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, groping around the wall for a moment, opened the secret door of the ashram. After dragging Zhao Ran into the quiet room, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest who was still tied to the iron rope, and said, "Niubi, your hard life is about to be freed." He sealed him with a palm, then took out the key to untie the iron rope and threw him into a corner

Then, let Zhao Ran sit against the wall, and tie his hands and feet with iron cables.

There are no windows in the quiet room, only a faint light from an oil lamp, accompanied by iron cables and prisoners, although Zhao Ran can't see it really, but this feeling is really terrifying. After his hands and feet were tied to the iron cable, Zhao Ran felt weak and couldn't help asking, "This master, what do you want to do to me?"

, said: "Niubi, don't panic, it's useless to ask my master to pat my ass, you will know when my master comes." By the way, this iron rope comes from Derge Mountain, and is blessed by my master with the power of the original vajra, it doesn't matter if you want to struggle, but the harder the struggle, the more you will suffer. For your own sake, it's better to be honest and quiet, or you can try it, don't be unpredictable. With that, he retreated and closed the secret door of the ashram.

Seeing that the monk went out, Zhao Ran naturally struggled, but every time he struggled, he felt a pinprick pain coming from the wrists and ankles that were tied by iron cables, and the struggle became more and more severe. The more I felt the pain, the more uncomfortable it was, and I had no choice but to give up.

He wanted to test whether his magic circle worked, but after he opened his heavenly eyes, there was no sign of the flow of heaven and earth qi here. It's pure death. The most relied on life-saving means was useless, and Zhao Ran had no choice but to turn his head and look around.

"This senior brother...... Brother...... Can you hear me? Wake up......"

Zhao Ran shouted for a long time and it was useless, the Taoist priest lying in the corner was motionless, as if he was dead, and for a moment there was a feeling that he should not be called every day. He couldn't help but feel numb.

I don't know how long I thought about it, but the secret door of the quiet room opened again, and this time it was the Aquarius Zen Master who came in.

As soon as Zhao Ran opened his mouth and said: "Master Aquarius, ......" was slapped by the monk casually, and he couldn't even move his tongue for half a minute.

The treasure bottle smiled and looked Zhao Ran up and down seriously. Stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Zhao Ran's head, praised "good", and then stretched out his finger to poke three inches above his umbilicus, Zhao Ran suddenly felt a knife-like pain in flesh, and couldn't help but hum out between his snorts. So the vase praised again: "It's really good." ”

"Little Taoist, I invite you to come to the Aquarius Temple this time, I want to ask for something, and I hope you can help me. But you're too nagging. Poor monk, I'm afraid that when you practice the Dharma for a while, you won't be able to help but talk nonsense, which will disturb my peace of mind to cast the spell, so I have to forbid you to speak. This is for your good and for the good of the poor monks, so don't hold grudges. If you understand and have no opinion, then nod your head, and the poor monk can continue. ”

Zhao Ran nodded. So the vase continued: "The poor monk has cultivated into an arhat for a long time, but now he is stuck in the last step. Can't see the selfless. If you can't see the selflessness clearly, you can't achieve the wisdom of censorship. The golden body of an arhat cannot be consummated, he cannot step into the realm of body awareness, he cannot attain the bodhisattva fruit, and as for the Buddha's position, there is no need to think about it. The poor monk still remembers that before the master passed away, he referred to the poor monk as the disciple with the strongest understanding in the 17th peak and 21st temple of Bayan Kala Mountain in a hundred years, and said that the promotion of the Aquarius Temple will fall on the poor monk. But for 20 years, the poor monk has not made much progress, and he is really ashamed of his master's expectations back then. Little Taoist, you will help the poor monks, right?"

Zhao Ran nodded hesitantly.

The treasure bottle smiled with satisfaction: "This is the best." Last year, the poor monks got a method from the Jialan Monastery, which can help the poor monks see the root of selflessness. This method is complicated, so I don't need to go into detail with you, but in short, I detach myself from myself with my spiritual body, enter into your body to perceive the sea, observe me through your eyes, borrow your consciousness, and then return to myself from your body when I see it clearly, so that I can attain bodhisattva fruition. In fact, this method is also of great benefit to you, it can wash the marrow and cut the scriptures for you—don't you have no roots, after such a experience, you will naturally have it, and from then on, you can cultivate the Tao and practice the art of immortality! The poor monk explained this, can you understand it?"

