Although Mount Meru is not as high as the Qingyunmen Tongtian Peak, it is definitely not low.

There is a temple on Mount Meru called Tianyin Temple, which is one of the three major schools of righteousness.

Unlike Qingyunmen, where only Qingyunmen disciples live, this Sumeru Tianyin Temple is full of incense, and you can see many mortals along the way, going up the mountain to worship and pray for blessings.

Seeing countless mortals shuttling non-stop, countless people holding incense, kneeling and worshipping the Buddha, the steps square, inside and outside the hall, the incense was unimaginable, Yang Xuan was a little confused.

This kind of scene is really not like the Xiuzhen sect, but it is no different from an ordinary temple, and it is very far from the immortal style of Qingyunmen in this world, the fairy mountain fairyland.

In Tianyin Temple, Yang Xuan asked a middle-aged woman who was about to burn incense and pray for blessings, "This lady, why are there so many people in Tianyin Temple today?" ”

The middle-aged woman replied with a smile, "This Taoist chief doesn't know that on the fifteenth day of the new year, the people in the vicinity for hundreds of miles have the custom of coming to worship the Buddha. ”

"I see, thank you." Yang Xuan nodded knowingly, and walked towards the depths of Tianyin Temple.

Although Tianyin Temple is a famous school, it has always been a Buddhist temple, and it is inevitable that it will be open to the world. This is an act of immeasurable merit, but after all, the monks need to be pure, so the abbot Puhong lived in a small temple on the top of Mount Meru with several brothers and sisters.

In the pure meditation room, when the righteous path is the giant today, the abbot Puhong Venerable Puhong, the presiding abbot of Tianyin Temple, is sitting cross-legged on the meditation bed, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, looking at Yang Xuan with a smile on his face.

Yang Xuan bowed to Pu Hong, bowed and said, "Poor Yang Xuan, meet Master Pu Hong." ”

Pu Hong looked at Yang Xuan carefully, and the rosary in his hand also turned slightly, and only after a while did he say: "I don't know what the donor is doing when he comes to my Tianyin Temple." ”

Yang Xuan didn't say any polite words at the moment, and went straight to the point, "I have heard for a long time that the wordless jade in your temple has the effect of purifying the heart and calming the mind, and I want to see it today, I don't know what the master thinks?" ”

"Wordless? Where does the donor go and what does he do? When Pu Hong heard this, his face was puzzled, and he didn't understand why the person in front of him was a cultivator, so he was interested in the place of enlightenment of Buddhism.

Seeing that Pu Hong's eyes were full of incomprehension, Yang Xuan smiled and took out a white scroll from the treasure bag on his waist, handed it to Pu Hong, and said sincerely, "This is a book of heaven that Poor Dao got not long ago, and I would like to dedicate it to the master for observation today." ”

This is the third volume of the Book of Heaven that Yang Xuan obtained from the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury not long ago.

The temptation of the Book of Heaven, I don't believe that you Puhong can resist it.

"Book from the sky!" When Pu Hong heard this, he was not calm. Hurriedly took the white scroll from Yang Xuan's hand, opened it and read it carefully.

"That's right, this should be the book of heaven!" Pu Hong put down the scroll in his hand, looked at Yang Xuan with admiration, and said with emotion, "The donor can get such a treasure, the old man really admires." ”

"The master has won the prize." Yang Xuan shook his head with a wry smile and said modestly. He didn't care much about Pu Hong's praise, he cared about Pu Hong's next words

Pu Hong bowed his head and chanted a Buddha name, and then muttered: "The wordless jade wall is the place where the patriarch of Tianyin Temple had an epiphany of Buddha's wisdom, but it is not a forbidden place. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Yang Xuan was overjoyed in his heart, and he was one step closer to the fourth volume of the "Book of Heaven".

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After saying goodbye to Puhong, Yang Xuan followed the Fa Xiang to the back mountain of Mount Meru, and walked for nearly an hour, the Tianyin Temple where the incense was flourishing on Mount Meru had disappeared, and the mountain road was winding along the way, and there were a lot of strange rocks and strange trees, and occasionally there were one or two wild fruits to pick, but there was no trace of the wordless jade, that is, there was no rock with a slightly smoother surface.

It wasn't until he came to the edge of a cliff that Fa Xiang stopped and smiled at Yang Xuan: "Donor, under this cliff is the wordless jade." ”

Looking at the ordinary cliff, Yang Xuan said lightly: "But under the cliff? ”

"Exactly, let's go down," the minister smiled, and jumped off the cliff.

Seeing this, Yang Xuan also followed the law and jumped off the cliff.

The mist under the cliff was filled, like a rolling wave, surging endlessly.

Yang Xuan passed through the clouds and mist, falling a distance of several zhang, a small stone platform stretched out from the cliff, just to catch the person who fell from the cliff, Fa Xiang was already standing on the stone platform, smiling and waiting for Yang Xuan's arrival.

"Donor, this is the wordless jade." Turning around, the law minister pointed to the cliff and said.

Follow his gaze, behind the small stone platform, under the cliff, a piece of avoidance wall like a mirror, is straight down, more than seven zhang high, more than four zhang wide, the material of the mountain is like jade not jade, smooth and incomparable, reflecting the beauty of heaven and earth, far and near the mountains, are all in this jade.

Compared with the creation of heaven and earth, man is so small!

Yang Xuan jumped on the stone platform, walked in front of the jade wall, and reached out to touch the wordless jade.

Smooth, Yang Xuan couldn't think of any other words to describe this jade wall besides this word.

"This jade wall makes people feel calm just by looking at it, and it deserves the name of a treasure!" Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Since the Faxiang Daoist came here with me today, you and I might as well cultivate here as well." ”

Fa Xiang also smiled: "It's okay." After saying that, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, as solemn as a Buddha. This place is full of Buddha spirit, but it is a good place to practice Buddhism.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and thought, surrounded by boundless Buddha energy, his state of mind was unprecedentedly peaceful, as if he had reached the clouds.

The Heavenly Book scriptures in his mind showed one divine text after another, constantly flowing from his heart, and the aura of cultivating the Heavenly Book suddenly diffused out, and under the guidance of Yang Xuan, it continued to converge on the wordless jade.

I don't know how long it took, the wordless jade finally changed, a trace of golden light emerged, on the wordless jade smooth jade, from top to bottom, a little bit, as if deeply engraved, a row of big characters appeared. In addition, there are countless golden ancient and incomprehensible fonts, which flicker and dance among the golden red rays of the jade like boiling, which is dazzling.

And that row of big characters is clear, and it is: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs!" ”

"The Fourth Volume of the Book of Heaven!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuan had a smile on his face, and his mind swept towards the wordless jade.

I saw that on the jade wall, sometimes the rui qi rose, sometimes the dark red flickered, and the solemn golden light was mixed with a strange and unpredictable red glow, giving people a feeling of breathlessness.

At this time, the Faxiang on the side was also awakened by the vision of heaven and earth, and looked at Yang Xuan sitting cross-legged in front of the wordless jade, and couldn't help but step forward with concern, and said, "Donor, are you okay?" ”

Yang Xuan opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it's just a small success in cultivation." ”

"Amitabha," Fa Xiang quickly calmed down, chanted a Buddha name, and said: "The donor has been practicing here for a day and a night, but I didn't expect the donor to be able to comprehend the wordless jade wall." ”

"Daoist friends have won the prize, and the poor Dao is just a mistake."