In the cold pool of Mianfeng Gallery, Zheng Zhenzhen sat quietly with his eyes closed. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
The moonlight melts and casts calmly into the clear water. When the breeze blows, it breaks into thousands of cold lights. The white clothes on Zheng Zhenzhen's body were soaked and clinging to her body, outlining the girl's beautiful curves. There was heavy frost and dew in late autumn, and the cold pool in the snow-capped mountains was bone-chilling, but her expression was very peaceful.
After procrastinating for several days, she finally almost completed the marrow cleaning and bone cutting, and was able to adapt to the cold water.
Zheng Zhenzhen has been wanting to know where Yun Qing has gone for the past few days, but Mianfenglang is isolated from the world and there is no news from the outside world at all. The only person she had seen in the past few days was Jinghua, but she did not dare to ask Jinghua. After all, Yun Qing came here with an impure purpose, and it would be bad if she ruined her business by talking too much.
Speaking of which, since Yun Qing's goal is the superior soul secret method of Guiling Temple, she won't really find a way to escape into Guiling Temple.
As soon as this idea came to mind, Zheng Zhenzhen couldn't stop thinking wildly. Since Yun Qing could sneak into the Hundred Flowers Festival at the Temple of Heaven, of course he could also enter Guiling Temple, which only accepted male disciples. At that time, she was discovered at Lutian Temple and fled into the Thirteen Barriers in panic. If she was accidentally discovered by Guiling Temple this time, wouldn't they have offended two holy places in one fell swoop
Zheng Zhenzhen calculated carefully and found that including the Mianfeng Gallery where he was currently staying, he should have offended three holy places. In fact, she had underestimated it. Shiwandashan also wanted to peel off Yun Qing's skin and get cramps.
Zheng Zhenzhen sighed, stood up from the cold pool, raised his hand and pinched a jade-weaving technique to cover his exposed skin.
"Is this the magic of Lu Tiantan?"
Jinghua fell from the mountain through the clouds, and peach blossoms flashed around her body.
Zheng Zhenzhen nodded: "I am from the Jing Kingdom, and I studied at the Temple of Heaven."
The Temple of Heaven is divided into many categories. In addition to preaching the law, the altars in various places also have different responsibilities, such as imparting knowledge, judging laws, accepting incense and worship, etc. Therefore, it is not surprising that people from the Jing Kingdom learned several spells at the Temple of Heaven.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't lie, but he was also naturally misleading.
"It doesn't matter if you have some foundation," Jinghua looked her up and down, "You've almost finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones. I'll teach you the method tomorrow, how about it?"
"Ah?" Zheng Zhenzhen said in surprise, "Do you still want to be my master?"
"Since you don't want to be a disciple, I naturally can't force you. But I am a disciple who teaches the Dharma, and it is my duty to teach you the Dharma." Jinghua explained.
"I'm slow at learning everything. Can you pick something simple to teach me?" Zheng Zhenzhen tugged at the corner of his clothes a little nervously. "Elegant*Wen*Word*Emotion*First*Fa" Her understanding is a bit lacking. Although her cultivation aptitude is good and her character can be said to be excellent, her practice is always slower than others.
Jinghua was about to say how could that be possible, but couldn't bear it when she saw her pitiful look. She stepped forward and rubbed Zheng Zhenzhen's wet hair, and said softly: "Slower, slower. Sometimes walking slowly is a good thing."
"To inherit the human way in the Temple of Heaven, you need to adapt to the qualifications of most ordinary people, so it may be easier to get started. But Mianfeng Gallery is different..." Jinghua picked up some more important things and said to Zheng Zhenzhen, "Mianfeng Gallery is the immortal way. , it is very difficult to get started, but once you get started, the difference between immortals and mortals is immediately apparent. All subsequent practices will require long years and gradual accumulation. If you walk slowly and solidly, the cultivation of your state of mind will be more stable. It’s also a good thing.”
"I..." Zheng Zhenzhen felt a little complicated. Jinghua was very patient with her. Although she scolded her a lot verbally, she actually took good care of her. She didn't know how long she would stay here, and Yun Qing would probably start running away again as soon as she got the classics. At that time, she didn't know how to face Jinghua.
Seeing the hesitation on her face, Jinghua was afraid that she would be too stressed, so she stopped talking to her about her practice: "By the way, there is one more thing you need to remember."
"What, what's the matter?" Zheng Zhenzhen's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up at her with a guilty conscience.
"You must have heard about the matter between Guiling Temple and us, right?" Jinghua had a solemn look in his eyes.
Zheng Zhen was really nervous and nodded: "Well, you guys fight all day long?"
"..." Jinghua looked at her and felt that she couldn't be serious even if she wanted to. "There are many conflicts between our sect and Guiling Temple. If you go out in the future, be careful."
This was the first time that Zheng Zhenzhen heard people from Mianfenglang talking about the dispute between these two holy places. She couldn't help but be curious: "Why do you keep fighting every day? This doesn't look like what a cultivator would do."
Jinghua thought about her words for a while, and finally said: "We are all aliens to each other."
"Ah?" Zheng Zhenzhen didn't understand.
"You don't understand yet. To be honest, I don't understand it very well either, but that's what happened." Jinghua didn't seem to particularly want to delve into this topic.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't know how to read people's words. She said doubtfully: "I thought only casual cultivators like to fight and kill."
Jinghua flicked her forehead: "How can you compare us with San Xiu?"
"Let's put it this way, the reason why the casual cultivators are fighting is because they have no time for Taoism and do not want to rely on their own strength to seek immortality. They place their hopes on magic weapons and elixirs. But the fighting between holy places is different. We Everyone has a pure heart and pursues the Tao wholeheartedly, without any confusion. However, it is this understanding of the Tao that puts us on the road of fighting each other."
