It's better to know your husband than your wife, Lu Zi knew what her husband wanted to do.
Xie Jing smiled and opened the bag of tips.
Lu Zi looked around and saw that there was nothing strange in the kit, only a small piece of paper with three words written on it.
Xie Jing held the note in his hand, and the note turned into ashes. Only the couple saw the note.
After putting the kit away again, Xie Jing gently stroked the canopy ruler and said, "This is my treasure, just like the pen in the hand of an official or the sword in the hand of a knight."
"Madam, if I are separated from it, I want you to give this treasure to a young man named Xie Fu."
Lu Zi smiled and said, "I don't know him."
Xie Jing smiled: "Just ask and you'll find out."
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After returning to the wing to drink some water, Zhang Lingluo took Xie Fu towards the back mountain at about the same time.
This time, no matter how intimidated Zhang Lingluo was, Hu Diquan would definitely follow her, in the name of protecting Xie Fu Zhouquan.
On the way, Zhang Lingluo told Xie Fu some information about the Wen Dao barrier based on what she knew.
"There is a barrier between heaven and earth, which separates the land of immortals and demons from humans. Mortals will never be able to set foot in it..."
Hu Diquan was confused when he heard this. Thanks to Fu's extensive reading, he responded: "It's like the Kunlun Yaochi, the Valley of Death, and the Gate of Hell."
Zhang Lingluo smiled: "I don't know either. If you have been there, you must come back and tell me."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "If I had really been there, I might not be able to come back. If I really came and went so easily, there wouldn't be any false and vague legends."
Zhang Lingluo continued: "The enchantments of literary people are generally like this. In fact, they are the strengthening and expansion of the protective mantra."
Xie Fu said: "The mantra of self-protection?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "It is similar to the body-protecting Qi of martial arts masters, but it is harder and more invulnerable than the body-protecting Qi." Probably in order to make Xie Fu understand better, he added: "It has the same effect as the Vajra Mantra of Buddhism.
How wonderful.”
Xie Fu is aware of the Buddhist Vajra Mantra, which forms the Vajra Realm, placing the body and mind in a peaceful environment, keeping the mind pure, resisting the infringements of demons and evil spirits, and at the same time, the physical body is protected from wind, rain, and swords.
All Buddhist Vajra Mantras are both protective mantras and barrier mantras.
Zhang Lingluo had previously said that people in the Literary Way can influence the minds of others by reciting mantras. Isn't it just like demons and evil intruders? Thinking of this, she asked: "Can this protective mantra also resist the attacks of the mantras in the Wendao?"
Zhang Lingluo responded: "Of course, that's why in the hall just now, several of them silently recited the mantra to test it, but it had no effect on you, so I was secretly surprised."
Just now in the wing, Xie Fu had told Zhang Lingluo that he was really not a literary master.
Xie Fu laughed loudly: "Master Ci Guan said that all the bad things in the world are evil. If you recite Buddhist sutras more, the lotus will be purified, and evil spirits will not be able to enter. Now it seems to be quite beneficial."
Xie Fu's young mind is as susceptible to the temptation of women as anyone else, and the Xie family lists the precept of prostitution as the first major precept.
Many times when Xiefu couldn't bear it anymore, he would recite sutras and mantras.
Zhang Lingluo asked: "But Master Ciguan of Daming Temple in Yangzhou?"
Xie Fu asked in surprise: "Do you know Master Ciguan?"
Zhang Lingluo smiled lightly and said: "Yangzhou Daming Temple is one of the nine major Buddhist temples, and Master Ciguan is a master of both civil and military cultivation."
Xie Fu said: "Master Ciguan is a master of both civil and martial arts. Why didn't I know that?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "The people of the Shi Sect are all cultivators of both civil and martial arts. They strive for a clear mind, so they never need to survive the tribulations of martial arts. Of course, the people of the Shi Sect have made slow progress in martial arts for many years."
Xie Fu said: "But the foundation is solid, the mountains and seas do not move, and the wind and rain do not shake."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "So sometimes it is not a good thing to rush for success, but whoever pursues martial arts does not strive to improve every day."
Xie Fuhui also chanted this Vajra Mantra silently in his heart and said to Hu Diquan: "Diquan, hit me hard."
After Hu Diquan was stunned for a moment, he lightly hit Xie Fu.
After receiving a punch, Mr. Xie said: "Miss Zhang, you just said that the Vajra Mantra of Buddhism and Taoism are similar in purpose and effect to the body protection mantra of Buddhism. I just recited the Vajra Mantra, but it had no effect at all."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "If you recite it, it will be effective. People in the world who can recite the Vajra Mantra are not all literary masters. The mantras and mantras are all true and true from Zhenru's heart."
The truth that flowed out of Zhenru's heart was true. Xie Fu heard this sentence again.
Zhang Lingluo said: "Probably if you believe it, it's true. People in the literary and Taoist circles respect heaven and the saintly Dharma Patriarch, while Buddhists believe in and respect Buddha."
Xie Fu asked in surprise: "Is it because I don't believe in or respect Buddha?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "If you don't believe it yet, how can it come true?"
Hu Diquan laughed loudly: "Thank you, Fu, do you want to become a monk?"
Xie Fu smiled: "I already have a wife, I definitely can't be a monk anymore."
During the conversation, I unknowingly came to the back mountain, but it was not the place where the Confucian master in blue was reciting the blessing mantra earlier.
You can see a towering tree from a distance. This tree is so big that it looks like grass in front of other forest trees.
