The movie ended, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The streets are still full of pedestrians, and the lights shine brightly everywhere, like fireworks and silver flowers. A person like Ling Lang, who was ready to go to bed at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, or did his homework and cultivation, was already very late, so he didn't mention the matter of returning to the mountain, and Yuan Yuan on the side didn't say anything.

The two of them walked down the street, a little aimlessly, although there were a lot of goods around, but each other's minds were not on it.

As he walked, Yuan Yuan suddenly asked, "Did you bring your documents?"

Ling Lang hurriedly nodded and said, "I brought it." He is a cautious person, or after he changed from the "eldest young master" of the Ling family to the status of "eldest brother like father", he tried to be as cautious as possible and did everything as carefully as possible, especially in his attitude towards those neighbors in his hometown. After all, the little sister and the little brother are at home, and there is something difficult about it, and I always hope that others will see it, and they can help out for the sake of their daily feelings. Although no one really asked him to do that, he felt that it should be.

"Oh" After Yuan Yuan said such a word, he didn't say anything more. Ling Lang simply stopped looking at her, and looked left and right at this well-known Xiguan Pedestrian Street.

Walking back and forth, pedestrians gradually became scarce, and the two finally stopped wandering around. Yuan Yuan found a hotel nearby and let Ling Lang stay.

The hotel rooms were simple and small, but Ling Lang knew that this place was at a premium. And like him, who can barely be regarded as a "master" in the mountains, he actually doesn't pay so much attention to the environment, as long as he can live in it, at least it's better than a grass house and a tent.

Yuan Yuan's home is nearby, and he lives in a hotel, so there is nothing to clean up. He said he was going to send her.

When I got downstairs to her house.

Yuan Yuan asked, do you know the way back?

Ling Lang said that he knew, and when he first went out, he also took a card and found it.

Then Ling Lang said, that's gone.

Yuan Yuan said, yes.

One turned to leave, and the other watched from the street.

Until many years later, Ling Lang still remembered the street downstairs of her house, called Fengyuan Street.

Turning the corner, Ling Lang felt a little stuffy in his chest. When I returned to my room, I didn't go to sleep right away, but crossed my legs, breathed, breathed, and started my practice. Maybe you can calm yourself down.

When no one was urging him, Ling Lang didn't really like to practice soul cultivation and soul control, but often as long as he was on his knees, he could quickly indulge in it.

Ling Lang once told Elder Tian that every time he practiced the Soul Method recently, he couldn't really be free of distracting thoughts, but instead always saw some visions of heaven and earth with lightning and thunder, mountains and earth cracks, and vitality rolling. Elder Tian said that that was a good thing, proving that his soul realm was about to break through. In the past, Ling Lang respected Elder Tian quite a lot, but his words, Ling Lang didn't feel very credible. He himself felt that there would be such a messy visualization, but he had read too many miscellaneous books on weekdays.

I don't know how long it took. If no one called him, it was estimated that Ling Lang would have been able to continue like this until dawn, but the sudden shock of his soul body made him detach himself from the world of self-visualization.

He still decided to take a look, soul sensing, it doesn't mean that there is a little unclean thing nearby, it will be like this, it usually has to be related to his own body. Of course, deliberately letting go of the soul energy soul mind to search for it in a scanning way is an exception.

It is said that there are almost no earth soul people who cultivate their own souls, but Ling Lang is an example of earth soul people who are born to cultivate themselves. This is also the reason why Master Xu was surprised when he saw Ling Lang, who was still a translucent soul body.

After the soul body of ordinary earth soul people awakened, most of them were actually just a transparent energy body like Ling Lang's first out-of-body soul. Then the energy body slowly becomes a cloud with a shape, and then it can be embodied as a soul object, or into a soul martial arts, or into a "wasted" soul. There are very few people like him who come up and are directly manifested in their own image.

Following the soul energy, Ling Lang quickly found the place, which turned out to be a temple. The small mountain gate is sandwiched between the buildings on both sides, and the door plaque reads "Ancient Buddha Temple".

After entering the door, the first thing you see is a tall incense burner, the color is simple, the pattern is mottled. Then you will arrive at the Heavenly King Palace, as soon as you enter the door, you will be smiling with a big belly Maitreya Buddha, behind which there is Wei Daotian, and on the left and right sides are the statues of the four heavenly kings. But Ling Lang felt that the source of his soul body trembling was not here.

Through the forty-nine stone steps, you can reach the second layer of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but Ling Lang is a soul body, so there is no need to go up the stairs so troublesomely, it can be achieved overnight.

Passing over the big square incense-burning vessel at the entrance of the hall, Ling Lang had already seen that there were six black-clothed masked people in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, four of them were standing around, and two of them were facing an old monk with a bald head and white eyebrows in the middle, as if they were saying something.

