Chapter 117 117 Copying Scripture

"Yu Heng, where have you been? We can't find you when we gather together." Elder Nie called to Mo Yuheng.

Mo Yuheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and explained clearly what happened during this period: "Elder Nie, it's a long story..."

"I didn't expect your experience to be so thrilling." Elder Nie was glad that he was very lucky.

Being beaten away by so many ghostly faces and souls, when I woke up, I couldn't find anyone to disperse from the crowd.

Unable to find a way out, he jumped into the blood pool and entered the pipe, and was taken to a rather magical place to gather with Tian Qing and others.

And that magical place is a small space composed of a lot of blood and human flesh. The inside does not convert these things into demonic energy and disappears through a tunnel.

Several people kept vomiting and were so disgusted that they almost vomited out their livers.

The soul was separated and entered inside, and it kept screaming and being affected by these things. Elder Nie and others wanted to rest and practice too much, but they couldn't live in peace.

Fortunately, they encountered no danger, but encountered something strange.

Mo Yuheng envied the other party's luck in not coming out until now. After many guesses, he said: "Elder Nie, I think you were locked inside the altar, and you could escape only after the altar was destroyed."

"Altar." Elder Nie looked over and saw that the black altar behind him had fallen into pieces and fell to the ground, and its original appearance could not be seen.

"It's this kind of smell that's very evil." Elder Nie felt aversion to cold for a while. This kind of smell made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but think of those flesh and blood and couldn't help but want to vomit.

The sight of ghosts crying and wolves howling is still fresh in my memory and will never be forgotten.

"As long as people are alive, let's deal with these souls before we can go out." Elder Nie said, after all, he wasted too much time and ended up climbing the ladder to heaven.

If you miss the time at Yuxu, you can understand their helplessness and suffering, and they may be admitted to the door as an exception.

Mo Yuheng naturally understood some of the rules of recruiting disciples in Jade Market from the book: "If you don't participate in the Climbing Ladder, even if you make an exception and join the Jade Market, you can only become an outer disciple. Unless I make a huge contribution to the sect, I can only become an outer disciple."

Opportunity enters the inner door.”

"right."

"Elder Nie, I have hidden spiritual roots."

"What!"

The Hidden Spirit Root is very rare. Only one in the entire Jade Ruins has successfully opened it and achieved a high achievement.

Elder Nie's eyes shone: "What kind of spiritual root is it?"

"Fo Ling Gen."

"What?" Elder Nie was surprised as to why he had Buddha Spiritual Root.

Seeing that Monk Wuchen's bald head overlapped with Mo Yuheng's head, no, no, Mo Yuheng was their disciple of Yuxu, and they couldn't let such a talented disciple be taken away.

He needs to keep an eye on it.

"Yes."

Elder Nie thought about it carefully and understood her intention: "You have to think about it, you will spend a lot of energy here,"

"What happened in Liancheng, Yuxu has the obligation to protect and perform its duties. Senior Wuchen came to visit the area under the jurisdiction of Yuxu, so he cannot be held responsible for everything."

Elder Nie hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, Mo Yuheng added fuel to the fire: "Elder Nie, I don't want to be a nun yet."

"That's right, you can't be a nun. You are so beautiful. You really belong to Buddhism and you can't wear nice clothes or beautiful jewelry."

Elder Nie blushed, his thoughts were seen through by Mo Yuheng.

The power of merit and will!

This is what Mo Yuheng wants. If he can save the souls of the dead and go to the underworld, he can gain merit and will power.

How much you get depends on your ability and luck.

Wuchen has already negotiated with all the ghosts and agreed that the master and apprentice should stay to save them and let other unrelated people leave.

Elder Nie and Wuchen met and exchanged a few words, and asked Mo Yuheng to stay and help. Later, Yuxu Yuanying came to take charge.

After they had reached an agreement, the others left one after another.

Only the three of them were left, surrounded by many ghosts who were watching eagerly.

"Fen Jin, Yu Heng, this is the Diamond Sutra. It must be filled in with blood sincerely in order to save the souls of the dead."

"yes."

Mo Yuheng and the other two took the jade slip from Wuchen's hand and placed it close to their foreheads to read the information.

