The twenty-sixth return to the ancient temple in the deep mountains

The ancient temples are hidden in the deep mountains, and the clouds cover the fairy towers. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

On the halfway up the northwest of Wuxuan Mountain, where the white clouds come out of Xiu, there is an ancient temple in the barren mountain. At this time, there were a few people who were in a hurry and looked quite embarrassed standing in front of the temple.

"I dare to ask if anyone is in the temple?" A young scholar came out of the crowd and knocked gently on the temple door.

Apart from the stern mountain breeze, there was no answer.

The scholar was a little impatient, and knocked on the temple door again: "I dare to ask if there is anyone in the temple? If there is no me, I can come in directly..."

"Donor, please come in." An old and hoarse voice came out.

That scholar was Song Liyou. He looked back at Yun Qing, and when he saw her nodding, he pushed the door open.

This temple is small enough. After entering, there is only an empty Buddhist hall, and behind the Buddhist hall are three wing rooms. The sparse trees densely cover the sky of the temple, and with the scattered eaves and corners, the whole temple looks very dark.

"How many are cultivators?" An old monk in a red cassock sat cross-legged on the futon, with his back to the door, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Song Liyou replied, "Naturally, he is a cultivator, otherwise how would he climb up this broken temple on top of the broken wall?"

"Those with great perseverance can do it." The old monk replied slowly. His speech was a little slurred, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Song Liyou also didn't want to suffer verbal losses at all. He immediately retorted: "I have my heart, but I haven't reached my strength yet, so naturally I can't come up. In the end, things in this world don't just require 'great perseverance'. It can be done.”

"If you have this temple in your heart, you will come up even if you are at the foot of the mountain. If you have this Buddha in your heart, then even if you are in the world, you will be enlightened. The donor focuses on external things, but he is down." The old monk He didn't think so, he still said slowly.

Song Liyou still wanted to argue with him, but was stopped by Yun Qing. Buddhist practice has the ability to "mantra", "lotus blossoms on the tongue" and "the sky is falling". If Song Liyou is allowed to talk to him, luckily they can stop before it gets dark. If they are unlucky, Song Liyou will simply convert to Buddhism. what to do?

"Master, we are forced by others and hope to stay here for a while, may I not?" Yun Qing said.

"Can you escape the pursuers, but can you escape your heart?" The old monk let out a hoarse laugh.

"Since the master has agreed, then we will stay in the back wing. Thank you for your stay." Yun Qing nodded and let several people go in directly.

Song Liyou was stunned when she heard it. She didn't expect Yun Qing to be so thick-skinned. When did she hear people say she agreed? "Thank you for your stay"?

When the monk heard Yun Qing's words, he stopped talking, and it seemed that he had acquiesced to a few of them to live in.

"How did you know there was a broken temple here?" Song Liyou finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Daoyuan told me. en8." Yun Qing's words were of course nonsense. She has stayed in the Temple of Heaven for so long, and she has long since found out about the inheritance of the divine soul using the first line of cause and effect between herself and Jingtiangong.

This temple was handed down by an ancestor of Guiling Temple, one of the seven holy places. Although it has some relationship with the Buddhist cultivating tradition of Guiling Temple, it can only be regarded as a loose cultivator. Back then, when walked down the Temple of Heaven, passed over thirteen obstacles all the way, and almost all the inheritance in this mountain entered the Jingtian Palace. It is estimated that the Temple of Heaven also let go of this small temple because of such a small relationship with Guiling Temple. However, Yunqing is a typical example of debt that doesn't itch. Whether it is a hundred thousand mountains or walking on the Temple of Heaven, at this moment, guess hope that she will die ugly, and it doesn't matter if she gets into a Guiling Temple.

If I am not mistaken, there should be the idea of ​​lotus heart void storage in it. This is the secret method of the soul that Guiling Temple can count, and its status is only slightly inferior to several Buddhist scriptures such as the Dairi Tathagata Deity View. Yun Qing is a little strange, how could such a top-level inheritance end up in this dilapidated small temple back then.

"Yunqing..."

Yun Qing was thinking about it when she heard Zheng Zhenzhen pulling her sleeve hesitantly.

"What's the matter?" Yun Qing replied as he picked a room and walked in.

