Who would have thought that His Royal Highness, the prince of our dignified Ye Wangfu, the young master of the Southern Clan, would be angry with a dead thing to such an extent.

Ling Tiansu took out a jade shell from the space ring and snorted.

This is the treasure of the old man of the fox tree, named Vientiane Bei, which has the strange function of saving images and recording sounds.

He straightened the Vientiane Bei and recorded all the sounds of the scene of his recitation of the Haotian Heart Sutra in front of the Vientiane Bei.

He closed the parchment scroll and trotted over to pick up the Vientiane.

As soon as you twist the shell, a projection is refracted outward from the two sides of the shell.

Among them is the scene where he recites the Haotian Heart Sutra.

Ling Tiansu smiled smugly and watched the projection.

Looking... Looking... The smug smile on his face froze.

When he recited the first word of the Haotian Heart Sutra, the sound of the first word seemed to be ravaged countless times by the surging of countless boulders and gravel.

The original normal pronunciation was directly distorted, and it was impossible to hear what he was reading.

What the hell!

The corners of Ling Tiansu's mouth twitched.

OK... Fortunately, he didn't expect this kind of ending.

Fortunately, he knows lip language, and he can record the content of the Haotian Heart Sutra through the video.

However, the cruel reality pressed Ling Tiansu's head to the ground and rubbed it fiercely.

He saw that his undulating lips were covered with a mist.

That fog looks like this now, but it really looks a little like the Haotian Hongmeng mentioned in the mouth.

But that's not what he wants! What he wants is that Haotian Hongmeng in his stomach.

"Hehehe......" Ling Tiansu laughed in despair.

He rubbed his hair vigorously, his meticulously groomed hair messy.

Take another deep breath!

Calm down, don't despair!

He decided not to rush to memorize the contents of the scroll anymore and fell into deep thought.

A pair of sweaty hands rubbed the ancient sheepskin scroll repeatedly.

Ling Tiansu thought in his heart, since this Haotian Heart Sutra was a self-created exercise created by the Emperor of the Underworld when he was young, it must have been quite ancient at that time.

In this case, if you want to practice this exercise, do you have to drip blood like some spiritual treasure to recognize the Lord, and wait for its approval before you can practice?

Although this idea will be a bit bloody, Ling Tiansu is unwilling to give up any possibility.

Do it when you think of it!

Ling Tiansu bit his finger and lowered the blood from his fingertips on the sheepskin scroll.

Loud ......

There was no movement......

Ling Tiansu comforted himself and said, "Don't worry... No hurry... It thinks I'm too stingy and stingy with blood. ”

Then Ling Tiansu resolutely spread the sheepskin scroll on the ground and bit all ten fingers!

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, even Ling Tiansu can't help but grin a little in pain.

Fortunately, with his perseverance and unremitting efforts, he finally ......

Painted an entire sheepskin scroll red......

However, he looked at the words on the scroll, and still couldn't remember a word.

"Fuck it!" Ling Tiansu said in a rare foul mouth.

"Cultivation is cultivation, the exercises are all for you, what are you doing scolding the old lady of the Emperor of the Underworld?"

With a wicked smile on his face, he nibbled on a big red apple in his paws, and ran out again.

Looking at the smile on his face, Ling Tiansu knew that he had guessed that his cultivation was not smooth, and came out to laugh at him.

"Ahhhh!!h

Ling Tiansu said angrily: "What kind of ghost heart sutra, just a short paragraph, I can't remember a word." ”

Take a big bite, and a whole apple is stuffed directly into the mouth and chewed.

He said vaguely: "This is a heaven-level exercise, so easy to comprehend, it won't be so rare." ”

Ling Tiansu frowned and said, "But I can't even remember the content of the Haotian Heart Sutra, how to cultivate." ”

Su Yi stretched out a claw and shook it, and said, "Remember, it is also a part of cultivation, if you have memorized the content of the Heart Sutra, you will also be regarded as entering the threshold of this Haotian Heart Sutra." ”

Ling Tiansu was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to understand something.

Su Yi was furious and scolded: "Fool, where is your usual intelligence, do you remember the blind scholar you met under the bridge that day?"

"Blind scholar?"

Ling Tiansu frowned and said, "You mean Ye Yin?"

Su nodded and said, "Yes, it's him!"

"What is he doing at this time?"

