The three corpses were more energetic than Su Jing, and they all said in unison: "Do you have any understanding of French sticks?"
Su Jing smiled and shook his head: "No, I thought of the key to Qi Donglai." After saying this, he walked away to the place where Qi Donglai tortured the prisoners.
Nianhua took a step forward and was about to follow him to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, his left and right hands tightened at the same time. He looked back and saw his two brothers grabbing him, one on the left and the other on the right. Nianhua was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
"Stop a step, I have something to tell you." Chimu's voice was very low, and he was talking to Lei Dong, and Nian Hua was beaming with joy.
Qi Donglai's place was not far from Su Jing and others. He didn't need to use any spells. He just took a few leaps and took a few breaths to arrive. As soon as he saw Su Jing, he smiled and said: "I want to ask Mr. Qi for a treasure. I hope my brother can make it happen." .”
Qi Dong looked at him and laughed: "It's easy to say. If you want anything, just tell me directly. I'll give you what you want."
Su Jing was waiting to say anything more when he suddenly frowned: "Why are you casting a spell again?"
Qi Donglai's face quietly blurred, which was the precursor for him to cast a spell.
At this moment, I suddenly heard three corpses shouting:
"Qi Dong, be careful!"
"This demon monk is fierce!"
"He came without warning, and Su Qiangqiang was plotted by him."
Before the shouting ended, Qi Donglai had already taken action!
Su Jing suddenly realized that he had undergone a general change that Qi Donglai didn't know about yet.
Su Jing originally had a lively temperament, and was both novel and happy about this transformation into an 'arhat'. At that time, he was not in a hurry to change back. Later, he concentrated on exploring the treasures given by the shadow monk. At this moment, he simply forgot that he was still a monk.
Qi Donglai suddenly saw a strange monk coming to ask for his treasure. How could he not be wary? He then heard the strange screams of the three corpses. If he didn't attack him, it would be Qi Donglai.
Looking at the three corpses again, they all burst into laughter.
Su Jing hurriedly changed back to his true form. With just a blink of an eye, he had already blocked Qi Donglai's six-path magical power.
After a few words of explanation, Qi Donglai was dumbfounded. He pointed at the three corpses who were still smiling as if they had just found their father, and asked Su Jing: "I wanted to ask before, who are you three of them? Have you ever been serious for a moment?"
Su Jing told the truth: "The three of them are all monsters. They are the three corpses in my body."
The bearded man was stunned when he heard this, and then let out a long hiss and gasped: "Refining three corpses outside the body? What kind of magic is this?"
Su Jing only chose the answer he wanted to say: "I received the secret method taught by Uncle Lu, and it is my destiny."
Qi Donglai nodded, and his surprise quickly turned into admiration: "Just blame him for helping you refine the three corpses, and then he will be evaluated as 'supernatural power'. Lishan Lujiu, Duan is amazing!"
Su Jing smiled, changed the topic, and directly pointed at Emperor Shitian and the many evil spirits under his command who had been tortured these days: "Give all these evil things to me."
Qi Donglai didn't understand the consequences, but he wanted to know the cause: "The 'treasures' mentioned by the shadow monk are these evil things?" He asked, casting spells on his hands non-stop, and threw Emperor Shitian in front of Su Jing with a move of his left hand. With a flick of his right hand, he retracted the big net and released the shackles of many little demons.
At the same time, Su Jingyang broke out of the Tianwu Sword Prison and put all the evil objects into the black prison. During this month, Su Jing studied the Arhat's staff and found nothing, but he discovered another thing: the people who were placed in the Tianwu Sword Prison 'Di Ting Feng Sutra Seal' is like a stone lion, sitting on the ground dumbly, motionless.
But the shadow monk made it clear that listening closely and black hell complement each other, and one should have good practice.
After thinking for a while, Su Jing suddenly realized: the original Seventeen Sinners Sword has now become the body of sin, the Garuda with Glazed Heart, and they are no longer prisoners.
A prison without prisoners, no matter how gloomy and terrifying it is, can only be regarded as a 'house', not to mention just a spiritual seal. Even after hearing the truth, there is nothing to do but sleep and understand everything. Su Jing
Solved the shadow monk's puzzle.
Sure enough, as soon as a large group of evil creatures entered the black prison, the 'True Ting Feng Sutra Seal' immediately became energetic. The monster suddenly grew taller, stepped on the fire with its four legs and ran thunder from its mouth, throwing all the prisoners into thunder and fire, refining them endlessly.
Refining sins in prison is exactly the method of practicing "listening carefully".
Su Jing had already planned, and after seeing the truth and listening to the movement method, his Yang Fire surged and flowed into the Tianwu Sword Prison from all directions. The situation at this moment was no different from more than a hundred years ago, when Su Jing and the Shadow Monk joined forces to refine Seventeen
Garuda?
The many demons that are incarcerated in the black prison today will probably be a sword of sinners in the prison in the future!
At the same time, a string of laughter rang out. The shadow monk, wrapped in a ghost robe, took a step forward. He did not rush to speak, raised his right hand high in the air and grabbed it. Following his movements, the white sky of the ancient temple seemed to tremble slightly.
He retracted his hand and spread out his palm, which was a small white jade tile. Only then did the shadow monk speak and said to Qi Donglai: "It is convenient for others and for your own convenience. You allow Su Jing to make progress and the Diting Seal to practice. The monk should
Reward: One of the skyscraper dome, 3,700 cloud jade tiles, and you."
Qi Donglai held his hands together and took the Yunyu tile. Contrary to the debris on the ground, this tile was really as light as clouds. With Qi Donglai's practice, he could still feel clearly even half a mosquito wing falling into his hands.