Zheng Zhenzhen and Aman walked in behind her, while Song Liyou chose another room.

"I always don't think it's right here..." Zheng Zhenzhen leaned over to her and said in a low voice.

"Why do you say that?" Yun Qing placed a restriction on the door, and the inside of the door frame was covered with a thin black flame. The flame was pure and deep, and it was the result of her quenching her true qi by using the holy altar.

"Uh... that's right, I don't feel very comfortable." Zheng Zhenzhen's head lowered, and she felt that she was a little unreasonable.

"You've been hungry for three days, so you shouldn't be feeling well, right?" Yun Qing said helplessly, "I'll go ask Zhai Cai, or ask Song Liyou to find something to eat for you."

She pushed open the door and went out, and Zheng Zhenzhen followed closely behind her.

"Stay here, don't go anywhere." Yun Qing blocked her in the restraint and reassured her, "I'll bring food later. Have you already cultivated your true qi?"

"Yes, yes!" Zheng Zhenzhen raised his head proudly.

"Then take good care of it and consolidate the realm." Yun Qing dropped these words and turned to leave. In the place where Zheng Zhenzhen could not see, her expression became solemn.

Zheng Zhenzhen feels similar to her, but she has more basis than Zheng Zhenzhen. Yun Qing's mind has been opened, although he is still far from the Celestial Eye of "illuminating the world and transforming all things", he can also have a little insight into some misfortunes and fortunes.

The whole temple was enveloped in an ominous aura. The aura on the monk's body was also very strange. He was clearly a Buddhist practitioner, but he didn't feel any golden light on his body. Instead, it looked gloomy.

After careful consideration, she decided to try it out.

She walked into the small Buddhist hall, and inadvertently saw a glazed vase in front of the Buddha statue, with a green willow branch stuck in the vase.

Yun Qing didn't think much, stood beside the monk who was chanting with his eyes closed, and said softly, "This time disturbing the purity of your temple, I hope Master will forgive you."

"Amitabha, if the mind is not calm, the temple will not be clean. If the poor monk thinks that the temple is not clean, then his own cultivation is not enough. How can he blame the donor?" The old monk said apologetically.

Yun Qing felt that although he didn't look like a Buddhist cultivator, his mouth was very similar.

"It's best if the master doesn't blame him." Yun Qing didn't want to entangle with him, "I still have something to ask..."

"Donor, I see that you are weak and blind, but you are thin and burnt, with bright light inside. You have the big picture in mind and the secret in your grasp. If you want to ask something, if the secret cannot be seen, then the old man can't do anything."

Yun Qing naturally wanted to attack from the side and ask the whereabouts of the idea of ​​the lotus heart, but the old monk went around with a sharp edge. He said that Yun Qing was "frail and blind", implying that he already knew Yun Qing's physical condition, and most likely saw that she needed a secret method to restore her soul. However, the latter sentence, "Skinny in shape, burning in spirit, and bright in its inner core," points out that she has recently cultivated diligently, and the damage to her soul is no longer fatal to her. However, "having the overall situation in mind and the secret in the grasp" is a clear indication of Yunqing's ambition, not only to control the situation, but also to see the secret through some means.

The first half of the sentence means the same thing: "I know you have an injury, but this injury is not the most urgent. You are in a crisis. It is better to solve the current predicament first."

In the second half, it was directly stated that if you can't solve things yourself, don't come to me.

Yun Qing felt that it was really exhausting to talk to the old monk with the word "Fresh". She nodded and thanked the old monk, and turned back to her original room.

She didn't see it, just as she turned around, the bright green wicker in the glass vase suddenly turned into dead branches, and the eyes of the Buddha statue opened and closed quickly.

The whole hall was eerily silent.

"Zheng Zhenzhen?"

As soon as Yun Qing walked into the room, she realized that something was wrong. The ban was intact, but both A Mang and Zheng Zhenzhen disappeared.

The room is very crude, with only a small bed, a set of table and chairs, no windows, but there is a Buddhist altar on the wall. It is obvious at a glance at the door, and there is no way to hide anyone.

Yun Qing carefully checked the restrictions she placed, and there was no trace of damage. It makes sense that Zheng Zhenzhen ran away by himself, but it would be too abnormal for Aman to disappear out of thin air. No matter how she and Amang, they are two lives together.

