"The beads...... ...... the end?"

Xiaoyue flipped through the scroll, but she didn't have the intention of looking at it, just a glance almost made him lose his mind, it was almost impossible for a person like him to focus on cultivation, life and death could not shake him for half a point, but it was ......

Rubbing his eyebrows, collecting his thoughts, he kept looking at the books in his hand page by page, this is not Buddhism, nor is it a martial arts classic, but a medical scripture, and the precepts are studying what the epidemic is, and he Xiaoyue is the same, staying in the scripture pavilion day and night, flipping through all the books related to medical skills from ancient times to the present.

But even so, there is little to gain.

When the sun sets, the whole world is red, and Mission Hills does not have a trace of waves, only the cicadas chirp endlessly, disturbing people's hearts.

Shanfa looked at the blood-red sunset, wiped the sweat on his forehead, held the porridge in his hand, and comforted the people at the mountain gate while distributing it, the wound on his back was inexplicably itchy, as if thousands of ants were crawling on it.

But at this moment, how can he care about this, and still force the temple to run back and forth inside and outside the temple.

"Little Master, are you alright? The old man with white hair took the porridge, and couldn't help but care when he saw that Shanfa's face was pale, although he was worried about the fact that the Yun Temple did not let them in, but Shanfa had worked tirelessly for several months, and he also saw it in his eyes, and liked this little monk from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm fine, just take a break. Shanfa smiled, having said that, the itch on his back gradually became numb, slowly spreading from the wound along the spine, and after a while, the whole back lost consciousness, and he couldn't feel the pain when he reached out and touched it, as if it was no longer his own back, but a piece of unconscious meat.

The good Dharma heart is really tired, the wound has worsened, and he simply sits on the stone steps to rest for a while, but it's okay not to sit, his body is only bent, his legs actually lost his strength, and he sat down directly, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little black, and the voice of the senior brother next to him called him seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, ethereal, and he couldn't hear it really, only the moans of those patients at the gate of the mountain and the annoying voices could be heard clearly, and he couldn't slow down for a long time.

Although he is not a master of good law, he also practices martial arts on weekdays, and he doesn't want to only learn scriptures like Nanbei and Nanfang, it stands to reason that even if he is injured at the moment, it will not be so, don't look at his age, but his body is still much stronger than ordinary people.

"Could it be ......" Shanfa had a guess, but he didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't dare to say it, so he stood up and staggered towards the temple step by step, the whole world seemed to be shaking, and he couldn't even control his balance when he walked, and before he took ten steps, Shanfa fell headlong at the gate of the mountain, and couldn't get up again, and the original noisy sound was all quiet at this time.

Inside the dormitory.

Xiao Shu closed his eyes and sat quietly at the window, the sunset gradually faded, the moon was in the sky, and once again he came to the illusory realm, countless four-colored lotus, and the pillar of light of the optimus, but this time Xiao Shu did not try to get close, just watched from afar, felt the Buddha nature contained in it, the purest and most holy, and the mind was cleansed.

"Ren, it turned out to be Ren Jian. ”

At this moment, he was not disturbed by the outside world, and he finally understood that what Zhang Zhenren finally adhered to was not the way of the three swords of heaven, earth and man, but the benevolent way of the sword giving birth to lotus.

When the words fell, the red leaves naturally appeared in front of him, Xiao Shu couldn't help but reach out and hold it, only to realize that he had no body at all at the moment, his heart was turbulent, and the whole realm turned into ashes in an instant, and the red leaves were like a burning candle flame, scattered into a wisp of green smoke.

Open your eyes, the red leaves are still in the umbrella, the little flower has fallen asleep, Xiao Shu stood up, closed the window, blew out the candles, walked out of the door, the night is not deep, there are still monks in the temple, the cloud temple in the night looks quite peaceful, the candlelight is bright, and the Bodhisattva Buddha in the hall shines.

Xiaoyue meditation room is located in the back of the main hall, is also the meditation room of many monks, Xiao Shu walked slowly, the ears are cicadas and Zen singing, walked for a while, suddenly heard a drum, followed by a dull, far-reaching bell, the sound echoed, resounding throughout the Guanlan Mountain, a drum and a bell, two drums and two bells, three drums and three bells, a total of twelve times, a total of three thirty-six times, and then abruptly stopped.

The bell and drum stopped, Xiao Shu also came to the front of Xiaoyue's meditation room, the candlelight in the room was still bright, a figure sat alone in it, knocked on the door three times, and the person in the house said, "Lord Xiao, please come in." ”

Xiao Shu pushed the door in, only to see Xiaoyue was writing with a pen, the words were walking dragon and snake, not disturbed by Xiao Shu at all, Xiao Shu did not make a sound, quietly watched Xiaoyue drop the last stroke, the simple four characters are flowing water, the pen is like a cloud of smoke, the weather is muddy, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.

"That's what I smelled. Xiao Shu said softly.

"A little hobby of the monk, the writing is not beautiful, and the donor laughed. Xiaoyue put down her pen and said.

Xiao Shu couldn't help but be speechless, if this writing was not good, then wouldn't he not be able to write at all, and couldn't help but say, "Master Xiaoyue is so humble, let me wait for people who don't know calligraphy how to deal with themselves?"

Xiaoyue didn't answer, but took the paper away, relaid a piece of paper on the table, pressed the head and tail with a ruler, and made a gesture of please.