Zhao Ran must have understood it, but he didn't believe it much, he rolled his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest lying motionless in the corner, and secretly said If it is really as simple as you say, how can this person be as if he is dead?

The treasure vase saw Zhao Ran's doubts, and explained with a smile: "This method requires a half-edge body, that is, those whose qualifications or roots are incomplete as your Dao Sect said. But this Taoist priest is not a real half-edged body, although his roots and bones are not visible, but there are always people, that is, people with poor roots and bones as you say in the Daomen. After all, a pure half-fate body like you is extremely rare, and I only got one of him after looking for more than half a year before, so I had to try it on him, but unfortunately it was still unsatisfactory. As for the way he is now, I can only blame himself, he is unwilling to accept my spiritual body into the sea of knowledge, so I can only consume his consciousness. ”

After a pause, leaving Zhao Ran a little time to think, the treasure bottle said: "What you have to do is actually very simple, take it easy, when my spiritual body enters your sea of knowledge, don't resist, just let it be natural." That Taoist priest was consumed several times by my spiritual body because of continuous resistance, and if he came twice, he would probably become a fool. So the poor monk will make an appointment with you here, you help the poor monk to achieve something, the poor monk will wash the marrow for you, as long as you don't have the heart of resistance, a qiē will end quickly, the poor monk enters the world of consciousness, the Bodhisattva fruit, you open the bones, go back to the Tao, so you can have the best of both worlds, do you think it is good?"

The vase was very fantastic, and the conditions given were tempting, but Zhao Ran didn't think it was very reliable no matter how he heard it. Just kidding, what will be the consequences of letting other people's bullshit spirits enter their own knowledge of the sea? In "Journey to the West," Sun Wukong entered the body of Princess Iron Fan and made a mess of people's stomachs, and Princess Iron Fan could feel better? Those novels depicted in the scenes of stealing other people's knowledge of the sea and not leaving, and occupying Nestle, also abound! In the past, it was only a story to listen to, but now that it is his turn, how can Zhao Ran not feel creepy?

Besides, there is a treasure in the trivial, Zhao Ran is indeed not so urgent that he needs others to wash him of the marrow and cut the scriptures, according to the previous good performance of the trivial, his position in the Daomen only needs to be promoted to another level, and the roots and bones will naturally come, and there is no need to take risks here.

But can he not agree? What will be the consequences of not agreeing, just look at the paralyzed Taoist priest in the corner.

Zhao Ran's head seemed to be stiff, he neither nodded nor shook his head, just looked at the treasure bottle, his heart was full of thoughts, but he couldn't think of a solution to the current crisis.

The treasure bottle smiled: "If you don't shake your head, the poor monk will agree." Don't worry, don't think about anything, I'll come with you. ”

After the vase finished speaking, he closed his eyes, pinched a strange trick with both hands, and sat opposite Zhao Ran, and the quiet room was suddenly silent.

I don't know how much time passed, but I saw that the treasure bottle was trembling, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the originally solemn expression on his face gradually became weird, and he was indescribably.

Zhao Ran's already uneasy heart immediately lifted.

The corners of the vase lips chanted a mantra, the fingers of his right hand were together, and he pointed straight at Zhao Ran's eyebrows, Zhao Ran only felt that his body shook suddenly, as if a stream of heat entered from the center of his eyebrows, along the tip of his nose, his jaw, his chest and three inches above the umbilicus, and stopped here.

Zhao Ran felt furious in his heart, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and immediately had the idea of driving this hot flow out of his body. As soon as this thought was born, the hot current really flowed backwards according to his mind, from three inches above the umbilicus to the chest, jaw, and nose, and finally to the center of the eyebrows, returning to the fingertips of the vase.

The process of heat flow return is extremely short, and all the parts that can pass through are like cutting with a knife, from three inches above Zhao Ran's umbilicus to the center of his eyebrows, and the pain makes him faint.

After the pain gradually subsided, Zhao Ran hurriedly looked down at his body, and saw that his body was good and decent, and he was not disemboweled, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The treasure bottle smiled: "What's the matter?" The poor monk said, don't resist in vain, the poor monk's spirit body is easy to enter, but it is difficult to come out, it is not so comfortable. You can rest for a while, and the next time I cast the spell, you must relax, as long as you fully cooperate, there will naturally be no pain of this consciousness wearing. (To be continued)

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