Chapter 972 The water mirror is in the sky, tonight is just right
It's just timid. Sitting in the pure Mo Yuan, but saying that his ability is low? It's not difficult to explain.
A stupid man, dressed in rags, begging along the street, just asking for a few hard steamed buns. If he could have half a bowl of leftovers, he would be happy... In fact, he had a ten thousand tael silver note in his arms. But
The stupid beggar didn't know the use of money, and he didn't know that he could use it to buy a delicious restaurant. He only knew that he couldn't eat the banknotes, but the leftovers of cold buns could satisfy his hunger.
The stupid beggar should not be short of food and clothing. He is not poor at all, but he does not know how to use money, so money is of no use to him.
In a similar way, Futu has 'money' and pure Mo cultivation makes him extremely strong, but it is also because his Mo Yuan is too pure and he doesn't know how to use it, or he has not been able to find someone who can really use his power.
way.
Futu stood up. He and Futu's fellow practitioners had seen the real Black Giant Spirit, although it was just a corpse. Therefore, he understood that the monks in front of him were not righteous gods. They were believers like himself. Futu saluted seriously, and his voice
Shang Cun choked with sobs: "Futu pays homage to the venerable..."
Before he could bow down, the middle-aged monk supported him and said with a smile: "We are eternity together, as close as brothers and sisters. There is no need for you to call me venerable, or to bow down to these knots. My name is Shuijing. From now on, I will be called Shuijing."
Just call me by my first name."
Water mirror.
Any experienced cultivator present will be shocked upon hearing his name.
A huge water mirror?
The water mirror is overwhelming.
First there was Shuijing, and then there was Mitian Zen.
The Buddhist heritage has a long history since ancient times, but Mitiantai has not existed since ancient times... The founder of Mitiantai is Zen Master Shui Jing. He is an amazingly talented and talented ancient monk who discovered the emptiness early. He went to the Western Paradise.
Today we return to the Midian Terrace.
Shui Jing returned his hand, pointed out the monk behind Fu Tu, and introduced with a smile: "Hold the mirror, hold the mirror, Shen Jing, Chi Jing, Chun Jing..."
The five eminent monks behind Shui Jing who were named were all smiling and feeling happy. When they saw close friends or old friends, they would put their hands together and salute Fu Tu. The Mo Giants are a polite people, and "courtesy" is their attitude and their behavior.
But they don't pay attention to unique etiquette. Many of their disciples keep their original etiquette. It's customary. It doesn't matter if they fold their hands or pray. The black color will stay in their hearts forever.
After introducing the five monks, Shui Jing went to point out the senior monks in the second row again, his smile unchanged: "Jie Hua, Qing Hua, Zhu Hua, Ying Hua, Dou Hua..."
In the second row, more than a dozen monks smiled even brighter and saluted Futu one after another.
No matter which name you choose, it has resounded throughout the world of China! Two generations of Buddhists, Jing and Hua, were the first and second generations of saintly monks at Mitiantai.
Seventeen monks were promoted to Buddha in two generations. This is a beautiful story and a strange story in the world of Middle-earth cultivation! Who can not be surprised when ancient legends reappear in ancient temples... Helping the slaughter is not surprising. The barbarians of the Southern Wilderness have spent their lives practicing hard to escape the world. These are compared with thunder.
He had never heard of any more famous names. But he was happy because the monks smiled at him. The smiles were so sincere and real. They recognized him. This made Futu so happy that he wanted to cry.
"Come, come, come, let's talk as we go." After introducing more than a dozen people, it was enough. Shui Jing stopped introducing the others and took Fu Tu's hand and turned to walk towards the temple. Shui Jing got straight to the point: "Fu Tu, you
How is it practiced?”
Futu answered truthfully: "My senior brother and I practiced together in front of the Zhengshen Dharma Body. My senior brother said that my foundation is shallow and that's the second best thing, but my character... a cowardly character is a big taboo. You should not rush to practice the true power of Mo Yuan.
The right path is to first establish your mind and thoughts.”
