In the cold pool water of Mianfenglang, Zheng Zhenzhen sits quietly with his eyes darkened.
The moonlight melted and cast quietly into the clear water, and the breeze blew by, and it shattered into thousands of cold lights. The white clothes on Zheng Zhenzhen's body were drenched, clinging to her body, outlining the beautiful arc of a girl. In late autumn, frost and dew were heavy, and the snow-capped mountains and cold pools were icy cold, but her expression was very peaceful.
After procrastinating for a few days, she finally almost finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones, and was able to adapt to the cold pool water.
Zheng Zhenzhen has been wanting to know where Yunqing has gone for a few days, but Mianfenglang is isolated from the outside world, and there is no news from the outside world at all. The only person she has met in the past few days is Jing Hua, but she dare not ask Jing Hua, after all, Yun Qing came here for impure purposes, it would be bad if she spoiled her affairs by talking too much.
Speaking of it, since Yun Qing's goal is the superior soul secret method of Guiling Temple, she won't really try to find a way to get into Guiling Temple.
As soon as this idea came to the fore, Zheng Zhenzhen couldn't stop thinking wildly. Since Yun Qing could get into the Hundred Flowers Festival at the Lutian Temple, of course, he could also enter Guiling Temple, which only accepts male disciples. At that time, after she was found out at the Temple of Heaven, she fled into the Thirteen Barriers in embarrassment. If they were accidentally discovered by Guiling Temple this time, wouldn't they offend two holy places in one go
Zheng Zhenzhen calculated carefully, and found that with the Mianfenglang where he was staying now, he should have offended three holy places. In fact, she'd better forget about it, Shiwan Dashan also wanted to have a cramp with Yun Qing.
Zheng Zhenzhen sighed, got up from the cold pool, raised his hand and pinched a weaving jade formula to cover his exposed skin.
"Is this the technique of walking on the Temple of Heaven?"
Jinghua came down from the mountain through the clouds, and peach blossoms flashed all over her body.
Zheng Zhenzhen nodded: "I am from Jingguo, and I used to study in Lutian Temple."
The Lutian Temple is divided into thousands of places, and the sub-altars in different places also have different responsibilities besides preaching the altar, such as imparting knowledge, adjudicating the law, accepting incense and offering sacrifices, and so on. Therefore, it is not surprising that the people of Jingguo have learned several techniques in Lutian Temple.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't lie, but it was also naturally misleading.
"Some background is good." Jinghua looked her up and down, "You have almost finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones. I will teach you the Dharma 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 teacher, naturally I can't force you. But I am a Dharma disciple, and it is my duty to teach you the Dharma." Jinghua explained.
"I'm slow in learning everything, can you pick something simple to teach?" Zheng Zhenzhen held the hem of his clothes awkwardly. Her comprehension is a bit lacking, although her aptitude for cultivating the Tao is good, and her xinxing can be said to be excellent, but she is always a step slower than others in her cultivation.
Jinghua was about to say how that was possible, but seeing her pitiful appearance, she couldn't bear it anymore. She stepped forward and rubbed Zheng Zhenzhen's wet hair, and said softly: "Slow down, slow down, sometimes it's a good thing to walk slowly."
"The Temple of Heaven inherits the human way and needs to adapt to the qualifications of most ordinary people, so it may be easier to get started. But the Mianfeng Gallery is different..." Jinghua picked up some more important things and said to Zheng Zhenzhen, "The Mianfeng Gallery is the way of immortality. , it is very difficult at the first hurdle of the entry, once the entry, the difference between the immortal and the ordinary will be immediately apparent. All the practice after that will take a long time and accumulate gradually. If you walk slowly and steadily, the cultivation of the state of mind will be more stable. That’s a good thing too.”
"I..." Zheng Zhen felt a little complicated in her heart, Jinghua was very patient with her, although she scolded a lot verbally, she actually took good care of her. She didn't know how long she was going to stay here, as soon as Yun Qing got the ancient books, she might start running away again. At that time, she didn't know how to face Jinghua.
Jinghua saw the hesitant look on her face, afraid that she would be under too much pressure, so she stopped talking to her about cultivation: "By the way, you still have one thing to remember."
"What, what's the matter?" Zheng Zhenzhen's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up at her with some guilt.
"You must have heard about the matter between Guiling Temple and us, right?" Jing Hua's eyes were serious.
Zheng Zhenxin tightened his grip and nodded: "Well, do you fight all day long?"
"..." Jinghua looked at her, and felt that she couldn't be serious even if she wanted to, "My sect and Guiling Temple have had a lot of quarrels, if you go out in the future, please be careful."
It was the first time Zheng Zhenzhen heard the people in Mianfenglang talk about the dispute between the two holy places, and he couldn't help being curious: "Why do you keep fighting every day? It doesn't look like a monk."
Jinghua considered her words, and finally said: "We are different from each other."
"Ah?" Zheng Zhenzhen didn't understand.
"You don't understand now, to be honest, I don't understand very well, but this is how it happened." Jing Hua didn't seem to particularly want to go deep into this topic.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't know how to read words and expressions, she said suspiciously: "I thought only casual cultivators like to fight and kill."
Jinghua flicked her forehead: "How can you compare us with Sanxiu?"
