"It seems that Fellow Daoist Xie really knows."
Xie Buchen's reaction naturally fell clearly into Jianchou's eyes, because she never took her eyes off him from beginning to end.
Of course, Xie Buchen did not disappoint her.
At that moment just now, she just didn't want Xie Buchen to be too comfortable, so she wanted to find something to "stimulate" it.
She always remembered the interrupted burning of incense in the old house in Jiyu Wuxucheng, and the words formed by water stains on the window -
Kill Xie Buchen and cut off seven parts of his soul!
Who was the person who left the message and what his origin was? Jianchou still doesn't know, and he has no way of telling whether the other person is good or evil, friend or enemy.
The three words “seven parts of soul” that I just uttered were indeed a complete test.
But the result of the test was obviously very surprising.
Xie Buchen not only knew about this so-called "seven parts of the soul", but also had a strong reaction to it.
Just imagine how important this secret is
It actually made a ruthless character like him, who had already cultivated himself to be as calm as water and never showed his emotions, change color!
only…
"What a pity. Brother Xie seems to not want to talk about it at all."
Jianchou narrowed his eyes and smiled, appearing extremely sincere.
But the expression that became particularly happy because of the successful test did not subside at all, and it became even more eye-catching in Xie Buchen's eyes.
She casually opened her own door and said goodbye to him: "Then, see you at night."
After saying this, he walked in without caring about Xie Buchen's expression, then turned around and closed the door, leaving Xie Buchen standing alone outside the narrow corridor, without even having time to get rid of the sudden coldness on his body.
He was clearly prepared for whatever might happen next.
For example, they continued to insinuate about the "Seven Souls", or even directly interrogated, or even fought...
But there is none.
It's like you've prepared all your defenses, just waiting for a fight to start in the next moment. But in the end, nothing happens.
It's more painful than punching into cotton.
What the person being punished fears most is not the moment when the butcher knife falls, but the moment when the butcher knife is hanging over his head but has not yet fallen.
At this moment, Jianchou is the one holding the butcher knife.
Xie Buchen had thought of a million possible situations, but the one just now was not one of them.
The door in front of him was still in the state of being about to open, with cracks on it like the smiling faces of onlookers. In Xie Buchen's eyes, it revealed a deep and deep mockery and sarcasm!
He slowly closed his eyes, suppressing all the strong emotions surging in his eyes. When he opened them again, his cold eyes were like the surface of a lake covered with thin ice, without any ripples.
“Crack.”
The old wooden door made a rather harsh sound when pushed open.
Xie Buchen entered the room and closed the door. Almost out of habit, he set up a formation in the house to isolate it from outside detection.
There is a small square table near the window in the room.
He walked over, and the Human Emperor Sword appeared in his hand, which he gently placed on the table; then a dark black jade ruler was placed next to the Human Emperor Sword.
The sword is named Minghuang and the ruler is named Mogui.
Whether it is the sword or the ruler, they are the best among Kunwu's collection of magical weapons, but in Xie Buchen's view, these are just "external weapons".
He can live without the Human Emperor Sword or the Ink Ruler, but his Seventh Soul...
For a moment, he wanted to summon the ordinary sword from the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple. But at this moment, he only looked at the closed door and finally gave up the idea.
He is a scheming person and not a good person.
But the woman who lived in the room opposite him had always been very smart, let alone now.
He understood everything about her.
only…
The doubt that had appeared in his mind since Jianchou mentioned the "seven-part soul" had not dissipated until this moment -
When this sword was on an isolated island in the human world, it had not yet been given the name "Seven-Point Soul".
After arriving at Kunwu, he only mentioned it to Gu Qingmei occasionally. As for the mystery and secrets, only he knew it. Even Master Hengxu thought it was just like everyone else, thinking it was an ordinary sword...
So, how did Jianchou know about it, and why did he ask about this sword
For a moment, Xie Buchen actually felt like he was being watched and plotted against.
It was as if someone was secretly watching him, observing his every move, and then gently moving a few pieces on the chessboard he had set up...
And he may be in danger of losing his life in this game.
Oppression, repression.