Mo Yuheng read it once and remembered it all.

Make a secret with both hands: "Concrete."

Three tables and chairs formed on the ground, and rolls of paper were taken out and placed on them.

A person appeared in the sky, it was Elder Nie who had been gone for an hour.

"Did Elder Nie get it?"

"I've got them all here. I'll get them if I don't have enough."

Mo Yuheng took the storage bag thrown down by Elder Nie and opened it to see that there was quite a lot of it.

"Where did it come from so quickly?"

"Everyone voluntarily donated blood out of guilt." Elder Nie smiled.

"Thank you, Elder Nie." Mo Yuheng saluted. Elder Nie worked very efficiently.

Wuchen was surprised.

Fen Jin was stunned: "Is this okay for Yu Heng?"

He wondered whether he should ask others to help him buy some blood-replenishing elixirs, and write with blood while replenishing his blood.

"Senior Wuchen, there is no rule that we must use our own blood."

"No." Wuchen smiled, this girl Mo Yuheng really knows how to find a way.

As soon as Wuchen finished speaking, Fenjin breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that his master had been seriously injured and wasted his life span, and now he was consuming blood to write the Diamond Sutra for such a huge task, which would be harmful to his body and worsen his condition.

Wuchen took the lead and sat down.

Mo Yuheng took out the inkstone and pens and distributed them to everyone, dividing the blood into three parts and putting them aside.

Mo Yuheng recited the Diamond Sutra silently once and gradually entered a better state.

It’s as if she is a Buddha. She writes with a hand-held ink pen like a spirit, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing?

Cough cough cough!

Mo Yuheng had never learned calligraphy in his previous life and was now focusing on practicing it. The writing with his calligraphy was crooked and twisted, like strips of centipedes.

The dead souls lined up in a long line to receive the scriptures, but the font of the scriptures was very ugly.

It doesn't matter if they are connected, and it doesn't matter if they don't connect.

I squinted and noticed that the fonts of Wuchen and Fenjin were grand and beautiful, and I couldn't help but envy them.

Looking at the three invisible lines of dead souls behind me, I immediately stopped thinking about queuing up again, sighed, took the first "Diamond Sutra" from Mo Yuheng's hand, and left.

Wait for the three people to finish copying and open the way for Wangchuan to enter the underworld.

Mo Yuheng's face turned red and he forced himself to write.

Don't look at that poor ghost.

Mo Yuheng was indignant and thought to himself that in her previous life, her writing looked good, but her pen was wrong.

The font of the next article "The Diamond Sutra" written by Mo Yuheng is much more beautiful, but it is not eye-catching to everyone.

But it is full of rhythm and has a touch of Buddhist light, which is not inferior to Wuchen and Wu Chen.

Only then did the ghost take it with peace of mind.

Next, Mo Yuheng's fonts became more beautiful and gradually gained their own style.

Fast forward three and a half years, and Mo Yuheng's handwriting has become more beautiful.

It has the sharpness of a sword, and the font is as varied and beautiful as a swimming dragon.

During this period of time, Mo Yuheng's body was like a willow.

Her body grew taller and she became a girl of unparalleled beauty. Her whole body exuded the sacred light of Buddha and was inviolable.

Mo Yuheng wrote the last "Diamond Sutra" silently, and immediately picked up the pen and gave the "Diamond Sutra" to the last ghost.

The ghost took the "Diamond Sutra", and the face that was originally blue and fanged was filled with evil spirits, but was suddenly washed away by the "Diamond Sutra".

He turned into a normal ghost young man and knelt down to thank: "You are truly a living Bodhisattva."

Mo Yuheng stood up and helped the ghost youth: "It's what I should do. Get up. Today I should send you to the underworld."

"Omitabha, you are so good. My little friend has been so perseverant in the past three years. In just a few years, he has gained a profound understanding of Buddhism. It is a pity that such a good young man is cultivating Buddhism." Wuchen stood up with a lot of emotions.

His talent for Buddhist cultivation is no worse than that of Yan Yan, but he just refuses to enter Buddhism.

I believe that if you forget about the world and concentrate on cultivating your mind, you will achieve extremely high achievements.
Chapter completed!