It was night, the moonlight was shining, shining in front of Luo Buyi's desk through the open window, accompanied by the dim oil lamp, Luo Buyi spread out the dark color scriptures, closed his eyes and concentrated, and recalled the contents of the Diamond Sutra.

The Diamond Sutra, also known as the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra, is the Buddhist classics of Qingzhou from the ancestral court of Buddhism in the Western Regions of Buddhism, and the master of Qingzhou Buddhism has translated multiple versions, and the master of Luo Buyi taught him this version has thirty-two chapters of text, a total of 5,13 crosses, the King Kong is really Prajna, destroying all the drama and arrogance and not being moved, the master asked him to copy this scripture, not really according to the scriptures to copy, but silently written out of thin air, this is also to help him practice the state of mind, the experience in the rainy city is good, bad, should uphold the heart.

The master's intentions, Luo Buyi understood in his heart, the scriptures in his mind a few times, self-confessed, picked up a small pen dipped in gold paint, the pen was round, relaxed. This scripture is copied in the best italics, mainly square, and the dots are vigorous, rigorous and neat. Write this kind of italics, Luo is not easy to choose the pen is also good, and the brush has both the softness of the sheep's hair, and the toughness of the wolf's hair, common such as the sheep and the wolf, the sheep purple and the milli, in the ratio of five or three seven combined with two or more milli. The one in his hand was made by the second master from the hairs of the goats and wolves in the forest.

Write a few sentences, dip a few times in the gold paint, be careful, for fear of sprinkling the gold paint, not to mention staining the scriptures, this gold paint is the treasure of the second master, it is said that it is used a little less, if it is not for the rare copying of the scriptures since he grew up this time, the second master will not give him the gold paint to waste, even this dark blank scripture is provided by the second master.

In fact, as far as the use of ink is concerned, Taoism often uses cinnabar to write talismans, and ordinary ink ingots can be used to copy classics, and the same is true for Buddhism, only particularly precious talisman scriptures will use gold paint, after all, gold paint is not easy to come by, of course, it is indeed too strong in terms of effect power.

The fat Taoist priest asked Luo Buyi to copy the Diamond Sutra with gold paint, and he also had the idea of a strange commodity to live in, you must know that Luo Buyi is getting older and older, and the opportunity to make mistakes will become less and less, and now the three copies of the Diamond Sutra that Luo Buyi copied will be out of print by then!

Luo Buyi would have rolled his eyes if he knew the fat Taoist priest's thoughts, he was not a great writer in the world, even if it was a Buddhist classic written in gold lacquer, what would it be worth.

In the middle of the moon, Luo Buyi wrote less than two copies, took the pen and held the wick, looking at the crescent moon outside the window, the first two days were still as thin as a silver hook, and the outline of the half-moon was faintly visible today.

sighed, concentrated on the pen, in the Buddhist hall across the door, the old monk and the fat Taoist priest had already settled.

At this time, the Qingzhou Prefecture was full of snow that should not have snowed, but the residents of the state capital city were not affected by the disaster. The old blind man and Zhang Xiaolu hid in a dead end, in the alley was beaten by Zhang Xiaolu with broken wooden planks and broken wooden sticks to a leaky room, the two were wearing cotton jackets and cotton pants received from the state government army and a slightly thin futon, leaning against each other, shivering and falling asleep, but Zhang Xiaolu, who was accidentally awakened by the cold wind through the cracks in the wooden planks, vaguely heard the old blind man muttering: "What a lot of snow... It's almost ... It's almost there..."

In the Qinghua Palace in the inner city, which is several miles away from this alley, Hua Ning stood in front of the window and looked at the moon in the sky that had just appeared due to the snow stopping, just looking at it, the moon gradually became Luo Buyi's nosebleed, Hua Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud, reached out and stroked the white short sword that had been suspended in front of her, and secretly said that she was able to communicate with the divine soldier so quickly, and she could make the divine soldier restrain her breath in a short time, which surprised her sister, she really wanted to tell him, so that he could praise her. Thinking like this, Hua Ning couldn't help but be stunned, under the moonlight, her beautiful face was reflected on the body of the short sword like autumn water, like a fairy in the Moon Palace, floating into the world.

This is exactly the end of the world this month, a kind of lovesickness and two sorrows.

Early in the morning, Luo Buyi woke up from his sleep, his expression was not tired at all, and he stretched his waist and planned to go out for morning class. It was early in the morning when he finished copying the Diamond Sutra last night, so he had to lie on the table and take a nap, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

By the pond, the old monk was holding a rosary to do the morning class, the black knife was inserted in the grass behind him, and the fat Taoist priest lit a fire on the side, the fire put up three thighs, look at the head, it should be a wild boar leg Undoubtedly, the fat Taoist priest held a pu fan in his hand and fanned it excitedly, and the smoke mixed with the aroma of gradually roasted meat drifted to the old monk, and the fat Taoist priest saw this situation and fanned more vigorously.

