Spiritual imprint is not an evil method, let alone a means to control others and make others die for you, it is just a "contagious" means.

First, you have to accept the spirit of this spiritual imprint.

Secondly, you will be blessed by it, and then you will get twice the result with half the effort when practicing a certain type of suitable exercise, and even make rapid progress in the form of an epiphany.

Therefore, it is not so much that Xia Ji controls the monks such as Jiankong, but that he reveals their true hearts for these monks, and becomes the Dinghai Divine Needle of their hearts.

In return, he will also retract his faith and loyalty.

It's a two-way street.

So much for.

If the body is compared to a lonely boat, the spirit is compared to the water waves, and the practice is compared to the sail.

Then, the spirit of the vast majority of people is gentle, so no matter how big and good the sail is, it will not be able to go to a very far place after all, because the water waves are not urgent, and the wind speed is not large.

Only those who are strong in the spiritual world can truly set sail and sail to deeper, more magnificent places in the raging wind, but full of more risks and dangers.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skins... That's what I'm talking about.

The spiritual imprint is a kind of revelation given to ordinary people by some powerful immortals in the spiritual world.

However, for you to leave such a mark, you need to be strong enough to do so.

For example, Xia Ji, he got the third Buddha Zen of the nine-layer skill bead, and he could only [fuse] the low-level skill bead,

And in the process of visiting Leiyin Temple, these three Buddhas have been strengthened again, a spiritual gift, and then they have the qualification to leave a [spiritual imprint].

And then there is the objective condition that "the original spiritual imprint in the Buddha statue has disappeared",

He can leave his own mark.

If you don't write it, don't spread it outside the church...

Bow down to the totem to be blessed by the ancestors...

In short, it is to truly open up a religion with spirit, and this is far better than opening up a religion with martial arts.

Martial arts opened up a sect;

The spirit is the sect.

However, Xia Ji was not ready to bring this sect to the fore, nor did he think about what the name of this sect was.

Leiyin Temple is just the tip of the iceberg of this sect, or it is the beginning of an experiment.

However, it's not just a Buddha statue that will do.

Therefore, after waking up at dusk, he begged for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote hard in the meditation room inside the first gate.

The scriptures left behind are still those scriptures, and the martial arts are still those martial arts, but written with his brushstrokes, this touch is integrated into his vast spirit, and in the future, whoever reads this scripture will be infected by him, and whoever practices martial arts will be infected by him, and thus become different.

These scriptures and martial arts, together with the "Buddha statue of the evil heart that has obtained his spiritual imprint", will become the Dinghai Divine Needle of the new Leiyin Temple.

The snow is shining, and the sunset is red.

There are more than 500 monks left, and these more than 500 people are cleaning up the ruins, digging graves, burying the corpses, and then chanting in unison to pass away.

When the sound of the wooden fish chanting subsided, the wind passed through the strange stones and strange pines in the mountains, and the hundreds of miles of Sumeru Mountain whistled and whimpered, and the low sound did not stop, as if the thousands of souls that had been in this land returned together.

The night has risen, the wind is high and the moon is white.

The monks entered the monastery and began to rest, but their Buddha was still writing scriptures in the moonlight, much to the shame of the monks.

Seeing the empty standing outside the door for a long time, he waited until Xia Ji stopped for a while before respectfully asking: "Respect my Buddha, please teach the name of the new temple?"

Xia Ji knew that after he left, this time he should be the presiding officer of the new temple, so he said, "Have you ever been obsessed with words?"

After all, he had practiced meditation for nearly 30 years, and immediately knew that this new Buddha was taking the school and he was urging him, so he hurriedly said, "I have never been attached to words. ”

Xia Ji said: "Are you obsessed with it, or are you not attached?"

See Empty: ...

Xia Ji said again: "Tell me if you figure it out." ”

"Yes. ”

So he didn't leave when he saw the sky, and knelt in the moonlight.

He has a straight face, a very thin figure, the gray monk's robe hunts and moves in the long wind, sticking to his withered body like an old bamboo, his hands are folded, and he closes his eyes and bows his head as if listening to the teachings, but because his mind is unhindered, the long-term accumulation finally reopens the blockage, and begins to break through explosively, which makes his qi and blood more calm and majestic, just like the waves of a big river beating against the cliff, even through the skin can faintly feel the majestic power.

Xia Ji continued to write scriptures.

One thing to write is a night.

When you are tired, you can rest for a while.

Wait until another morning, the green frost locks the road, the cold wind blows, and the great sun rises from the east, piercing the darkness of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, the Leiyin Temple was closed, otherwise if there were pilgrims coming here, they would definitely be frightened to spread the destruction of the Leiyin Temple outside the mountain, and expose another atrocity of the Seven Princes of the Great Shang to the world.

The monks got up early and divided into three sides, taking care of their daily fasting, while cleaning up the ruins inside the double gate, sorting out the remaining scriptures, and more importantly, going to the Great Treasury of the Sixth Peak, where they needed to rebuild the temple.

But what the temple is called, they don't know yet.

So, Kanku is still kneeling.

Xia Ji copied it almost, and seeing that he had not yet understood, he asked again: "How many of the scriptures you have recited in the past are said by the Buddha and how many are said by the Devil?"

Without waiting for him to answer, Xia Ji asked the second sentence: "How many Buddhas and how many demons are there in the scriptures I preached?"

Seeing that he wanted to say something, but he was just open his mouth and couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand this Zen machine.

Xia Ji sighed softly, this monk was a little less talented after all, so he didn't reveal it, but said, "It's still called Leiyin Temple." ”

Seeing the empty road: "The disciple is stupid, follow the Buddha's words." ”

"You should also change your name, what do you want to call it?"

"The disciple entered the temple eighteen, and now there are six in forty, and he has been imprisoned for twenty-eight years, and it was not until yesterday that he realized that it was not the devil who was imprisoned, but the Buddha, and the disciple did not want to be imprisoned again for the rest of his life, and wanted to call the Dharma name - Freedom. ”

"Yes. ”

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The monks gilded the statue of the Buddha again, re-established the pavilion of scriptures, and organized the books, many of which Xia Ji named and needed to be sent to the palace.

Xia Ji stood on the top of the mountain.

The fifth peak of Sumeru is the main hall of Zen Temple.

The sixth peak is a large repository of Tibetan objects.

The seventh peak is said to have been originally a place for alchemy in the Spirit Garden, but now it has unfortunately become a wasteland, and the former furnace is also tattered and rusty.

The eighth peak is a mystery, even if you are free, you don't know what that peak is for, but it is an ordinary barren mountain.

The ninth peak is the mountain of legends, the most recent legend is that there were immortals who stayed to talk about the game, a game of bad chess, and the obsession with the game will be old and gray in the kung fu of a son, and go through a lifetime.

The prince of the Great Shang stopped copying the scriptures, and he came to the sixth peak first.

And there are no precious items left in the large treasury here.

Regardless of the materials and ordinary magic instruments, the rest are only two dim strings of rosaries, one side of the dusty dilapidated lamp, it is said that this lamp was once the magic weapon of the ancient lamp-burning faction, after ignition, it can bloom the light of the heavens and the earth, swallow all darkness, break all obstacles, and calm all spirits.

But Xia Ji tried the lamp, but found that the power in the lamp had already completely dissipated, and when he put it down, the dilapidated lamp finally finished its longevity, and it disintegrated with a "clang" as soon as it landed.