This time it seems that the Wuming Temple has stolen the limelight. All the monks outside are rumoring that the era of the Wuming Temple has arrived, but the Wuming Temple doesn't care about this at all. After all, only a few people in their temple know that the Shi Tai around the Demon-Conquering Well is at most There were not just three of them, but seven of them!
Some time has passed since the storm in Liulinpo, and the hundreds of monks from the Wuming Temple have also been back for a few days. At this moment, the three holy monks in black robes are sitting there. On Zhang Shitai.
The monks of Wuming Temple have a spirit of hard work and hard work that no one can match. However, these three holy monks have never shied away from anything in their practice. They have been sitting on this stone for a long time.
The daily practice of the three holy monks is also very simple. They are not boring every day, they just chant sutras. In the first few days after returning, Sanwu often ran here. This forbidden area of the Wuming Temple, for Sanwu, Of course it doesn't exist. It's just that Sanwu didn't come over because of some things today.
As soon as Zhao Jiuge came back, he was placed in the demon-fuming well. After all, after the incident involving Liu Linpo and the execution of Master Fu Qing, the murderous aura that Zhao Jiuge had suppressed in his heart for so many years completely exploded. His murderous intention could not be concealed at all.
Putting it in the temple will naturally have a great influence on the practice and chanting of the monks in the temple, and the most important thing is Zhao Jiuge's cultivation in the Mahayana realm. Once he goes crazy and makes a fuss, it will be difficult for the three holy monks to stop him. The suppression of time lives.
The Demon-Fuming Well is not deep at all, only about ten meters. It is a little dark inside, but there is something special underneath the well. The position under the well is very wide, and there are stone pillars supporting it on all sides.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge, who was dressed in a black brocade robe, was leaning on the stone pillar listlessly. Since he was suppressed in the Demon-Fuming Well that day, Zhao Jiuge had not resisted. He simply couldn't get out of the well. Every time Before the first exposure, he was directly beaten down by three holy monks.
After repeated attempts, Zhao Jiuge's mind became a little clearer, but facing the current predicament, he felt helpless. Instead of struggling in vain, he stayed in the Demon-Conquering Well for a few days as if he had accepted his fate.
That day, he was restrained by the thin holy monk with the sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand. When he returned to Wuming Temple later, Zhao Jiuge always remembered that he was trapped in a golden light, and he did not feel that much. Many, and when he was completely awake, Zhao Jiuge quickly checked his physical condition and found that he was not greatly affected. When he fought with Master Fu Qing, his foundation was not affected.
Moreover, the magic weapons and things on his body are still on his body, and they have not been touched or even taken away by Wuming Temple. This fact makes Zhao Jiuge feel relieved. At least it means that Wuming Temple really has no ill intentions towards him. In addition, It also shows that Wuming Temple doesn't care that Zhao Jiuge can escape so easily with his strength.
It's just that Zhao Jiuge is not happy to be trapped here for a long time. Who makes him have so many things to deal with? The most important thing is that his practice does not dare to have any island. Now he has reached the Mahayana realm, so Naturally, we need to go further to meet the minimum requirements for rescuing Pei Susu.
Today, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the Wuming Temple and into the Demon-Conquering Well, it brings a lot of warmth and light to the darkness under the Demon-Conquering Well.
The three holy monks sat on the stone platform day and night, so they continued to chant sutras all morning. At this time, the towering trees behind the three of them were automatically blowing their leaves in the absence of wind. It trembles as if it has been here day and night. Over time, thanks to the chanting and Buddhist teachings of eminent monks, even these towering trees seem to be spiritually connected.
The environment in the Fumojing was dark, and Zhao Jiuge still felt very pure every day, but when he heard the sound of chanting sutras in his ears, which was like a chirping sound, Zhao Jiuge immediately became perfunctory. After all, that sound is like hundreds of flies appearing next to your ears, which makes Zhao Jiuge's mood suddenly become worse.
For an instant, Zhao Jiuge's eyes were full of anger, and he immediately became anxious again, and then he shouted loudly, "Shut up."
The hysterical roar seemed to be vented like a threat, but the three holy monks outside were unmoved at all. They still let Zhao Jiuge shout out as if nothing was wrong, while the three holy monks ignored it. generally.
The more this happens, the angrier Zhao Jiuge feels, but this is the Wuming Temple now, not the Xiaoyao Valley where he can do whatever he wants, so naturally no one will listen to him.
Zhao Jiuge became furious all of a sudden, and the spiritual sea in his body was constantly rolling. Then he immediately activated the magic weapon on his body, plus the eight heavenly dragons of the Sanskrit Holy Body, and finally rushed directly from the mouth of the well. .
Outside the Demon-Fuming Well, Zhao Jiuge squinted his eyes. After all, compared with the somewhat gloomy Demon-Fuming Well, the back mountain outside was sunny. The contrast brought by that light was naturally something that Zhao Jiuge couldn't adapt to.