"Let's put it this way, the reason for fighting among casual cultivators is because they have time in Taoism, and they don't want to rely on their own strength to ask immortals to ask, and pin their hopes on magic weapons and elixir. But the fighting between holy places is different. Both of us have a pure heart of Taoism, and we have never lost the slightest bit of confusion in seeking Taoism, but it is this understanding of Taoism that led us to embark on the road of fighting each other."
Zheng Zhenzhen thought for a while, the casual cultivator thought that the magic weapon and the elixir could help them practice Taoism, so they killed people and seized the treasure. There must be something in the Holy Land that she didn’t know. .
"What is that? What are you fighting for?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked.
Jinghua didn't expect that she could understand, she was silent for a while before saying: "Tao Tong, we are fighting for Tao Tong."
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At the same time, in the Sutra Pavilion of Guiling Temple.
A thin figure passed through the blue lantern and the yellow scroll, appearing indistinctly among the tall bookshelves.
At this time Yun Qing had already changed into a monk's robe, and the bright red made her face paler. She walked past the bookshelves one by one, stopping under each one.
At a place out of the reach of the blue light, she pressed her hand to the edge of the bookshelf, closed her eyes and urged the book to move. Tiny and delicate fluctuations penetrated into every ancient book, and then bounced back to be received by Yun Qing. Such probing was exhausting, but not a single detail escaped it.
The bookshelf doesn't seem to be out of the ordinary either. Yun Qing sighed inwardly, then moved to the next bookshelf.
She has been receiving various important tasks in the Scripture Pavilion, but it was not until today that it was her turn to guard the Scripture Pavilion. Guarding yourself is a must.
She suddenly stopped in front of the next bookshelf, and she could see in her mind that there was a familiar person standing on the other side of this bookshelf.
"Brother?"
A slender hand took down a scripture from the bookshelf, Yun Qing raised her head, and saw Jue Luan's gentle but indifferent face 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 the bookshelves one by one and looked abnormal, and he actually said "I see you are busy".
"Brother, please do whatever you want." Yun Qing didn't say much, backed away from the bookshelf, and was about to walk to the table.
"Speaking of which, you haven't chosen the method of practice yet, have you?" Jue Luan casually said to Yun Qing while spreading out the ancient book.
Yun Qing had no choice but to stop, and said to him through the bookshelf: "I haven't taken the precepts yet, so I dare not comprehend Buddhism on my own."
"It's okay, I have the duty to teach the Dharma, just tell me what you want to learn." Jue Luan smiled kindly at her.
Under such circumstances, Yun Qing naturally did not dare to speak nonsense. She met Jue Luan's gaze and replied frankly: "I don't know what inheritance is in Guiling Temple, and I hope my brother will give me advice."
Jueluan looked at her for a while, then turned his eyes away, and turned a page of the Buddhist scriptures in his hand: "Kecheng Dao's only direct inheritance is the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Sutra of Changing Tendons. You are an inner disciple, and you can teach a part of it."
Every holy place has unique skills that can achieve the Dao, and each of them can be counted. This kind of inheritance cannot be passed on unless it is passed on directly, but there are also some ways to circumvent this. For example, the elders of Lu Tiantan were able to divide the Gentleman's Qianyuan Dao into thousands of branches, and each branch can be traced back to the Gentleman's Qianyuan Dao itself, so that the remnants of the Gentleman's Qianyuan Dao can be given to low-level disciples to practice.
The method of Guiling Temple is also similar. They are used to splitting the scriptures into many volumes, and each volume can be a chapter. In this way, the remnants can be passed on to the disciples at the bottom.
What Jueluan means is that she can pass on some of her unique knowledge of Guiling Temple.
"Brother, can you tell me a thing or two in detail?" Yun Qing thought that although these two books were not what she wanted, it would be great if she could learn the world's law and understand the world's way.
Jueluan's eyes stayed on the pages of the book, and he only said one sentence: "Easy tendons can become a vajra body, and washing the marrow can realize the dream of longevity."
Yun Qing had some guesses in her heart that the Yi Jin Jing and the Xi Sui Jing might complement each other. Just like the Great Sun Heitian Wheel of the Six Paths of Yan Mozong, the Wheel of Yan Mo Breaking Madness, and the Wheel of Wusheng of the Six Paths, each of them can become a great way, but the combination of the three wheels has another beauty.
"Who doesn't want to live forever, I hope my brother will pass on the marrow washing scripture to me." Yun Qing replied.
Jue Luan nodded, never taking his eyes off the book in his hand: "Tomorrow at noon, I will teach you the Thousand Words of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra in the Fa Chuanfa Hall."
Whether the Buddhist school accepts disciples or imparts the Dharma, there are many rituals. Jue Luan probably needs to make some preparations first.
"Thank you, brother." Yun Qing bowed slightly and thanked Jue Luan.
Jueluan closed the scriptures in his hand and said: "The moon is in the sky, you should go back."
Yun Qing would no longer be surprised that he knew exactly how long he had been in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. This man had indeed been keeping a close eye on her recently.
She bid farewell to Jueluan, and when she went out, she met a disciple who changed shifts, who seemed to be very 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, and countless white lotus flowers appeared on the edge of the yellowed pages, these lotus flowers were either open or closed, with various postures and lifelike.
He put this book in his arms, and then took a few more books from other bookshelves, and said to the guarding disciple with a smile: "I will take a few secret books away first."
"Master, please do whatever you want." The guard disciple clasped his hands together and said respectfully.