A feeling of suffocation that is almost breathtaking!
He placed his fingers on the ink gauge, exerting force little by little, until his knuckles turned white. However, after searching through everything he knew and learned, he still had no clue.
See, worry.
Thinking about it now, her name is really suitable.
The heavy shadow suddenly became lingering, and in this moment, it quietly appeared in Xie Buchen's eyes. He looked at the door, as if he could see Jianchou in the opposite room through it.
At this time, Jianchou's gaze actually fell on the door.
But unlike Xie Buchen's face which was solemn and gloomy as if a storm was about to come, she still had a smile on her lips. Her spiritual consciousness easily reached the house opposite, but was blocked by the formation outside.
"That's careful enough..."
It was obvious that he didn't want Jianchou to know what was going on inside.
After all, although the two of them were in the same business, there were no so-called "old friends" or "old acquaintances" between them. On the contrary, they all knew that there was only an irreconcilable hatred between the two of them!
However, the more Xie Buchen did this, the more Jianchou became certain that he had found the right one.
"Kill Xie Buchen and cut off seven parts of his soul." She wanted to kill Xie Buchen, but she had no idea what "seven parts of his soul" were.
Maybe it is related to a spirit, or maybe it is just the name of an object.
What she cares more about is the connection between these eight words.
Is it just a coincidence that "Kill Xie Buchen" and "Cut off seven parts of his soul" are connected together, or is there some causal connection between them
Not clear.
She now knows too little.
Jianchou sat cross-legged on the kang against the wall, thinking for a while, but still had no more clues. But when he thought that he and Xie Buchen might have to "seek the skin of a tiger" for a while after this trip, he calmed down.
There are still plenty of opportunities for spying.
Don’t worry if there are no results for the time being. As long as you have a direction, won’t it be easy to check it later
Thinking like this, Jianchou's mood quickly calmed down.
All worldly matters are gone from the mind, and thoughts become smooth and clear.
The body and mind suddenly entered a state as transparent as glass, and the spiritual energy and soul power in the body began to flow quietly.
The Lantern Sword was placed flat on her knees.
Because of the physical and mental connection with Jianchou, the spiritual energy and soul power slowly flowed through the sword while passing through Jianchou's body.
The twenty-one precious flowers on the sword seemed to be lit and gradually became brighter.
After the spiritual power flowed through, it slowly dimmed and extinguished.
Her breathing seemed like the breathing of the sword.
Then Jianchou was suddenly enveloped by that kind of Zen spirit, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a warm light.
As the flow of spiritual power on the sword became more and more stable, it gradually became a circulating river, and the entire Ran Deng sword gradually "came to life".
The one with the precious pattern closest to the hilt of the sword floated up first.
It became brighter and brighter, casting its shadow three inches above the sword, and then began to rotate slowly as it was flushed with pure spiritual power.
One circle, two circles, three circles.
After three turns, the scattered light quietly disappeared and reattached to the sword.
The first step in sword training is generally called "cultivating the sword".
It is to use one's own breath and spiritual power to nourish the sword that one has practiced, so that the sword can gradually recognize the person, the breath can blend, and the person and sword can become one.
Most of the time, this is also the first level of sword cultivation.
Every famous sword has the character of a famous sword.
Different swords have different methods of cultivation, so naturally there are various divisions of fields and realms.
Being able to maintain and use a sword means that one has mastered the "sword style" and has mastered its appearance, which is the first level;
The second level is to comprehend the essence of the sword you use, draw the sword with emotion, stimulate the sword energy, and get its essence.
When one can achieve the unity of man and sword, the fusion of form and intention, and truly "enlighten" the sword, and the sword expresses the meaning, then one can be said to have comprehended the inner charm and obtained its spirit, which is the third level.
Jianchou really didn't know much about this Burning Lamp Sword.
But when she saw the emerging Baoxiang flower pattern, she knew that the method she used was correct.
In addition, her current cultivation level is extremely high, and she came into contact with the way of sword much later than ordinary cultivators, so the speed of her cultivation at this moment is extremely terrifying.
