These four words caused the expressions of the three middle-aged men to change drastically in the middle of the night.
When the name Blood River Sutra came out of Mr. Wei's mouth, Ci Yuan's expression changed drastically.
This name should not be uttered from the mouth of Mr. Wei's age.
"Why, haven't you heard of the three masters?"
As the abbot, Master Ciyuan managed his expression very well, and his look of shock only faded away in a flash.
"The donor was joking. In my Ksitigarbha Dharma lineage, there are classics such as the Mahayana Mahayana Ksitigarbha Ten Wheels Sutra, the Sutra on the Retribution of Good and Evil Karma, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, but I have never heard of it from the donor.
The Blood River Scripture."
The blood river is full of demonic power.
At that time, it was only through the combined efforts of the Buddhist and Taoist families that the Blood River Sect was completely eliminated.
Now that it was suddenly mentioned, it was like PTSD, which immediately aroused the deepest fear in Master Ciyuan's heart.
At that time, Master Ciyuan was just a young novice monk. He didn't know what the Blood River Rebellion was. He only remembered that the master at that time took the six martial uncles with the highest martial arts skills in the sect and a large number of elite disciples to participate in the annihilation of the Blood River Sect.
of war.
But in the end, only one senior uncle and three senior brothers returned with the remains of their master and uncle.
Two of the brothers were seriously injured and their lives were short-lived. They passed away soon after returning to the temple.
Another senior brother was the least injured, his right arm was cut off.
The uncle with the highest martial arts skills suffered from internal injuries that could never be healed. Finally, after being in charge of the Dajue Temple for ten years, he became possessed and died.
Although Ci Yuan did not witness the brutality of the battle with his own eyes, he could imagine it.
The three senior brothers who returned at that time also brought back half of the fragmentary scriptures.
Mr. Wei's "Blood River Sutra" today reminded Ci Yuan of the frightening memories of that day.
"Master Ciyuan, as the abbot of Dajue Temple, why can't your martial arts reach the realm of Tongmai?!"
"Amitabha, what I practice is Buddhism, not martial arts!" Master Ciyuan said with a kind face and kind eyes, looking like a master from this world.
"The so-called martial arts are just techniques to protect the Dharma, little Taoist!"
When Mr. Wei heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, "Martial arts is a small skill, but martial arts can prolong life, wash away the essence and cut the marrow, and make people healthy and long-lived. Master, don't you want that?!"
"Amitabha, although my cultivation is shallow, I have long looked down upon the difference between life and death. If I have achieved Buddhahood during my lifetime and can see the World Honored One when I pass away, my soul will be immortal for eternity and I will be blissful in the Western Heaven."
Ci Yuan looked at Mr. Wei and couldn't help but shake his head, how could young people today be so ignorant.
Mr. Wei looked at Master Ciyuan who was talking about Buddhism in detail and looking down on life and death. He couldn't help but feel funny. He had seen many people like him.
How many heroes and masters in the world, all of them speak righteously and strictly, talk about benevolence and morality, but shut up about morality and justice, and they always make things worse for the world and the common people?!
But when they encounter a small temptation, they can't resist it.
I don't know how many people have fallen in front of the Blood River Sect's secret method. The Blood River secret method can help people change their muscles and forge their bones, improve their qualifications, and greatly improve their martial arts. There are not many people in the martial arts community who can resist such a temptation.
"Master Ci Yuan doesn't know that there is a secret cultivation technique passed down from ancient times in this Blood River Scripture, which can help people with mediocre qualifications to become excellent and even break through the Dongxuan Realm in a short period of time."
When Mr. Wei said this, he kept observing Ci Yuan, and the hands of this eminent monk couldn't help but tremble.
"Based on the master's knowledge of Buddhism, if I can extend my life for thirty years, I will definitely be able to leave behind Buddhist classics."
"Amitabha, why does the donor need to shake my heart with such childish words?! Just life and death are not in the eyes of us Buddhist practitioners. Besides, if the Blood River Sutra is really such a supreme secret method, what's the point?
How could it be destroyed by Buddhism and Taoism together, and how could the Blood River Sect be called an evil sect?!"
Ci Yuan was not a fool, so he could naturally see through what Mr. Wei said.
Mr. Wei shook his head, "This is just a conspiracy of a small group of people. Once the Blood River Sect's secret method spreads, they will no longer be able to be superior."
"Master, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but are all living beings really equal?!" Mr. Wei asked, looking at Ci Yuan's slightly turbid eyes.
"Amitabha!" Ciyuan just chanted the Buddha's name silently. It wasn't that he couldn't refute, but that his mind was confused.
If you are confused, how can you argue?
"Of course it's not unequal!" Mr. Wei said, "Some people are born with geniuses and have a photographic memory, like Li Taibai, Mo Guanlan, Yang Qingyuan, Zhuang Xiaomeng, Liu Wangshu, Ye Jianhan... These people are naturally good at martial arts.
