Seeing that Jueming had gone away, Guo Mo came back to his senses and walked into the Scripture Pavilion as in the past.

At the entrance on the first floor, there is also a gray-robed monk, who is responsible for the registration of daily scripture book borrowing.

Guo Mo came for several days in a row, and the gray-clothed monk was familiar with him, even without the guidance of Jueming, Guo Mo successfully entered the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Guo Mo, as usual, walked back and forth twice, passing by a corner, and looked at a few scriptures placed there.

Guo Mo picked them up one by one and looked at them, and finally had two books left in his hand, as if he had been entangled for a long time, and put down one of them, and he looked reluctant.

"It's a pity, I can't copy so many in one day, so it's better to borrow this book tomorrow." Guo Mo muttered to himself.

It took almost as long as the previous time to select the scriptures.

Come to the door of the Scripture Pavilion and ask the gray-clothed monk to register.

The monk took it, glanced at the name of the scripture, handed it back to Guo Mo, and wrote down three words on the registration book, "Ranga Sutra".

Guo Mo didn't stay, and returned to his residence the same way.

Still under the eaves of the corridor, on the stone table where the scriptures were copied in the past, Guo Mo took out the prepared paper and pen.

This "Ranga Sutra" is different from the past, this is a relatively thick scripture, a total of four volumes and written in Sanskrit, with more than 60,000 words.

Time was limited, Guo Mo did not dare to slack off, and began to copy the scriptures.

His eyes were fixed on the scriptures, and his hands were quick to write, and he was used to this rhythm these days.

"Sure enough, in the cracks of this 'Ranga Sutra', there are dense small characters written in it." Guo Mo said in his heart.

On the surface, as always, his eyes are fixed on the scriptures, and his pen is not stopped.

What outsiders don't know is that Guo Mo at this time has already used the method of "one heart and two uses", silently reciting the small words in the gap in his heart.

"He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills; He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river. ”

"The virtual and the real must be clearly distinguished, there is a virtual reality in one place, and there is always this virtual reality everywhere. The qi must be agitated, the spirit should be introverted, there are no defects, no concave and convex places, and no discontinuity. ”

"He does not move, he does not move, he moves slightly, he has moved. The strength seems to be wide rather than loose, and the exhibition will not be exhibited, and the strength will continue. ”

......

"Huhu Jiuyang, hug a Hanyuan, this book can be called 'Jiuyang Zhenjing'".

is as strong as Guo Mo's current mental strength, plus having lunch, and going to the toilet three times in the middle to seize the time to rest and adjust.

It wasn't until the sun set that Jueming brought dinner that Guo Mo's "Jiuyang True Scripture" was memorized.

However, there are still thousands of words in the "Ranga Sutra", which have not yet been copied.

"Amitabha, Master Guo Shi is really diligent, and he actually copied the 'Ranga Sutra'."

"This scripture is said to have been written by Patriarch Bodhidharma himself, and it was written in Sanskrit, but the little monk has never read it."

Guo Mo also stopped writing, "Master Jueming is here, Sanskrit is indeed obscure, and Xiaosheng only knows one or two." ”

"Fortunately, it's just a transcription, and if you study it, I'm afraid it will be much more difficult." Guo Mo laughed at himself.

"Master Guo is not in a hurry, come, let's eat first."

"After the meal, the little monk lit a few more candles for the donor, and asked the donor to finish copying it tonight, so as not to delay the return of the scriptures tomorrow."

It's been five or six days, Guo Mo and Jueming are also acquaintances, Huang Rong is not there, Guo Mo simply invited Jueming to have dinner together.

Jue Ming really believed in people, and after dinner, he ordered someone to light four large waxes in the hall where Guo Mo lived, and it was like daylight.

"Guo Shizhu invited, the little monk went to do the evening class first, and after an hour, he came to take away the scriptures copied by the donor."

Guo Mo copied the follow-up "Lenga Sutra" without distraction, and before the second watch arrived, Guo Mo finally finished copying.

Before Jueming arrived, Guo Mo picked up the "Ranga Sutra" again, pretending to recite it, but in fact, he read the small characters in the gap from beginning to end.

What is written in the same heart, verified one by one, is completely correct, and then it is stopped.

At this time, Jueming happened to come over, "Amitabha, has Master Guo finished copying it?" ”

"Little Master Jueming, it's just right. Xiaosheng has just finished copying, bothering the little master, take the scriptures away. ”

"I'm really tired today, so let's remove these candles together, and Xiaosheng should rest early. I will go to borrow the scriptures early tomorrow morning, so that I can complete the entrustment of my mother as soon as possible. ”

Jueming took the "Lenga Sutra", copied the thick scripture with Guo Mo, and nodded.

"Then the little monk won't disturb the donor's rest," waved another little monk, and the two of them packed up the candles in the house, closed the door, and went out.

Guo Mo was the only one left in the house, and at this time, he was very excited in his heart - the "Jiuyang True Scripture" was in hand - and there was still nothing to do on the surface.

Walk into the bedroom, turn off the lights and go to bed.

Guo Mo was in his mind, living the content of the "Jiuyang True Scripture" over and over again.

It is worthy of being the pinnacle of divine skills, before he has cultivated, Guo Mo feels that it is extraordinary.

Guo Mo is a person who has cultivated the "Whole True Heart Method", and he has also seen the "Seven Styles of the Great Desert" created by the master master "Flying Bat" Ke Zhenxi.

Compared with the "Jiuyang True Scripture" obtained today, the difference cannot be calculated.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day it was dawn.

It was still Jueming who brought breakfast, or it was for two people, and the two of them finished it together, and then went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Guo Mo was very quick today, and found the last scripture book he put down yesterday, "Yesterday's fate has not arrived, and it is time to borrow you today." "Muttered to himself.

Day 7......

Day 8......

Day 9......

The sun turned to the west again, and Guo Mo closed the "Great Light Sutra" in his hand.

The sound of "Amitabha" Jueming singing the Buddha's horn sounded in his ears.

"Master Guo, nine days have passed, and the donor has also copied nine Buddhist scriptures for me in front of the Buddha, and the merit is immeasurable."

Guo Mo also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "These days, there are many disturbances to your temple, especially the little master Jueming." He clasped his hands together and bowed to Jue Ming.

"Written by Xiaosheng, this last 'Great Light Sutra' scripture is also invited to the little master Jueming."

After speaking, Guo Mo reached into his arms, took out two ingots of gold weighing ten taels, and put them in front of Jueming.

"This is a little bit of Xiaosheng's heart, and I also ask the little master Jueming to store it on his behalf."

Seeing that Guo Mo was leaving, Jue Ming said: "Amitabha, there is a labor donor who has broken the bank, the donor may wish to stay for another night, and it will not be too late to go down the mountain tomorrow." ”

"'Guest go host Ann', the time to come is here, and the time to go is to go."

"Besides, it's still early at this time, and my scholars in Dengfeng City should be in a hurry." Guo Mo clasped his hands together again.

"This monk's robe, Xiaosheng took it away, and it can be regarded as a souvenir for this trip."

With that, Guo Mo stepped forward and walked away.

Jue Ming stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Guo Mo's distant back, "This person is very human." ”

What Jue Ming didn't know was that his master, the one who had appeared on the first day, the first Wufu Zen master in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, was also standing somewhere in the Shaolin Temple, looking at Guo Mo's departing figure, unable to let go for a long time.

"This son, Shaolin and his party, what is going on?"

"The old man has been secretly observing for ten days, but he has found nothing....."