Zen Master Shui Jing nodded slowly: "What your senior brother said is not wrong, he is doing it for your own good."
"Before you guys came, senior brother was the most beloved person in the world." Futu's eyes were red, but he cried too much today and didn't want to cry anymore. He held it back and got back to the topic: "So senior brother, please don't go there yet.
It is not possible to cultivate the Dharmakaya of the Righteous God without practicing the true color at all. The senior brother knelt down and bowed to the Zhengshen. After that, he took off an empty sword box from the Dharmakaya and gave it to me. The senior brother said, although there is no sword
, but there is also a correct color in the box, so he asked me to repair the scabbard first."
When mentioning the sword box, Shui Jing held Fu Tu's hand a little tighter, so slightly that Fu Tu didn't even notice... There are already enough masters among the Chinese Mo disciples, and they don't care about Fu Tu.
What's more, this person's origins cannot be traced and are very suspicious; what's more, although this person has pure ink energy, he doesn't know how to use it, and he is not considered a master at all.
But there was one thing Shui Jing had to investigate: the origin of Fu Tu’s pure energy.
According to Shui Jing's guess, what can make a mortal barbarian build a body of scale armor is just a reason, or a superior weapon... In this trip, Zhongtu is bound to get it, and he must find the superior weapon, the black long sword.
Sure enough, Futu Xiuyuan came from the box of Mo Jian... Shui Jing turned around and looked at the "fellow disciples" behind him. All the eminent monks behind him looked dumbfounded: Futu was so smart, but how could he have imagined it? Even that
It was just an empty sword box. Because it was invaded by the long sword, the ink contained in it was far purer and more intense than the corpse of the ink giant.
"Is the sword box still there?" Shui Jing asked.
The sword box was still there. Futu opened his mouth and spat out the long, narrow and clumsy sword box in his hand, and handed it to Shui Jing beside him.
The sword box is not black, and there is no trace of black aura in it. The mirror is behind them, and the others who are holding the mirror immediately fall on the sword box. Soon they all frowned and helped Tu said: "It turns out that the sword box is
The true color is not too heavy, there are only a few traces. Later, I practiced it into my body, so there is no color on the box..."
Manzi explained in a low voice from the side, with a timid voice and twinkling eyes. It was not because he felt guilty, but because he was cowardly and never dared to talk to others. Manzi didn't know it, so after holding the sword box and examining it carefully for a while,
Shui Jing whispered one word to his companion: "True."
Others can't see it, others can't detect it, but the water mirror can detect it. There is still a trace of aura left in this box, just a trace of the dark aura that is extremely difficult to detect.
The energy was so small that it could be ignored, but the energy was so 'pure' that it was unparalleled. It had the same origin and roots as Manzi Futu's practice, and was consistent with the power of the legendary Mo Sword.
The box was no longer useful, so Shui Jing returned it to Manzi. Chatting: "Only a box but no sword? What a pity."
"Yes. It's such a pity," Manzi Futu nodded. He was even more regretful than the monk: "There is only a box, but no sword... No, there is a sword, but the sword is not in the box."
It was pure nonsense, but because of the difference in tone, Shui Jing and the Moqin monks behind him could hear that the barbarian had something else to say. Shui Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you say it?"
In a few words, everyone had already marched thirty miles and entered the mountain gate.
In the chaotic night, the dark temple and the three convenient doors opened on all four sides looked like the wide-open mouth of a giant beast.
...
Lishan, Yuhuaping. The young master's uncle gave a lecture on the relationship between "Heaven's rule" on people, people on the universe, and heaven and earth on Heaven's rule. It was a wonderful place. Everyone listened attentively to the lecture. But the three corpses lost their energy.
The excitement of being a teacher in the class wore off, and Nian Hua was the first to yawn. Akame was immediately infected, while Lei Dong was mature and prudent, holding back from opening his mouth, his chin trembled for a moment and his eyes became red.
Nianhua tugged at the corner of Lei Dong's clothes and whispered: "Go and see your wife?"
The three sisters of Hai Ling'er also returned to Lishan. Lei Dong wanted to go, but he still had to hold on: "You and I are leaving. Who will explain to you all the cultivators?"
