Wang Wanzhi opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw Xie Fu, she closed her eyes and showed a smile on her lips. He could be considered... a friend.
Xie Fu suddenly said loudly: "If it comes to exorcising evil, I can do it. Wang Wanzhi, I can help you." He muttered.
Zhang Lingluo, who was standing next to her, only felt grateful to Fu Tianzhen. You were reciting the Prajna Heart Sutra, while Mr. Wang was reciting the vowel mantra.
Vowels require chakra opening to be recited, but the Prajna Heart Sutra can be recited by anyone who is literate.
But a strange scene occurred. As Xie Fu recited the "Prajna Heart Sutra", cyan light slowly escaped from his body.
Everyone was surprised when they saw this. This was a sign that the navel chakra and the throat chakra had been opened. He was actually a man of upright Confucianism and culture.
It's just that his cultivation of Confucianism was not enough to solve the current dilemma, and soon there was a look of pity on his face.
As he chanted, the green light on Xie Fu's body was like a spark of fire, burning slowly, and the flames lingered around his body.
A strange scene appeared again. The flaming green light began to change colors. There was green light in the blue light, and there was green light in the green light.
What is the situation?
The expressions of the two Confucian masters in green changed when they saw this. This was a sign that they were about to break through in cultivation and open the third wheel of the Muladhara chakra. This was also the change they had been pursuing for so many years of hard training.
How this Young Master Xie could act so strangely in an instant is really unbelievable and unheard of.
There are more and more flaming green lights, and less and less blue lights, until they are all replaced by green light.
Seeing this scene, one of the Confucian masters in blue exclaimed: "The bottom chakra has opened, and we have entered the realm of great Confucianism."
You must know that this kind of change needs to last for seven days and seven nights to complete the transformation.
In this moment, the effort is complete, how can I not be shocked.
Others were curious and surprised when they heard this. Is it so easy?
As far as they know, the road to literature can be more difficult than the road to martial arts. If you succeed, you will succeed, but if you fail, you will have no hope for life. This is why there are so few people in literature.
Xie Fu's mind is entirely focused on reciting the "Prajna Heart Sutra", just to drive away evil and delusion, and the five senses are unaware of the body.
He didn't know how many times he had recited the "Prajna Heart Sutra". Only today, with a sincere heart, he believed that this "Prajna Heart Sutra" could drive away evil and delusion.
If he failed once, he would recite it ten times; if he failed ten times, he would recite it a hundred times; if he failed a hundred times, he would recite it thousands of times.
The green flames on Xie Fu's body were blazing and dazzling.
A Confucian master said with emotion: "What a powerful mind and spirit, this Mr. Xie..."
Before the Confucian master could finish his words, something strange appeared on Fu Xie's body, and the green light changed again, like the sun shining on the clouds after rain, with multiple colors lingering and intertwining, and the reflections flowing brilliantly.
The color flow gradually became clear, and only the green and purple colors intertwined, like a dragon and a phoenix competing for beauty, until the purple light completely swallowed the green light.
The Confucian master trembled his lips and said: "The sun chakra has been opened, and I have entered the semi-mysterious cultivation level... If I continue like this, I will not directly become a saint."
Although Zhang Lingluo was shocked when she heard this, she secretly thought, how could such a thing happen? Uncle Xie must have been a master of literary arts, otherwise, the mantras of many masters of literary arts in the hall earlier would have had no impact on him...
With a sound of ah, the Confucian master showed an expression of disbelief on his face. Generally speaking, people like them would not be so embarrassed when seeing something surprising.
But at this time, Xie Fu's body was undergoing another change, which shocked him greatly. The purple flame burst out, and then a red light appeared.
This is to open the fifth heart chakra and step into the Zhengxuan realm. You must know that Master Xie Ting, as a literary genius, is only taking a semi-xuan step, and this Mr. Xie has already moved towards the Zhengxuan realm. This is to achieve success immediately.
St.
Now only Literary Saints using their great supernatural powers and possessing spiritual consciousness can explain it.
One of the Confucian masters bowed to Master Xie and knelt down with an extremely pious expression.
Another Confucian master who was in shock saw this and came to his senses and asked: "Master Ding, what are you doing?"
As a Confucian master with a high status, even if Mr. Xie is extraordinary, there is absolutely no reason to kneel down to him.
Master Ding Ru replied: "It must be Master Wen Sheng who used Mr. Xie's body to display his great powers."
Zhang Lingluo was horrified when she heard this. Does the literary saint have such magical powers? Isn't that better than the gods, but she is half-believed.
Unless Literary Saint was nearby, Zhang Lingluo looked around but found nothing strange. If Literary Saint was here, there would be no need to borrow Uncle Xie's body.
Xie Fu's body is glowing red like Wang Wanzhi, and the fifth heart chakra has been opened!
With Zhengxuan cultivation, gods pass through people and are respected by people.
At this time, Wang Wanzhi breathed another mouthful of blood, her body collapsed and she sat on the ground, and the Sanskrit and Sanskrit vowels that filled the world stopped.
Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but mental demons are difficult to drive away. Reciting the blessing mantra is inherently the most energy-consuming.
To help people in the martial arts overcome calamities, it often requires the combined efforts of multiple practitioners in the martial arts.
For example, the "Surangama Mantra" of Buddhist Buddhism was attributed to Ananda who was bewitched by the evil curse of Madanga. When Ananda's vow was about to be destroyed, the Buddha ordered Manjusri Bodhisattva to recite the "Surangama Mantra".
Mantra" to save Ananda, Ananda was saved and returned to the Buddha.
Although the Shurangama Mantra is powerful, it also consumes a lot of mental energy. Even an enlightened eminent monk would not dare to recite it alone. It requires many eminent monks to recite it in unison.
