It's just that, with these scriptures alone, can you really deal with that big demon-level white ape?

White Phantom Night doesn't know.

But no matter what, after knowing that the Burning Lamp Temple copied these scriptures, it was very likely that it was to prepare for the return of the white ape, he put away the idea of making money, and decided that he must copy it well and make a contribution.

After all, in a certain way, the last abbot of the Burning Lamp Temple, Master Xinzen, died in order to protect him and other people in Xiyu City, and he couldn't help but remember his kindness.

At this moment, making money is secondary, copy a few more scriptures, and when the white ape comes again, the Burning Lamp Temple will be more sure, and he will have more peace of mind.

did not advocate more noise with the academy, the two of them had something to do, and they no longer hesitated at the moment, opened the scriptures, and quickly copied them.

Bai Phantom Night opened the spiritual blood ink ingot, dipped the pen in blood ink, laid the paper on the table, and then opened the dark blue color scripture, from beginning to end, quickly read it again, and then officially put down the pen and copied it.

His posture was upright, white hair hung in the air, and every time he fell, there was a blood-colored handwriting on the paper, and then a spiritual light suddenly burst out, and finally joined together, without blinking an eye, there was an illusion of white light floating paper.

And in the scripture room, the same is true for others.

Everyone was silent, and there was not much to say, only the rustling of the pen on the paper.

......

"Then the Bodhisattva of Endless Intentions, that is, from the seat, favoring the right shoulder, clasping his palms to the Buddha, and making a ...... speech"

"A good man, if there are hundreds of billions of sentient beings, suffering from all kinds of afflictions, hearing that it is Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, and calling it by name, Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, immediately observing its sound, will be liberated. ”

"If there are hundreds of billions of sentient beings who enter the sea in order to seek treasures such as gold and silver, colored glass, clams, agate, coral, amber, pearls, etc., and if the black wind blows their boats and falls into the kingdom of rakshasas, if there is still one of them, who calls the name of Avalokiteshvara, is all of them, and so on, they will be liberated from the difficulties of the rakshasas, and it is the cause. ”

"If the three thousand lands, full of Yakshasa and Rakshasas, want to annoy people, and hear them call the name of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, they are all evil ghosts, and they cannot be regarded with evil eyes, and the situation will be harmful. ”

"If there be a merchant in the land of three thousand and a thousand people, and there is a merchant who carries all the merchants with heavy treasures, and passes through a dangerous road, one of them shall sing, 'All good men, do not be afraid.' ”

While copying, Bai Phantom Night recited this scripture silently, and unconsciously, he only felt that his mind was empty, and his mind had never been so clear.

The whole person's body and mind seem to have been sublimated, a kind of nameless power that seems to be in the middle of nothing, blessing all the bodies and doubling his courage.

At this time, he discovered that copying scriptures is not only beneficial to the anti-demon of the Burning Lamp Temple, but also seems to be of great benefit to himself and other cultivators.

"This scripture?"

He was secretly surprised, but his heart was quiet, and he copied more seriously.

The entire "Pumen Pin Dafa Mantra", a total of about 2,400 words, was copied for nearly two hours in the white fantasy night before it could be copied and written.

Looking back, he looked at it, the handwriting on the paper was meticulous, rigorous and serious, and the handwriting was beautiful, reaching the peak of writing in the white fantasy night.

He's like, he's never been in such a good shape.

Smiling with satisfaction, he set it aside and waited for it to dry, and Bai Phantom Ye decided to make persistent efforts.

Taking advantage of his unprecedentedly good condition, he instantly opened the second piece of spirit blood ink ingot, then spread out a piece of rice paper again and began to copy it a second time.

Two hours later, after Bai Phantom Ye finished copying it for the second time, he looked up, only to find that before he knew it, the sky outside was slowly darkening.

In less than an hour, it is estimated that it will be night.

"Oops!"

Only then did Bai Huanye realize that it had taken him nearly four hours to copy.

And he came at the right time, and it was already the time of Shen, and it was about to be unitary.

Looking around, I found that in the entire scripture copying room, except for the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, the rest of the people had already handed over the scriptures and left, and went home.

"This ......"

The white phantom night was dumbfounded for a while.