Luo Buyi couldn't help but shake his head, and said to the fat Taoist: "Second master, the master is doing morning class, don't fix him!"

"Haha, it's not easy for you to be patient for a while, this wild boar leg is almost cooked. "The fat Taoist priest obviously won't admit that he is rectifying himself.

Luo Buyi was helpless, sitting cross-legged beside the old monk, holding a lotus seal in his hand, and silently reciting the Great Compassion Mantra.

The morning class of Buddhism usually recites the Lengyan mantra, the great compassion mantra, the multi-heart sutra and the ten small mantras, and the evening class is mostly the Amitabha Sutra, the great confession of the Buddha, and the Mengshan almsgiving. In fact, the purpose of morning and evening classes is also to let believers understand the teachings and deepen the Buddha's meaning.

Taoism naturally has morning and evening classes, after all, it is one of the two major religions in Qingzhou, but the fat Taoist priest said that he cultivated, not to cultivate a bull's nose, some rules and precepts can be kept, and some guards are a bunch of trouble.

"It's baked! It's not easy to come and eat roast pork legs!" the fat Taoist priest was full of energy at any time.

It just so happened that Luo Buyi finished reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, and when he heard the greeting of the fat Taoist, he happily ran to the fire and took the pork leg handed over by the fat Taoist.

Fortunately, the old monk just let Luo Buyi develop a good habit of getting up early and practicing, otherwise how could the real Buddhist morning class be so child's play?

The second master's barbecue skills are still so good, he was cooked by the master for a while before he went to Qingyu City, and he was almost tired of eating the baked potatoes.

Speaking of which, his two masters are really good to him, he hasn't made a meal since he was a child, and even the clothes on his body are washed by the two masters in turn. At that time, the master didn't say anything, just touched his head and said that it was the two of them who owed him.

What will the two masters owe me? Luo couldn't figure it out, but the masters were kind to him, and he would treat the master well in the future.

The wild boar leg is so fragrant to eat, and she will definitely like it when she learns to roast it for Hua Ning to eat in the future. Thinking of this, Luo Buyi laughed twice in his heart.

The old monk walked over, he had done two lessons, his long white beard was faintly golden reflected by the rising sun, and he looked like a holy monk in the world.

I saw that the holy monk learned from the fat Taoist priest to sit on the grass, took off the last roast pork leg, and gently slashed on the pork leg with two fingers and a sword, and a pork of uniform size was cut off, and the barbecue meat was picked up between the two fingers and sent to the mouth to chew gently, not caring at all, Luo Bu was surprised that the meat in his mouth fell to the ground.

What's the situation? Doesn't the master don't eat meat? And what's the matter with such an indecent sitting posture?

Hurriedly swallowed the meat in his mouth and asked, "Master, how do you eat meat?!"

"As a teacher, I never said that I don't eat meat as a teacher. "The old monk is breezy and light.

"No, isn't it true that monks can't eat meat?" The question blocked Luo Buyi's heart, and he couldn't even eat the roast pork leg.

"Buddhism does not prohibit meat, and some secular Buddhism forbids it in order to cut off desires, and the cultivation of teachers will not be able to control their appetites. Besides, this pork leg is not roasted for the teacher, and there is no sin for the teacher. The old monk said calmly.

"But......" Master's words sounded a little reasonable, and Luo Buyi felt that something was wrong but didn't know how to speak.

The fat Taoist priest, who had been focusing on gnawing meat, wiped his greasy mouth and said, "You monk finally no longer pretend to be a monk?" Also, it was you who let me cook and eat my roast pig in the past two days, don't talk about those high-sounding truths, you can eat if you want, after all, Xiao Yi is about to go out again. ”

Luo Bu didn't care to ask why the old monk suddenly lost his temperament, but looked at the old monk suspiciously.

After eating a few bites of meat in a hurry, the old monk said slowly: "There is an old friend in the depths of the 100,000 mountains who has something to ask you for help, and you can listen to her when you get there." ”

"I know. "It's nothing, the black knife is very fast now, and it won't be long before it comes back.

"When you go out this time, you can't fly with a sword, you must know that your cultivation can't resist the knife, I have already told it that I will not take you to fly anymore, until you cultivate enough. The old monk said.

Luo Buyi pouted and nodded, secretly saying that this trip might not be too smooth.