If an ordinary cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Pill Stage wanted to make the pattern of the Treasure Flower emerge and rotate it three times, it would probably take three to five hours with full concentration.
But seeing sorrow, one flower can be completed in just half a moment.
Once you are sure that your method is correct, speed is even easier to come by.
With no distractions in his mind, he poured pure spiritual energy into the sword.
Suddenly, in the entire simple house, golden light flashed continuously, and one precious flower pattern after another emerged and slowly fell down.
Starting from the blade near the hilt, it gradually spreads towards the tip of the sword...
One, two, three...
The sky outside gradually darkened, and the cold wind in the dim twilight slapped the paper-covered wooden window on the left, and there were faint noisy voices coming from some people. But Jianchou, who was immersed in his cultivation, was unaware of this.
Her calm face, illuminated by the dark golden light emitted by the shadow of the last Baoxiang flower, actually had a hint of compassion.
The shadow spun lightly in the air three inches above the sword, as if dancing. The scattered, gentle light also swayed with it.
One circle, two circles, three circles.
After three turns, the Baoxiang Flower pattern that was supposed to fall directly suddenly lit up!
“Buzz!”
The entire Burning Lamp Sword seemed to be affected by the pattern and began to tremble. The other twenty precious flower patterns on the sword also floated up one by one.
There are a total of twenty-one patterns, all of which are shining brightly.
One after another, they formed a line. Their light scattered and intertwined with each other, like mixed colors, and instantly became stronger.
Before Jianchou even had the time to think about the meaning of this change, the remaining twenty precious flower patterns automatically folded towards the one at the tip of the sword.
One on top of another, one layer on top of another.
Its light became brighter and brighter, but when the last Baoxiang Flower pattern fell and overlapped, the light of this pattern suddenly dimmed!
It was like night fell and shadows suddenly covered.
It was as if the overly bright light between heaven and earth, after being tempered through thousands of trials, became rounded and restrained.
The original warm yellow and light gold color of the entire pattern suddenly changed into a steady dark gold with a very ancient Zen flavor, and then slowly fell under Jianchou's gaze.
It was like a fallen flower, dotted on the water; it was like a dead leaf, fallen on the ground under the tree; it was even more like a weak flame, flying on the wick of a long-extinguished lamp…
The center of the Baoxiang flower fell exactly on the tip of the sword.
Then, the entire pattern was pressed neatly onto the small area at the tip of the sword, as if wrapping the entire tip of the sword.
The aura of the entire sword suddenly changed!
If this sword was originally old, like a lamp covered with dust and grease, it now seems as if all the dust and grease have been carefully washed away and the lamp has been meticulously polished.
Brand new!
Moreover, that unique dark gold spot is placed at the most dangerous tip of the sword, adding a bit of sharpness, which makes people feel a bit cold when they see it. However, due to the neutralization of the dark luster and the Baoxianghua pattern on the sword, it does not seem so abrupt, but rather shows a more harmonious Zen meaning.
The moment Jianchou grasped the hilt of the sword again, a peaceful breath came from the sword, and it was as if a lotus flower bloomed in her mind, and Buddhist chants echoed for thousands of miles.
Between half enlightenment and half awakeness, I seemed to hear an ancient voice.
"The perfect reward body is like a lamp that can dispel a thousand years of darkness; a wisdom that can dispel ten thousand years of ignorance. The light of a lamp can spread to ten thousand lamps; the light of ten thousand lamps is beyond description."
"The seven emotions bring suffering and the six desires, while the Bodhi light the heart."
…
Bodhi, the lamp of the heart
This is probably the origin of the name of the sword "Ran Deng", right
The moment she heard the voice, Jianchou understood it without any instruction: as far as the Burning Lamp Sword was concerned, she had already mastered the first level of the sword after turning twenty-one precious flower patterns three times.
This level of state is the manifestation of "lighting a lamp", similar to ordinary fire.
Then, the next level should be to go one step further and comprehend the sword itself...
But where should I start to understand it
Jianchou was dumbfounded for a moment. Apart from the verse that just echoed in his mind, he had no clue at all.
Although his eyes gradually became clear, new doubts arose.
