After Yin Ci left, the abbot's room was quiet for a while.
Jue Hui's bitter face became even more bitter. He turned to Abbot Jue Fei and said, "Brother, what's the matter?"
"You will understand. Do you know what the devil is? Yan Budu has committed many evil deeds. Once he enters the Buddha's heart array, he may not have such a demon in his heart. The best and the worst are all clear, so there is less doubt. The demon in the heart is a problem that is difficult to solve and a suffering that is difficult to escape. It is meant to ask the heaven."
Abbot Juefei had a complicated expression.
"Whenever a demonic appearance appears, it is either a good person turning evil, or an evil person trying to wake up. It cannot be achieved without a strong person, and it cannot be achieved without a strong person. The causes and conditions are complicated and difficult to understand. When great karma is accumulated, it will only force people to become demons and return to chaos and madness."
Jue Hui understood: "If you ask about the end of the world, the answer is the common people. Yin Shizhu may be a 'good man who fell into evil'. He still has a thread of worldly ties. If I help him, maybe I can make the evil look disappear a little."
"That's right. But I haven't heard of any horrific tragedy in the past few decades, nor have I seen any similar masters. I really can't understand Master Yin's situation."
Abbot Juefei counted his Buddhist beads, and his smile became somewhat bitter.
"Forget it. I'll get the records of my great-grandmaster and Tai Heng's secret letter after I finish writing the visiting card. I'll hand them over to them tomorrow... Although the sect leader's inner demon is big, it's still clean and pure. There's no need to worry about it for now. But white is the easiest to be contaminated by dust. It's also a calamity for the master and disciple to meet."
Juehui chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"That little disciple, Zhixing, right? Meeting in the ghost tomb is also fate. After tomorrow, tell him to prepare well and send everyone from Kushan Sect down the mountain."
"yes."
It was afternoon and the sun was shining brightly.
When Yin Ci returned to the guest room, the two servants had finally come to their senses and were expressing their excitement vigorously.
Yan Qing had applied medicine on his instep. He wiped the stone sword clean and placed it in the brightest place, just short of offering a few incense sticks to it. Su Si was not happy with the sword and complained that it was taking up his place to bask in the sun. The two laughed and made a scene.
Seeing Yin Ci come in, the two of them unconsciously lowered their voices.
Even though Yin Ci doesn't look very old, after seeing Yin Ci's inner demons, Yan Qing and Su Si only dare to treat him as an elder.
Yin Ci was too lazy to act and deal with too many people, and he liked the two's perspective. He acted like a "Kushan Sect's senior disciple": "We have been through Greed, Anger, and Delusion, and tested the Compassion Sword in the past few days, and we have suffered a lot. Jianchen Temple is quiet and suitable for recuperation, so let's have a good rest today."
Yan Qing nodded happily, and Su Si immediately fell on the couch: "Finally I can have some peace and quiet, alas."
Yin Ci smiled, went into the inner room and closed the partition door.
“You’re back?… Hiss!”
Shi Jingzhi was treating the burn on his palm with a grimace. Seeing Yin Ci, he wanted to act calm and composed. But when he raised his head, his hand shook, and the potion spilled more. Master Shi took a breath and almost bit his tongue.
His hands were bloody and it was not easy to move them. The air was filled with the unique smell of burns. Yin Ci dragged a stool and sat down next to Shi Jingzhi: "Hands."
"I'm almost done."
"Come back, don't underestimate your hand injury. A small deviation when fighting the enemy is enough to cost you your life."
Shi Jingzhi hesitated for a while, then honestly spread out his hands. His ten fingers were slender and strong, but unfortunately they were covered with festering burns, which was very horrifying at first glance.
Yin Ci shook his head: "Even if it doesn't cause any disease, it will leave scars. If it leaves messy scars, in the future..."
"'I won't be liked by little girls in the future'?" Shi Jingzhi blurted out according to the memory in the fragments.
I don’t know if it was Shi Jingzhi’s illusion, but when he said this, Yin Ci’s eyes softened a little.
He resumed his impassive demeanor and said jokingly, "I wanted to say 'it will be easier to hold the flag in the future'. As long as Master doesn't die young, there will be girls who like him even if his hands grow hair."
As he spoke, Yin Ci carefully opened the wound, neither too lightly nor too heavily, and applied the medicine just right.
Shi Jingzhi did not move his hands: "I see people coming and going in this world, but my heart can only let go of a few people. I am not good at this, and I can't chew too much. It is enough for Ah Ci to like me."