The blessing mantra, like the Shurangama Mantra, is the most mentally consuming and requires a long time of chanting for transformation.
At this moment, Wang Wanzhi was using his demi-god body to help three fourth-level martial arts masters overcome the calamity. It can be imagined that the mental and physical exertion was great.
She couldn't hold it any longer.
If this continues, Mr. Wang will die in vain. Zhang Lingluo shouted: "Uncle Xie, please stop, your Prajna Heart Sutra is useless."
Xie Fu no longer knew the five senses, but kept chanting with his lips.
Zhang Lingluo pushed Mr. Xie and then woke him up, "Uncle Xie, your Prajna Heart Sutra is useless. If you want to help Mr. Wang, you need to recite the mantra of blessing."
Xie Fu heard this and blurted out: "I don't know how."
"Uh...you read it after Mr. Wang."
Master Ding Ru immediately spoke up and said: "You need to recite the mantra skillfully tens of thousands of times, so that your body, mind, and thoughts can be deeply integrated into the artistic conception of the mantra, and then you can hear the words in your heart. How can it be true just by reciting it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhang Lingluo said: "Didn't you just say that Master Wen Sheng used Mr. Xie's body to use his magical powers?"
Master Ding Ru paused: "Well... if it is really the literary saint who has exerted great supernatural powers, how can he not know the mantra? Just now... it was me just now..." But he was too shocked just now, so he talked nonsense.
At this time, the sound of Sanskrit and Sanskrit came again, but it was Wang Wanzhi who sat on the ground and recited it, but the vowels that filled the world seemed much dim.
"I'll give it a try."
Xie Fu said and started chanting along with Wang Wanzhi.
Indeed, the mantras uttered by people in the literary world are vowels. Each vowel comes from chakras and is full of mysterious power. Ordinary people cannot pronounce it at all.
At this moment, Xie Fu's chakras have been opened and he can release them according to his heart.
But as soon as I started chanting along with Wang Wanzhi, my mind felt like it was being pulled, and it was slowly pulled away.
As more and more vowels are recited, more and more mental energy is taken away, jerky, chaotic, and resistant...
Once, twice, three times, after several times, Xie Fu began to become proficient and smooth. The sound of the words was already in his heart. Even if he did not follow Wang Wanzhi, he could recite it as he pleased, just like a song was already in his heart and he just sang it according to his heart.
But as I become more proficient and smooth, my mind is like a flood, and I feel as tired as after studying all night.
But in the ears of others, they heard another Brahma sound rising up, filling the sky, and penetrating the heaven and earth.
Master Ding listened to this humming murmur in his ears and moved his lips: "A hundred recitations come true. This is the posture of a literary saint, the posture of a literary saint!"
Zhang Lingluo said proudly: "I have not recited Uncle Xie a hundred times." But she was secretly shocked in her heart, Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, who are you?
The look she looked at Xie Fu at this time was different, revealing a bit of girlish admiration. You must know that she only looked at men in one way - teasingly, treating him like a plaything.
Only then did Wang Wanzhi open her eyes again and look at Xie Fu, with a faint smile on her blood-stained lips, "I have known for a long time that you are a master of arts and crafts."
This will make her feel that the pressure is greatly reduced. Her mind has become empty and empty, and she relies solely on her heart and soul to support her. At this time, a master of literary and Taoism is acting, and she feels that she can relieve herself of the heavy burden. When the mantra in her heart stops, her Sanskrit music also stops.
I'm so tired. I can finally have a good sleep. I won't be able to sleep forever. I don't have to wake up and endure the sorrow and pain again.
Xie Fu, who was reciting the congratulatory mantra, suddenly felt the pulling force on his heart getting stronger, as if his soul was being dragged away at once. His heart palpitated, his throat felt sweet, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Once the mantra is broken, heaven and earth return to silence.
Zhang Lingluo called out with concern: "Uncle Xie..."
Xie Fu responded: "It's so powerful, like a demon trying to drag away my soul."
Upon hearing Master Xie, Master Ding immediately knew that Master Xie had really just comprehended the art of literature and climbed directly to the realm of Zhengxuan. He wanted to teach some skills, but he didn't know how to teach them at the moment.
At this time, Mr. Xie seemed to have magical powers, but he didn't know how to use them.
He only has the cultivation of Confucianism, so it would be better if Lord Xie Ting is here.
The Buddhist vowels came back again, but it was Wang Wanzhi who devoted all his energy to continue.
Xie Fu looked at Wang Wanzhi's bloody face, her frightening face with rugged skin and bones, and walked towards her.
As he got closer, the entrance was full of desire. At this moment, he actually wanted to possess, oppress and ravage this skinny, pitiful woman.
absurd!
Beast!
Xie Fu was very resistant to this feeling and hated it very much.
I love her, I love her... Who doesn't love Wang Wanzhi's style, and who doesn't admire Wang Wanzhi's demeanor.
I admire her, I have feelings and desires for her. Only thinking about it and coexisting with desire can make Xie Fu feel better.
No matter how ugly, old or scary you become, I still love you and want to have you.
A finger gently landed on Wang Wanzhi's lips, stopping her from continuing to recite the congratulations. The finger was warm and filled with the warm breath of life.
Wang Wanzhi opened his bloody eyes, and what came into view was a man's face, which was a little strange, but also a little familiar.
This familiarity is that he once used his body to warm himself, warming himself like a fire, so that he no longer felt pain and discomfort.
At this moment, his fingers on his lips felt warm.
Wang Wanzhi's lips moved slightly, but what came out was not the true words, "Hello, I am Wang Wanzhi."
Although there are three encounters, one word is like the first acquaintance.
