Gu Donglin was also stunned, waved his hand, and the book galloped out according to the direction pointed by the arrow.

In a moment, everyone came to the sky above Huayue Academy, looking at the downward arrow, the old monk Fuyuan looked at Gu Donglin's expression, and he was strange for a while.

Gu Donglin's face changed a few times before he said: "It seems that this is for the old man and others, playing with a hand of the lamp." ”

Everyone didn't answer and landed, because they didn't hide, and at this time, several Liangyi academicians had already discovered the situation and ran over.

Seeing a few people in the books and their own dean, they saluted in unison and said, "Dean!" ”

Gu Donglin grimaced and said, "Whose residence is this?" ”

Everyone paused, and one of the academicians replied cautiously: "It should be the residence of the newly recruited musician and dancer, Teacher Guan Zhenzhen." ”

Gu Donglin grimaced and continued to ask, "What about people?" ”

The academician paused and replied: "In the afternoon, the disciples of the Wu family took the talk, and they went out on leave. ”

Gu Donglin glanced at the academician and said, "I'll clean you up later." ”

After that, with a wave of his hand, he threw the book in his hand directly.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

The book was quickly opened, and the sound of recitation reappeared.

As the book opened, the word 'present' appeared in the book.

As the font of the book flickered, a formation appeared in front of everyone, and many academicians were stunned.

Seeing this, Gu Donglin had no intention of entering from the formation.

With one hand, he pressed the book and quickly fell into the area of the formation in the small courtyard, and was directly smashed out of a big pit by the book.

If you go to the place, you will be melted directly by the books, and a big pit will come out, because the surrounding soil has not rolled at all.

The crowd looked through the pit and saw what was going on.

The yard is very large, and the ablation pit is also very large, so you can see a lot of rooms.

Some rooms were empty, and some rooms had a few children with dull expressions, and at this moment, because they opened the skylight, they looked up one by one and looked at the sky sluggishly.

In some places, there are still some disciples who are wandering in a panic at the moment.

The most attractive thing is a hall-like cell, in which a young monk is fixed and 'riding' on a wooden horse, and a Confucian is tied to a cross in reverse, and each is 'ridden' by a sturdy man.

At this moment, the three of them all looked crazy and painful.

Zhang Deming was also stunned for a while, and he took a long breath before he took a sharp breath.

"Hiss ······"

These demon cultivators are really good at playing!

Can't afford to mess with it! Can't afford to mess with it!

No wonder Demon Cultivation is so fearful, just this method Zhang Deming felt that his back was cold and his chrysanthemum was tight.

Everyone was also stunned, and with the sound of Zhang Deming pumping cold air, everyone came back to their senses.

Gu Donglin's face was extremely ugly, and his whole body was in turmoil, and he roared after a long time: "Bastard, the old man wants to cramp and peel your skin, boil your bones and train your soul!! ”

The old monk Fuyuan's expression was also extremely ugly, and he jumped down directly, waving his hand to pick up Huineng, who was 'riding a wooden horse'.

Huineng, who looked crazy, suddenly stopped shaking, was stunned, returned to his senses slightly, and looked at Fuyuan with a dull gaze.

The moment he saw the old monk Fuyuan, his dull gaze fluctuated slightly.

After a long time, a look of pain and despair appeared on his rather handsome face, and when he looked at Fuyuan, he suddenly wailed and said, "Master!! Disciple······ Disciple······ Wow······"

The voice was grief-stricken, heart-rending, and the blood was crying.

Fuyuan hugged Huineng, and said with the same heartache: "It's okay, it's okay, with the master here, it's all over, everything will be fine." ”

Huineng heard this, but the more he cried, the more sad he became, and the more he cried, the more torn he became, touching the bottom of his heart.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Fuyuan with a dull gaze, and said instinctively:

"Master, I wish that hell is not empty, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

I hope that the devil's path in the world will not end, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

I wish that sins still exist in the world, and that my disciples will never become Buddhas!

I am willing to devour the demons with my body, to eliminate evil, to ban ghosts, and to block the demon kiln!

I am willing to turn into angry eyes, break all the precepts, swing the world, and be clear! ”

Fuyuan was slightly stunned, and the entire basement suddenly flashed with golden light at this moment, and a huge golden wheel of merit appeared above the head of Huineng, who looked sluggish.

