Hundreds of years ago, the era of the three religions were flourishing, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism went their own way, countless people should be born, a faction of bells was prosperous, the cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism became a common practice, the number of Taoist temples in the world is innumerable, and you can see the incense burning in a hundred steps.

Someone said: There are 30 million wonderful words in the world, half of them are Bodhisattvas and half Taoists.

The prosperity of Buddhism can be seen.

There are many holy places in Buddhism, among which it is known as the dragon carrying the Buddha platform, and the mountain of forgetting to return to the true Buddha in the past dynasties is a thousand-year-old holy land that has been washed and washed over the years without falling.

It wasn't until the second day that he traveled from the purple bamboo forest in Qing'an City that His Royal Highness understood that the good place that this old fox said was not a fireworks building, but a real Buddhist ruins.

The thousand-year-old mountain of forgetfulness.

"Forget to return to the mountain was indeed a thousand years of Buddhism holy land, but in the Spring and Autumn Period, the mountain gate has been flattened by iron horses, the Buddhist temple was destroyed, without leaving the slightest inheritance, has long been reduced to a barren mountain. Today's Wei Emperor's means of exterminating Buddhism are no worse than Qi Liang's, and he almost exterminated Buddhism. Now even if the scholars of the Northern Wei Dynasty travel, the emperor's grace is mighty, and they all choose to bypass this Buddhist ruin, so as not to get into trouble. His Royal Highness rode a black horse, parallel to the white-robed Liu Chanqi, and in the middle of his words, the girl with her long hair cut short in her arms suddenly poked her head out, stretched out a hand and rubbed her eyebrows for him, where a cool lotus flower imprint loomed.

Liu Chanqi turned his head and glanced slightly at His Royal Highness, who looked a little tired, raised his eyebrows and said, "You haven't closed your eyes for a few days and nights?"

Yi Xiao shook his head and smiled, but did not answer, relying on the blessing of the divine soul with a lotus phase, he didn't need too long to rest. However, what the old fox said was right, from the moment he invited Beiguan to escape all the way out of the palm of the Sen Luo Dao female Hades, he began to practice day and night, and he has not closed his eyes much so far. The Sutra of Self-Forgetfulness is a wonderful book of exercises, and it is indeed worthy of the title of the strongest level of exercises. That black-robed Saint Yuanzi extracted the essence from the "Thirty-Three Heavenly Scriptures" and left some breathing methods, which can not only allow the Yuan Force to converge like a river, on the one hand, it can accelerate its own cultivation, and on the other hand, it can also condense the divine soul and nourish its soul power.

Combining some of the cultivation methods he had learned in Qi Liang's library, exhaling and absorbing qi, combining yin and yang, Yi Xiao could feel that the vitality between his lungs was growing.

Although it is an extremely laborious thing to use one mind for two purposes, it is twice the result with half the effort in practice. Therefore, Yi Xiao will never be stingy with her mental strength, and desperately seize every free time to practice.

"The path of cultivation is one by one. Spit on a stone and it will be wet at last. The white-robed Liu Chanqi said lightly: "If you don't have the talent to cultivate Yuan, it's useless to practice hard." ”

That's a good point.

But Yi Xiao shook his head, Feng Tingcheng had seen those extremely talented characters, if he didn't try his best to take apart the time and divide the day into two days, how could he deal with himself if he met them one day?

When I thought of the Dao Fetus Senior Brother on the South China Sea Final Peak, he had not practiced for eighteen years, and within a year, he broke the nine barriers one after another, swallowed the vitality of the South China Sea, and reached the peak of the Nine Grades. Not to mention the Dao fetal demon like Senior Brother Nanhai, even if he is a young talent with a lower head, the Northern Wei Dynasty is now carrying the prestigious Four Swords, and Shi Nan'an, who chased after him from the Wind Court for a hundred miles, was enough to drink a pot of himself.

Every time Yi Xiao thought of this, the stubbornness in his bones burst out, and he refused to give up a trace of time and practiced more diligently.

Yi Xiao'an couldn't bear it, tried to take the horse rope, and said softly: "Brother." You take a break. ”

Yi Xiao did not refuse the girl's kindness, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

There was some bumps on horseback.