"This ......" Xiao Shu was a little helpless, although he was literate, but if he wanted to let himself write, it was estimated that he would not look good, when he was a child, he practiced a few times when he was playing with Fang Jin at most, and he was far from a person who had really practiced calligraphy.

"Words are like people, please. Xiaoyue took a step back.

Xiao Shu sighed, lifted the pen, had not written for many years, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the pen, and thought quietly for a long time, until the ink on the tip of the pen was about to drip onto the paper, Xiao Shu frowned, and there was no longer half of the emotion in his eyes, only the sword intent diffused, and the pen became a word.

A huge sword word fell in the center of the paper, its sword intent almost came out of the paper, Xiaoyue looked at it for a moment, and initially felt that its word killing intent was vigorous, and the sword qi rushed into the sky, like thousands of sword tides coming, until the heaven and earth were torn apart, and after a while, it was like a hidden dragon in the abyss, and its momentum was hidden deeply, and finally all of them dispersed, and they were all in one word.

Xiaoyue took a deep breath and said, "What a sword word, the donor's sword path has reached the realm of returning to the basics, but there is a sentence that the monk doesn't know whether to say or not." ”

Xiao Shu put down his pen, turned his head and said, "But it's okay to talk about it." ”

The word is like its person, this sword word confirms the donor's sword, but that's all, the donor's sword, starting from the sword, but also ending in the sword, although the monk does not practice the sword, but the world is the same way. "Xiaoyue is originally a Buddhist and Taoist master, and his cultivation is not much lower than Xiao Shu, in the entire Yun Temple, and even in Yuezhou, he is the only one who has stepped into the Tianxuan Realm, and his almost ageless appearance is a manifestation of his deep foundation, and his insight is by no means worse than that of Tianjizi, and this is what Xiao Shu lacks.

Xiao Shu's face changed, and in Xiaoyue's words, this is exactly what he is worried about, and it is where his bottleneck lies, starting from the sword and ending with the sword, how to break through, and what is the way forward?

"Please also ask Master Xiaoyue for advice. Xiao Shu said respectfully, he never felt that he was superior to others in his own cultivation realm, if someone could teach him, don't say that Xiaoyue is a Buddhist master, he can respect him as a teacher as an ordinary person.

"There are thousands of swords in the world, and they are different, but how many people have entered the realm of heaven and man? Not to mention the realm of heaven and man, the sun has soared, and the donor can reach this realm with only one of them, which is not easy, but it only stops there. Xiaoyue picked up the sword word, nodded and shook her head.

Xiao Shu didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"The donor has a sword in his heart, and a sword in his hand, naturally he can't tolerate anything else, but the way of the sword is not just a sword, the reason why the way of the sword can be called the way is because it contains thousands of thousands, endless, if it stops at the sword in the hand, it is tantamount to erasing the word of the way, only the sword remains, the mystery of the way is not words can express, and the monk can only say that. Xiaoyue said what he thought in his heart, this is his understanding of the Dao, although he doesn't understand the way of the sword, but as he said, all the laws have the same path, and they have something in common.

"But if I give up this sword, how can I preach?" Xiao Shu asked.

"Donor, why is there a light here, is it cause and effect or nature?" asked Xiaoyue, pointing to the only candle in the room.

When Xiao Shu heard this, he suddenly said, "There is no light here, there is no you, and there is no me." ”

"Then the donor still wants to preach?" Xiaoyue asked with a smile on her face.

"What kind of sermon?" Xiao Shu asked with a smile.

"With a sword. Xiaoyue said.

"There is no sword in my heart, no sword in my hand, no thing to prove, no way to prove. Xiao Shu smiled, and when the words fell, he saw a red light flying from the sky, passing through the window, and landing directly in front of Xiao Shu.

"Donor Miaohui, enter the Tao with a sword, and cultivate the supreme magic method, congratulations. Xiaoyue bent down and saluted Xiao Shu.

Xiao Shu gently held the red leaves, and the thousands of sword ways still impacted his mind, but at this moment, Xiao Shu had no sword in his heart, and it was empty, those sword ways not only could not affect him, as long as Xiao Shu wanted to, he could also use it at will, and the sword heart was condensed again, but all the swords that came that night were trembling at the same time, and he was excited.

In the Wanjian Ping of Nancheng, tens of thousands of broken swords trembled uncontrollably, so that the entire Nancheng could vaguely feel the vibration of the ground, every sword here had been picked up by Xiao Shu, and the boundless sword intent had already diffused here.

Upstairs in Xiangyue, the woman in white stroked the piano alone, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, she looked in the direction of Wanjianping and said to herself, "Is this what you said about the selfless swordsman?"

"Who, I don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Wang Banxian rubbed his messy hair, kicked off the quilt with a sullen face, and got up from the bed, the whole room, the bed, the table, and the chair were shaking, and he woke up from his good dreams.

He pinched his fingers, but couldn't help but smile and scolded, "It's you kid again, your life is quite hard, you really don't let people live in peace, you ruined my two sweet dreams, and the old way will have to settle accounts with you sooner or later." ”

The heart is knotted, and the sword path is restored, but he has not yet broken through to the realm of heaven and man, but it is no longer the realm of Tianxuan, at this moment he is half a realm higher than Zhi Xiaoyue, so far Xiao Shu can say a sentence, the way of the sword is not leaky, and the nature is round.