"The assassin has been killed by Ben Hou, so stand down, don't make too much noise, so as not to alarm your family, and pack up the body and bury it deeply. The crossbow guards and the Mo Dao guards all retreated. ”

The light of the torch flickered against the face of Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji Guanyu.

Two Taoist priests on the ground who were pierced through the chest by a long sword.

Hong Xuanji stood in a row of lunges behind him, his long knife unsheathed, wearing heavy iron armor, but he breathed easily like a feather coat, and his awe-inspiring aura was so fierce that the knife hand came out of his body.

This is the guard of jīng rui in the Hou Mansion, "Mo Dao Guard"!

The hundred refining jīng steel long knives in their hands were all four fingers wide, almost as long as a man, and everyone stood there, so fierce that they seemed to be able to split in half with people and horses.

When Hong Xuanji was young, he once led the "Mo Sword Soldiers" with 800 infantry to hedge against the 1,000 black armor jīng horses of the Yunmeng Empire, creating the myth of breaking the cavalry with steps.

And now there are only 30 "Mo Dao Guards" in the mansion, but all of them are Jīng Rui in the former "Mo Dao Soldiers", Hong Xuanji's personal soldiers.

Any one of the "Mo Dao Guards" is a martial artist who can defeat dozens of soldiers with his bare hands.

What's more, after they are covered in iron armor and holding "Mo Knife"?

In this way, the martial arts warriors who came out of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood were easy to destroy, and the ghosts and gods could not get close!

What's even more terrifying is that there are also thirty or forty armed crossbows scattered around, the arrows have been wound, and jǐngti is aiming around, ready to aim at the guards who are sending shè at any time.

This is the "strong crossbow guard" of the Hou Mansion!

The crossbow machine in their hands is dark red, and there is a scale on the fuselage for aiming. The tightly crumbling string is full of power, and as long as you look at it, you will feel that the arrow has passed through your body!

This is the special "Divine Arm Crossbow" of the Daqian Dynasty, which has the power of three stones {that is, three hundred catties}, even the samurai have to use their feet to kick the arrow on the wind, and these crossbowmen can easily pull it away with their hands!

The "Divine Arm Crossbow" can wear iron armor in fifty steps!

Thirty or forty crossbows jīng do Qi shè, even if you are a powerful martial arts master, you have to hate on the spot.

Mo Dao Guard's lunge and bright sword guarded the surroundings, the iron arrows of the crossbow guard were scattered around, Hong Xuanji stood on the spot, in the light of the fire, he was dressed in brocade and purple and gold, as if he was a martial arts giant who could never be knocked down.

"Put out the torches! Don't alarm your family! Carry away the dead bodies! Bury them in a deep pit!" After hearing Hong Xuanji's words, the leader of a Mo Dao Guard raised his hand.

Boom!

There was only one sound in the thirty knives into the sheath, and it was terrifyingly neat.

The torches were extinguished at the same time, leaving only starlight.

"Master Hou, the end will be late, please punish Master Hou!"

The leader of the Mo Dao Guard stepped forward, stood in front of Hong Xuanji, and then made a false bow of kneeling on one knee.

He did not kneel down, because the iron armor on his body was too heavy to give full salutes. The "cold steel heavy armor" of the Daqian Dynasty was forged from cold iron, and it was fully draped and weighed 120 catties. Only a strong martial artist can still move freely after wearing it.

"I have only spoken to the assassin for a few words, and you are in armor and weapons in your hands, this kind of action is three breaths faster than when you were in the army, how can I punish you. ”

Wu Wenhou Hong Xuanji said, pressing his hand down, "Undress your armor and go back to sleep." ”

"But, Master Hou, your safety...."

"In this world, those who can kill me are not only immortals who have cultivated into yang gods, but also human immortals who are the ultimate in martial arts. It's a pity that these two kinds of people haven't been able to come out of the world yet......"

Hong Xuanji looked up at the sky, "Bai Ziyue, since you are coming to fight me, don't let me down." ”

Watching his subordinates withdraw, Hong Xuanji remembered the spirit he felt just now: "That spirit has been hurt by me, even if it slips away, it's not a big deal, the spirit is too frightened, but it can't be recovered, and it will run out of oil in more than ten days." ”

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Hong Yi's spirit floated out violently, and the wolf rushed to shock.

Fortunately, he is a wandering spirit, formless and substantial, and can penetrate walls and objects without being blocked, otherwise he would have been hit on the head and bleeding.

When Ben rushed to the small courtyard where he lived in the northwest corner of the Hou Mansion, his soul returned to his shell. Hong Yi was still in shock, feeling his heart pounding, and his mind was congested and groggy.

It's a feeling for the rest of your life.

"Scholars pay attention to calmness, unhurried and unhurried, even if it is a knife and axe, the heart does not beat and does not frown, such a state of mind cultivation and concentration, it seems that I am far from reaching. ”

After a long time, Hong Yi couldn't calm down and felt very tired, but he just couldn't sleep and couldn't rest.

