"Thank you, donor. The middle-aged fat monk Chengtong solemnly tithemed: "It's not the donor, the old monk is more auspicious today." ”

Song Yunge said: "It's the devil of the dream road, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"It's a pity that I couldn't leave them, in Xia Tianyue Mountain Song Yunge!"

"It turned out to be the tall feet of Tianyue Mountain, but Lord Song was angry, so it was better to be careful. ”

Song Yunge raised his eyebrows: "The master is still good at the art of looking at qi?"

This old monk couldn't speak, and he was disappointed when they met.

"When the Dharma arrives, we can naturally see some clues. ”

"Master, as the Four Spirit Guards of Daluo City, how can I not kill people, I am afraid that the Lord of the Guardian Army will be even more angry. ”

"Nan no Amitabha!"

"Does the master have a way to solve his worries?" Song Yunge looked at Chu Xiaoyun: "My senior sister has just lost her beloved, and she can't extricate herself from the sea of suffering. ”

"Everyone in the world suffers, and only transcendence. Chengtong shook his head lightly: "And mortals are often trapped in it and can't extricate themselves, can't be freed, don't you know that everything in the world is a big dream, you and I are in a dream, after waking up from the dream, it is all empty after all." ”

Chu Xiaoyun realized.

Song Yunge's jaw.

He deeply realized that looking back on his previous life, it was indeed like having a big dream, and after waking up, he was already detached.

But you can't think that way in the middle of it.

Senior Sister Chu is now in deep pain and can't bear it, I hope these words will give her some touch, so as to weaken the pain.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Chengtong proclaimed a Buddha horn.

Chu Xiaoyun's sluggish spirit was shocked, and the Buddha horn was like a dusk drum and morning bell, which made her suddenly ethereal and dusty.

Seeing that her expression gradually calmed down and calm, Chengtong nodded with satisfaction and looked at Song Yunge: "Lord Song has something to ask for?"

Song Yunge said happily: "I heard that there is a treasure in Pudu Temple, and I really want to see it." ”

Monk Chengtong shook his head: "The Tianxin Pendant is the treasure of the Zhen Temple, and the old man has no way to give Song Shizhu a look." ”

"That's a shame. Song Yunge shook his head helplessly.

Monk Chengtong said: "Lord Song has the suffering of demons?"

Song Yunge nodded in acknowledgement.

If you don't have the suffering of demons, why bother to see what Tianxin Falls, this is something you don't need to ask.

In this case, the old man can preach a scripture to calm the demons in his heart. ”

"Then thank you, Master, but I don't know the Dharma......"

"The Dharma is profound, and it is better for the donor to look at it more, which is beneficial to improving understanding. ”

"Then thank you, Master. Song Yunge smiled.

Don't speculate with this old monk, it's better to talk less.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Chengtong monk Heshi solemnly began to recite a Buddhist scripture.

Song Yunge listened attentively.

Two hundred and twenty-four words, ancient scriptures, and strange pronunciations, he was confused.

This text is not at all the language they are all in, and is clearly a unique one.

"The donor doesn't understand, right?" said the monk Chengtong.

Song Yunge shook his head.

Monk Chengtong smiled: "Actually, the old man doesn't understand!"

Song Yunge looked over angrily.

Monk Chengtong said with a smile: "The donor has the grace to save his life, and when the spring reciprocates, the old man will pass on this scripture from the ancient dojo to the donor." ”

"I don't have any understanding of the Dharma, and I don't know the scriptures, so I can't understand it. ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as you recite it, after three times, you will have a sense of calmness, which shows the magical power of this scripture. ”

Just by reciting it, you can meditate your mind, and you don't even have to meditate.

It's a pity that he has never seen this text, so he has no way to understand it, and he is also dead hearted, and he does not force it.

Buddhism pays attention to a fateful method.

Since he met this Song Yunge and was rescued by him, he naturally had a fate, and he sought to fall into the heart of the sky, so he had a fate with this scripture.

Fate gathers, fate disperses, and follows fate.

Song Yunge recited it in a low voice, and not a single word or sound was bad.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Chengtong regretted again, such a person, if he entered the Buddha's door, he would be regarded as a monk.

