Perhaps Huawu saw something in Wang Yuan's eyes and said with a smile: "Don't guess about my master's cultivation. Since you have taken refuge in my Buddha, you must give up the idea of killing. You must know something about it."
According to the clear rules and precepts of Buddhist practice, if you violate the precepts, my teacher will burn an incense scar on your head."
Incense scars are a sign of breaking the precepts of Buddhist practice. If the number of incense scars on your head exceeds nine, it is disrespectful to Buddhism and you will be severely punished. You will not only be punished for chanting sutras and reciting Buddhist scriptures. In short,
If an average Buddhist cultivator has an incense scar on his head, he will be laughed at.
Wang Yuan snorted coldly and said: "There is a demon in my heart. Even if I put on a cassock and have you recite sutras and repent every day, it will not help. My life will not change because of you."
After listening to Wang Yuan's words, Suowu just smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Your injuries still need to be treated. After a certain day, I will tell you in detail the purpose of our coming here."
After saying that, he walked to the opposite side of the damaged stone statue without caring about the dusty cattails, sat down, and gradually entered into Zen.
"Huhu~~"
The mountain wind was blowing fiercely, and the dilapidated temple seemed to be blown away and collapsed by the mountain wind. The gray spider webs began to shake, and a chilly feeling appeared on Wang Yuan's head.
At this point, Wang Yuan did not have the courage to accept the reality. He reached out and touched his bald head. The demon clone originally had a demonic face. There was a curved mark between the eyebrows, and there was a strange thing that has not been understood yet sealed within it. And it was this demonic creature.
Comparing his face with his bald head, there was an almost more eerie visual difference, which made Wang Yuan smile bitterly.
Now that this is the case, Wang Yuan cannot get rid of a Wuzhishan who is at least a Dacheng Buddhist cultivator. He can only accept his fate. The purpose of accepting Wang Yuan as his disciple is to expel the demonic obstacles in Wang Yuan's heart, but for him
, it is easy to become a demon, but it is difficult to become a Buddha and transcend tribulations and ascend.
"Is it true that I have to be enlightened by my side for the rest of my life, just like what he said, reciting Buddhist sutras to me every day?" Thinking of the days to come, Wang Yuan was miserable and glanced at the enlightened man in Zen.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan could clearly see that there were two fragrant scars printed on the back of Suo Wu's head!
"If these Buddhist cultivators have broken the precepts twice, then my head will be covered with incense scars?" Wang Yuan trembled in his heart, thinking that he must pay attention to it in the future and try not to break the precepts.
"But... the name 'Wuyi'..." Wang Yuan shook his head and walked towards the temple gate.
Sky burials and millions of mountains are closely connected, and each mountain top contains secrets from ancient times. However, there is very little news about the secrets being discovered. Even if there is, it is not something that Wang Yuan can know.
Desolate and withered, without any vitality, desolate and uninhabited, only the roaring mountain wind cuts into the cheek like a knife, causing bursts of pain.
Wang Yuan stepped forward and walked out of the dilapidated temple. He had long given up the idea of escape. Perhaps this was also his subconscious mind. It might be a good thing to get in touch with the mysterious Buddhism.
This day is all khaki, deep and heavy, as if a huge boulder is weighing on my heart. If it breaks, my heart will be hurt.
"It seems that I will never become a Buddhist in my life. Among the precepts in Buddhist practice, being close to women is the most serious. And I...I can't become a Buddha with you in my heart." Wang Yuan rubbed his chest, and suddenly
A figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and then Wang Yuan frowned, and the thought disappeared.
Wang Yuan did not dare to think too much, so he immediately sat on the edge of this desolate peak, took out the Buddhist spell "Sumi Divine Light" book, and began to read it carefully.
"The place where the sun and the moon shine is called a world. In such a thousand worlds, there are thousands of suns and moons..."
As time went by, Wang Yuan had a kind of enlightenment in his heart, and his expression became more and more surprised, and he seemed to suddenly realize it. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh: "Buddha, it is true that there are some things that are contrary to the way of heaven. The way of immortality and the way of devils."
The 'three thousand great avenues' mentioned are the same as the 'three thousand worlds' mentioned by Buddhist practitioners."
Suddenly, Wang Yuan recalled the mantra of "One Qi Transforms Three Purities" into his mind, and some things he had not understood before suddenly became clear. Wang Yuan excitedly picked up the book and continued reading, thinking to himself: "It seems,
Among the six realms, no matter what the great principles are, as long as you practice to an extremely high level, they are all connected!"
After Wang Yuan just picked up the book, he put it down suddenly. His expression was shocked, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.
"What will happen if I use my demon clone to practice the mysteries of Buddhism and practice both ways in one body?" As soon as this bold idea appeared, Wang Yuan recalled Ming Luo's memory. In Ming Luo's memory, he had a deep understanding of the dual cultivation.
There is no impression on people. After all, he is arrogant, how can he act apostately.
"But if you practice two ways, there will definitely be conflicts, and eventually you will both explode and die." Wang Yuan also understands this result, but he is a person who just does what he thinks of, and when his stubborn temper comes up, he combines it with the intention of counter-cultivation.
, that is, just do it if you think of it.