The trunk of the big tree is black, as if it were painted with black paint. If he hadn't seen the green leaves, Xie Fu would not have been able to recognize that it was a red gold sandalwood tree.
Xie Fu has never seen such a big red gold sandalwood tree.
Zhang Lingluo said: "This is Suzhou Wenting's natural dojo, and that tree is Suzhou Wenting's treasure."
Xie Fu blurted out: "Lightning strikes the jujube tree!"
The red golden sandalwood tree is what Taoists call jujube wood, and the oily black trunk is probably caused by lightning strikes and burning.
It is recorded in classics such as "The Return of Ten Thousand Methods to the Zong" and "Yunji Qizhu" that the lightning strike jujube wood is the most sacred wood. The magic weapons made from the thunder strike jujube wood are the unsurpassed magic weapons and the king of magic weapons.
Wait for the good name.
With such a big lightning-struck jujube tree, no wonder Zhang Lingluo said it was the treasure of Suzhou Wenting.
As for this place being the natural dojo of Suzhou Wenting, there is nothing strange about it.
At this time, the people in the Literary Way had already begun to clean the altar and arrange knots.
Master Shen Yue in purple clothes is located right in front of the lightning-struck jujube tree. Two Confucian masters in green clothes and two Confucian masters in green clothes are separated from each other.
The locations where no one is standing are divided into five directions: east, west, south, north, and center.
Xie Jing, who was mentally exhausted, and the other two Confucian masters in blue stood outside the formation, watching the protectors quietly.
Xie Fu felt a little excited because he could finally see people from the literary world displaying their great magical powers.
There are four people sitting cross-legged in the formation, with their eyes closed and serious expressions. These four people are the four fourth-level masters who are about to break through. Zhang Zhengyang and Liu Guangmu are separated by four people, with serious expressions on their faces.
Once the barrier is completed, none of the six people within the barrier can get out. Once someone becomes a demon, Zhang Zhengyang and Liu Guangmu will work together to kill him within the hour and a half that the barrier is maintained.
Just as Xie Fu was about to approach, Zhang Lingluo pulled Xie Fu and said, "Stay far away. I don't know how big the scope of this barrier is. After a while, the barrier will be 100%, and you will not be able to get out if you are covered in it."
At this time, a burst of chanting began, initially like a gathering of Buddhist monks chanting strangely.
Immediately afterwards, the chanting slowly began to spread, echoing in the mountains behind, as if it was recited from the mouths of five Confucian masters, and like gods and Buddhas singing in low voices from the sky.
Xie Fu felt a buzzing in his ears.
Zhang Lingluo said: "For ordinary people, the Mantra of Wen Dao can only be heard but cannot be spoken. Each vowel must first be gathered in the chakras in the body to be emitted, then rise to the throat, open the mouth to gather in the cavity, linger and then exit the nose.
The mouth rushes into the seven orifices."
"So people in the Wen Dao need to open their chakras first before they can recite mantras. Some mantras are more profound and need to be emanated from different chakras. Some people in the Wen Dao have shallow cultivation, and some chakras are not opened, so they cannot pronounce such mantras.
Without the vowels, they cannot recite this kind of mantra. This kind of situation is called mute speech in literature."
After Xie Fu thought for a while, he said: "It's like a lyre. If all seven strings are present, it can produce seven tones. If five strings are broken, it can only produce two tones."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Your metaphor is very clear, but it is not necessarily the case. Certain vowels contain powerful mysterious power and require stronger mental support, and certain mantras also require more intensive chanting."
"I told you before that a general mantra needs to be recited skillfully tens of thousands of times before the mind, body and mind can be deeply integrated into the artistic conception of the mantra, so that the words can be heard and the effect can be exerted."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "This is understandable. Just like a piece of piano music, different people will play it differently. Some people are extremely skilled. They have the music in their hearts and they can play it with ease. They play it with sincerity and sincerity. It is sweet and touching.
Some people play it hoarsely, which makes people upset and angry."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "I really can't do anything about you." But it was equivalent to acquiescing to Xie Fu's metaphor.
Zhang Lingluo looked forward and said softly: "It's a pity that two Confucian masters in purple are holding them back and cannot recite more profound mantras. If five Confucian masters in purple set up a barrier in this dojo, it would be considered a first-class
Even the strong cannot break it."
Xie Fu said: "Miss Zhang, you are worried that this barrier will be too weak and will be broken after a while."
Zhang Lingluo said: "I'm not worried. Although this barrier is not strong, it is enough to deal with a few people in the formation. How can it be so easy to break the barrier of Wen Dao people, not to mention that this is the dojo of Suzhou Wenting."
At this moment, I saw the five literary masters who were reciting mantras glowing with light. Purple light came from the purple-clothed master Xuan, green light came from the two green-clothed Confucian masters, and green light came from the green-clothed Confucian master.
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This light is like a burning flame on the body, wrapping around the whole body but never leaving. If it were replaced by golden light, it would be like a god or Buddha coming to the world.
When Xie Fu saw this, he thought to himself, no wonder ordinary people regard people in the literary world as gods, but this scene is completely beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.
The light on the five people suddenly rose up and shot up more than twenty feet. After gathering together, it was like fireworks that bloomed and then disappeared.
Under the sun, Fu Xie seemed to see a nearly transparent glass cover, about twenty feet wide and long, covering the six people. The wind stopped and the grass stopped inside, as if wind and rain could not enter.
