Qin Xianyu was vaguely shocked.

The people who meet the dragon and tiger soar through the clouds and fog, and they are actually banned?

Since the intersection of the dragon and the tiger has been cultivated, the clouds and fog have been like a gesture, as if instinct, but today they were actually banned?

He suddenly remembered that three years ago, someone had carved a formation at the bottom of the mountain, trapping him, and at that time he was unable to fly. But this time, it was much more powerful than the formation three years ago.

"Could it be that there are formations around here too?"

He didn't dare to be careless, pulled out the Qingli sword with his backhand, and tossed it nearby, but he didn't find the formation lines.

"What's going on?"

Qin Xianyu was even more stunned, but he didn't think much about it, he collected his thoughts, calmed down, and went to the depths of the mountain range.

After all, Yinghuang Mountain is too mysterious, it is the first Jedi of the Great Virtue Holy Dynasty, listening to the Taoist capital Jinlong, Qin Xianyu can guess that this Yinghuang Mountain, in fact, even demon immortals like them dare not despise it at all.

Since Ying Huangshan is so amazing, it is not surprising that it has the effect of prohibiting the sky.

It's just that Yinghuang Mountain must be more than a little different.

Qin Xianyu was about to take a step, when he suddenly paused.

He heard a voice.

The voice was talking, very fast, the words were slurred, but they had a peculiar charm.

"Chanting?"

Qin Xianyu raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that there were many trees in the deep mountains and dense forests, and there were many weeds and flowers in the middle. But with his eyesight, he still couldn't see a human figure.

He pondered slightly, clenched the Qingli Sword in his hand, and closed his eyes.

The surrounding area was silent.

Windy.

The leaves shake.

The birds and beasts in the distance were all frightened away by his breath. Worms lurk on the ground.

The voice muttered.

It's an older voice. It seems to be a Buddhist scripture that comes out.

Voices rang through the air. It slightly caused the air to vibrate and spread to Qin Xianyu's body, and his skin seemed to be slightly touched. But this movement was so subtle that it was better than the power of perception at the peak of the dragon and tiger, and still only a very subtle change could be detected.

"It seems to be...... Born and dying?"

He listened carefully, and suddenly realized that the voice was beside him.

But there were no other living beings around him, let alone people, even birds and beasts were all frightened away by him. How can there be a monk who recites the scriptures, and what he recites is actually the Sutra of Birth and Death?

Qin Xianyu sensed carefully, his pupils shrunk, and his ears lifted.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Here!"

Qin Xianyu suddenly turned around, and the Qingli Sword slashed through the big tree from top to bottom.

This big tree is hugged by more than ten people, and the trunk is extremely thick, and it has grown for tens of thousands of years before it grows so thick and tall.

After the sword is cut off. There was no movement.

The blade was thin, leaving only a thin crack in the tree. But the trees are too thick to see, and the cracks seem to be there.

Qin Xianyu's eyes lit up slightly, and the Zen sound in his ears seemed to be a little louder, it seemed that this sword had not failed. Then he struck the tree into a triangular shape with two swords, the blade of which went deep into the trunk, and he pushed the hilt forward to pry out the triangular wooden block.

The tree was slashed by the sword, and the crack was as if it had been burned by flames.

Qin Xianyu didn't pay attention to it, he only saw the scene inside from the crack in the trunk.

This triangular notch, with many golden flashes, is dazzling.

The sound of the Buddha came from it, and it gradually became so grand that it almost made people's bodies tremble with it.

Among the trees, an old monk sat cross-legged, facing west, sideways to Qin Xianyu in the south.

The monk's eyebrows were gray, his head was smooth, and his face was wrinkled, like the skin of a teenager. Although his skin is not wrinkled, he seems to be a young man, but his appearance is really an old man, which makes people look very strange, in a trance, he seems to be a young man, and he looks like an old man, which makes people mistakenly think that he has an illusion.

The monk was dressed in a robe, holding a rosary in his hand, a pair of long ears hanging down to his shoulders, his eyes were closed, his mouth was reciting scriptures, his lips were moving rapidly, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were also rapidly rotating with the sound.

"Poor Dao Feather, I don't know the master's name?"

Qin Xianyu made a joke and asked again.

But the old monk ignored it, and chanted endlessly, as if he had not heard it.

Qin Xianyu frowned slightly, he carefully looked at the old monk who was in the trees and in the golden light, and could conclude that what he saw in front of him was not an illusion, nor an illusion, that the old monk was indeed in the trees.

But there was no reason why he couldn't hear it.

Qin Xianyu stood for a moment, and then he understood that the old monk was not unheard, but was chanting the scriptures, and he didn't want to stop halfway, so he didn't answer.

It is important to save Ning'er, although Qin Xianyu is curious, he has no intention of staying. After taking a look, he beckoned to take the piece of charred black wood that he pried out, and wanted to stuff the piece back in, and then went into the mountain to find Kuda and rescue Ning'er.

It's just that as soon as he picked up the wooden block, he paused slightly.

I saw that among the trees, the old monk had already turned around and faced Qin Xianyu, his eyes were open, and his eyes were clear. He was chanting the scriptures in his mouth, but there was already a slight light in his eyes.

Qin Xianyu was startled at first, and then knew what the old monk meant.

It seems that the Sutra of Life and Death has come to an end, and there are only a few words left.

......

Qin Xianyu has been cultivating for several years, and he knows many things, and he no longer feels ignorant about many things.

Chanting sutras and reciting Buddha is actually not only meditation people who practice Buddhism, but also many Zen temples in the world. Even if you don't talk about meditation people, most of them are ordinary temple monks, but there are not many who really know how to recite them.

People who really know how to recite the scriptures are not necessarily cultivators, but they all have many skills on how to pronounce them.

In fact, there are many particularities in how to recite the scriptures, and those who know how to recite the scriptures have their own different pronunciations, the same word, the same sound, and when they open their mouths to pronounce the scriptures, they are actually different. As for how to pronounce the pronunciation is more useful, it depends on the level of personal comprehension skills.

In the martial arts, there are monks who sit cross-legged for several hours, their legs and feet are not numb or soft, they chant for several hours, their mouths are not dry, they are not dry, but their blood is active, and their spirits are hundredfold.

Because sound can make people vibrate.

According to the Taoist book, there are 12 layers in the throat of living beings, which are the places where the vibrations are pronounced. According to the book, the sound is originally caused by concussions, and when a person speaks, his throat will vibrate, and if he presses his hand on his back, he will notice a slight tremor behind him.

Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, there are many scriptures, often recited and recited, perseverance, or no illness, or prolonged life, or calmed the mind, or exorcised evil spirits, or blessed by the gods, and so on.

But in fact, it is because the sound is born from vibrations, causing some changes in the blood and qi meridians, and even the viscera. There are some differences in the vibrations and oscillations of different syllables, which can be beneficial and disadvantageous, as well as useless.

The scriptures, on the other hand, find these syllables that are beneficial to the human body, combine them, and recite them to form a vibration.

The various types of scriptures with different syllable combinations have different uses, and thus various scriptures have been derived, each with different uses.

It is said that those who really know how to recite the scriptures and insist on reciting the scriptures every day can avoid all diseases and prolong their lives.

Actually, this is already a different type of cultivation method, but in comparison, this kind of method seems a little more secluded. (To be continued......)