However, this time it is not the same as usual, but it is a joke with life. If there is a slight mistake, it will enter a point of eternal disaster, and the demon clone may be destroyed.
Shaking his head, Wang Yuan put down this bold idea for the time being, and continued to practice Buddhist magic. When he practiced "Tianlong Sanskrit" before, Wang Yuan felt the boundless tolerance of Buddhism, even for immortals or demons.
All Taoists can practice cultivation, but how many people can let go of the grudge in their hearts? If the Taoists know about it, they will directly kill you because you have done something apostate.
"Sumi Divine Light" has a total of nine colors. If you practice it to the extreme, you can use it without any objects or treasures. According to what the book says, what interests Wang Yuan even more is that after you practice it to the extreme, this spell can condense the Buddhist practice.
The Golden Body Dharma is a mysterious and wonderful method. It is not only very powerful, but also has a righteous Buddha energy that is not infected by all ghosts. It is the second life gate of Buddhist cultivation in the world. The first life gate is of course the most important in Buddhist cultivation.
The important relics are the Nascent Soul of the other four realms.
Then, with the mountain wind howling, Wang Yuan immersed himself in practicing hard, and began to pinch the magic formulas recorded in the book in his hands. At that moment, a bright light reflected from the top of his head, and Wang Yuan was cross-legged and pinching the magic formulas at this moment.
With his posture, outsiders would definitely think that he is a Buddhist cultivator!
In the early morning of the next day, when the first golden ray of sunrise appeared, Wang Yuan's ears trembled, the sound of footsteps came, and Suo Wu walked out of the temple.
"Haha, looking at the nine-color light around you, you must have practiced the 'Sumi Divine Light', but what surprises my teacher is, how could you start practicing without any complaints?" Suo Wu walked slowly,
Standing next to Wang Yuan.
In terms of size, he was only as enlightened as Wang Yuan's shoulders, and he still looked like a young man. He didn't look like an old monster who had lived for more than two thousand years. But for some reason, when he stood next to Wang Yuan, he felt a vague sense of security.
The breath spread out leisurely, like the sound of bells and chimes, the sound of wooden fish, and the faint sound of Buddha. The sound of chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha reached his ears. A kind of solemn atmosphere in heaven and earth actually made Wang Yuan have the idea of inferiority in his heart.
Seeing that Wang Yuan was silent, Suowu smiled lightly, peacefully, and said, "Today, as my teacher, I will tell you the purpose of this trip."
Wang Yuan also wanted to know why Enlightenment came to this million mountains. Is it possible that there is some treasure from the ancient times that is about to be born here, and this treasure can also cause super masters in the Dacheng Stage and even the Tribulation Stage to fight for it! If that is true.
, with Wang Yuan’s cultivation here, he can’t even compare to others.
"In the Sky Burial Land, a miraculous treasure from ancient times will be born in three years. This treasure should be a Buddhist magic weapon." Suowu said.
"How do you know that it is a Buddhist treasure?" Wang Yuan's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise.
However, Suo Wu turned his head and looked at Wang Yuan. He did not explain, but smiled and said: "You talk about 'you, you, you'. Since you worship me as your teacher, you should call me master. You must know that it is disrespectful."
Teacher is also the precepts of Buddhism."
As soon as he finished speaking about awakening, Wang Yuan turned around and walked towards the temple. What he meant was: Forget it if you don't tell me, I don't want to know.
"Haha." Suowu laughed and sighed: "I can't resist you. Since I don't want to change my title, I won't force it as a teacher. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. It seems that you have understood it very quickly."
Wang Yuan then took back his steps, looked at Suo Wu calmly, and motioned for him to continue speaking.
"You ask me why I know that it is a Buddhist magic weapon. If you get closer to my master, you will understand everything." Suowu waved to Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan frowned, pondered for a moment and then took a few steps closer. At this time, a conscious hand was placed on Wang Yuan's shoulder. Suddenly, the scene seen by Wang Yuan's eyes suddenly changed, and ripples appeared.
A strong suction force came from the space in front of him. Then, Wang Yuan saw a picture and heard another sound in his ears.
"Dong dong, dong dong."
"Dong dong, dong dong."
…
"This is...the sound of a wooden fish!" Wang Yuan listened to his ears and instantly heard what the sound was. Wang Yuan swept his eyes and saw an unimaginable giant Buddha in the ripples.
, an agarwood wooden fish is placed on the incense table, and a simple small wooden stick is beating the wooden fish.
The strange thing is that the stick keeps beating, but there is no one holding the stick! In other words, the stick flies up for no reason and hits the wooden fish.
The suction force disappeared, the scene in front of me changed and returned to reality, and the "dong dong" sound in my ears disappeared.
"Haha, this time you know why my teacher said it was a Buddhist magic weapon. Someone calculated that three years later will be the day when the temple was born. It can also be said that the temple is a mausoleum, and Buddhist cultivators from ancient times are buried in it.
." Xuewu clasped his hands together, his eyes were calm, and he said with a solemn expression.
Wang Yuan's face gradually became serious. If this ancient temple were to be born, it would be a bloody storm, and some people with strong cultivation levels would secretly sense the aura of the ancient temple being born here. A group of powerful people gathered together,
There will also be competition, and if there is competition, there will be fighting!
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