The meaning of one life twin is easy to understand, that is to say, there should be only one such life in the world, but two completely different individuals have been produced due to various coincidences. In terms of fate, she and Aman are even counted as one person.

Everything about Aman is closely related to her. If there is any danger to him, then Yun Qing has no reason not to feel it.

What about now? There is no danger, but disappearing out of thin air, where are the two of them? Together, or separated?

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Yun Qing placed a ban on everything in the room, and then went to Song Liyou's room to take a look. Almost as expected, Song Liyou also disappeared.

Yun Qing felt a little tricky. Now she can either dig three feet to find it by herself, or ask the weird old monk. But she wasn't ready to fight the other side. Judging from the conversation just now, the strength of the other party is hard to say, but the ability to measure the secret is definitely there, so that her greatest advantage, the scripture, can play a much smaller role. After all, the Book of Heaven knows all things, so two people who know each other well will definitely have a hard time fighting.

"Donor, what are you looking for?" The old monk's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

The voice was so close that Yun Qing could almost feel the coolness on his neck. She quickly urged Fangcunzhan, disappeared out of thin air, and appeared again a few meters away.

Yunqing turned back, the monk was holding a glass vase in one hand and fiddling with the rosary in the other hand, and smiled kindly at Yunqing.

She immediately realized that it was not good, and didn't answer. She raised her hand and a black flame rushed towards the old monk.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore." The old monk recited a scripture silently, the glazed vase emitted a dazzling golden light, and several large Sanskrit characters flew out, smashing the black flame into pieces.

Yun Qing was silent, the techniques in his hands continued, and a black wind came. Those black flames scattered into little sparks, which were blown by the black wind, and instantly became stronger in the wind, and once again rushed towards the old monk with claws and claws.

"Amitabha, the donor's killing intent is too much. Do you know that the people who died in vain under your hands are also the spirits of heaven and earth? Did the donor ever feel remorse and pity when he heard the cry of the dead? Did he ever feel uneasy when he heard the cry of the living?"

Every time he said a word, the golden Sanskrit became more and more solid, and this time not only broke through the black flame, but also directly attacked Yun Qing.

Yun Qing could see clearly in his mind, but his whole body seemed to be suppressed by the mountains. He could see but couldn't escape.

This is Buddhism's supernatural power to break evil. It first uses the power of words to suppress people, and then uses magic weapons to severely damage the seal.

Yun Qing knew in her heart that she could never be hit by this Sanskrit word, but she couldn't mobilize a trace of true qi anyway, so she could only watch the Sanskrit word disappear into her body. Starting from the soles of her feet, the golden pattern wraps her little by little. When the Sanskrit word grows to the Tianling Gai, it will be time to seal her completely.

What surprised Yun Qing the most was that there was no guardian in the Book of Heaven. The Book of Heaven is a treasure of heaven and earth. Since Yun Qing has forcibly integrated it, the Book of Heaven can naturally help her out of trouble at a critical moment. But now there is no movement in the book of heaven, that is to say, this is not a critical juncture at all? Yun Qing thought of Aman who was closely related to her but disappeared without warning, and vaguely felt that she might be about to catch something.

At this time, the golden seal had spread to her neck and gradually extended towards her face.

"How sad..." Yun Qing suddenly laughed.

The old monk fiddled with the hand of the rosary for a while, his face unchanged: "Is the donor talking crazy?"

"How sad!!" Yun Qing laughed even louder, "The orthodox Buddhist sect of Guiling Temple has fallen to the point of deceiving people with illusions?"

The old monk sighed: "Donor, both the real and the illusion, and the illusion is also the real, how do you know that the illusion you said is not real, and the real you said is not an illusion?"

He lifted the glass bottle in his hand, and the golden pattern instantly did not pass over Yun Qing's head, wrapping Yun Qing like a golden cocoon.

Although she already knew that this was an illusion, Yun Qing still had nowhere to go, and if she dragged her on, her life would be safe, but a few people outside the illusion didn't know what to do.

Yun Qing was wrapped in golden light, and she only felt that her mind was full of dazzling Sanskrit. When she looked at it the next moment, she found that the illusion had become a place she could never have imagined.

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