On Tiantai Mountain, there is no distinction between the rising sun and the sky, and as soon as the sky breaks, the burning sensation will follow, and Tiantai Mountain will turn into a mountain of flames in myths and stories, and you can even see the heat rising from the surface of the barren rock.

Zong Yang was still wrapped in a black jacket, which had become a habit, and he had never experienced the concept of scorching heat in his life, unless he put his hands in the fire to roast. However, the high temperature of Tiantai Mountain still had a slight effect, at least it made him open his black jacket.

Sitting on the threshold of the small hall, Zong Yang looked at the Qingqiu strategy that Lao Dao obtained, and the content recorded was as large as the founding history of Qingqiu, and as small as the personal habits of a certain elder teacher. One of the pages mentions that every year on the auspicious day of the zodiac, October 10, Qingqiu will open the mountain gate to recruit a new generation of disciples.

"October 10, it's still early." Zong Yang had already made up his mind to first practice the Prajna Sun Sutra on this Tiantai Mountain.

"Which gate are you going to?" Mu Tian's voice sounded behind Zong Yang, this guy was elusive, and he didn't make any sound when he landed.

Zong Yang didn't know that October 10 was the auspicious day of the zodiac for the Daomen of the world to recruit disciples, so he was a little unbelievable about Mu Tian's words, but this only stirred up a little ripple in his calm heart, and there was no need to be suspicious, he just replied: "Qingqiu." ”

"I haven't heard of it." Mu Tian poked his head out and squinted at Yanyang, and walked straight down the stairs, the peach blossom coat on his body moved with the wind, if he stood quietly, he did look like a dashing swordsman.

"It's too hot, I'm going to take a bath."

Zong Yang's thoughts were completely led away by Mu Tian's words, there will be water on this barren stone and dry mountain?

Passing through the courtyard, there is an open flat land outside, and outside, there is a hilltop cliff with a view of the mountains.

On the edge of the cliff, under a huge rock like an eagle's beak, there is a quaint old well, and there is a stone table and two stone benches by the well. Whether it is the wellhead or the stone table and stone bench, it is one with the ground rock. In addition, there is an old willow tree that has just budded here, there are peach blossoms hanging on the branches, thin shirts and underwear, the closest to the edge, is a small pool, Mu Tianzheng is leaning naked on the side of the small pond and pretending to sleep, his head is pillowing his hands, leisurely, the wine gourd floats on the surface of the pool, and he pours a mouthful when he is thirsty.

Zong Yang walked over with a small jar, this thing was found in the dilapidated house of the courtyard, he came from the water source, but when he saw this fairyland-like comfortable place in front of his eyes, for a moment he really wondered if he was on the Tiantai Mountain.

"If you want to take a bath, you will be behind me, and it is not appropriate for two big men to soak together." Mu Tian turned his face sideways and said. That look, that face, if ten years younger, is enough to fascinate thousands of women.

"I'm just washing a jar." Zong Yang walked straight to the wellhead, but found that water vapor was constantly coming out of it, originally thought it was evaporating heat, but when a stream of water vapor hit his face, it was obviously cold and cold.

"This well water?" Zong Yang asked Xiang Mutian.

Mu Tian still fell asleep leisurely, and explained in his mouth: "All yin and yang in the world are compatible, the scorching heat of Tiantai Mountain belongs to yang, and there is another cold water source here, which is yin, this is the handiwork of heaven and earth, you don't have to dig deeper." ”

Zong Yang's eyes were focused, not because of Mu Tian's remarks, nor because of the magic of the well water, but because he saw a funny scene.

On Mu Tian's chest, on the right is a rough four-legged turtle, and on the left is a sentence with neat handwriting: "If you don't have a night, you won't marry."

Perhaps sensing Zong Yang's gaze, Mu Tian turned his face sideways again, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes and sword eyebrows were smiling, and he teased: "Isn't my tattoo very stylish?" ”

"Yes, pull the wind." Zong Yang smiled slightly and replied.

"Do you know what this turtle is about?" Mu Tian began to sell melons like Huang Po again.

"Please advise." Zong Yang was very cooperative.

"Turtle, it's a homonym for returning, a woman tattooing this thing on a man's chest, you know." Mu Tian picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, and savored it.

Zong Yang was silent about Mu Tian's explanation, but he knew one thing, Mu Tian should love a woman named Ye Wuning.

Putting down the wooden barrel tied to the well rope, Zong Yang just struggled to fill a shallow well water, which was cold to the touch, and began to clean the small jar.