Yi Xiao closed her eyes slightly, but did not try to relax her mind, but continued to ask about the trip to Forget to Return Mountain.

"The holy land of the Buddha Gate of Forgetting to Return to the Mountain has been reduced to a ruin, the mountain gate has collapsed, the Buddhist temple has been destroyed, and the thousand-year-old Bodhi has also died in Luoyang. With the breeze blowing on her face, Yi Xiao felt that her spirit was a little better, she didn't open her eyes, and slowly exhaled: "What can you do when you go to Forget to Return Mountain now?"

It was the white-robed man who pulled up the Bodhi tree with his own hands that was stunned for a while when he heard this, and only after a long time did he chuckle lightly, and slowly spoke with a complicated expression.

"Forget to return to the mountain by the Northern Wei Dynasty iron cavalry all over the turnover, the mountain gate collapsed, the Buddhist temple was destroyed, but unfortunately there is one thing they can't destroy, let alone take away. ”

What exactly is it?

Yi Xiao couldn't help but open her eyes.

After that, no matter how much he asked again, or even tempted him with wine, the white-robed old fox refused to say a word, but just sold a pass, saying that it was related to cultivation and would be of great benefit to the cultivation of the soul.

Yi Xiao was helpless, so she could only close her eyes and continue her cultivation.

Yi Xiao'an, who was leading the horse on a leash on horseback, and had never been accustomed to the white-robed old fox bullying His Royal Highness, snorted coldly.

The white-robed Liu Chanqi suddenly collapsed his face, pitiful, and hurriedly leaned his head over to flatter: "Good niece, don't be angry, listen to my explanation." This kid didn't listen to persuasion, and played with his life all day long, half of which was practiced in breathing and breathing, and half of which was cultivated in the way of soul power control, and it was true that he would have done twice the result with half the effort, but if he hadn't been protected by the lotus, he would have died of exhaustion. Even if he is blessed by the heavens, if he goes to practice like him, I am afraid that before he becomes a great master, he will already be separated by yin and yang. This trip to the Forgotten Mountain, or to ask this kid for a visualization map. ”

Hearing this, Yi Xiao's closed eyes slowly opened again.

Liu Chan Qizheng said: "Now that Buddhism is in decline, orthodox visualization is almost unobtainable. As for the top contemplation of the four great bodhisattvas, don't even think about it, it has long been annihilated, and the immortals can't get it when they come. However, there is indeed a good visualization map of Forgetful Mountain, if you really have a relationship with it, you will definitely be able to see it, and after reading it, it will benefit the soul without any harm. Not to mention anything else, at least in practice, you won't go crazy, and you can even have some more domain insights. ”

"If you really have such a precious visualization map in the mountain, why doesn't Emperor Wei take it?" Yi Xiaoan suddenly said: "Is it possible that you still let it go for others to understand?"

"Girl, you don't understand this. Liu Chanqi smiled and said, "Visualization is a journey, and it varies from person to person. The ancestor who set up the mountain gate in the Forgotten Return Mountain was a wonderful person, and he calculated the coincidence. When you meet you, you will know that the handwriting left behind by this visualization map is not ordinary, and it will be given to all those who are related to Buddhism after a thousand years. If you are destined to be able to realize it, you can realize it at a glance, if you can't realize it, even if you look at it for a day and a night and blind your eyes, it will be useless. ”

Yi Xiaoan suddenly became angry when he heard this: "Having said so much, what if my brother has no chance with this visualization picture, wouldn't he run for nothing?"

The white-robed old fox blinked and said, "Good niece, I definitely won't run in vain." I don't know if your brother is destined for that visualization picture, but you definitely have fate. ”

"If you really look at that visualization diagram and estimate that the scattered luck of the Buddha Gate has been gathered and all of them have been initiated, it will be a golden avenue in the future. Liu Chanqi sighed: "Maybe if you forget to return to the mountain, a new living Bodhisattva will be reincarnated." Atmospheric luck, atmospheric luck. ”

Yi Xiaoan said angrily: "I don't want to be a living bodhisattva, let alone any luck, I want my brother to be good." If I go to the Forgotten Mountain, if my brother can't realize the visualization map you said, it means that the Bodhisattva's atmosphere is here, and I don't want it all, just wave my hands and scatter!"

