The reason why Meng Xiuyuan said he would go to Jing Nian Chan Sect to pick up the Heshi Bi in three days was because of two considerations.
First, he really hoped that Master Feixuan could use these three days to prepare well with the Jing Nian Zen Sect without any reservations.
If Meng Xiuyuan wants to win, he also needs to win so that the other party can be convinced. He has nothing to say.
Only in this way can his name be destroyed, his power broken, and his heart destroyed.
The second reason is that Meng Xiuyuan himself has something more important that he needs to do immediately.
After seeing off the uninvited guest Shi Feixuan, Meng Xiuyuan left the inn without stopping at all and headed straight out of Luoyang City.
After leaving the city gate, Meng Xiuyuan immediately restrained his aura, improved his Qinggong, and went straight into the dense mountain forest south of Luoyang City.
After galloping for dozens of miles with all his strength, and after confirming that no one was following him, Meng Xiuyuan stopped in a deserted and secluded mountain shade, and immediately sat down beside a big tree.
This sitting lasted three days and three nights.
During the three days, no matter it was windy, rainy, thunderous or lightning, Meng Xiuyuan still sat there quietly with his eyes closed, his body did not waver at all, and his expression did not change at all.
Occasionally, snakes, insects, rats, ants, hedgehogs, hares and other animals passed by him, but they just regarded him as a piece of green wood and rock and paid no attention to him.
It wasn't until the sun rose three days later that Meng Xiuyuan finally let out a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.
There are no grand scenes like strong winds, alternating cold and heat, nor spectacular scenes of birds singing, butterflies dancing, and flowers and plants blooming.
In this silence, Meng Xiuyuan's inner transformation was quietly taking place.
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In fact, this breakthrough opportunity came so suddenly that even Meng Xiuyuan himself felt a little surprised when he looked back and thought about it.
On the morning when Shi Fei Xuan came to the inn to find him, during the debate between the two about Cihang Jingzhai, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt that his soul had finally reached its current limit and would no longer occur.
grew and entered a relatively stable state.
What was even more unexpected to Meng Xiuyuan was that perhaps because he had persisted in reciting the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" silently for more than ten years, his spiritual accumulation was so thick and his soul was so strong that he naturally broke through a certain limit.
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Without Meng Xiuyuan's subjective urging, his consciousness and soul had already begun to contact each other, gradually entering the next level of spiritual cultivation.
As mentioned before, from a certain perspective, the human spirit can be divided into two types.
"Yuanshen" refers to the innate god of the human body, that faint aura that contains the human body's subconscious and so-called spiritual awareness.
"Consciousness of God" refers to the usual consciousness, daily thoughts and feelings, all five sense perception, judgment and analysis, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, all are controlled by Consciousness of God.
According to what is said in "The Great Method of Planting Demons in the Dao Heart", when one reaches a state like Meng Xiuyuan's cultivation, the next step is to combine the "primordial spirit" and the "consciousness spirit" into one, so that they are indistinguishable from each other at all times.
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The advantage of this is that the spiritual perception of martial arts practitioners will be amplified dozens of times. When fighting with the enemy, being able to discern every detail and predict the enemy's opportunities are no longer just adjectives.
To give a popular example from Meng Xiuyuan's previous life, people who have cultivated to this state are similar to awakening the "knowledge and color dominance" to a certain extent. They can mentally know the enemy anytime and anywhere, and even predict the opponent's next move to a certain extent.
action.
Facing an enemy in such a state, facing an opponent whose level is lower than one's own, is naturally unfavorable.
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Meng Xiuyuan stood up and shook slightly, and the dust and dead leaves on his green shirt immediately fell away.
The time is right, it's time to go to the appointment.
Meng Xiuyuan stopped delaying and flew up and down. It didn't take long before he came to the foot of Jing Nian Zen Mountain again.
Looking up, I saw that this vast expanse of high towers and pavilions was still so forbidding, making people feel that it was unattainable.
However, what is different from the last time I came here is that there are faint voices coming from the originally silent temple on the mountain.
"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not true, you will see the Tathagata..."
The sound of chanting Buddhist sutras was very faint at first, but as I paid more attention, I felt that the sound became clearer and clearer in my ears.
Until a moment later, Meng Xiuyuan could hear the different voices and expressions of different monks without even paying attention.
A simple analysis shows that there are at least 200 monks who recite the Diamond Sutra. Judging from their breathing, chanting and vocalization, it is obvious that these 200 monks have high internal skills.
Meng Xiuyuan naturally understood from this situation that the people from Jing Nian Temple read it to him deliberately. But he couldn't guess whether the other party was going to such trouble to give him a blow, or whether he wanted him to retreat in spite of the difficulties.
Shaking his head and smiling, Meng Xiuyuan stopped thinking about it and immediately climbed up the stairs. After all, no matter what the reason was, today's battle would not change.