At this time, Mu Tianzheng watched Zong Yang's every move with the corner of his eye, seeing that Zong Yang was wearing a thick black jacket, not afraid of the heat of Tiantai Mountain, his face was bloodless, his body was so weak, his brows were slightly furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

After beating the water four times in a row, the small jar was washed, and Zong Yang then returned to the small hall, and took out the bag that originally contained the genealogy of the old dice from his bag, and now it contained some of the ashes of the old dice old road.

After carefully putting the ashes of the dice old man into a small jar, Zong Yang placed it on the broken incense case in front of the statue, knelt on the ground and bowed three times.

After doing this, Zong Yang re-looked at the original text of the Prajna Sun Jing Sutra on the right wall, since he could understand the original text, there was no need to look at the translation that was slightly different.

The original text counts a total of 1,749 words, the mystery is obscure, Zong Yang stood in place without distraction and silently recited the first three sentences three times, every time he read this, he felt that his mind was empty, and he was dizzy, and this process had taken an hour.

"Exhausting?" I don't know when, Mu Tian has leaned on the door frame, stepped on the threshold, looking idle, picking up the wine gourd and pouring wine, I really don't know how much wine is in this wine gourd, and it can be drunk for so long.

"Yes." Zong Yang has only learned swordsmanship in his life, and the heart method is the first time to touch it, reading these words, like a cow chewing a peony, I don't know the taste.

Mu Tian shook the wine gourd, stroked the three thousand troubles with his hand, and said, "This thing is actually the same as a woman, at first sight, of course, you can only see her appearance and posture, Ben Xiushi looks at a woman, of course, the first glance is to appreciate the legs, there is a good saying, one leg covers a hundred ugliness, cough-"

Mu Tian realized that he had said something wrong, revealing his original form, and hurriedly coughed embarrassedly, and said seriously: "Anyway, for a woman, you first keep her form in your mind, and then taste her inner when you get acquainted with it in the future." ”

As the old saying goes, one white covers a hundred ugliness, and this leg covers a hundred ugliness, it must be the original of this color sword fairy, Zong Yang doesn't care about these, but after listening to Mu Tianpin's woman's arguments, he suddenly has a feeling of enlightenment, his eyes swept the full text of the mental method on the wall, and suddenly opened up: "You mean, remember the whole mental method words first, you don't need to understand it first?" ”

Mu Tian smiled casually and said nothing.

Zong Yang comprehended, turned around and began to meditate on the wall, Mu Tian no longer bothered, and drank wine by himself.

The time for a stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, Zong Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked to Mu Tian's side, sat on the threshold, and looked at the blue sky above the courtyard.

"Remembered?" Mu Tian joked lazily with his eyes closed.

"Yes."

Zong Yang's affirmative answer made Mu Tian's eyes open suddenly, and for a moment, his eyes were full of brilliance, but it was only for a moment, and then he closed his eyes sloppily, and said with a look of a master's teaching: "That rune map is a visualization map, and you can also write it down." ”

"Got it." Zong Yang responded lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Mu Tian sat up like a lightning strike, and said angrily: "Mother, the person is handsome, and he has the talent to never forget, I don't believe it, you draw the picture for me." ”

Zong Yang smiled bitterly, got up and picked up the gravel from the side, squatted in front of Mu Tian and drew it on the ground. Because he didn't know how many runes he had drawn since he was a child, and he had the talent for drawing runes that the head of the Chishan Sect had praised himself, there was no difficulty in asking him to copy the rune drawings on the wall.

Mu Tian just sat on the threshold at first and glanced at it, but in the end he also squatted down, looking at the picture on the ground at the first glance, and looking at the picture on the wall at the second, comparing them in pairs, even his neck was not sore, and finally he actually gathered on the ground, savoring Zong Yang's painting skills, and almost fell down.

After the identification, Mu Tian carried the wine gourd on his back and prepared to pass through the small hall, and read on his mouth: "There is a stone tablet on the side, which records the history of Xihe Palace, and now the palace is empty, maybe you are their hope." ”

"Hope?" Zong Yang's eyes are complicated, he is the hope of the dice veteran's life, and practicing the Prajna Sun Sutra is nothing more than conforming to that divine saying, only hoping that he has grasped a clue and has the opportunity to solve the mystery of himself.

Mu Tian left the small hall and left the top of Tiantai Mountain, Zong Yang didn't ask about his whereabouts, just like he never asked about Zong Yang. This should be the meeting of Pingshui and the peace of mind.

……

On the top of Tiantai Mountain, except for the small hall, the dilapidated courtyard, and the corner of the cliff outside the small fairy, there is nowhere to go.