"'Biting off more than you can chew'? Then Master, please be careful not to choke."
Yin Ci smiled and carefully bandaged the wound which had been treated with medicine.
"…Okay, don't move around for the next two days, and don't use chopsticks. I'll make some food that can be eaten with a spoon. Why don't you take a nap and rest your mind first?"
Shi Jingzhi was a little disappointed: "You really don't want to play in the sandbox anymore?"
"Well, after all, someone didn't listen to advice."
"But you were so focused when you were playing in the sandbox. I've never seen you so happy."
Yin Ci's heart softened and he relaxed a little: "We'll talk after your hand is healed."
Shi Jingzhi didn't take a nap after all. He lay on the table, his face full of deep thought. Yin Ci was extremely bored, so he leaned against the window to look at the scenery - perhaps influenced by what Shi Jingzhi had said about the scenery before, he couldn't help but appreciate the scenery when he arrived at a new place.
Now I see that the view outside the window is very beautiful. The light shines on the strange rocks, and the wind sways the bamboos, which really makes people calm down.
"Master has come up with a brilliant idea." After a while, Shi Jingzhi suddenly straightened his back. "Ah Ci, Yan Qing's foundation is the worst in my sect, but I can't punish him directly. We just happen to have some free time, so let's make a fake secret book suitable for him. Then we can say it was sent by Master Jue Fei, and let Su Si help him practice."
Yin Ci: “…”
Yin Ci: "Didn't I tell you to take a nap in bed?" Why is he talking in his sleep in broad daylight
Shi Jingzhi simply stood up and said, "I'm not kidding. Although there are different levels of martial arts, they must also be in line with human nature."
"Su Si is sinister and prudent. He was born with supernatural powers in his hands. He is perfect for practicing the Chi Chi Hand of the Chi Gou Sect. But if Yan Qing were to learn it, given his honest character, he would only be able to learn a dog paddle. Ah Ci has no internal strength, but his external skills are superb, which is also suitable for the complicated and strange Bone Sweeping Sword. Yan Qing holds the Compassionate Sword, so even if he practices hard, he can only practice the Gua Sha Sword Technique."
"Those few secret manuals that are widely circulated in the martial arts world can at most be suitable for more people and have better effects. I am sure you will understand that such techniques cannot produce true top masters."
Yin Ci: "... Master, do you still remember? Yan Qing is just a servant of Kushan Sect."
Shi Jingzhi said solemnly, "Master Kongshi is a great monk, we cannot let his sword lose face. Fighting on the sand table is a fight, and fighting to hone our skills is also a fight. In this way, we can continue to fight."
I understand. Yan Qing was a gift from the Sword of Mercy, and this person just wants to keep playing.
After thinking it over, Yin Ci felt that he was probably also crazy. He actually thought Shi Jingzhi's suggestion was indeed interesting. He shook off this incredible thought and said helplessly: "Master, you don't have to do this. Don't let me teach him when I have time. I will just go to him directly."
"Have I said that? Then just pretend I didn't say that. I'm the only one who knows how powerful Ah Ci is."
"… "
That's fine, Yin Ci thought. He had lived for hundreds of years and had never done anything as ridiculous as this.
The master and his disciple decided to go all out. They first sent the two servants away, and then asked the monk for old paper, ink, rags and thread.
The Sutra Cleansing Meeting was in progress, and many old sutras needed to be repaired, so there was no shortage of anything. The masters were kind-hearted, and although they had a lot of questions in their heads, they still met Shi Jingzhi's requests one by one.
"Let's call it 'White Jade Green Sword', since Ah Ci has the Bone Sweeping Sword Technique anyway." Shi Jingzhi picked up the pen and said generously. "No, the Mercy Sword is a sword, so let's call it 'White Jade Green Sword'..."
This person's obsession with tofu and cabbage is frightening. Yin Ci rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm going to cook Jade White Jade Soup for you tonight. You can change the name."
"Yes, four words are still a bit long. What about Baiqing Sword? Yuqing Sword?"
"How about the 'Jade Chime Sword'? People say 'holding a jade hammer, using it to strike the chime, the sound can be heard throughout the three thousand worlds', which is worthy of the sword."
Shi Jingzhi smiled brilliantly and wrote quickly: "This is it."
The four words "Yuqing Sword Technique" were written on the paper with great force.
