Under Master Kongjing's urging, Murong Chunyu sat in front of the stone table, holding the brush tightly in his hand, revising the "Celestial Cankran Jue" scripture he had just written on the white paper, word for word.
Murong Chunyu originally wanted to delay for some more time, but he was afraid that Master Kong Jing and others would become suspicious.
Each of these eight sects is not a cheap person, and most of them have been famous in the martial arts world for many years.
If Murong Chunyu wants to play tricks under the hands of these people, it will be very difficult.
"Hey? Master, do you think this sentence is correct?"
Murong Chunyu stretched out her green jade finger and pointed at the fifth and sixth sentence in front of her.
Zhao Rui saw Master Kong Jing standing on tiptoes, frowning, and looked in the direction Murong Chunyu was pointing.
Not long after, Master Kongjing said loudly: "Master Murong, this sentence is also a big mistake!"
Murong Chunyu looked at it intently for a moment, and thought to himself: Actually, I am very familiar with this sentence. When Master Shi Lin was about to die that night, the old man recited the original version of "Celestial Silkworm Jue".
At that time, this sentence was quite impressive to me. I recalled that I had just written this sentence wrong when I was playing tricks in front of these people.
Hehe! But it doesn't matter, now I will continue to play some tricks, but I want to see if this old bald ass can see it.
In this way, Murong Chunyu picked up the brush again, held it tightly in his hand, dipped ink into the inkstone, frowned, and crossed out this line first.
Then, in the blank space below, he wrote a sentence: The bright moon and the river flow through the ages.
After finishing writing, Murong Chunyu nodded with satisfaction.
Zhao Rui knew this very well, because the Chinese characters of this era were all traditional Chinese characters, especially the four characters "flowing through the ages", which were written with a lot of strokes.
Even though there are only these eight characters, Murong Chunyu spent a lot of time writing it.
After Murong Chunyu finished writing, he slowly turned his head, looked at Master Kongjing and asked with a smile: "Master, do you want to take a look?"
Master Kongjing bent down, frowned and recited the sentence written by Murong Chunyu just now: "The bright moon and the river flow through the ages."
The Seven Sages of Chongzhen quickly came closer, frowned and stared at this sentence, and also recited it: "The bright moon and the river flow through the ages."
Fu Fang, the head of the Qingshan Sect, suddenly said "Hey" and said urgently: "Something's wrong, why does this sentence look so strange? Could it be that Mingyue Dajiang refers to the true energy of "Celestial Silkworm Jue"?
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Murong Chunyu frowned, nodded slowly and said, "That's probably the case. I recall that when Master Shi Lin was about to die that night, he recited the "Tian Can Jue" sutra, and this was it."
Fu Fang frowned, quickly turned to look at Master Kong Jing, and asked softly: "Master, this "Celestial Silkworm Jue" scripture comes from your Shaolin, and it stands to reason that it is also the treasure of your Shaolin Temple."
"Think about it carefully, should this be the sentence?"
In fact, everyone in the eight sects was quite embarrassed at this time. The reason was very simple. They seemed to be led by the nose by Murong Chunyu.
Every word on this white paper was written by Murong Chunyu himself. Everyone present did not know what the authentic version of "Celestial Silkworm Jue" was.
You can only rely on your own judgment and experience to verify. If you find something wrong, you can only ask Murong Chunyu to change it on the original basis.