Song Yunge said: "Does the master have the text of this scripture? ”

Chengtong took out a golden bay leaf from his arms and handed it to Song Yunge.

Song Yunge took it carefully, lest it shatter, it looked as thin as a cicada's wings and fragile.

After starting it, I realized that this was an illusion, and this golden bay leaf was extremely tough, and even the sword was difficult to hurt.

The sword is hard to hurt, how can it be pierced with words smaller than sesame seeds?

It requires subtle manipulation of the Pure Vitality.

The cultivation of the person who assassinated the scripture was at least at the level of the Sword Marquis, so that he could reach such a level, and Song Yunge thought that he could not do it.

He looked at it once, closed his eyes, and the appearance of a golden bay leaf appeared in front of him, and every small word was clearly listed.

He opened his eyes and handed Bayeux back.

"Thank you, Master!"

"If you still have any questions, you can come to Pudu Temple to participate in the study with Lao Gao!"

"If this scripture doesn't work, I'm definitely going to Pudu Temple to find Master You!"

"Just look for me!" said Cheng Tong Heshi.

Song Yunge looked at Chu Xiaoyun: "Senior sister, let's go!"

Chu Xiaoyun rushed to Cheng and tithe, and fluttered away with Song Yunge.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Cheng Tong titheed, watching Song Yunge disappear, his face showing compassion.

I don't know how many killings I have to make, I hope this ancient dojo's strange scripture can dissipate his anger and make less killings, then he will have immeasurable merit!

Song Yunge was secretly happy as he recalled the Buddhist scripture while galloping.

He knew the words of the sutra.

The Demon Gate Xijiang Dao pays attention to artistic conception and wins with intention, so the disciples of Xijiang Dao are all good at danqing and calligraphy, and draw inspiration from calligraphy and painting in the past dynasties.

Zhou Xuanji was proficient in ancient writing, and he worked hard to study in order to understand the artistic conception from the stone tablet.

The text on this sutra is the Phoenix script.

It is said to be the text of the ancient Great Huang Dynasty, and the Great Phoenix Dynasty was also at its peak, but no matter how prosperous the dynasty is, there will eventually be a time of decline.

The Great Huang Dynasty has fallen and ceased to exist, and even people who are not ancient do not know the existence of the Great Huang Dynasty at all.

This sutra is called the Sutra of No Life.

What is lifeless, there is no life without death, there is no life without life, life and death are the same, and life and death can be said to be lifeless.

It looks like an over-the-top scripture.

However, the Sutra of Transcendence does not have the ability to meditate, so the Sutra of Absence cannot be said to be a Sutra of Transcendence.

He pondered carefully, sentence by sentence, and before he knew it, he was heading towards another danger.

Chu Xiaoyun let him lead the way.

He immersed himself in the comprehension of the Sutra of Nothingness, and the more he studied, the more he realized that the taste was endless, and the wonder was endless.

Before he knew it, he had walked a hundred miles, and he suddenly stopped, his face changed slightly.

They were passing through an official road, and there were small pavilions on both sides, and at this time a handsome middle-aged man sat in the pavilion, wearing a white robe and embroidered with two white clouds on his cuffs.

The master of Cloud Heaven Palace!

And at least it's the Sword Marquis realm!

He secretly complained to himself, how could he run into the Sword Marquis so easily, and he was also the Sword Marquis of Yuntian Palace.

Isn't this a self-defeating trap!

What's worse is that Luo Shiying is not around, and I don't know where I ran away.

He has a keen instinct, and if Luo Shiying follows him, he can sense it.

Chu Xiaoyun also recognized the identity of this handsome middle-aged man, his body was tense, but his expression was very flat.

Now she is in a state of mind where she is not afraid of death, and even wishes that someone would kill her.

She just felt a little guilty, and she was going to implicate Senior Brother Song.

She was about to speak, but was stopped by Song Yunge with a look.

The handsome middle-aged man was lazily propping his legs on the stone table, leaning on the vermilion pillar of the small pavilion and waving his hand: "Come here!"