The golden wheel rotated slightly, and a huge Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged in the void, spoke:

"Huineng of Leiyin Temple, today I make a vow: May the devil in the world be exhausted, the devil will not end, and I will never become a Buddha.

Make a wish for eternity, go thousands of sinks, wait for the completion of the merit, get the trace of the Buddha, add merit, and lead the pool to the Buddha's fruition. ”

A few Buddha sounds lingered in the sky for a long time, and finally the golden wheel, Buddha sound, Buddha shadow, and Buddha light were all taken and turned into a swastika Buddha seal, which fell on the center of Huineng's eyebrows.

Huineng's sluggish expression was slightly better, but on his handsome little face, there was endless indifference.

"Alas······ You ······ Why bother! Seeing that the disciple made such a great wish that would never be realized, holding the disciple's blessing, he sighed faintly.

The Buddha's heart is as tough as a rock, and he is throbbing several times today, and he doesn't even know how many years of emotion he has forgotten, silently permeating his heart, and that emotion is a hateful word.

Although it is extremely light, it cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Huineng eyebrows and Buddha seals rotated, and said silently with a face full of words: "Master, the disciple is willing, without complaint or regret, I wish this remnant life to smooth the demon road." ”

"Alas······ After returning to the temple, you go to the Vajra Hall and be the angry eye Vajra! The path of the Warrior Monk's Hall is not for you······" Fuyuan sighed.

Huineng had no joy or sorrow, and said silently: "Thank you for your success." ”

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When Fuyuan jumped, Gu Donglin also jumped down, and with a wave of his hand, he threw aside the two soulless and sturdy men who kept moving, but he didn't kill each other, obviously hateful.

With a wave of his hand, he put down the two of them.

As soon as the two of them were soft, Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, collapsed directly to the ground.

Nangong Cheng, a young man in a Confucian shirt, was hugged by Gu Donglin who stepped forward and was hugged.

Gu Donglin didn't dislike the other party's state at the moment, his face was sad, and he said sadly: "Qinglian, it's the master who can't stand you!" ”

Nangong Cheng's eyes were not dull at all, but he was very calm, but his eyes were full of dead silence.

When he heard this, his dead eyes turned slightly, and he looked at Gu Donglin and said, "Teacher, Qinglian begs for a quick death!" ”

"You ······" Gu Donglin's face stiffened, and he didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, looking at the endless gloom in his disciple's eyes, he suddenly said angrily: "Bastard things, for the sake of the teacher, you are not allowed to say this in this life." ”

At this time, the two of them paused, and the golden light suddenly shone next to them, and the two turned their heads and saw Huineng with an indifferent expression and an expressionless expression.

"Alas······"

Gu Donglin paused, and let out another faint sigh.

Nangong Cheng was still dead-eyed, without the slightest mood swing.

Looking at the disciple, looking at the disciple who should have been chic and wanton, and the spirit was flying, but now that he had become like this, the hatred in Gu Donglin's heart was surging.

Then everyone paused in unison, and all turned their heads to look at the other corner of the room.

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After the Dao robe Hua Zhengyu collapsed on the ground because no one cared about it, an academician above saw that no one cared about it, hesitated, jumped down, helped him up, and whispered: "Daoist Hua Chang, you ·······."

Is it okay to ask a sentence, but the academician can't ask anything.

Hua Zhengyu was the most normal among the three, and it was also the most distressing, he smiled bitterly, and said to the academician: "Academician Bai, please excuse me, help me pull out this soul nail." ”

Academician Bai paused and said, "Daoist Hua, wait a minute, wait for the dean to deal with it." I see that this soul nail has been nailed into the depths of the soul, and if it is pulled out so rashly, it will hurt the soul body and touch the fundamentals. ”

Hua Zhengyu smiled bitterly again and said, "It's okay, it's just a little soul wound left, and it's okay to have some pain." ”

Academician Bai was stunned for a moment, looked at Hua Zhengyu's difficult smile, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to pull out the soul nail in his right hand.

Hua Zhengyu's face turned pale, and there was no other reaction, but from the wound on his right hand, a faint soul power began to overflow.