Zheng Zhenzhen thought about it for a while. The casual cultivators believed that magic weapons and elixirs could help them cultivate Taoism, so they killed people to seize the treasures. There must be something in the Holy Land that she didn't know. All the people in the Holy Land thought they could use this to cultivate Taoism, so they fought with each other endlessly. .
"What is that? What are you fighting for?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked.
Jinghua didn't expect that she could understand it, so she was silent for a moment before saying, "Dao Tong, we are fighting for Dao Tong."
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At the same time, in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Guiling Temple.
A thin figure passed through the green lanterns and yellow scrolls, looking shadowy among the tall bookshelves.
Yun Qing had already put on the monk's robe at this time, and the bright red color made her face look even paler. She walked past the bookshelves one by one, pausing under each one.
In a place where the green lantern could not reach, she pressed her hand on the edge of the bookshelf and closed her eyes to activate the book. Tiny and delicate fluctuations penetrate into every ancient book, then bounce back and be absorbed by Yun Qing. This exploration is laborious, but not a single detail escapes.
This bookshelf seems to be the same. Yun Qing sighed in his heart, then moved towards the next bookshelf.
She has been receiving various important tasks in the Sutra Pavilion, but it was not her turn to guard the Sutra Pavilion until today. Guarding yourself against theft is a must.
She suddenly stopped in front of the next bookshelf. In her mind, she could see a familiar person standing on the other side of this bookshelf.
"Senior brother?"
A slender hand took down a scripture from the bookshelf. Yun Qing raised his head and saw Jue Luan's gentle but indifferent face revealed in the gap.
"Well, I saw you were busy so I didn't bother you."
Yun Qing's heart tightened, and he didn't know how long this guy had been standing here. She touched each bookshelf and saw that it was not normal. He actually said, "I see you are busy."
"Senior brother, please feel free to do so." Yun Qing didn't say much, stepped away from the bookshelf, and was about to walk to the desk.
"Speaking of which, you haven't chosen a method of practice yet, right?" Jue Luan said to Yun Qing casually as he spread out the ancient book.
Yun Qing had no choice but to stop and said to him across the bookshelf: "I haven't taken the precepts yet, so I don't dare to understand the Buddha's teachings on my own."
"It doesn't matter. I have the responsibility to teach the Dharma. Just tell me what you want to learn." Jue Luan smiled kindly at her.
Yun Qing naturally did not dare to speak nonsense in this situation. She faced Jueluan's gaze and replied frankly: "I don't know what the inheritance of Guiling Temple is, and I hope my senior brother can give me some advice."
Jue Luan looked at her for a while, then withdrew his gaze and turned over a page of the Buddhist scripture in his hand: "The only secret knowledge that can be passed down from the direct descendants of Kecheng Dao is the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and the Yijin Sutra. You are an inner disciple, so you can teach some of them."
Every holy land has its unique skills that can lead to the great path, and every one of them can be counted. This kind of inheritance cannot be taught unless it is directly passed down, but there are some ways to avoid this. For example, Senior Lu Tiantan can divide Junzi Qianyuan Dao into thousands of branches, and each branch can be traced back to Junzi Qianyuan Dao itself. In this way, the remnants of Junzi Qianyuan Dao can be given to lower-level disciples to practice.
Guiling Temple's method is similar. They are used to splitting the scriptures into many volumes, and each volume can be an independent chapter. In this way, the fragments can be passed on to lower-level disciples.
Jue Luan meant that he could pass on part of Guiling Temple's secret knowledge to her.
"Senior brother, can you tell me something in detail?" Yun Qing thought that although these two books were not what she wanted, it would be great if she could use them to learn about the world's teachings.
Jue Luan's eyes stayed on the page and only said one sentence: "Easy tendons can transform into a diamond body, and washing marrow can achieve the dream of immortality."
Yun Qing had some suspicions in his mind that the Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Jing might complement each other. Just like the Great Sun Black Celestial Wheel, the Yama Delusion Wheel, and the Six Paths Unborn Wheel of the Six Paths of Yama Sect, each of them individually can become a great avenue, but the combination of the three wheels has another beauty.
"Who doesn't want to live forever? I hope my senior brother will teach me the Marrow Cleansing Sutra." Yun Qing replied.
Jue Luan nodded, his eyes never leaving the book in his hand: "Tomorrow at noon, I will teach you the Thousand-Character Marrow Cleansing Sutra in the Dharma Hall."
Whether the Buddhists accept disciples or teach the Dharma, there are many rituals. Jue Luan probably needs to make some preparations first.
"Thank you, senior brother." Yun Qing bowed slightly and thanked Jueluan.
Jue Luan closed the scripture in his hand and said: "The moon is in the sky, it's time for you to go back."
Yun Qing was no longer surprised that he knew clearly how long she had been guarding the Sutra Pavilion. This man had indeed been keeping a close eye on her recently.
She excused herself to Jueluan, and when she went out, she met the disciple who was changing her shift. The man seemed shocked that Jueluan was here late at night.
Jue Luan glanced at the bright moonlight outside the window. The warm light shone on the book in his hand. Countless white lotus flowers appeared on the edges of the yellowed pages. These lotus flowers were either open or closed, with various postures and lifelike shapes.
He put the book in his arms, and then took down a few more books from other bookshelves. He smiled and said to the guarding disciple, "I'll take a few secret books away first."
"Master, please feel free to do so." The guarding disciple clasped his hands together and said respectfully.