Under the Glazed Pagoda, the heart-broken smile was peaceful and peaceful. Looking at Duoercha who looked like a demon, he said calmly: Donor, your injury is not serious.
So how can I kill you? Duo'ercha said coldly, then he jumped forward, his fists circled around the hurricane, and the lightning flashed across the sky. He was extremely ferocious.
Xinji smiled more and more calmly, and his voice was empty and peaceful:
All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
The sound was not loud, but echoed around. He raised his right hand in silence, as if holding a flower.
Behind him, the glazed pagoda was glowing slowly, with rays of Buddha light shining out, and a ethereal Zen sound:
All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
The Buddha's light is dotted, as if each Arhat King Kong, Bodhisattva and Buddha are emitting solemn and ethereal Zen sounds together.
Duoercha's eyes narrowed, and for the first time a look of astonishment appeared on his face: How could you sacrifice yourself
Lao Na only realized it slightly in recent years. The silent figure gradually faded, merged into the Buddha's light little by little, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Damn it, Doercha's black robe bulged, and strong winds rolled in, making him look like a human-shaped storm, surrounded by wisps of electric light.
The body of Xinji was completely disintegrated, leaving only a faint figure. The right hand in the shape of a flower was gently brushed out, and the smile was pure and calm, without a trace of dust.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all over the sky disappeared, and all the Buddha's light melted into this finger. The surrounding became peaceful and peaceful, and only the sound of Zen still echoed:
All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
After a while, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan entered the secret passage, groped the inner wall for a while, and finally found the closing mechanism.
Duoercha should not be able to find us now. Meng Qi used nonsense to cover up the storm in his heart.
Qi Zhengyan took out the flint and fire breakers from his arms, dispelled the darkness and illuminated the surrounding area.
This is a corridor that is two people wide. The stones above the head are uneven, and the stone walls on the left and right are rough and undulating, covered with moss.
It is not like a purely man-made one, it should be transformed from a natural channel. Qi Zhengyan looked at it carefully, walked a few steps quickly, and put Zhang Yuanshan down in a flat and spacious place in front of him.
Meng Qi suppressed his inner emotions, followed Qi Zhengyan's example, picked a piece of gentle ground, put Jiang Zhiwei down, and then solemnly said: Senior Brother Qi, I'm going to explore the road ahead, so as not to know that there are enemies hidden inside.
Even an ordinary novice monk can enter and leave the back mountain. Meng Qi believed that there were only stupas here and no demons and ghosts, so he plucked up the courage and planned to explore this secret passage. Since the terrains of Shaolin Temples in the two worlds are so similar, this secret passage would The end of the path may reveal the secret of Shaolin's secret path, and perhaps you will get a lot of benefits from it.
Moreover, Meng Qi, who is relatively familiar with Infinite Flow, had some conjectures about this aspect after he learned about the mission evaluation at the end of his last reincarnation. Exploring secrets may be an important reference standard for mission evaluation.
Qi Zhengyan glanced at Meng Qi expressionlessly, took out another fire stick from his arms, lit it and handed it to Meng Qi: Brother Zhending, please excuse me, I have to guard Brother Zhang and the others here to avoid poisonous insects. Infestation of long snakes.
Ah, Meng Qi prepared a lot of excuses, hoping that Qi Zhengyan would not follow him to explore. After all, it was hard to tell what was inside. If he became greedy because of this, things would be in trouble. But what he didn't expect was that Qi Zhengyan actually He was so knowledgeable that he volunteered to stay and guard him before he even said a word.
Then there is you, Brother Laoqi. Meng Qi did not dwell on the matter. After lighting the fire seal, he walked towards the depths of the secret passage. While he was on guard against possible enemies in the darkness ahead, he was also wary of possible sneak attacks from behind.
When Meng Qi's figure disappeared around the corner and the footsteps became farther and farther, Zhang Yuanshan suddenly opened his eyes and said weakly but calmly: Junior Brother Qi, I didn't expect you to choose to stay directly.