Academician Bai's face changed, obviously he still underestimated the injury, so he wanted to suppress it.

Hua Zhengyu smiled bitterly again: "Academician Bai, there's no need. ”

After that, he stretched out his right hand, and in the midst of a surge of spiritual power, he peeled off his hands and feet, and the soul nails on his chest one by one.

The pain that tore through his soul only made his face a little pale, and he didn't have any other expression.

Looking at the other party's movements, Academician Bai's lips squirmed, his arms were half-extended, but he paused there, and finally didn't say a word.

Hua Zhengyu pulled out the soul nail, the soul of his whole body overflowed, he stood up directly, his hands were spread out, and a huge gossip slowly emerged.

He didn't make the slightest lie to probe, nor did he think about it for half a sentence, he opened his mouth directly and said: "I will disappear with life and death, my soul will be scattered, and the true spirit will be extinguished and prophesied: My enemy will be a hundred times more painful than me, a thousand times more painful, and miserable for life." ”

Academician Bai's face changed suddenly, and he said in shock: "Hua Dao Chief, think twice······"

But apparently it was too late, and the gossip aura skyrocketed, slowly rising into the air, getting bigger and bigger.

Hua Zhengyu tilted his head, smiled bitterly again, and looked at the defeated Nangong Cheng and said: "Qinglian monk, the old way will go first, and the old way's words today, I hope that the monk will watch it." ”

Nangong Cheng's disgraced eyes flickered slightly, and when he turned his head, what he saw was Hua Zhengyu's whole person, which collapsed into a sky full of spiritual light, pouring into the gossip in the sky.

The gossip flew into the sky, getting bigger and bigger, getting fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared into the sky.

Nangong Cheng raised his head for a long time, looked at the sky, and whispered, "Go all the way!" ”

Zhang Deming stood on the edge of the pit, bowing his head to take in everything, his expression was a little inexplicable.

At this moment, he fully felt the cruelty of this world, even if it was a major repair of the two rituals, they all ended up like this, not to mention a Tai Chi monk like him.

Cultivation is the foundation of everything!

Sighing, as Monk Huineng fulfilled his wish, Zhang Deming's expression moved slightly, and in the warehouse, the golden light surged, and he suddenly had three more golden balls of merit light.

Looking at the ball of light, Zhang Deming was a little silent, this was the first time he had picked up merit for nothing, but he didn't have half a sense of joy.

If he could, he didn't want this merit, maybe he was hypocritical! Be hypocritical!

Anyway, he always knew that he was a twisted person.

After a long time, Zhang Deming came back to his senses.

Below, Huineng was already wrapped in a monk's robe, and stood up indifferently, without the slightest emotion.

As for Nangong Cheng, after watching Hua Zhengyu dissipate, he asked Gu Donglin to take a soul nail for him, and slowly stood up.

Refusing Gu Donglin's help, he took off his Confucian shirt and wrapped it around his waist.

Then he said flatly: "Teacher, the disciple went down to freshen up." ”

Gu Donglin stared at Nangong Cheng with a frown, but did not speak.

Nangong Cheng said flatly: "Don't worry, as long as the teacher doesn't allow you, the disciple will no longer mention death in this life." ”

When Gu Donglin heard this, his expression moved, but he was still a little uneasy, turned his head to look at Academician Bai, and said, "You take Qinglian down and freshen up." ”

"Got it, Dean." Academician Bai replied.

Before he could speak, Nangong Cheng, who had received the reply, floated up directly, left the sinkhole, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Gu Donglin looked at Nangong Cheng's disappearing figure for a long time before he came back to his senses, floated up, looked at Zhang Deming and said, "It's the little brother who has neglected me." ”

Zhang Deming replied: "When the seniors say such things, it is a little annoying to the juniors. ”

Gu Donglin paused slightly, and said: "It's the old man's fault, the old man is a little upset today, so he will take the first step, the matter of the little brother will definitely give a satisfactory result tomorrow." ”

When Zhang Deming heard this, he nodded and said, "The juniors understand, the juniors are not in a hurry, and it doesn't hurt to be a day or two late." ”

Gu Donglin heard the words and explained to several academicians, and walked in the direction where Nangong Cheng left, looking still a little uneasy.