Zong Yang woke up every day, first bowed to the urn of the old way of the dice, and then practiced the "Returning to the One Sword Technique" in the courtyard, and then silently recited the Prajna Sun Jing Sutra Mind Method a hundred times, but he didn't want to, after reading, carefully visualize the rune diagram, and then draw it after viewing, this Tiantai mountain top is full of this rune diagram.

As for Mu Tian, he had to go down the mountain every day, and when he came back, he would bring back food to eat, which allowed Zong Yang to concentrate on cultivating at the top of Tiantai Mountain. It turned out that what he said was to sit on the eagle's beak boulder on the edge of the cliff in a daze, since he proposed that Zongyang's cultivation of the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra should sit in the closest place to the sun and give up the eagle's beak boulder, he sat on the threshold of the inner door of the small hall in a daze every day. In addition, his spare time was spent bathing, it turned out that he was a freak who was extremely particular about cleanliness, but Zong Yang had never seen him change his clothes, but the peach blossom coat had always been clean and unstained.

Zong Yang cultivated the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra, and Mu Tian lived a boring life of thinking about the wall, in fact, there was not much intersection between the two, and Zong Yang once asked Mu Tian when he had consummated the consummation of facing the wall, and the latter only asked: "You said that the leg and the Tao, which is important?" ”

The world of Mutian is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The surface of the eagle's beak boulder was as smooth as a sword, and when Zong Yang first stood on it, the wind on the top of the mountain almost blew him off the cliff. The mountains below stretch and surrender, the Yicheng in the far distance is like a mustard seed world, the extreme eye overlooks, the heaven and the earth are connected into a line, sitting in the highest place of this Tiantai Mountain, the heart suddenly has a magnificent momentum, looking at the world.

In the middle of the month, Zongyang was fortunate to experience a rain observation on Tiantai Mountain. The dark clouds in the sky are dim, and the majestic rain falls between heaven and earth, only the dark clouds above Tiantai Mountain dissipate, and the sunlight is like a sharp sword breaking through the sky, enveloping Tiantai Mountain.

And during this half-month, Zongyang cultivated the Sun Essence Sutra and achieved nothing.

In this regard, Mu Tian concluded that if it was not a question of innate understanding, then it was a problem of the Sun Sutra, and he was biased towards the latter. He pointed out that the sun god Xihe painted on the wall of the small hall has outrageously long legs, and in view of this, he pointed out that the original thing was 10,000 years ago, and it may have been distorted after being passed down from generation to generation, and the legs can be drawn so outrageously, so this visualization map may not be out of shape.

This point of view, Zong Yang felt that the words were not coarse, and it was also recorded on the stone tablet that five hundred years ago, a certain Taoist priest obtained a manuscript of the Prajna Sun Jingjing, rebuilt the Xihe Temple, and painted it on the wall, but since then, no one has been able to build it.

The world is big, and there is only one place in Xihe Palace, where should I go to find the real Prajna Sun Essence Sutra? Zong Yang's mind gradually became confused, and the 1,749-character mental method would not be forgotten, but the visualization map of seeing each other every day collapsed in an instant, and disappeared without a trace in his mind.

"How many days have you been here?" Mu Tian asked for no reason.

Although Zong Yang stood calmly, his interior was turned upside down, and at this time, Mu Tian suddenly asked such an inconsequential question, although it made people feel very bored, but it made him feel like a distracting thought that would never recover.

Panting for breath, this was the first time that Zong Yang had sweated on his forehead and palpitated in a panic after going to Tiantai Mountain, in fact, he didn't know that he almost went mad just now.

Answering Mu Tian's question, Zong Yang walked through the inner door as usual, walked down the steps, and walked through the courtyard to the eagle's beak boulder, his natural toughness and arrogance in his bones made him not want to give up.

Woo –

A gust of wind poured into the small hall, and on the incense breaking case, there were two booklets stacked, the one below was "Guiyi Sword Technique", and the top was the Qingqiu Raiders, under the Gangfeng, the Qingqiu Raiders were blown open, and a piece of yellow paper floated out, passed through the inner door, flipped over and came to the courtyard, and finally happened to fall in front of Zong Yang's eyes.

Catching the yellow paper, Zong Yang concluded that this was a Dao Talisman sandwiched in the Qingqiu Raiders, because there was no other Dao Talisman in the entire Tiantai Mountain. At that time, I just glanced at it in a hurry, and I didn't care about what I drew specifically, but I thought it was a certain pit humane charm that the old Tao inadvertently sandwiched.