I suffered a backlash and my strength was greatly reduced. I am no match for Junior Brother Zhending. Qi Zhengyan leaned against the wall, sat down cross-legged, and replied in a calm tone, "If you follow me rashly and encounter a secret or treasure that only one person can know, will you let Junior Brother Zhending kill me or not? It's up to everyone." Greedy, I won't take the risk to test Junior Brother Zhending's Buddhist heart, so I just stay.
Zhang Yuanshan nodded lightly and suddenly smiled and said: After you were seriously injured, you really talked more.
Qi Zhengyan's face suddenly darkened and he turned to look to the side.
Zhang Yuanshan smiled, closed his eyes again, and continued to heal his wounds. Jiang Zhiwei remained focused on it, as if he was unaware of what was going on outside.
Meng Qi walked along the secret path for a while and realized that he had gone deep into the back mountain.
The fire flickered, and the dim yellow color dyed the road dull and dim, giving Meng Qi an indescribable pressure. It seemed that the fire would be extinguished at any time, the world would return to darkness at any time, and monsters and monsters would emerge from the darkness and eat him alive.
After walking for a while, Meng Qi stopped in confusion, because he seemed to have reached the end of the secret passage. The mountain wall formed a semicircle, enclosing what seemed to be an open stone chamber.
There was a rotten futon there, with a stone bed and a stone table.
Meng Qi secretly guessed that it was a place where an expert lived in seclusion. He looked around again with caution, and then walked over.
When they got closer, the firelight reflected on the mountain wall, and Meng Qi could vaguely see a few rows of words.
Hey, it's Sanskrit. After all, Meng Qi was also a top student in the lecture hall and was no stranger to Sanskrit. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to identify.
If we don’t enter the mortal world, experience the sea of suffering, and don’t break the precepts, how can we know the true meaning of the rules, how can we break through the illusions of the world, see our own Buddha nature, and realize the wonderful existence of the vacuum
Meng Qi's knowledge of Sanskrit was not profound, and it was very difficult to understand the words. There was no guarantee that there would be no errors and omissions. Of course, he had already understood the general meaning.
These words were quite mysterious. Meng Qi whispered to himself, moving the torch downwards and shining on the signature place.
Ananda Ananda Mengqi was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Isn't this the venerable person sitting in front of the Buddha
Wait, there seems to be a Buddhist story about him breaking the precepts and leaving.
Ananda's name was written in Sanskrit like a dragon or a snake, carved with a knife or an axe. There was a hint of sharpness in it, but also a touch of tranquility and Zen. Meng Qi's eyes were attracted, and he stretched out his right hand, trying to touch it.
As soon as his palm touched it, Meng Qi suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill, and a flash of sword light burst out in front of his eyes, like a real dragon entering the sea, or a tiger returning to the mountain. All obstacles were cut off with one strike of the sword.
The light of the sword was so frightening that Meng Qi was unable to react at all. He could only watch as the light of the sword approached his body, evolved into various changes, and turned into a world of mortals.
The living are suffering, the old are suffering, the sick are suffering, and the dead are suffering. The light of the sword has evolved into infinite mysteries, and finally it is one sword that cuts through the shackles of the whole body.
In the light, Meng Qi vaguely saw a monk. He didn't know whether he was old or young, and he couldn't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness. He could only vaguely feel the bitter look and heavy determination on his face.
The firelight dimmed, and the Sanskrit words on the mountain wall turned to dust and fluttered down.
Only then did Meng Qi come back to his senses and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. What happened just now? The tragic meaning of the sword light changing into the mortal world seemed to be deeply engraved in his mind.
The dust fell to the ground and formed into words:
Obtained the inheritance of the true meaning of Ananda's Pojie Sword Technique, and understood the first pure and residual form of Ananda's Pojie Sword Technique.