Dao, is it fair to be able to reach the Cave Xuan Realm or even the Dharma Heaven Realm and Earth Realm at such a young age?!"
Not only Abbot Ci Yuan, but also Ci Jing and Ci An were listening to Mr. Wei's words.
Don't tell me, he is really a bit unreasonable.
"The Blood River Sect is here to eliminate this injustice!!"
Facing Mr. Wei's confusing words, Ci Yuan angrily said, "That's a lot of nonsense!"
"Master, don't you believe it? Which of those high-end sects, martial arts masters, and wealthy families has accumulated thousands of years of experience?!"
"Wudang is not like that!" Master Ci'an was an honest man. He noticed the loopholes in Mr. Wei's words, so he pointed it out, "It has been less than fifty years since Master Zhang founded the Wudang Sect."
Then Mr. Wei seemed to have swallowed something spicy, "I..."
"you……"
"Wudang..."
For a moment, Mr. Wei didn't know how to speak, and even the eyes of the old monk Ciyuan became a little clearer.
The scene was very embarrassing!
Is this the question I’m asking?! I said I kill people without batting an eyelid, but you ask me if my eyes are dry. Is this something that my eyes can’t dry?!
After being interrupted, it took Mr. Wei ten breaths to regain his previous state.
"The existence of the Blood River Sect has turned all of this into nothing. All qualifications, foundation, and accumulation are all fake! Before the Blood River Scripture, all living beings were equal!"
Looking at it, the three of them were a little shocked. They didn't expect Mr. Wei to say such high-sounding words.
"Here's nonsense!"
"Demagogue!"
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The three monks are not fools, and naturally they will not believe in Mr. Wei's Blood River Sect.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Faced with the three monks’ angry rebuke, Mr. Wei not only did not get angry, but smiled slightly, which is getting more and more interesting!
Just as Cijing and Cian were scolding, Mr. Wei made a move!
The two of them felt their eyes flash as a bloody figure appeared in front of them.
Ci'an reacted first, and then pushed out with a palm towards the attacking blood shadow.
The secret of Dajue Temple, the ten-turn wheel palm!
This Ten Wheel Palm is the supreme Buddhist martial arts learned from the Mahayana Mahayana Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra by the ancestor of Dajue Temple.
Between the moves, there seems to be the meaning of reincarnation. The power is infinite and the palm power is endless. It is the first-class palm technique in the world.
This palm technique not only values the practitioner's abilities, but also attaches great importance to the Buddha's connections. Few people can master it.
Once you master it, you will go straight into the realm of cave mystery, which is why Cijing valued the great thief king Daguang so much.
Cijing believes that a person's character can be cultivated by Buddhism. Even a person who is a treacherous and evil person will abandon evil and promote good under Buddhism.
However, it is really hard to find a person like Wang Daguang who has a deep connection with Buddhism, so he did not hesitate to fall out with the Dian Cang Shaolin family to save Wang Daguang.
"Amitabha!"
After Ci'an made his move, Cijing followed up with a palm strike.
They are both ten-turn chakra palms, but the way they perform them is completely different.
Appearances arise from the mind, and Dharma also arises from the mind.
The two different ten-turn chakras reflect their personalities.
The two palm forces, one virtual and one real, attacked the blood shadow.
The palm force clearly hit the blood shadow, but there seemed to be no change. The two monks continued to use their palms. The surging palm force was so powerful that they actually knocked out the blood shadow!
Ci'an and Cijing looked at each other, "He wants to run away?!"
"Chase!"
As the figures of the two monks changed, they chased outside the Zen room.
For a moment, the outside world was filled with the sounds of three people fighting, palm strikes, and the ground even shook slightly!
In the purple sand cup in front of Master Ci Yuan, tea is constantly rippling, just like Ci Yuan's mood at this moment.
For a moment, there was no movement outside the meditation room.
Ci Yuan stood up tremblingly and wanted to go out to see if Cijing and Ci'an had subdued Mr. Wei.
Before he could stand up completely, Mr. Wei dragged Cijing and Cian into the meditation room, like dragging two dead dogs.
"Buddhist martial arts is just so-so!" Master Wei dusted off the non-existent dust on his body and said.
The two Dongxuan masters from Dajue Temple joined forces and could not hold out a stick of incense in front of Mr. Wei, which made Ci Yuan unbelievable.
In the eyes of Abbot Ci Yuan, Ci'an and Cijing are the top masters in the world, even close to half-immortals. Their martial arts are accompanied by the vitality of heaven and earth, which is extremely powerful.
This is a cultivation level that Ci Yuan could not even imagine.
But now these two junior brothers are like two dead dogs in Master Wei's hands.