At this time, taking a closer look at this Dao talisman, Zong Yang was like a portrait in a small hall, standing still.

After ten full breaths, Zong Yang walked through the broken courtyard again, came to the eagle's beak boulder, sat upright, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand fell off the cliff with the wind, and he closed his eyes.

It was pitch black in his mind, and after Zong Yang's breathing slowed down, a starry light appeared in the darkness, and this light instantly became a prairie fire, and the darkness receded like a tide, and in the bright and flawless mind, a new visualization map turned from a virtual shadow to a reality, so real that it was like an eternal imprint.

The mysterious lines and runes in the visualization diagram became blurred and distorted under the attention of Zong Yang's divine sense, and this feeling was the same as looking at a familiar word for a long time and becoming unfamiliar, at this time, his divine consciousness suddenly passed through the visualization map that became infinite, and entered another inexplicable world.

This world was empty, and Zong Yang's divine consciousness turned into billions of dust, suspended sluggishly, and time seemed to stand still, until a voice sounded, like a flood bell and a giant Lu, coming from the flood of Sumeru, and the content was exactly the heart of the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra!

One thousand seven hundred and forty-nine words began to be read in this world in order, and the more they were recited, the faster they were recited, and Zong Yang's hundreds of millions of divine consciousness began to converge towards the center, and Yue Fei flew faster and faster, and after the last word of the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra Mental Method was recited, all the divine consciousness gathered into a dazzling and dazzling group of light. At the same time, a terrifying energy swelled in the light cluster, and finally exploded with the power to destroy everything in the world.

A round of scorching sun is born!

Zong Yang's divine consciousness detached from the core of the burning sun, and the picture continued to pull away, from the crack full of energy at the beginning, to the scarlet burning surface, and finally to witness the entire glorious burning sun.

This is not the end, because the picture continues to pull away, in Zong Yang's meditation world, such hot suns are tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions!

It wasn't until the dust settled that Zong Yang suddenly discovered that countless scorching suns formed a huge self!

On the other hand, on the side of the small hall, Mu Tian was leaning on the door, continuing to be in a daze for a day, in a trance, only to feel that the sunlight in the courtyard was inexplicably strong, and there was an illusion, as if the whole hot sun had fallen on the top of Tiantai Mountain.

There is a vision from heaven!

Mu Tian walked straight through the broken courtyard, during which he found that the hot sun was still high, when he looked in the direction of the cliff, he saw Zong Yang sitting on the eagle's beak boulder, a rune array bursting with white light appeared around with Zong Yang as the center, and a hundred-zhang high golden statue of Xihe Goddess stood on the cliff, in front of Zong Yang.

Miracles!

The sun god Xihe wears a wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt, solemn and sacred, the form is very different from the portrait in the small hall, the right hand of the deity is sealed to extinguish the seal, showing all living beings, the left hand holds ten days, and the ten days are suspended on the top of the upper body and head in a circle. The ribbon on the arm fluttered in all directions, as bright and dazzling as a flame. There are three flame marks on the full forehead of the sun god Xihe, her eyes are half-open and half-closed, and her face is ruthless, showing her godly demeanor that overrides everything.

In Yicheng, dozens of miles away, everyone under the sun stopped and stared, such a miracle was beyond the scope of their cognition and captured their hearts.

At this time, Mu Tian, the peach blossom hunting sound, the figure stood still, but he was not shocked by the miracle in front of him, nor did he have the awe and worship of the gods, but was doing a dirty thing of blasphemy, his eyes were staring directly at the bare legs of the sun god, and he put on an obsessive expression that was spurned by the world.

Just now, Mu Tian saw Zong Yang in the rune array sitting in front of the Sun God statue like a devout believer, and he had no time to observe at this moment, in fact, Zong Yang's body was blazing, and the black flying ash at the end of the flame was a flying three-legged golden crow, and the picture was distorted. And after Zong Yang realized that he was composed of countless Flame Suns in his meditation, a black death aura suddenly swept through the entire world, devouring Flame Sun.

Yes! ——

Zong Yang's eyes were tightly closed, and he let out a low scream of pain like a monster, and thick black qi gushed out violently from his seven orifices, and his whole body was also filled with black qi. These black qi were as incompatible as the golden crow flames on his body, and they were fighting each other and annihilating each other.

In just a breath of time, the rune array collapsed, the sun god statue disappeared, Zong Yang fainted and died on the eagle's beak boulder, and the black qi on his body retreated into his body after a strong victory over the Golden Crow Blazing Flame.