There is a feeling of swelling in the head.

"It's hurting the spirit...."

Hong Yi knew that he had wandered to the main mansion just now, and he was too shocked, and he had already hurt his soul by running wildly all the way.

Great joy and sorrow, great sorrow, great fear, great fear, great shock, great earthquake, all of them are very sad. This is known not only to cultivators, but also to scholars.

Some scholars, occasionally see a wonderful woman, after going back, they don't think about tea and dinner, they think about it, they lose weight in ten days and a half months, and finally they die of a serious illness, which also hurts their souls.

After the injury, the person is very tired, but he just can't settle down and can't rest well. Insomnia, forgetfulness, and distraction throughout the night.

The god of Hong Yi jīng could not concentrate or be quiet, let alone return to the point where his mind was like calm water.

Burning a calming sandalwood stick, Hong Yi washed his hands again, then grinded ink to calm his mind and wrote the word "quiet".

But at this point, this method actually didn't work.

The heart can't calm down, which affects the font is crooked, the rough edges are thick, and the calligraphy is very substandard.

"The heart can't be quiet, and the word "quiet" will naturally not be written well. This font shows the frizz in my heart... I don't know if my father found out about me, did he see any clues?" Hong Yi looked at the frizzy words on the table and rubbed the paper off.

"I can't sleep, and my gods can't be still, and if I hurt my spirit, I will lose my soul, and I am afraid that in ten days I will run out of oil and die." Hong Yi smiled bitterly.

"Well, let's take a look at the Mida Sutra. ”

Hong Yi took out the "Mida Sutra" from the place where his body was close to the flesh, spread it out on the bed, and admired it by the starlight outside.

This time, he did not read the scriptures, but purely from the perspective of appreciating the calligraphy and painting.

"Even if this character is a contemporary calligrapher Wang Kaizhi, I am afraid that I can't write it, if I have such a hand, I don't have to do the scriptures during the imperial examination, and I will be in high school if I write it. The charm of this Buddha is also unparalleled in the world. Even if you are good at painting religious figures, you will never be able to draw them......"

Painting Shengqian Daozi, is the highest achievement painter of the Great Qian Dynasty, the best at painting religious figures, once countless Taoist temples, Buddhist temples have invited him to paint the picture of immortals, the price of each painting, are worth 10,000 gold.

"The reason why the Mida Sutra is a supreme sutra is not because of how profound his teachings are, and there are no shortcuts to the path of cultivation. No matter how clever the trick is, it is impossible to become a yang god once cultivated. But the nobility of this sutra is the verve of calligraphy and painting...... The words and pictures contain the purest jīng essence of Buddhism. Although I don't worship Buddhism, I can't help but admire this kind of painting and charm..."

Suddenly, Hong Yi had a glimmer of realization in his heart.

He admired calligraphy and painting with a pure eye.

As soon as this enlightenment appeared, the Buddha was deeply engraved in his head.

Bang!

In the depths of Hong Yi's soul, it seemed that there was suddenly another Buddha, hanging in the void.

Contemplating this past Buddha who was like his previous life, Hong Yi's mind suddenly became extremely peaceful, and he felt an endless void, the sky and the earth were big, and I was allowed to roam.

Hong Yi was extremely calm, and he no longer felt sad. It's a warm soul, like bathing in a hot spring.

I fell asleep and had no dreams all night.

When I woke up, it was already bright again.

"I slept so well, it was as if the sky was bright as soon as I fell down. ”

Hong Yi got up in the morning, stretched his waist, and between breaths, he was refreshed, and he opened his mouth to exhale, but there was no smell of bad breath.

The feeling of being frightened and tired and unable to sleep after last night's trauma was completely gone, replaced by an infinite amount of faith and satisfaction.

Hong Yi knew that all the damage to his soul was healed.

The practice of the Mida Sutra does not lie in how deep the Dharma is, but the greatest effect is the image on the Sutra, after comprehending the charm, visualizing this Buddha in the mind, can suppress all horrors and eliminate joy. Quickly repair damaged spirits.

Cultivators, when their souls come out of their shells, they will inevitably suffer a variety of injuries. And by visualizing the image of the Mida Sutra, you can restore the soul as quickly as possible.

It's like a person who practices martial arts, and there is inevitably someone who hurts his muscles and bones. "Wounding tendons and moving bones for 100 days" takes 100 days to cultivate, but if there is a panacea, if you hurt your tendons on the first day, apply it, and it will be fine on the second day. How fast will this martial arts practitioner progress, and how powerful will it be?

The Buddha on the "Mida Sutra" is the pinnacle of the Tao of painting, and the visualization exists in the thoughts of the soul, which is like a panacea!

Overnight, all of Hong Yi's damaged souls recovered.

In such a state, even Hong Xuanji couldn't expect it.