The chattering voice of chanting sutras continued, and Zhao Jiuge immediately burst out with murderous intent. He was about to launch an offensive against the holy monks who were chanting sutras, but there were three holy monks who were chanting sutras. It was as if Zhao Jiuge was not taken seriously, and none of the three of them took action together.
Without even opening their eyes, two of them were still chanting sutras, while the other one clapped his hands casually, and suddenly a huge golden handprint appeared directly above the entrance of the Demon-Fuming Well, fiercely directed towards Zhao Jiuge. Shoot away.
Zhao Jiuge kept cursing in his heart, and was immediately slapped into the well by the golden handprint. Because the holy monk mastered the strength problem, apart from shooting Zhao Jiuge into the demon-subduing well again, he did not cause any injuries to Zhao Jiuge. .
Zhao Jiuge's expression seemed a little desperate. Every time he ended up like this, he was directly photographed. In the face of absolute power, Zhao Jiuge had no way to do anything. This was the first time he had tried this feeling. I'm afraid this time Even the master's wife had no choice. After all, facing three holy monks who had successfully overcome the calamity, even Lian Xing was no match for them, let alone three holy monks.
At this time, Zhao Jiuge gave up and no longer tried to use force to escape from the demon-conquering well. Since he had tried so many times and there was no possibility of success, Zhao Jiuge gave up the futile action.
The Wuming Temple trapped him here and didn't do anything to him, but this approach made Zhao Jiuge feel more uncomfortable than killing him. He couldn't do anything trapped here. It was just a waste of time. After all, Zhao Jiuge In my heart, I am not willing to stay here.
"If your heart can't calm down, you won't even think about leaving this Demon-Subduing Well. When your heart can be calm and not influenced by hatred, you will be able to completely leave this Demon-Subduing Well."
Just when Zhao Jiuge was secretly upset at the Demon-Conquering Well, the words of a holy monk suddenly came from the Demon-Conquering Well, but Zhao Jiuge, who was currently upset, could not listen to them.
Soon, on the Fumo Well, the chirping voice of chanting sutras came up regularly again, which made Zhao Jiuge quite helpless, because he really wanted to go out. After all, being restricted from freedom was not a pleasant feeling. .
"When can I go out? When can I leave?" Zhao Jiuge, who was unwilling to do anything, soon said loudly under the demon-suppressing well.
He originally thought that the three holy monks would ignore him, but soon, another voice came from the Demon-Fuming Well.
"I have said that when you can completely let go of the hatred in your heart and feel calm, that will be the day you leave this Demon-Subduing Well."
Not long after the words fell, the voice soon continued to sound, "By the way, if you are fine, you can listen to more scriptures and some Buddhist teachings. Maybe this will help your state of mind more easily."
The corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth twitched when he heard this. It would be better not to say this kind of answer. Then Zhao Jiuge, who had given up his heart, stopped talking. Instead, he was alone in a dull mood. When he had nothing to do, he began to think about his own skills, Xiaoyaoyou and the Xuantian family. The final level of determination.
However, Zhao Jiuge soon became irritable again, and the murderous intention that he had finally suppressed seemed to emerge again, because under this demon-subduing well, even if he wanted to practice with peace of mind, he couldn't do it at all, because it didn't stop. The sound of chanting sutras disturbed him so much that he could not practice with peace of mind.
In desperation, Zhao Jiuge was almost driven crazy, but after so many years of practice, his perseverance still allowed Zhao Jiuge to endure it. Since he couldn't practice practice, he simply stopped practicing.
Time passed, and Zhao Jiuge stayed in the Wuming Temple for half a year. Half a year later, Zhao Jiuge was still suppressed in the Demon Fuming Well and never came out.
During this period of time, although Zhao Jiuge had not completely let go of the hatred in his heart, one thing had changed. At least he would no longer go crazy for no reason, trying to run away from work, or getting angry in the demon-fuming well.
During this period, when Sanwu had nothing to do, he would go down to the Devil's Well to chat with Zhao Jiuge for a while and calm down Zhao Jiuge's mood. After all, outsiders couldn't help with this kind of thing, and he couldn't resolve the hatred with just a few words. , but can only rely on oneself. Only by letting go of hatred in one's heart can one be able to be indifferent.
Half a year has passed, Zhao Jiuge's heart has become much calmer, but during the three conversations, he can still feel the hatred in Zhao Jiuge's heart, but now Zhao Jiuge is able to restrain himself better instead of deliberately showing it.
After such a long time, Zhao Jiuge was very clear about the purpose of the Wuming Temple. As for every time Sanwu came, he also talked about a lot of Buddhist principles. However, Zhao Jiuge listened to it on the surface, but in his heart, he did not really understand it. How much to comprehend. (To be continued)