Su Yi's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "He is obviously a blind person, but he can see scenes that ordinary people can't see, and can render you enter the scene of the other heaven and earth. ”

Ling Tiansu was stunned: "You mean the heart eye?"

Su nodded and said: "It can also be called the eye of heaven, the eye of heaven has supernatural powers, and the mind does not look at things, you now open the Haotian Heart Sutra, and read it carefully, do you think you are reading the content of the words or what?"

Ling Tiansu looked at the Haotian Heart Sutra on the ground that was stained red by his own blood as if he didn't understand, and muttered in a low voice: "Heaven and earth are just opened, and they are not born or destroyed! The emperor is the sky, and the sky is the emperor......

He read and recited, not deliberately memorizing the contents of the scroll, but only according to his own mind, silently reciting as he pleased.

Gradually......

He discovered that the words on the scrolls were no longer just words.

They broke free from the scrolls and reverberated in dispersion.

Ling Tiansu stopped meditating and felt with all his heart, and the words seemed to have become an ethereal and uncertain clear moon, with white clouds and flowing water, formless and phaseless, without beginning and end.

He fixed his mind, looked back at Su Yi, and said with a blank look in his eyes: "I seem to have remembered something, but I don't seem to remember anything." ”

Su Yi's face was as usual: "It should be so, the Haotian Heart Sutra is naturally not so easy to understand, calm down and feel it well." ”

Ling Tiansu nodded, closing his eyes and pondering.

He glanced at him, hesitated for a while, and said: "The breeze and the moon are all Buddha nature, and the white clouds and flowing water are Zen ......."

After saying that, Xu felt that he had ordered enough today, so he jumped back into the bell again.

The eyes that had just closed twitched slightly, but they didn't open their eyes, and they repeatedly recalled Su Yi's words in his heart.

The breeze and the moon are all Buddha nature, and the white clouds and flowing water are Zen minds......

These are illusory and ethereal things, he was born with a pair of bright eyes, seeing all the things, three rivers and six banks, and years away.

He had long been accustomed to these eyes, and he depended on them.

The naked eye sees all things, but they cannot see through the falsehood.

Illusion is false, reality is real......

But why...... The words embroidered with gold thread on the scroll were real, but he could not see them.

The strange sight that appeared in the suspension of the scroll text was a fantasy, but why did he faintly seem to capture something?

Ling Tiansu seemed to have an epiphany......

The breeze and the moon are clear, and the white clouds and flowing water are not real, but they do exist.

Although it is not real to the naked eye, in a person's heart, it is clear what form the wind is, what color the moonlight is, and what kind of trajectory the white clouds and flowing water are running.

Is illusion false?

Not necessarily!

Perception of illusion, detachment from illusion is perception.

Ling Tiansu slowly opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, his blue pupils suddenly faded and returned to the color of ordinary people's eyes.

Although the color of the eyes is ordinary, there is a faint streamer in the eyes.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I figured it out." ”

"So fast?" said Suichi's stunned voice from inside the bell.

Obviously, although he sneaked into the nine-fold phantom bell, he pretended not to care.

In fact, he was still very worried about Ling Tiansu's condition, so his divine sense had been surveying the external environment.

After all, practicing the Haotian Heart Sutra is still quite dangerous.

Ling Tiansu nodded, and said lightly: "All sentient beings are born and died in vain in life! ”

He looked down at the blood-stained scroll, and his expression gradually calmed down and became indifferent: "Blood is vain, the scroll is vain, the Heart Sutra is vain, all appearances are vain!"

Su Yi was shocked, he passed on the Heart Sutra, not the Faxiang.

The entire Heart Sutra has been made into a vain for him, so how can he cultivate?

This silly boy, I made you happy, why did you open up.

I was about to make a loud reminder.

Lingtian Su Langlang said with a smile: "One thought knows illusion, one thought is detached, the ultimate illusion is true, why be so persistent." ”

As he blurted out these words, the sheepskin scroll that lay flat on the ground hung in the air.

The bright red on the scroll was like a bird returning to its nest, and all of it retreated into the shimmering gold-embroidered text.

The text detached from the scroll, and golden fonts floated in the void.

Ling Tiansu stared at it for a moment, then smiled lightly, and then closed his eyes.

From the center of his eyebrows, a touch of fine dust gold sand ignited.