Then, the two of them cleared the inner room and started to think about the content. Yin Ci picked up a duster as a giant sword, and Shi Jingzhi tied a paper roll on his arm as a weapon. The two of them started to practice their moves in a serious manner.
Shi Jingzhi never stopped practicing. After a few days, his movements were still not perfect, but he was more than capable of slow-motion practice. The two of them walked in the afternoon light, moving back and forth like some kind of elegant dance.
Shi Jingzhi turned around briskly: "There are only a few major categories of footwork theory. Stone swords are too heavy, so a safe model is better than a light one."
"Yes, but Yan Qing's steps are not small and flexible enough... This needs to be adjusted." Yin Ci took advantage of the situation to support his back, pushed him up, and grabbed a handful of his cool and smooth long hair.
As the sun sets, the steps are finalized.
The two men no longer turned around and took steps forward, but instead exchanged sword moves.
"No, that was too complicated. Yan Qing is a straightforward person, and the more aggressive the attack, the better. Come, I'll attack again, you watch out?" Shi Jingzhi waved the paper roll murderously, "Next, I'll use the Green Lady Sword."
Chila.
There was a flash of fire and black smoke. Shi Jingzhi was so engrossed that one end of the paper scroll started to catch fire. He quickly lowered his arm and stomped on it with his boots, nearly burning his sleeves.
Seeing him frantically putting out the fire and then angrily retying the paper roll afterwards, Yin Ci couldn't help laughing.
"Skillfulness is not a skill, and heavy sword styles do not require too many. However, this sword is a question of the heart, and the sword technique is too dependent on the sword, which is easy to become an obsession. Hmm, I'll think about it again."
"Zheng Fengdao is my defeated general, but he has a very mysterious move. Come on, Aci, I'll show you how to do it. Maybe it'll give you some inspiration... Tsk, wait a minute, I'll tie the paper roll longer."
The bright moon is rising and the outline has taken shape.
"The style just now has some flaws."
"Oh? Master, you dare to say it."
"Flaws are flaws. I won't lose if we just talk about theory. Watch out, Ah Ci. I will definitely break your move within ten moves. The Sword of Mercy is not a real dustpan. It's very wide."
"Ten moves is ten moves."
The hems of their clothes intertwined, their steps were like the wind. The two of them fought each other without any killing intent, and the collision of paper and feathers actually produced a strong momentum. Shi Jingzhi lost in experience, and the theory could not withstand the actual combat. In the ninth move, Yin Ci made a rather shameless backhand, and Shi Jingzhi made a mistake in his steps and fell backwards.
Yin Ci rolled up his sleeves and hooked his hands, swaying to Shi Jingzhi's side, holding up his shaky master: "Are you giving up?"
Shi Jingzhi brushed away the hair that fell in front of his eyes, his face full of smiles: "This move is too sinister, it is not worthy of the Jade Bell Sword Technique, I lose."
"Word games are not suitable for battlefields. I might as well try again."
"certainly."
The stars rise and the moon sets, meticulously crafted.
The two fought fiercely for half a day and a night, and figured out three sword moves. When the east was getting light, Yin Ci realized that something was wrong.
In the end, he was still attracted by Shi Jingzhi. The battle and the practice of tactics were so interesting that he was fascinated for a while and didn't know how many hours he spent with this man.
Shi Jingzhi hung the last "secret book" up and sewed it into a booklet. While he was baking the fake secret book with his inner strength, he glanced at Yin Ci, his smugness evident in his eyes.
"Are you having fun, A-Ci?"
"If your words and actions are inconsistent, you should be punished. Master, tomorrow you and I will have breakfast together in the temple."
Shi Jingzhi's smile instantly collapsed. He clenched the thin secret book tightly and uttered a wail: "... I didn't even have dinner tonight!"
"Who asked Master to be so devoted?"
"No way, same to you."
The two exchanged sharp words for a while, and finally couldn't help but smile at each other.
Finally, the morning light came.
Shi Jingzhi woke up as usual at the hour of Yin and found a duster across his body. He sneezed, put his hand on Yin Ci's hair, and went back to sleep peacefully.
In the end, neither of them was able to get up on time. The master and the disciple did not even change their clothes and lay all over the bed.
Unfortunately, the peaceful time did not last long.
In the morning, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci were led by Jue Hui to meet Abbot Jue Fei.
"I have prepared the visiting card and put it together with the record of Grandmaster Kongshi. During the Sutra Cleansing Meeting, it is really inconvenient for our temple to accommodate guests."