In a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan had already flown halfway up the mountainside, and the sound of chanting that was only vaguely audible at first was now rumbling.
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such..."
More than two hundred monks used their inner strength to chant the Diamond Sutra in unison. The sound was overwhelming and made the flowers, plants and leaves in the mountain tremble.
But what surprised Meng Xiuyuan was that in the chanting, he could only hear a solemn warning, but he did not hear any murderous intent.
This made Meng Xiuyuan think highly of these monks from the Jing Nian Zen Sect.
Along the way to find the sound, Meng Xiuyuan passed through two mountain gates and passed by a temple. It was not until he reached the white stone square in the center of the monastery that he saw a human figure.
As expected, there were more than two hundred monks, big and small, standing in the square. Each one held a fine iron Zen staff in his right hand, and hung a dark red Buddha bead on his left hand. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. They looked solemn.
Shi Feixuan, on the other hand, stood in front of the monks with a long sword, looking solemnly at the road on the mountain. When Meng Xiuyuan appeared, she couldn't help but have a sad look on her face:
"Mr. Meng, you are here after all..."
Following Shi Feixuan's soft sigh, the sound of the monks chanting sutras suddenly stopped. For a moment, the entire Zen courtyard was completely silent, except for the soft sound of the wind blowing withered leaves.
"Sir, I understand your thoughts, and even to a certain extent, I think what you said that day makes sense, so I really don't want to be your enemy.
It's just that Feixuan, as a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, has the responsibility of being a master, and the matter of He Shibi was also personally explained by her mentor..."
Master Fei Xuan looked at Meng Xiuyuan and spoke sincerely, as if she wanted to take advantage of this last opportunity to persuade Meng Xiuyuan to change his mind.
However, Meng Xiuyuan did not want to hear her talk any more. He immediately shook his head and interrupted:
"Miss Shi, we have made it clear three days ago what should be said.
I came today just to take away the Heshi Bi."
Meng Xiuyuan's words were not loud, but they naturally aroused his spirit that had just merged into one and undergone a qualitative change. Every word that came out of his mouth hit the minds of every monk present like a heavy hammer, making them shake one by one.
His complexion suddenly changed, and it was no longer possible to maintain his original majestic appearance.
Master Feixuan's expression darkened, and she understood that Meng Xiuyuan was determined, so she stopped trying to persuade him and silently stepped back a few steps and stood aside.
At this time, a tall and handsome monk who was no more than forty years old came out from among the monks. He clasped his hands and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"The poor monk Guokong is the contemporary abbot of the Jing Nian Zen sect. He is entrusted by his teacher to take charge of protecting the treasure.
Meng Shizhu's reputation as a hero has spread far and wide, and many people outside the country like me have heard about it and admired him deeply.
It’s just my responsibility, I’m afraid I’m going to offend the young master today…”
Meng Xiuyuan's vision lit up, and in just a moment, he felt that the monk in front of him was not simple. He was actually the best master he had ever seen in his life, except Xiang Yutian, and he was even further ahead of his masters, Fei Xuan and Huan Huan.
But Monk Luokong spoke politely, but his actions were unambiguous. With a roll of his robe, he ordered the monks around him to quickly surround Meng Xiuyuan. More than two hundred monks were like a giant net covering the sky, scattered in an orderly manner.
Trapping Meng Xiuyuan in it.
Meng Xiuyuan was determined to defeat the strong with force, so he did not stop him and just stood there quietly, waiting for the formation of the monks to take shape.
But what surprised him was that these monks did not attack him after they stood still. Instead, they stood there honestly one by one, lowering their heads and chanting scriptures softly, their voices blending into one.
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard the buzzing sound of chanting in his ears. He just felt that there was something quite different in it, which was very different from just now.
At this moment, Monk Ling Kong slowly walked out from among the monks and spoke to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Mr. Meng's martial arts are outstanding and admirable.
In order to live up to the entrustment of the teacher, the poor monk can only take advantage of the power of the formation..."
At this point, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly heard a "boom" in his ears, and he felt that the sound of more than two hundred monks chanting sutras suddenly amplified hundreds or thousands of times, and all of them became the voice of an empty person:
"If I can't defeat the young master within ten moves, then I, Jing Nian Chanyuan, will consider myself admitting defeat today.
The rest of the matter will be left to Taoist Ning and Young Master to resolve..."
It was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night when I was dizzy and wrote again. Moreover, this chapter was short and did not have many highlights. It made me feel uncomfortable and I felt ashamed of everyone who was following the update.
Some readers in the group and comment area suggested that I should stop updating for half a month to take this opportunity to recuperate my body, adjust my condition, and at the same time straighten out the plot behind it, and save some manuscripts.
To be honest, although it is foreseeable that such a long period of interruption will cause the subsequent performance of this book to plummet, but I feel that this is not only good for the content level of this book, but also for my body.
It's a very good suggestion.
I just don’t know if readers and friends can understand and accept it.