The old monk Fuyuan, with an indifferent face of Hui Neng, also jumped up from the bottom of the pit.

Everyone saluted in unison, Fuyuan and Huineng responded slightly, looked at Zhang Deming and said: "Little donor, if the old man has something to do today, he will be out of company first." ”

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Well, Master Fuyuan, you can take care of the rest first, don't worry about me, the juniors can just wander around the academy at will today." ”

Immediately the two of them saluted, and Fuyuan, with the priest who had never had a sense of existence, and Huineng, also turned around and left.

When a few people left, the academicians present took action, and the disciples outside were let in one by one and began to deal with the things in the underground palace below.

Some Demon Sect disciples, who should be dealt with, and some children who still have hope, who should be saved, are saved from busy to orderly in a moment.

At this time, an academician stepped forward and said to Zhang Deming: "Fellow Daoist, please, I will take you to the guest room to recognize the way first, and then you can wander around the academy at will." ”

Zhang Deming nodded and followed.

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Looking at the pattern of Huayue Academy, it should have been similar to the appearance of the ancient academy in the previous life.

However, because of the influence of foreign countries, and Huayue City seems to have some contacts with foreign countries, and the academy is at the forefront of the times.

Therefore, here, I can already see a little bit of new wind direction, which is somewhat similar to the formation department of Tianlingmen.

However, the formation department is like a campus, and this is a campus.

Hmm······ Monk's Campus!

In the miscellaneous art Baidao elegant school, the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the representatives, the painting is high-minded, the qin is the most talented, and the chess is the most broad and profound. And this calligraphy often pays attention to a purity.

Books are the avenue, and there are many genres, but if you want to succeed, it is purely the key, because many genres of calligraphy are based on this word pure.

Whether it is bohemian, chic and arbitrary, or independent, as long as you do the purity of your heart, then there is hope to win the road, and it is difficult to do the opposite.

The literature is pregnant, the literature is courageous, and the heart is hidden, as long as the purity is maintained, the talent is worse, and there can be some achievements in the calligraphy.

Therefore, Zhang Deming has come all the way, and in this Huayue Academy, he has felt the sincerity and rare innocence that is rare in this world.

Such a place is really rare in this world.

Of course, these disciples who have cultivated to perfection are not stupid Bai Jun, they can be favored by Huayue Academy, and those who practice here cannot be stupid Bai Jun.

The reason for this is that they are here and willing to get along in this way.

Zhang Deming was taken through a crowd of places and came to the guest room.

As one of the three major forces in Huayue City, Huayue Academy occupies a large area, and the guest rooms are also very good.

Zhang Deming was arranged in a first-class room, and the academician chatted with Zhang Deming for a while, before leaving a few disciples to leave, and it was almost dark at this moment.

······

Early the next morning, Zhang Deming had nothing to do, and after browsing the room roughly, he turned around and walked towards the academy, followed by a few disciples, and began to browse the ancient version of the campus.

Because Zhang Deming has a special identity, he is a distinguished guest brought back by the dean himself, and the journey is unimpeded.

After wandering around most of the academy, Zhang Deming came to a pond, in the pond was a pond of lotus leaves, which looked quite elegant.

A teenage doll, sitting by the pond at the moment, holding her legs, her unusually cute little face, is about to crumple at the moment.

The little doll sat with her left hand holding her curly legs, and kept picking up stones with her right hand, throwing them into the pond for a while, her face full of unhappiness.

Zhang Deming looked at each other and was slightly stunned, mainly because he was too cute.

Among the children he saw, Qian Xiaogong could compare with him.

"Hey, my little ancestor, why did you come here again, didn't you be careful and honest today?" A disciple hurried over, saw the little doll, and hurriedly stepped forward.

The child frowned slightly and said, "I've said it countless times, I'm not a child anymore, I know what I'm doing." Don't follow me, or I'll ······"

"Shh······h Be quiet! The disciple immediately turned his head to look at the corner of the pond before continuing: "Little Ancestor, let's hurry up, today is not the time for you to make a difference." ”

After that, he actually put the cute little baby on his shoulders and left in a hurry.