It took Meng Qi a long time to close his mouth, and he finally understood what he had encountered. According to what Jiang Zhiwei said before, the Dharmakaya and some of the peak-level magical skills and moves in the exterior scenes are not based on words, and the true meaning is inherited. They are just things that entrust the true meaning. It can only be carried once, and some can be passed down for many years. From the true meaning, it is the individual's own problem to understand more or less, and whether he can realize it or not. And when he completely masters these magical skills and moves, he can leave the true meaning inheritance.
Therefore, Jiang Zhiwei was able to understand the superficial selflessness of the sword, and if the content she realized became a secret book, it would be worth at most eight or nine hundred good deeds, which would be less than one-tenth of the original value.
I remember that the Ananda Pojie Sword Technique in the temple is not a true inheritance, Meng Qi thought doubtfully. Because Vajra Temple is good at swordsmanship, Xuanxin specifically mentioned that Shaolin has an Ananda Pojie Sword Technique that is comparable to theirs. It is an outdoor scene. At the peak level, when reaching perfection, one can touch the laws of heaven and earth. At the same time, he also mentioned that a senior monk in the previous generation lent secret books and mastered this sword technique, becoming a master of sword art.
Therefore, Meng Qi knew that this sword technique was a secret inheritance in the Shaolin Temple.
Since he knew very little about the allusions in the temple, Meng Qi had no direction for his guesses at the moment. Moreover, he didn't care about guessing. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated on recalling what he had just learned, pondering over and over again the changes in the Duan Qing Jing Zan Shi.
You must know that the exchange price of Ananda's Poji Sword Technique is nine thousand good deeds, three thousand in total, and one thousand two hundred in each technique. If you forget, you will suffer a big loss.
And getting the true meaning inheritance is equivalent to getting the general outline. It is just a general outline that needs to be slowly pondered and understood. Moreover, compared to the general outline, the true meaning inheritance can also directly understand the five-style sword technique.
Of course, this requires extremely high levels of understanding. For example, Meng Qi, who had received the inheritance directly just now, only understood the remaining form of the first sword.
Meng Qi opened his eyes slightly disappointedly. The residual pose meant that he couldn't practice it yet.
Although to truly unleash the power of Ananda's breaking sword technique, one needs to step into the location and trigger changes in the outer world. But if you can master the basics now, you will have a trump card. Even if you don't have the tyranny of Jiang Zhiwei's sword, it will definitely be exquisite and terrifying. 's comments.
Taking a breath, Meng Qi put aside the matter for the time being and continued to search the stone room to see if there was anything else.
After walking half a circle around the stone chamber, Meng Qi saw something that looked like a stone door under the light of the fire.
Only faint traces of it remain on the mountain wall, and familiar words are engraved around it.
Don't enter this door if you are kind and kind.
Meng Qi recited these words, and naturally and naturally pressed his right hand on the stone door, intending to feel it without any intention of pushing it away.
As soon as his hand touched it, bursts of unspeakable chill and terror invaded Meng Qi's soul. Corpses, rotting limbs, evil spirits and demons appeared one by one before his eyes.
Then, a ray of fire ignited in the dark air, burning everything, and pointed directly at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi's face turned pale, and he retreated quickly, leaving the stone door. What he saw in front of him slowly disappeared.
After breathing for a moment, Meng Qi found that a dense layer of cold sweat had formed on his back, and his whole body was sore and limp, as if he had been seriously injured.
It's really strange that Meng Qi recovered from his breath control and never dared to touch Shimen again.
At this time, he saw an unreachable small hole under the stone door. There seemed to be an indescribable flame burning inside, and a few small characters were written next to it.
Those who are unlucky will be killed.
This is nothing, Meng Qi thought helplessly.
At the edge of the forest, Duoercha stood quietly, looking at the remaining traces.
His left shoulder and left hand completely disappeared, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, but he still stood upright.
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