At this moment, there was a grunt in his abdomen, but he was immersed in copying scriptures all day and forgot to eat.

Thinking of the purpose of coming here today, it was originally to ask Abbot Xiaoxiang for the remaining half of the small qi refining technique, but I forgot about it.

While there was still some time, he hurried to say hello to Abbot Xiaoxiang, lest he think that he had missed the appointment. The Little Qi Alchemy Immortal Dao Chapter is not needed now anyway, and it doesn't matter if you learn it in two days. ”

Saying hello to the academy master, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, Bai Huanye hurriedly stood up, picked up the two scriptures he had copied, and handed them over to the law enforcement monk who was still guarding the side, along with the original scriptures.

The law enforcement monk took it, glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, and finally settled, Bai Phantom Ye copied it twice, totaling about 4,800 words.

The law enforcement monk rounded up, and he didn't bother to calculate with Bai Phantom Ye, so he directly issued ten bronze knives to Bai Phantom Night according to the full amount of two articles of 5,000 words.

"Ten bronze knives!"

Although his arms were a little sore, and his whole body was even stiffer, he sat all day, keeping the same position still, but with ten copper knives in his hand at once, everything was worth it.

It's rich again!

And that's just one day.

He was in the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, and he could only exchange for thirty bronze swords a month, but here, it was ten a day.

Although this work is more tiring and challenging, it is not for everyone, and it does not seem to be very stable, and it can be finished in a few days at most.

However, to have such a harvest, Bai Phantom Night is already satisfied.

The most important thing is that, in addition to the income of the copper knife, he continued to copy this great mantra of Pumenpin, and he felt that his body and mind seemed to have been washed again, becoming more pure and ethereal, and some obscure things in his body were also driven out, and his whole body was refreshed.

Even if I am tired, I feel very happy.

Bai Huanye pinched ten bronze knives, waved his hand to the law enforcement monk, and happily left the scripture copying room, walked out of the scripture pavilion, and then went straight to the abbot's room across the door.

When Abbot Xiaoxiang saw him, he let out a slight "huh", and seemed to be a little blamed for the failure of the day in the white fantasy night.

However, when Bai Phantom Night explained that he was copying scriptures, he forgot the time.

Abbot Xiaoxiang glanced at him strangely, nodded, and said, "I see, that's it, when are you free these days, come to find the little monk again." ”

"Good. ”

Bai Huanye agreed, and then said goodbye to Abbot Xiaoxiang, left the Burning Lamp Temple, and then returned in the direction of home.

When passing by the old knife tavern on the street, Bai Huanye smelled the smell of wine coming from the tavern, remembered something, and touched the ten newly arrived copper knives on his waist.

It has been a few days since the martial arts hall broke the jasper pillow and all his coins were snatched away by Xin Wenxuan and his gang, and Bai Huanye has not drunk his father on time anymore.

Thinking that his father was rarely not angry, and he had never scolded himself for not having any wine to drink in the past few days, although he knew that this should not be done, he still walked in and said loudly to an old man in Ge Yi behind the counter: "Mr. Old Knife, come to the altar wine!"

"Yo, it turned out to be a little white boy, I haven't been to the shop for a few days, and it's still the same, burning knives?"

Behind the counter, it was strange that there was an old man with his knees broken, sitting on top of a wooden wheelchair with a mechanism that could move freely.

His hair was gray, revealing a deep sense of old age, but his face was full of kind smiles, obviously he was already familiar with Bai Yexing, it was the owner of this old knife tavern, the old knife head.

Bai Huanye hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't burn the knife today, come to the altar to get drunk!"

After speaking, he reached out and took out three small knife coins made of brass from his waist pocket and handed them over.

"Huh?"

The old knife head glanced at Bai Phantom Ye strangely, but he didn't ask anything, he took out a small jar of dark black wine jar directly from behind the counter, handed it to Bai Phantom Night and said, "Little Bai Gongzi take it, come often!"

"Thank you, Mr. Knife. ”

After taking the wine jar, Bai Huanye waved his hand at the old man, and then he carried the altar of high-grade floating slaughter drunk, turned around and returned in the direction of home.

Behind him, the old knife head looked at his back and smiled slightly, with a deep meaning in his eyes.