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"Hehe, I still know the name from you."

The Taoist frowned again, and suddenly his lips trembled, but he didn't make a sound. And a clear voice came from Chen Jing's ears: "The way of the sword, refining the heart and giving birth to fearlessness, a thought leads to the wind and clouds, the movement of the sword leads the thunder and thunder without return, and the quiet encompasses the heaven and the earth, and the sky does not fall to take the meaning of fearlessness." The combination of movement and stillness, the integration of yin and yang, and the unkindness of the heavenly heart. All four are obtained for the purpose of punishment, extermination, trapping, and killing. ”

Chen Jing showed a look of surprise on his face, and the Taoist saw it in his eyes and said with a smile, you don't have to say it. Although I don't know who passed on your sword technique, and I believe you don't know, but your sword technique is from the Jinao Island in the East China Sea.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be extremely happy, looked at the statue inside, and said: "If he can transform into a form in the future, please come to Jinao Island in the East China Sea, and I will hold an entrance ceremony for you." ”

Chen Jing said: "I think you may have misunderstood. The person who taught me the sword trick never said that he was from the Jinao Island lineage in the East China Sea. ”

"Hehe, junior brother, you can't be wrong, only the people of Jinao Island in the East China Sea will know that sword trick in this world, and it must be my inner disciple of Jinao Island." The Taoist said: "I don't have a Taoist number, if his junior brother comes, he can find me." ”

After he finished speaking, he said a few more words and turned around and disappeared into the void, Chen Jing stood there looking at the void, but in his heart he was thinking about what was the relationship between the old swordsman and this Jinao Island in the East China Sea, the few words of the sword trick that the non-Taoist said just now Chen Jing had indeed heard in the mouth of the old swordsman, but it was not at all what the Taoist thought. At that time, the old swordsman just said that he had said such a sword trick when teaching the sword technique, saying that this could be said to be the general outline of the world's swordsmanship, and then the swordsmanship that Chen Jing learned was another mantra.

He thought about it for a moment, then stopped thinking about it. As long as it takes long enough, it will naturally be able to wash out all the buried truths.

As for the immortal trapping sword trick and the immortal trapping array that the non-Taoist said, he didn't know it, for Chen Jing, he was not familiar with the formation, he had never had the concept of formation in his heart, this time the battle could be said to be a perfect fusion of his divine domain plus the spells and swordsmanship he had understood.

From the power of mountains and rivers to the application of potential, and at the same time integrating some of his own perceptions of the clouds, so people who enter the white mist must resist with mana to stand still, otherwise they will be washed away by the rushing momentum. When that momentum is disrupted, he can change into chaos and grinding like the clouds, and the sword is equivalent to the thunder shining in the clouds.

He didn't know that from the outside, this was the formation. Although the formation can also achieve this effect, the process of formation is completely different. In Shinto, this is called stepping into the level of art. It is no longer a single use force or potential, but the perfect combination of the potential of mountains and rivers and the spiritual power of mountains and rivers to form a new means, which is the technique, which Chen Jing called "Spirit River Trap Sword Domain".

The virtual spirit returned to the ancestral hall in front of the river, Yan Luoniang returned to the division, the big red shrimp and shells were classified in the river basin with those magic weapons, the little white dragon was in a daze when the white mist dissipated, holding the blue bricks that were broken in half, and suddenly said after a few days that there seemed to be something to do, and I had forgotten it, but now I remembered it, and then I rode the big black buffalo with the green bricks in my hand.

After a few days, calm returned in front of the river temple.

Chen Jing thought that more people would come later, but he suddenly quieted down, which surprised him, which made it feel a little like the eve of a storm. When the battle was over, he sensed his own river basin, only to find that his control of the Jing River basin had unconsciously extended for at least a hundred miles. After a little thought, he understood that this was because the fusion of the spiritual power of the river domain had reached a new level, and the entire river domain was connected, and the spiritual power itself was the same, when his state of mind grew, the spiritual power of the river region that he could control also increased. If there were river gods in every section of the entire Jing River, Chen Jing would naturally not be able to do it, but now the river gods in the entire river were all killed in the battle when the Jiaolong King Xinglang flooded Kunlun, so the spiritual power of the river region is already an ownerless thing, and as long as the state of mind arrives, it can be integrated into his own use.

Chen Jing suddenly remembered what the old swordsman had said, the human body is between heaven and earth, some people can only use their own small power in their lives, and some people can use their own strength outside themselves through cultivation. Whether it is the cultivation world or the mortal world, if you regard the power of heaven and earth as your own power, then the power of heaven and earth is at your fingertips.

At that time, he couldn't understand it, but today he suddenly remembered it, only to find that almost every sentence of what Lao Jian said was the truth of heaven and earth, and every time he thought of a sentence, he had a feeling of enlightenment and wisdom. But when Chen Jing tried to think about what else he had said in the years he had followed the old swordsman, he couldn't remember it at all, and could only think of what he remembered in a flash of inspiration. Nothing else that he remembered had no concept at all, as if for so many years, he had just mechanically followed the old swordsman behind him without saying a word. His intuition told him that something was wrong, or that the old swordsman was an idle person, otherwise, how could he have said those words. Moreover, whenever he has enlightenment, there will be a voice in his mind that is not light, not hurried, and what he says is the summary of his enlightenment, Chen Jing can immediately remember what the old swordsman said, and he can also remember where and under what circumstances he said.