Akame opened her mouth and changed her words: "It's getting late. It's time for supper."
Lei Dongtianzun jumped up, followed the two brothers.
After running back to the Yanghuo Dojo in Houshan, Sister Hai Ling'er was indeed considerate. The small charcoal stove was lit. The water in the casserole on the stove was boiling. The tender turmeric, green and white onions, and fresh red peppers were rolling up and down on the table.
On the plate, the thinly sliced lamb front legs are neatly stacked in red and white colors. The tofu, green vegetables and vermicelli are placed on their own plates. The fermented bean curd and chive flowers are served on three plates with a condiment made of sesame and sesame oil.
Of course, a small bowl of peeled brown sugar and garlic is also indispensable.
Let’s have a late night snack tonight and sit by the fire.
Lei Dong was overjoyed. He picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks and dipped it into the pot. He put it up and down three times and rolled it with water. The meat had changed color but was still tender. At the right time, he dipped it in some small ingredients and put it in his mouth. The salty, spicy and fresh meat melted in his mouth.
fragrant.
The monsters with abdominal desires are the gods and Buddhas among foodies before they ascend. If they become immortals, they are the foodies among the gods and Buddhas. God is the real expert when it comes to delicacies. He never does things like gargling the mouth and clearing the tongue.
What he wanted was the first bite!
There are countless delicacies in the world, each with its own splendor, but whether it is sweet in the south, salty in the north, or spicy in the west, sour in the east, the ultimate enjoyment lies in the first bite.
The first mouthful of hot-boiled mutton was chewed in the mouth, and Lei Dongtianzong couldn't open his eyes... After the first mouthful, it was like a storm. After eating and drinking, exchanging cups and cups, the Middle Earth was in danger, and a great disaster was coming to the world.
I couldn't delay the midnight snacks of the three dwarf gods.
After having a good time eating and drinking, it was inevitable to talk nonsense. Akame was not interested in delicious food, but he ate no slower than Lei Dong. His mouth was occupied by the mutton and vermicelli, and his words were a little unclear: "Su Jing is really like
Oh, what a treasure!"
Nianhua’s interface: “There is no flaw yet, I just don’t know what will happen as time goes by.”
"It won't matter if it takes a long time. Who can see through the treasure given by Brother Erming? Don't worry... Wife, didn't you burst your belly?" Lei Dong responded to his brother and asked his wife again. Hai Ling'er will come back as soon as he goes.
, a plate of beef tripe that had been washed clean and cut into thin strips was brought to the table.
Be careful when rinsing the tripe. If it is not cooked well, it will taste fishy. If it is slightly blanched, the ribs will become tough and difficult to chew. Put the tripe into the pot with a thunderous movement. Do not let go of the chopsticks and lift them up and down. At the same time, you call to the brothers: "Count it, seven up."
Eight times, the mouth will be full of fragrance."
"Seven up and eight down, seven up and eight down." The other two dwarfs echoed and counted in detail. Ruo Qianxun sighed softly: "When I taught them how to practice swords, they had never been so attentive."
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Yunjia from Dacheng School is still moving forward, accompanied by the star peaks of Lishan Mountain. Just now, Shen He sent an order to the star peaks to temporarily cut off the spiritual message, and the recovery team will not attack for the time being.
All the elders know what the leader is going to do, and everyone is waiting.
Without making everyone wait too long, Shen He nodded to Mr. Zigui: "I'm going."
Mr. Zigui cupped his hands and said, "I wish you great success."
"Junior brothers, follow me!" At the sound of the order, Shen He escaped from the sword light and flew through the sky in the southwest direction.
Everyone responded, and the fourteen star peaks flew up quickly, following behind the leader.
Traveling 900 miles to the southwest, we stopped at the Gushan Sect, which had been closed for the past few hundred years. Today, the ban was just opened during the day, and there were already attacks from all directions, killing and injuring thousands of nearby cultivators.
The troops will be out of the mountains within ten days... Why ten days? Tonight is just the right time!