The eighteenth floor of the dungeon.
After listening to today's Heart Sutra, Xiang Nan put his palms together and bowed to the old monk.
The old monk nodded, and said: "After today, there is no need to come again, I have already taught you all the formulas of the Heart Sutra."
Hearing this, Xiang Nan's heart was sour and reluctant, and he kowtowed three more times to the old monk. These days, following the old monk's practice, Xiang Nan's mood was peaceful, and he was always bathed in a peaceful holy light.
Hearing the old monk's parting words suddenly, Xiang Nan couldn't help feeling sad.
The old monk smiled and said, "Good boy, do you know the name of the Heart Sutra I taught you?"
Xiang Nan's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "I don't know."
Xiang Nan is well aware of the truth that teaching is a teacher. Although he is not a Buddhist, the old monk taught him the Heart Sutra unreservedly. Xiang Nan already regarded the old monk as a half-master in his heart.
The old monk smiled and nodded: "What I teach you is a kind of Heart Sutra created by myself, called the Great Freedom Sutra."
"Cultivating this sutra can make you feel at ease. Although you are in the sea of suffering, you can cleanse yourself and love yourself. This is the main purpose of me teaching you the Sutra of Great Ease."
"However, there is another benefit of this sutra, that is, no matter what kind of Buddhist profound art you practice in the future, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort, even twice as powerful and effective as Buddhist disciples."
"Ah... Senior, you... You can see it!" Xiang Nan felt ashamed in his heart.
"Yeah." The old monk smiled: "I saw that you are so obsessed with the Buddhist Heart Sutra, I knew from the first day that you came here for the Buddhist profound arts."
"But you have a kind heart and a chivalrous heart. I dare not teach you my own martial arts, but I am willing to teach you the Heart Sutra I created."
"Good boy, if we say goodbye today, you and I will never see each other again. I will abide by my duty and continue to make amends here. Let's go."
Xiang Nan was already in tears, and kowtowed three times to the old monk: "Senior, you are so kind and virtuous, Xiang Nan will never forget it."
Facing such an old man, Xiang Nan couldn't bear to hide his name.
At this time, the elders of the Discipline Academy had brought many disciples to the dungeon and released all the prisoners on the first three floors. When they came to Xiang Nan's room, the elder suddenly became angry: "Empty? Where are the people?" !"
As soon as the words fell, Xiang Nan just came back, and came face to face with the elder dean of the precepts.
The elder was furious: "How courageous! How dare you run rampant in my Feiyun Temple dungeon, and I caught you and took him away!"
Everyone else was released, but Xiang Nan ran around in the dungeon and was escorted to the ground.
After arriving on the ground, Xiang Nan knew that something serious happened to Feiyun Temple.
The elder escorted Xiang Nan to many disciples, and said in a deep voice to Xiang Nan: "Don't go! After today's affairs are over, I will ask you for a crime! If you run away, the poor monk will definitely execute you on the spot."
Xiang Nan used the Void Stone just now, but at this time his mind was still confused, and he didn't talk to the elder of the precept master, but just sat down cross-legged, silently running the last paragraph of the Dazizizheng.
"Senior Song, the person you want has been brought here." Two young monks escorted the disciples of Tianxuanzong and sent them to Song Mingcheng.
"Xiang Nan, have they been rude to you? Don't worry, the elder is here, and I will definitely give you an explanation!"
Hearing the word "Xiang Nan", Xiang Nan raised his eyelids and looked across.
I just saw that Song Mingcheng was talking to the man pretending to be himself in Tianxuanzong.
The corners of Xiang Nan's mouth rose slightly, and he shook his head in disdain. He had seen all the elders of the Haoran Sect, and there was no one like Song Mingcheng at all. It seemed that they were still members of the Tianxuan Sect.
That day, the Xuanzong man clasped his fists and said, "Elder, these stinky monks are very arrogant. I have revealed my identity, but they still dare to arrest me! You must make the decision for me."
"Hahahaha!" Song Mingcheng looked up to the sky with a long smile, and shouted, "What a Feiyun Temple, how courageous it is!"
As he said that, Song Mingcheng raised his right hand high, and the earth shook. Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the sky, as if the entire sky was absorbed into the vortex, and then the vortex turned into a giant sword that pierced the sky. !
The huge sword was on the top of the sky, and the tip of the sword hung down to about 100 meters in the sky of Feiyun Temple.
Where the giant sword is located, the entire mountain where Feiyun Temple is located shakes, showing signs of collapse at any time.
"My Buddha is merciful." The abbot of Feiyun Temple smiled slightly, and in an instant, eight Buddha shadows appeared in the sky!
Those eight Buddha shadows towered above the sky and formed a circle, all condescendingly looking down at Shi Sheng, and those Buddha shadows all clasped their hands together, chanting words in their mouths.
Sequences of shocking Buddha's voice pierced through the heavens. The voice was not harsh, but it was clearly heard.
Such an astonishing scene, not only the direction of Tianxuanzong, but even the young monks of Feiyun Temple were dumbfounded.
Following the sound of the Buddha's voice, the huge sword that pierced the sky and the earth gradually dissipated, turning into spots of light all over the sky.
"Good trick!" Song Ming Chenglang laughed: "I admire the abbot's strength, but you Feiyun Temple, are you just using the big to bully the small!"
"What are you talking about! Who bullied your Haoran Sect!" After all, many elders in the temple were very angry, and they all spoke out to reason.
But the abbot folded his hands together and smiled. With a wave of his hand, the eight shadows of the Buddha that covered the sky and the sun all disappeared, and said to Song Mingcheng: "Song benefactor, you came to this temple with great violence, I'm afraid it's not for reason."
"Please speak clearly."
Then Song Mingcheng said with a smile: "The abbot really has a long-term view. Let me make it clear. This time, I represent the Haoran Sect and come to exchange exercises with your temple!"
"Sure enough!" Xiang Nan nodded silently.
Previously, he only thought that it would be impossible for Tianxuanzong to return to Feiyun Temple after he obtained the Buddhist profound arts in the ancient martial tomb.
But recently, I have been getting along with the old monk every day, and I also know some knowledge about Buddhist Xuangong. It turns out that Buddhist Xuangong is different from other martial arts.
Other people's martial arts and martial arts can be learned by hand, but Buddhist Xuangong should not be like this, but should be developed step by step.
For example, to practice Prajna Palm, which is known as the first palm technique of Buddhism, one must first learn the Wei Tuo Palm to a great degree, and the same principle applies to other Buddhist mystic arts.
The owner of the ancient martial tomb is not from the Buddhist sect, but he does know some Buddhist profound arts, but those profound arts have no foundation.
The purpose of Tianxuanzong's visit this time is to obtain more basic Buddhist profound arts from Feiyun Temple, otherwise they would not be able to practice all of their ancient profound arts.
The abbot heard the words and said: "The poor monk admires the chivalrous way of the Haoran sect, but each sect has its own style of martial arts."
"Although Haoranzong's skills are profound and admirable, the old monk is not envious. Please come back, Lord Song."
Then Song Mingcheng laughed loudly: "You said please come back, so please come back? We came all the way here, how can you stop it with a word!"
"Old monk, let me tell you the truth, I want to order the martial arts books in your Feiyun Temple's collection!"
At this time, Mengdie walked along the crowd to Xiang Nan with a small basket on her shoulders, and said in a low voice, "My good brother, it's really lively here."