The sword in his hand has returned to its original state. Except for the tip of the sword which gives people a strange and frightening feeling if you look at it for a long time, there is not much change.
Jianchou casually waved his sword forward.
In an instant, twenty precious flower patterns on the sword began to rotate one after another, just like the dazzling lotus pond in the Buddhist murals!
The point at the tip of the sword suddenly became bright.
Suddenly, the dark golden light flashed, and the twenty rotating precious flower patterns at the back immediately flew towards the direction of the sword tip!
"boom!"
There was a loud bang in the small space!
Jianchou also set up a formation when he entered the room, but after he casually swung his sword and pointed his finger, he was hit by countless flying patterns!
Suddenly, she could no longer see anything in front of her eyes, except the light that almost engulfed her entire body!
Fortunately, there is the formation, and fortunately she practiced "Human Device".
When the light faded, all the tables and chairs in the room that were not protected by the formation, and even the bed she was sitting on, were turned into powder!
The only thing in front of me is the dim oil lamp.
Jianchou remembered very clearly that it was not late when she entered the room. There was a simple oil lamp on the square table in the corner. She had not moved it at all, let alone lit it.
But after the sword was swung, the lamp was lit.
The burning sword...
Is there any such wonderful use
Jianchou's gaze naturally fell on the dim flame of the oil lamp. It was just a normal glance, but in an instant, a mysterious feeling swept over her.
It was as if the whole person was drawn into this lamp and pulled into endless memories.
Countless old scenes flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern...
Every scene is related to lights.
Or they would light the lamp with a silver hairpin, or copy Buddhist scriptures under a eucalyptus lamp, or walk along the dark garden path with a lantern, or they would be newlyweds with red candles shining brightly...
But all this happened too fast.
Even Jianchou, the owner of the memories, had not had the time to capture anything useful from them. The oil lamp that was lit by the Ran Deng sword suddenly went out with a "puff".
Then all the scenes that were like a revolving lantern disappeared.
It was not until this time that Jianchou saw clearly—
There was not a drop of oil in the lamp that had just been lit.
There was no way it could have been ignited.
"The burning sword..."
Jianchou felt it was mysterious and could not help but say this out loud, then he suddenly smiled.
Seeing that it was getting dark outside, she naturally remembered the agreement she had made with Xie Buchen to explore the local Zhaohua Temple after nightfall. She temporarily suppressed the urge to continue studying the sword, she sheathed the sword, removed the formation in the room, opened the door and walked out.
All the noises outside immediately came towards her.
It was indeed quite late, and the weather was not very good. There was no moonlight at all. Only the howling cold wind blew through the corridor, making Jianchou's clothes flutter.
There seemed to be other guests downstairs, and it was a bit noisy.
Jianchou only thought that Sang Yang, the young girl who ran the inn, should be very happy at the moment, so he did not take the voice to heart and went to knock on Xie Buchen's door opposite.
But just as she raised her hand, some words from the person downstairs made her stop suddenly.
"Ming, Ming Fei? Are you talking about me?"
"I promise. The sound of the conch shell here proves that you are pure in body and mind, and have great spiritual wisdom. You are worthy of being a consort and can become a Buddha mother in the future. Even if you achieve great success in your practice in the future, or become a dakini Dharmakaya, it is unknown."
"Ah, really? This..."
"Why, you don't want to?"
"No, no, it's just too... I never thought I could..."
…
A voice that Jianchou was very familiar with, it was the round-faced girl Sangyang. However, at this moment, the sweet voice was obviously filled with trembling surprise, as if the wish she had fantasized about for many years had finally come true, and she was a little bit unbelievable.
Surprise, hope, yearning, and a bit of caution for fear of having the dream shattered.
As for the other voice, it was very unfamiliar.
But when she heard the word "Qian Nuo", Jianchou knew that it must be a monk from the Tantric Buddhism. From what she knew now, it must be from the New Tantric Buddhism.
If it was an old secret, it should never have come out to look for some "Ming Fei" or "Buddha Mother".
Her brows knitted quietly, and Jianchou finally put down her raised hand instead of letting it fall. She did not call out to Xie Buchen as promised, but walked out of the narrow corridor, stood in a corner of the upstairs, and looked down.