"Don't worry too much, you just take this trip as a practice, and really hone your skills. This time, Master and I will be fully prepared for you, and we will not put you in danger. The fat Taoist priest comforted.

Answered, and continued to bury his head in gnawing on the pig's leg, fifteen-year-old Luo Buyi seemed to be preoccupied.

The old monk and the fat Taoist priest glanced at each other, but did not say anything more to persuade each other.

The three of them had a breakfast that they had their own thoughts, and Luo Buyi sat on the edge of the pond, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and beating the water from time to time, obviously he was not in a calm mood at this time, unlike going to Sunny Rain City two days ago, he was uneasy and excited, but rarely showed his emotions, and most of the time he was sedated.

Thinking that he was going to the depths of the 100,000 mountains step by step, the mysterious 100,000 mountains that were dangerous forbidden areas for anyone on the land of the five states, Luo Buyi was indeed afraid, after all, he could no longer fly with the sword, the most important thing was that he was just a minor cultivator who had not entered the grade, if he accidentally encountered any powerful demons, he would have to work hard to stimulate the power of the black knife to help him deal with the lower Xuan-level cultivators, otherwise with a few small charms he learned, it would not be of great use.

Hey, it would be nice if my cultivation could be higher, so that I wouldn't be so timid, and I could go to Hua Ning earlier.

"It's not easy, take the knife!" the old monk's voice sounded behind him.

Luo Buyi turned around and saw the black knife spinning and flying towards him, and immediately reached out and grabbed the hilt.

"Master, what is this?" After Luo Buyi took the knife, he found that there was a faint cloud pattern on one side of the knife, and there should be several Sanskrit characters on the other side, but these were hidden in the blade, and he couldn't identify them clearly.

"This is the secret blessing and the nine-character mantra engraved by me and the thief in Taoist cloud urn and Buddhist Sanskrit, which is extremely powerful and can save you when necessary. The fat Taoist priest stuck his waist and said with a big belly.

Liujia Secret Zhu Luo is not easy to know, it is the Taoist secret technique "those who fight in the face of the army are arrayed forward", but he has never seen the writing of the cloud pattern; the nine-character mantra of Buddhism is actually also "the soldiers are all arrayed forward", which is the secret method of Buddhism Tantra that is not passed on. The same thing is that these two secret techniques are the supreme fighting methods of the two sects, and now they are engraved on the black knife by the two masters as a magic array, just to increase his chances of surviving in the 100,000 mountains.

The old monk handed over the vermilion paper umbrella and a package, and said, "This time you will go to the depths of the 100,000 mountains, which can be regarded as an experience. In the package are some notes and cultivation experiences from the early years of the journey between the master and your second master, in addition to some spell secrets, you can watch as you walk along the way, and how much you can learn depends on yourself. ”

Luo Buyi put the black knife seal on his back, took the package and the umbrella and didn't know what to say, this is about to go?

"Idiot! How can the tiger cub deter all beasts if he doesn't experience fighting, how can he waste his time in such a year? How can you be such a good man?" the fat Taoist priest stared at him and scolded sharply.

This is the first time that Luo Buyi has seen the second master angry with him, and it was a little difficult to accept it for a while, but the master stood aside with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered, but he didn't help.

"Master, second master, it's not easy to say goodbye to unfilial disciples!" Luo Buyi knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times, carried the package handed to him by the old monk on his back, held the red umbrella, got up and ran towards the depths of the dense forest in the east without looking back.

"Hey, why are you doing this? The old monk watched the figure of Luo Buyi leaving gradually disappear, and said to the fat Taoist priest who didn't know when he had burst into tears.

"You, you said we, let's let Xiao Buyi take it with him, isn't it? What kind of cultivation are you doing! There are so many demons, monsters, monsters, beasts and strange spirits in the 100,000 mountains, and he is just a little doll who is not up to the grade!" The fat Taoist priest choked and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, as if the person who reprimanded Luo Buyi just now was not him.

"This is his life, it is your life, it is the life of the cultivators in the world, and it is also the life of this world!" the old monk said calmly, but his knuckles turned white with his hand holding the beads.

When the fat Taoist priest heard this, he seemed to lose his strength and slowly fell to the ground: "How many years have you been dying?"

The old monk was silent, if he could, why didn't he want Luo Buyi to live this life peacefully, with the two of them here, it was enough to protect Luo Buyi for the rest of his life.

"I'm going to find them, and I don't want to be powerless when the deadline comes. The fat Taoist priest stood up, patted the grass clippings off his buttocks, and walked back to the ruined temple.

I don't want to be powerless, right? The old monk closed his eyes, and the rosary moved faster.