Looking at this palm-sized piece of tile, I really feel nothing.
It must be a treasure, but the specific power and magic within it must be explored by Qi Donglai himself.
Qi Donglai put it away carefully and thanked the monk seriously.
Inevitably, he picked up the flowers and laughed from the side: "Qi Donglai, you are so powerful. When you go out in the future, you can take this piece of tile and tell others: I once went to the roof of the Sky Temple to uncover the tile!"
Lei Dong was puzzled and asked the shadow monk: "Those evil creatures are not worth half a fortune to Qi Donglai. If you ask him directly for them, how can he refuse to give them. Why do you have to fight with him and make him frown for a while."
The shadow monk will not hide anything and tells the truth: "Seeing that he looks disgusting and has a female body, I feel disgusted in my heart, so of course I want to make things difficult. He has a frown on his face, but the monk is full of joy."
To hate the devil, you want everyone to hate you. I heard that even the eminent monks from the ancient temple came to deliberately make things difficult for you. Qi Donglai felt proud and said with a smile: "Master is really kind and cool. Qi Donglai admires him."
The shadow monk ignored Qi Donglai and turned to look at Su Jing: "When I was just unveiling the tiles, I remembered another thing. Are there any decent Buddhist sects in Middle-earth today?"
"Among the major heavenly sects that practice the righteous path, there is a Buddhist holy place called Mitiantai." Su Jing didn't know much about Buddhism. He only knew that the eminent monks of Mitiantai were all masters of Buddhism, but he had no idea to what extent they were so skilled.
, he was afraid that he couldn't explain clearly, so he simply told all the things he knew about Mitiantai and let the shadow monk make his own judgment.
After he finished speaking, the shadow monk smiled: "They can come up with the method of 'carrying all the sins of seventeen lifetimes into the present', which is considered to be some practice on their part, which is not bad. Su Jing, I have a favor to ask you.
help."
Su Jing nodded: "Master, please speak."
The shadow monk did not speak in a hurry. He stood with his feet spread out and his hands clasped together. He stood there with his head lowered and concentrated. After adjusting his breath, the monk suddenly raised his hands to support the sky. At the same time, he raised his head, opened his eyes, and raised his voice to the sky of the ancient temple.
Yelled: "Now!"
Immediately, I saw red light soaring in the sky, fiery snakes curling up in red flames, and a huge fire appearing following the shadow monk's order, burning the sky!
The fire spread extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, the fire was rolling into every corner of the sky.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, no one knew what the monk was going to do.
The fire was raging, and the bright white sky had disappeared. In the eyes of everyone looking up, only the enchanting flames and the 'ashes' and golden ashes after the vicious flames were burned.
They were fluttering like snow and catkins, but the ashes did not fall to the ground. They were like small butterflies, flying lightly in the air, first in pairs, then in groups of three or five, and then in groups.
Everyone around the monk has extraordinary eyesight. At this moment, everyone can clearly see what kind of ashes are burned in the sky by the fire. They are clearly golden ancient seal scripts and gilded Sanskrit scripts!
A collection of ancient seal scripts and Sanskrit scripts; ancient seal scripts arranged in rows and Sanskrit scripts arranged in rows, from messy to neat, from disorder to conclusion. Under the raging fire, tens of thousands of words and endless scriptures stood out in the air.
After a long time, the shadow monk finally waved his big sleeves, and the golden sutras that covered his sight moved automatically without wind, stacked on top of each other, and kept gathering up. Finally, there was a "crash" sound, and a sutra book fell down.
The monk's face was pale, and this spell obviously consumed him a lot. He stretched out one hand to catch the scripture, and waved his sleeve with the other hand. He commanded hoarsely with one word, "Stop", and the fire in the sky was reduced to nothing.
, look at the ancient temple, the sky is still bright and white.
The shadow monk walked up to Su Jing with empty steps and handed the sutra book in his hand to Su Jing: "Motian Temple has studied Buddhism for thousands of years. All the great sages of the past have realized here. When I see the monk from Midiantai in the future, you can do it for me."
Pass it on. My brain is not good. If I remember it today, I might forget it tomorrow. I beg you."
It’s okay not to give the treasure to Su Jing, but he actually asked Su Jing to report it on his behalf. How could Master Akame hear this? He immediately frowned and said: "You asked Su Jing to do things for you. The magical powers and spells recorded in the secret seal, you
At least I have to teach him a few things."
The shadow monk didn't think so, and shook his head and explained: "This is not a practice, and there is no record of supernatural powers. It is just the most common 'Twelve Parts of the Tripitaka'. Any larger temple has a collection, but I have a little bit of this one."
What’s strange is that there are more Sutra interpretations and Zen explanations.”
It is not a practice, but the simplest Buddhist Dharma and Sutra. To devout Buddhists, it is a priceless treasure, but in the eyes of others, it is not as good-looking as "Tu Wan".
The ancient Motian Temple has collapsed long ago. Even if the Shadow Monk is completely restored, the ancient temple will not regain its former glory, and there will never be a day when the gates of the temple are reopened. But as long as this sutra is spread, the inheritance of the Motian Temple will continue forever!
Su Dingding nodded and carefully took the scripture.
The shadow monk was exhausted, his soul was in the ghost robe, and the robe returned to its original owner, and he fell asleep to recuperate.
Su Jing casually flipped through the scripture book in his hand. The book was blank, and the pages were untouched. But if he probed with his spiritual consciousness, he would feel like he had fallen into the world of scriptures. There was a Buddha in front of his eyes, a senior monk preaching Zen in his ears, or a true teaching.
As the elements are added together, the scriptures in the book will float out again, and the words are left in the air for people to observe and comprehend (to be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)