Liu Chanqi looked at this strong girl, he actually had nothing to say, and found that it was useless to find that he was anxious, this girl couldn't really do such a stupid thing, and finally could only shake his head and say helplessly: "Good niece, the visualization map of Forget to Return Mountain must be related to you, can your brother realize his creation, but I have a few Buddhist treasures in my hands, which can not only nourish the soul, but also be of great benefit to the dragon and snake in his body." If you are willing to take a look, I don't want all these treasures, I will give them to your brother. ”

Yi Xiaoan snorted coldly and hooked his little finger.

Liu Chanqi reluctantly took out a jade bottle from his pocket, threw it to Yi Xiao angrily and funny, and said with a wicked smile: "This is the Buddha Gate Dripping Heavenly Dew, dripping into the center of the eyebrows, one drop at a time, it can warm the body, and at the same time cultivate the two dragons and snakes in your body, there are estimated fifty drops in this bottle, save some use when cultivating your physique, it should be enough for you to cultivate to the realm of Little King Kong." ”

Liu Chanqi joked: "But refining the body is not easy, this drop of heavenly dew, if you can persist in using it up, and you think it tastes good, you can ask me again." ”

Yi Xiao took the jade bottle, and heard the sound of breaking the air again, and a round and wishful red jade Buddha bead was thrown over.

The white-robed old fox retracted the red jade Buddha bead bracelet on his wrist back into his sleeve with some pain this time, and the eighteen pocket Buddha beads were worn by him into a bracelet, but now he was missing the largest and most rounded mother bead.

"Listen, this bead is just for you. Liu Chanqi said angrily: "This string of Buddhist red lotus bracelets has a very strong ability to guard the soul, the reason why those old antiques can't help me is that the soul power method of the grandmaster realm can't break through the protection of this red lotus bracelet, the mother bead is lent to you today, used to store the soul, it is a tyrannical thing, you put it on your chest, and you can prevent it from going crazy when you practice." ”

Yi Xiao nodded, looked at the mother bead, and sure enough, in the red amber rich Buddha bead, I saw a big red lotus slowly blooming, a small world floating in the Buddha bead, Sanskrit flowing and tumbling like the sea.

His Royal Highness strung the red lotus Buddha beads with a red rope and hung them on his chest.

His thoughts flowed through this Buddha bead in his chest, and he became more cool, and his cultivation became easier.

The black-clothed young man on horseback took over the two things, and stopped saying nothing like an old monk.

Now that Yi Xiao'an has taken over the horse, he is as silent as a dead log.

From beginning to end, no matter how impatient the sound of the horse's hooves was, the rhythm of his breathing was never disturbed, and he was running the method of breathing in the Sutra of Selflessness, fighting for a breath and exhaling a breath.

Multitasking.

The left hand bends his fingers to turn into a sword and evolve the way of the sword.

The right hand rubs the eyebrows and feels the power of heaven and earth.

The rhythm of breathing is light and slow, and gradually enters the realm of self-forgetfulness.

The white-robed Liu Chanqi looked at Yi Xiao, who was practicing like a mad demon, and was speechless for a while.

He looked at the black-clothed young man's gaze and suddenly became a little complicated.

Liu Chanqi has not seen a person with extremely high cultivation talent, he has walked the world for decades, southeast and northwest, and several demons who are about to be born in this generation have had several fates.

In terms of qualifications, the black-clothed young man in front of him is definitely not bad, but it is certainly not as good as those superb sword embryos and pure Dao fetuses.

But if it is about hard work, Liu Chanqi squinted his eyes and thought about it carefully, and asked himself, it was really the first time he had seen such a desperate practice.

This young man is congenitally deficient, and now he has embarked on the path of cultivation, and has chosen to make up for it by practicing day and night, and even regardless of the loss of his soul, he is multitasking, and splits his time in half.

Liu Chanqi shook his head.

A person's future spiritual attainment is an extremely difficult thing to determine.

The white-robed old fox raised his head and was slightly stunned when he saw Yi Xiao's demeanor.