Everything seemed to be calmed down, Chen Jing nourished the statue with the spiritual power of Jinghe, absorbing the essence of the sun, moon and stars, hoping that the physical body could transform as soon as possible. For him, as a god, it is not as troublesome as a cultivator to turn into a god in the flesh, and he already has a sword spirit in his sword by chance, so that he can integrate his mind into the sword spirit and walk in the world. But the inability of the physical body to move is a fatal flaw for anyone, and the physical body is here, even if he can walk the world with his mind into the sword spirit, he will not dare to leave. Because once you leave, the physical body is in danger here. Moreover, the sword is like a rootless sword outside, and once the body is destroyed, it means death. Although his soul is protected by the aura of the river region and will not die for a while, there are many things like soul flags in heaven and earth at this time, which can make life worse than death.

The moonless night sky, the stars are full of stars, bright or dark, like eternal life, and like insects that can only survive for one night, night and night, night and night are different.

The river temple has been rebuilt, Chen Jing stood in front of the river temple and looked upstream, as if he saw the source of the river basin, as if he saw Kunlun Mountain, saw the golden pagoda in Kunlun Mountain, and saw a cold Mo Dao person standing on the top of the magnificent Taoist temple.

"Heaven and earth are dirty, but I am bent on seeking innocence, how difficult it is, perhaps, in the eyes of others, I have already been filthy." Chen Jing stood in front of the River Temple and looked at the starlight in the sky, thinking with ups and downs: "What can I do, either die a painful death in the filth, and have a stigma to chew in the mouths of others after death, or survive with all my might, and finally erect a green monument for myself." ”

The world suddenly calmed down, and the silence was a little terrifying, like the moment the sky was about to fall, and hundreds of millions of living beings looked up at the sky.

A few months after the Battle of Jinghe, bursts of thunder began to be heard between heaven and earth. Suddenly east and west, south and north. Chen Jing can sense the abnormality of the aura between heaven and earth in the Jinghe embroidery spring bend. He also knew that this burst of thunder was a demon transformation catastrophe. At the beginning, one or two surprised Chen Jing, but slowly he got used to it, because the sound of thunder was like the sound of firecrackers during the New Year in the world, one after another, but it was not a night, but a year, and it has been extended.

The death knell sounded in the Obsidian Duchen Temple, and the bells echoed in the night. It was a little monk with clear eyebrows who struck the bell, and when he returned to the Buddha hall after striking thirteen times, Mu Zhen was standing there, he looked up at his senior brother with his eyes closed, and his heart was full of worry.

"Mukong, senior brother is leaving." Mu Zhen's closed eyes looked at the dark night, and his voice was as cool as this night.

The little monk was in a hurry and said, "Senior brother, Master has just passed away, where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to Lingshan." Mu Zhen stood quietly and said quietly.

"Do you want to go there and preach? But the master has just passed away, you are the head abbot, and you should inform the world of the news of the master's death. There will also be a succession ceremony...... Also ......"

"I will pass on the title to you." Mu Zhen interrupted the little monk's anxious words, and the little monk was shocked, and hurriedly said: "Senior brother, how can this be, my mana is low, and the Buddha is not clear, how can I be the head, this will make the world laugh at our Duchen Temple." ”

The nine-point ring scar on the little monk's head was extremely clear under the light of the Duchen Temple, and his smooth little head was raised up. Ever since Mu Zhen came back, he had been worried about his taciturn senior brother. By now, the worry has finally sublimated.

"Master often warns us that the worldly eye is a great weapon to erase the Buddha nature, and you are smarter than your senior brother, so you should remember it." After Mu Zhen finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Mu Kong with his closed eyes. The little monk Mukong couldn't help but scratch his smooth and hairless head with his hand, frowned and said, "But, but, but what are you doing in Lingshan, senior brother?" ”

"I have demonic thoughts in my heart, and I must resolve them with the help of Lingshan Mahayana Buddhism." Mu Zhen said as he looked at the dark night sky again.

The little monk Mukong replied quickly without thinking about it this time: "Master said that all love and hate in the world start from the heart, the heart is not quiet, and the holy land is also a demon cave. Senior brother, there is a Buddha in my heart, and there are spiritual mountains everywhere, so you don't have to go. ”

Mu Zhen stepped out of the Duchen Temple after hearing this, and said at the same time: "I know this, but my heart can't be calm, and I must use external forces to do it." From today on, you are the twenty-ninth generation head of Duchen Temple. ”

As he spoke, he walked outside, followed closely by Muku, and at the same time grabbed Mujin's robe with his hand, and Mujin stood like a knife, cutting off his sleeve robe and walking straight towards the darkness.

A few blue lantern-like stars hung in the dark curtain night sky, illuminating a dust-crossing temple on a lonely cliff between heaven and earth.

"Senior brother, you can't go, you can't go......" Mu Kong pulled Mu Zhen's sleeve and shouted anxiously: "Master said that the way of cultivation lies in overcoming, and only those with great perseverance and perseverance can realize the Great Dao...... Senior Brother ......"

Mu Kong shouted loudly into the dark sky, leaving only a gray sleeve in his hand. Mu Kong chased a few steps, looked at Senior Brother Mu Zhen who disappeared into the night, and cried loudly, and in the midst of the crying, he heard what he said to the night: "Senior Brother...... Master said, Lingshan, big cage! If you go, you will be lost, if you are confused, if you are illusory, if you are obscured, if you are obscured, if you are obscure, if you are a demon, you will be trapped by yourself. Don't go! Don't go......"

In the darkness of the night, only the whistling wind answered him, and the night birds under the cliff seemed to be startled by his words, and rushed into the night sky, letting out a strange cry of fright.