and after a moment, she hesitated and said, "Xuanyuchi is not a forbidden place, what are you going to do there." ”

Yi Yunkong's expression was a little gloomy, and he told Ning Xue about the threat he had faced a few days ago.

After listening to Yi Yunkong's speech, Ning Xue's eyes were a little unkind, and there was a nameless anger in her heart, but then she suppressed it and was not discovered by Yunkong.

"Brother, I won't allow others to bully you in the future!" Ning Xue frowned and said angrily.

I didn't want Yi Yunkong to see Ning Xue like this, his expression became even darker, maybe he could only be protected by others.

He got up from the bed, picked up the cup and drank two glasses of cold water, recalled the copy of the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra", and meditated on the spot.

Yi Yunkong is only six years old now, and he can just practice the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra".

Qi into the dantian, transformed, transformed, and then transformed.

Ning Xue sat up from the bed, her eyes looking at Yi Yunkong, who was meditating, full of worry.

The moonlight gently sprinkled on his face, reflecting a childish but resolute look.

Gradually, Ning Xue found that a faint layer of golden light emanated from Yi Yunkong's body, although it was weak, it was several times purer than when Xuanqing suddenly appeared that day.

Ning Xue was secretly frightened, what kind of method did Brother Yunkong practice, and he had such pure yang energy.

After a long time, Yi Yunkong stood up, and the golden light outside his body gradually dissipated with the harvest.

"It seems that this Xuanyang Sutra is really for cultivating yang qi," Yi Yunkong said happily.

If you continue to cultivate according to this method, using the transformed yang energy to cultivate the "Brahman Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra" will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Yi Yunkong rolled up his sleeves, and saw a little black looming on his forearm, he smiled and put his sleeves back together.

This black spot is the sign of the introduction of the "Xuanyang Sutra", with the gradual deepening of the "Xuanyang Sutra", the black dot will slowly turn into a sun, and at that time, Yi Yunkong will be the real pure yang physique.

The pure yang physique is the physique that people in Buddhism dream of, even if the root bone is like the cloud sky, as long as it is a pure yang physique, then it can quickly cultivate any relevant Buddhist method, but this physique is only recorded in the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra", and it can only be cultivated with the "Brahma Bodhisattva Enlightenment Dust Sutra", which is rarely known, but it was unintentionally discovered by Yi Yunkong.

Yi Yunkong didn't know that the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today had changed his life. And the little immortal who went down to earth thousands of years ago said that there was still one person, and the moment he picked up the "Xuanyang Buddhist Sutra", it was officially opened.

"Freezing snow, I'll get stronger!" Yi Yunkong looked at the outside of the meditation room lightly and said slowly.

"I believe it!"