"After lunch, Zhixing will light a Buddha Heart Incense to send you off - Buddha Heart Incense can dispel the Buddha Heart Array and calm greed, anger and ignorance. You don't need to worry, just go down the mountain normally."
Abbot Juefei pointed at the young monk who believed that “form is emptiness”.
"There is also a secret letter from Taiheng, which was brought to the mountain by Shi Zhongyu of Taiheng. In the letter, she said that the head of the sect had made an agreement with her in front of the ghost tomb, and that this temple would notarize the exchange of treasure map rubbings."
Jue Fei sighed.
"Jianchen Temple originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, but Taiheng is on good terms with our temple, and the headmaster Shi has done us a favor. We should get the meat as soon as possible and put an end to this disaster, which will be considered a good deed."
Yin Ci looked at Shi Jingzhi with some surprise.
Did this person have such a trick up his sleeve when he was still in the ghost tomb
Taiheng Sect is upright, and Jianchen Temple keeps its promise. Kushan Sect is willing to exchange, and Taiheng can obtain two treasure maps without bloodshed. Even if Kushan Sect regrets, Taiheng will not suffer any loss, so Shi Zhongyu will not refuse.
Shi Jingzhi's move seemed to be an attempt to take the initiative in the exchange.
However, the Kushan Sect has only two treasure map beads. Once they are exchanged, they will lose their only advantage. Now that they know there is another "key", it is understandable that Shi Jingzhi wants to use Tai Heng's power to find the "lock"...
As if seeing through his thoughts, Shi Jingzhi turned his head and smiled silently: How could Yan Budu arrange such a cheap thing as "collecting the treasure map and getting meat"? There must be more than one clue. It is better to make an appointment with Taiheng first and find a favorable time to trade.
Yin Ci: “…” He almost forgot that this person and Yama Tou were truly of the same kind.
"Amitabha."
Abbot Juefei raised his voice slightly.
"Besides that, there is one last thing. Tai Heng gave us a Calming Pill as a token of gratitude for keeping the treasure map. This item calms the mind and is a treasure of Tai Heng. I don't want to borrow anything else, so I'm giving it to Master Shi... The fate of our temple's "Wu Mu Sutra" has finally come to an end."
"Thank you, Master Abbot."
Shi Jingzhi took the prepared package and returned the greeting.
"I will give Tai Heng the treasure map rubbing before I leave. I will take my leave first."
"Go ahead, go ahead. I'll ask someone to send some delicious food for lunch." Jue Fei smiled. "By the way, take this Buddha's Heart Incense. Let's go first..."
Monk Juefei had just taken out the Buddhist incense from the small table when he suddenly stopped talking. The house was still bright and green, but it was a little more ominous and cold.
Abbot Juefei's skin gradually turned red, and blue veins bulged out.
Then, the powerful inner force suddenly erupted, sweeping around uncontrollably, and the peaceful and tranquil room was instantly turned into a mess.
"Brother!" Juehui shouted. Monk Zhixing stood there, too frightened to move.
Before Abbot Juefei's smile could disappear, his round face twisted and deformed, as if he had discovered something extremely horrifying. He supported himself on the edge of the couch with one hand, breathing heavily like an ox, and no longer looked like the free and easy Maitreya.
"No... You... Go quickly." Monk Juefei bulged his eyes, looked straight at Shi Jingzhi, and said intermittently. "Juehui... Don't come over..."
Shi Jingzhi did not leave. Just as he was about to step forward to take the patient's pulse, he was stopped by Yin Ci.
"Aci?!"
"Don't go over there." Yin Ci stared at Jue Fei. "Trust me, don't go over there."
In a flash, he not only stopped Shi Jingzhi, but also coldly pulled out Shi Jingzhi's flag and fiercely brushed away Juehui in front of the couch. Monk Juehui was so anxious that he was caught off guard and smashed directly into the distant wall.
Juefei showed a hint of smile at this.
He summoned up his last bit of strength, sat up on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.
"It's good that everything is fine. It's good that everything is fine. Awareness, knowledge and action... What happened to me today has nothing to do with Kushan Sect..."
He didn't finish the sentence.
Golden fire suddenly appeared on Abbot Juefei's body. Amid the raging flames, Juefei sat as still as a bell, motionless, without any signs of struggling or screaming.
That Yang Fire was exactly the same as Shi Jingzhi's Yang Fire, it was blazing and pure, it could not be saved by water or soil, and it would burn for a long time without going out.