Sang Yang was still behind the counter, with his palms clasped together in front of his chest. His young and immature face was a little red due to excitement and joy, and his pure eyes were filled with a bright glow of anticipation, so bright that it seemed as if all the filth could be exposed.
At this moment, these eyes were looking intently at the monks standing in front.
The crimson monk's robes do not give people any sense of warmth in this cold night. Instead, they make people feel depressed because the color is too dark.
There were seven people in total, of varying heights, weights and bodies.
The one standing in the front was the one talking to Sang Yang.
The monk's robe he wore was particularly exquisite, with a bright yellow lining; around his neck hung a long string of prayer beads, in his right hand he held a roll of parchment, and in his left hand he held a right-handed conch shell about seven inches long.
Jianchou had never seen such a magical weapon before.
The whole body is snow-white, and the edges of the conch are decorated with gold, jade and gemstones, which looks particularly gorgeous. One after another, profound and complex Sanskrit characters are pressed on the surface of the conch, revealing a kind of mystery.
"You have been chosen by Faluo to be one of this year's consorts. Pack your things immediately and follow us. We will go to Zhaohua Temple today, and tomorrow, when everyone is gathered, we will set off for the temple."
The monk holding the snow-white conch shell was still speaking.
His pair of upside-down triangular eyes stared at Sang Yang without a single mistake, revealing a hint of greed.
But Sang Yang didn't notice.
She was immersed in the joy of being chosen as the "Ming Fei" and about to become the "Buddha Mother". She felt that the biggest dream of her life had come true and she was still a little dazed.
Hearing the monk say this, she became even happier: "Are we going to the temple? My father is on a pilgrimage, so I can go and see him! If he knew, he would definitely be happy for me..."
The monk frowned immediately, a hint of impatience flashing across his face. “Being able to go to the temple and receive the initiation from the masters is a blessing that you cannot obtain in several lifetimes. If your family knew, they would definitely be happy. Why don’t you hurry up and pack your things?”
"Ah, yes!"
Sang Yang could hear a hint of impatience, but still didn't think there was anything wrong.
She knew that the monks in front of her were not from the nearby temples, but from the holy temple that was out of reach for ordinary people like them.
For everyone in the Snow Region, it is the supreme place.
The monks who are qualified to practice in the temple are all messengers of the Buddha, conveying the voice from the Pure Land and are almost incarnations of the Buddha.
So, as a believer, how could you feel that there is something wrong with the other party’s words and actions
However, before packing up, Sang Yang suddenly remembered the two guests who had stayed in the store during the day, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face: "I forgot that two guests had just stayed in the store. Now I am about to go to the temple, and I have to tell them about this matter..."
Muttering this, Sang Yang subconsciously looked towards the second floor.
Then, the figure of Jianchou standing silently on the upper floor came into her eyes, making her exclaim in surprise. She probably didn't expect Jianchou to be there.
Her reaction naturally attracted the attention of the group of monks.
Almost immediately, several people's gazes followed Sang Yang's. The moment they saw Jianchou, the leading monk's eyes suddenly flashed with a captivating gleam!
At the same time, the snow-white conch in his left hand suddenly made a sound out of thin air!
“Woo-woo—”
It was a sound that was so empty and almost hollow, but it seemed to be accompanied by waves, blowing into people's hearts and making people think they heard "heavenly sound".
The snow-white light emanated from the conch, and for a moment it was as bright as the full moon.
This group of monks from the temple suddenly opened their mouths and eyes wide, as if they had seen something incredible!
Even the monk who was leading the group was trembling a little.
Dakini…
A woman who can make the conch shell sound as bright as the full moon is not only qualified to become a consort or a Buddha mother, but she even has extraordinary talent and can become a "Dakini" who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Dharma Kings!
Looking at Jianchou's eyes, I felt captivated, then amazed, then greedy, then lustful, and mixed with thousands of distracting thoughts, becoming obscure and dirty...
At this moment, the monk could no longer see anyone else, and pointed directly at Jianchou.
“You, come here!”