Cijing, whose martial arts was slightly weaker, now had a face as golden as paper, unconscious, and blood was spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Ci'an's martial arts was slightly higher and his cultivation was deeper. He could still stay awake, but he was unable to move due to severe internal injuries.
The two Dongxuan realm monks were thrown in front of Ci Yuan.
That kind of shock was something Ci Yuan could not express in words.
"Master Ciyuan, now that the two noisy grasshoppers have shut up, we can have a good talk!"
Although Ci Yuan felt panic in his heart, he still relied on his strong Buddhist cultivation and did not show any signs of it.
Of course, this is what he thinks. How cultivated Mr. Wei is and how sensitive he is to the changes in the human body. With just a slight perception, he can find that Ci Yuan's body is trembling slightly, but the amplitude of the trembling is very small, and it was noticed by the generous monk.
The robe covers him, making it difficult for people to see him.
"I have nothing to discuss with evil heretics like you!"
Faced with Ci Yuan's strong rebuke, Mr. Wei did not feel dissatisfied at all, "Actually, you are very similar to my ancestor, Master Ci Yuan. I also have a brief understanding of you. Master, you have extremely high talent in Buddhism.
But the bones are like rusty bones and rotten copper, and there is no way to practice martial arts. Even with great perseverance and the secret method of Buddhism, it is only the state of unblocking the meridians.
This is such a shame!”
This is not that Mr. Wei is making nonsense, but it is indeed a fact. Ci Yuan's perseverance, understanding, and wisdom are all first-class in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to convince Cijing and Ci'an, two monks in the Dongxuan realm, to open up the channels.
He became the abbot of Dajue Temple and was in charge of a temple.
"I also cherish the master's talents, so I am willing to give the master two choices. One is that the master hand over the fragments of the Blood River Sutra and cooperate with me. I am willing to pass on the supreme secret method of the Blood River.
, it allows the master to break through to the realm of Yuan Hua and in front of the Dongxuan Gate in a short period of time. In time, the Dongxuan Realm and even the Fatianxiangdi will not be a problem."
Facing Mr. Wei's words, Ci Yuan didn't seem to hear him. He lowered his head and chanted sutras, ignoring him at all.
"The second is to ask the master to pass away together with your two junior brothers. Oh, by the way, if the master chooses the second path, it will not only be the three of you, but also all the monks and novices in the Dajue Temple, and even the pilgrims staying overnight.
, all the monks who place orders will be killed by me."
"Master, please think carefully!"
After finishing speaking, Mr. Wei did not continue talking, but poured tea by himself.
He believed that Ci Yuan would make a wise choice.
The meditation room fell into silence again, and Ci Yuan seemed to be making a difficult choice.
"If I hand over the Blood River Sutra, will you really let the innocent people in the temple go?!" Ci Yuan spoke after Mr. Wei finished his fifth cup of tea.
Every word he uttered seemed to require all his energy.
"Of course, I will keep my word and will never break my promise!"
"..."
"Okay!" Ci Yuan stood up slowly and walked slowly to a jade statue of Ksitigarbha in the Zen room.
Ci Yuan then lifted the Ksitigarbha jade statue and took out a unique key from its base. Ci Yuan then turned around and walked towards a pure vase enshrined aside.
This pure vase is in the shape of the mutton-fat jade vase of Avalokitesvara, but I don’t know why it is enshrined alone.
Ci Yuan raised the jade bottle and pressed it lightly on the side, revealing a keyhole at the bottom. Ci Yuan inserted the key and slowly turned it, then poured out a small scroll from the mouth of the bottle.
"This is what the layman wants!"
With that said, Ci Yuan threw the scroll towards Mr. Wei.
Mr. Wei just made a slight move, and the small scroll landed steadily in his hand.
It unfolded slowly, and Mr. Wei, who had always been calm, was also visibly excited. These were the last seven pages of the Blood River Sutra that was lost that year. It recorded the blood river ancestor’s inferences about the world of destruction, and the blood river ancestor’s opinions.
Latest experimental records.
The subjects of the experiment are people, living people.
My ancestor is already studying the use of human blood to improve his power and extend his lifespan.
Blood is the source of life and the source of the essence of the human body. If the role of the essence of human blood can be fully developed, the Blood River Sect will surely reach a higher level.
However, before the ancestor of Blood River could realize it, he was wiped out by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism!
Otherwise, with the wisdom of this biotechnology genius, he might really be able to develop new evil secrets.
Just when Mr. Wei read the entire scroll and glanced at Monk Ciyuan, he discovered the clue.
It makes sense that the Buddha statue is clean, after all, believers have wiped it, but this scroll has no dust at all, and it looks like it has been looked at occasionally, which is very unscientific...
A smile appeared on Mr. Wei's lips. Sure enough, people are afraid of death. At least when they have a choice, most people will choose to live.