The boy sitting on horseback was smiling, as if he didn't feel the bumps.

He still kept his eyes closed, but raised his right hand slightly.

Dipping it in the dew, he dripped it on the center of his brow.

In an instant, a green lotus platform appeared behind his head, and a dragon and a snake opened their eyes as if frightened, full of blood and red.

Liu Chanqi knew how much pain it was necessary to refine the body, like thousands of knives stabbing back and forth on the body, dripping Tianlu was undoubtedly a shortcut to refining the body, but the medicine refined from this rare medicinal herb could only be effective if it was dropped on the center of the eyebrows.

Because only by entering the center of the eyebrows can it give people the greatest stimulation.

The dragon and the snake were almost furious, and their bodies kept spinning on the Qinglian platform, twisting in pain.

Yi Xiaoan frowned suddenly, and the black horse he was driving suddenly stopped, lowered his head and neighed, and the horse's hooves pounded the ground hard.

Liu Chanqi clearly remembered that on the first day of his body refining, he was dropped by the master and dew on his eyebrows.

Dripping dew enters from the center of the eyebrows, and a thousand knives are cut.

He howled like a wild beast.

The white-robed man looked at the black-clothed young man sitting upright on the black horse.

Yi Xiao dipped his fingers in two and a half drops of heavenly dew.

Liu Chanqi looked at the black-clothed young man in silence.

Two and a half drops of heavenly dew, doesn't this person know how bitter it is to refine the body?

Then the young man's fingers on his eyebrows trembled slightly.

He didn't move again.

Just close your eyes tightly, and you can see the fluttering of the Adam's apple.

After a few moments, Yi Xiao was already soaked in cold sweat.

He closed his eyes tightly, and even squeezed out a smile on his face.

It's not hideous, but it's crazy.

Liu Chanqi couldn't believe that in the process of fighting this kind of pain, there was still anyone who could laugh?

From beginning to end, Yi Xiao didn't even let out a muffled snort.

After a long time, Liu Chanqi watched the young man slowly open his eyes.

Liu Chanqi said in a complicated manner: "Ten thousand knives into the center of the eyebrows, does this feeling hurt?"

The dragon and the snake at the back of his head no longer struggled, slowly retracted his body, and fell into a deep sleep, the young man let go of his numb five fingers, and his face was a little pale.

He smiled a little complicatedly, nodded, and shook his head again.

"It hurts. His Highness smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

Of course it hurts.

But this kind of pain is not as painful as the despair of heaven lacking immortality, and it is not as painful as watching the old Duan and the old Miao Sultan Saints leave one by one.

Yi Xiao was stunned, then smiled at Liu Chanqi and explained, "But I'm used to it. So it's nothing. ”

Liu Chanqi was in a trance.

......

A long time ago, that Buddhist boy named Liu Baichan didn't understand why someone was willing to endure the pain of dripping heavenly dew refining body.

He looked at the purple-shirted elder brother who was silent during the refining process, and he really couldn't figure it out.

Shen Hongying told him that only by suffering hardships can he become a master like Senior Brother.

Liu Bai Zen is stupid and stupid, and he thinks that the purple-shirted elder brother with a hippie smile on weekdays doesn't look like a human being.

Later, Liu Baichan watched the purple-shirted man who was silent and endured a huge amount of pain slowly began to emerge, conquering the world with iron and blood, and conceiving the north.

He kind of understood.

No pain, no gain.

Then he thought of the scene at the Luoyang City Gate in a trance.

On that day, the big day sank into the river, reflecting the blood of a river.

The palm of his big red lotus was cut off by him with a knife.

He looked at the purple-shirted man who was about to push himself off Qijiang.

The purple-shirted man carefully plucked out the arrows that pierced all over his body for him, and finally pulled out the one that pierced his heart.

Then stab into the palm of your own hand.

He smiled and said a word.

Unforgettable.

Liu Baichan lowered his head and looked at the big red lotus mark in his palm in a daze.

The sound of a cold tide echoes in my ears.

"Bai Zen, if one is alive and cannot endure more pain than others. ”

Then when the day of death comes, you will have to accept it more painfully than others. ”