"Old monk, hurry up and get out of the way, otherwise you won't be able to please the Taijun today." Ling Lang felt that he had heard this flattering voice.

"Master Yaozhi, you better leave, lest the two sides tear their faces later, and I can't protect you anymore. "It was a strange voice, it didn't seem to speak very well, and it seemed to have been heard there.

The old monk Yaozhi sat on the futon, holding the Buddha beads in his hand, looking at the two middle-aged monks on the ground who were silent, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, a few people who are perverse in this temple tonight, aren't you afraid of the people on the mountain to make a move?"

"Master Yaozhi, you and I are both understanding people, if we are not prepared, we dare to swagger into your thousand-year-old temple? Including the gods and Buddhas in your temple, they will not help you today. I respect you as a great monk, but don't try to delay any longer. The voice that spoke poorly replied, impatient.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The old monk shouted a Buddha name, as if he didn't know what else he could say.

"Mr. Kameda, why bother talking nonsense with this bald donkey, they are a lowly people who don't know what to do. Directly dragged him away and beat him to death, so that he could see the majesty of the princes. ”

"Master Yaozhi, let me ask you one last time, do you want to go or not?" Mr. Kameda seemed to have a lot of scruples about the old monk, and wanted to persuade him directly with words so that the other party would not hinder him.

"Today, as soon as the evil dragon in Zhenhailou is removed, a few people can't help it, in fact, the two towers and the first floor of Huacheng are just to lock the dragon in the sea, that is, to keep luck, nothing more than to get a blessing, but it has nothing to do with what the donors want, so why bother to break this luck knot?

"The night is long and dreamy, I use this divine veil to suppress his seven senses and six senses, and then you push him away, and then insert this sword into the gap under his futon. Mr. Kameda raised a black scarf in his right hand, and then handed a four-foot sword in his left hand to the person next to him who had just said flattery.

The old monk knew what happened tonight, and he was afraid that he would not be good, so he shouted another Buddha name, lowered his eyebrows, and stopped speaking.

Mr. Kameda sat down cross-legged, and then threw the black scarf in his hand forward. But I saw that the black scarf floated into the air, growing in the wind, becoming the size of a cloak, with mottled dark red stains on it, faint blood light, and criss-crossing black light.

"There is no self, no one, no beings, no longevity. ”

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are. ”

"If you see me with color and call upon me with your voice, you are walking in evil ways, and you will not be able to see me. ”

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

"Amitabha...... "There is no self, no one ......" is a verse of the four Vajra Prajnaparamita experiences. The Diamond Sutra is not the great method of subduing demons such as the Sutra of Wishes and the Lengyan Mantra in Buddhism, but is better at practicing itself. In this situation, of course, it is not that the old monk Yaozhi does not want to use the means of subduing demons, but for some reason, tonight, the entire Mantian God and Buddha can't sense it, so he has to simply use his own cultivation to do his best.

However, the Diamond Sutra is regarded by the Commentators as a general scripture and has its own supreme power. The so-called access to selflessness has to be achieved through forbearance, with the Buddha's eyes, knowing the reason, such as the other King Kong. If his body is pure, the external delusion and evil things shall not be invaded.

But on the head of the old monk Yaozhi, a Vajrasattva Buddha statue of only half a zhang in size appeared. The Vajrasattva Buddha carries the moon wheel, wears the Buddha crown, and smiles. The left fist is on the waist side of the vajra slow print, the right feather throws the pestle, sits half-kneeled, and recites the sutra in the mouth, supreme.

The Buddha statue appeared, and the mysterious scarf was blocked by the Buddha's light, and it could not fall. Kameda chanted the mantra in his mouth, and even made his eyes wink, and walked past the two black-clothed ninjas, as well as the short and fat flattering man, who also stepped forward together, and wanted to carry the old monk away in its entirety.

The old monk Yaozhi was also unable to move, and could only watch himself being moved away like a stone. Uncovered the futon, revealing a square-shaped opening, under the opening, there was the sound of the noise of the people, the parents were short, crying, laughing, scolding, and so on.

The flattering man struggled to raise his great sword and tried to plunge it. As if he suddenly remembered something, he walked up to the old monk and slapped the old monk hard in the face, and this slap was hard enough, and the old monk's face was red and the corners of his mouth were bloody.

The flattering man shook his hand, as if he had used too much force just now, and even his hand felt a pain.

It's not that the old monk Yaozhi is humiliated by this person, but he is a monk of the Fa Shizong who talks about compassion in everything and spits on himself, and the short and fat flattering person in front of him happens to be just an ordinary person.

But the flattering short and fat man didn't seem to be enjoyable, and he wanted to slap the old monk on the other side of the face.

"Stop......" An angry shout sounded in the souls of everyone in the hall.