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46 forty-six
The forty-sixth chapter, the origin of the dispute, is at hand
In the cold pool of the Sleeping Phoenix Corridor, Zheng Zhenzhen sat silently. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"
The moonlight melted and dropped into the clear water quietly, and when the breeze blew, it shattered into thousands of cold lights. The white clothes on Zheng Zhenzhen's body were soaked wet and clinging to his body, outlining the beautiful arc of the girl. The frost and dew in the late autumn were heavy, and the snow-capped mountains and ponds were cold to the bone, but her expression was very peaceful.
After procrastinating for a few days, she finally almost finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones, and she was able to adapt to the cold water.
Zheng Zhenzhen has been wondering where Yun Qing has gone for a few days, but Mianfeng Gallery is isolated from the world, and there is no outside news at all. The only person she had seen in the past few days was Jinghua, but she did not dare to ask Jinghua. After all, Yun Qing came here for an impure purpose, and it would be bad if he talked too much about her.
Speaking of which, since Yun Qing's goal is the superior soul secret method of Guiling Temple, she won't really find a way to run into Guiling Temple.
As soon as this idea came up, Zheng Zhenzhen couldn't stop thinking about it. Since Yunqing had a way to sneak into the Hundred Flowers Festival at the Temple of Heaven, of course he could also enter Guiling Temple, which only accepts male disciples. At that time, after she was seen through the Temple of Heaven, she fled into the Thirteen Obstacles in embarrassment. If she was accidentally discovered by Guiling Temple this time, wouldn't she have provoked two holy places in one go?
Zheng Zhenzhen calculated carefully, and found that with the Mianfeng Gallery where he was staying, he should have provoked three holy places. In fact, she still forgets about it, Shiwan Dashan is also eager to peel off her skin and cramp against Yun Qing.
Zheng Zhenzhen sighed, got up from the cold pool, raised his hand and pinched a jade weaving art to cover his bare skin.
"Is this the technique of walking the Temple of Heaven?"
Jinghua descended from the mountains, and peach blossoms flashed around her body.
Zheng Zhenzhen nodded: "I'm from Jingguo, and I used to study at the Temple of Heaven."
There are thousands of different altars in the altar of heaven. In addition to preaching the altar, the altars in various places also have different responsibilities, such as imparting knowledge, judging the law, accepting incense worship and so on. Therefore, it is not surprising that the people of Jingguo have learned a few spells at the Temple of Heaven.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't lie, but it was also naturally misleading.
"It's good to have some foundation," Jinghua looked at her up and down, "you have almost finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones. I will teach you the Dharma tomorrow, how about it?"
"Ah?" Zheng Zhenzhen said in surprise, "Do you still want to be my master?"
"Since you don't want to be a teacher, I naturally can't force you. But I'm a disciple of the Fa, and it's my job to teach you the Fa," Jinghua explained.
"I'm slow to learn everything, can you pick something simple to teach?" Zheng Zhenzhen tugged at the corner of his clothes awkwardly. "Ya*wen*yan*emotion*first*send" Her understanding is a bit lacking. Although her aptitude for cultivating is good and her xinxing can be said to be excellent, she is always one beat slower than others in her practice.
Jinghua was about to say how that was possible, but she couldn't bear it anymore when she saw her pitiful appearance. She stepped forward and rubbed Zheng Zhenzhen's wet hair, and said softly, "Slow slower, sometimes it's a good thing to walk slowly."
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"The Temple of Heaven inherits humanity and needs to adapt to the qualifications of most ordinary people, so it may be easier to get started. But Mianfeng Gallery is different..." Jinghua picked up some more important things and said to Zheng Zhenzhen, "Mianfeng Gallery is a Immortal Dao, its entry is very difficult. Once you enter the door, the difference between immortals and ordinary people will appear. All the cultivation after that will take a long time and gradually accumulate. If you walk slowly and walk firmly, the cultivation of your state of mind will be more stable. , is a good thing.”
"I..." Zheng Zhen's heart was a little complicated, Jinghua was very patient with her, and although she scolded a lot in words, she actually took good care of her. She didn't know how long she was going to stay here, and Yun Qing's book was probably going to start running again as soon as she got it. At that time, she didn't know how to face the shock.
Jinghua saw her hesitant look on her face, fearing that she was under too much pressure, so she stopped talking about her practice: "By the way, there is one more thing you need to write down."
"What, what?" Zheng Zhenzhen's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up at her with a guilty conscience.
"You must have heard about Guiling Temple and us, right?" Jinghua's eyes were solemn.
Zheng Zhen really tightened his head and nodded: "Well, you fight all day?"
"..." Jinghua looked at her and felt that she really wanted to be serious but couldn't be serious. "My sect and Guiling Temple have a lot of disagreements. If you go out in the future, you must be careful."
It was the first time that Zheng Zhenzhen heard the people in Mianfeng Gallery talk about the dispute between the two holy places, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you fighting endlessly every day? It doesn't look like a cultivator."
Jing Hua thought about his words, and finally said, "We are all different to each other."
"Ah?" Zheng Zhen really didn't understand.
"You don't understand it yet. To be honest, I don't understand it very well, but that's how it happened." Jinghua didn't seem to want to go deeper into this topic.
Zheng Zhenzhen didn't know how to observe words and expressions, she said doubtfully, "I thought only loose cultivators liked fighting."
Jing Hua flicked her forehead with her fingers: "How can you compare us with loose cultivators?"
"Let's put it this way, the reason for the fighting between the loose cultivators is because they have time in their minds, and they do not want to rely on their own strength to ask the immortals to ask, and pin their hopes on magic weapons and elixir. But the fighting between the holy places is different. We Du Tao has a pure heart and is dedicated to seeking the Tao, and has never been confused at all, but it is this understanding of the Tao that leads us to embark on the road of killing each other."
Zheng Zhen really thought about it for a while, and the scattered cultivators thought that magic weapons and elixir could help them cultivate Taoism, so they murdered and seized treasures. There must be something between the holy places that she did not know. .
"What is that? What are you fighting for?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked.
Jinghua didn't expect that she could understand, and she was silent for a while before saying: "Daoism, we are fighting for Taoism."
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At the same time, in Guiling Temple Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.
A slender figure passed through the green light and yellow scroll, appearing shadowy in the tall bookshelves.
Yun Qing had already changed into a monk's robe at this time, and the bright red color made her face even paler. She walked over to the shelves one by one, stopping under each shelf.
In a place beyond the reach of Qing Deng, she pressed her hand on the edge of the bookshelf, closing her eyes and urging the book from heaven. Tiny and delicate fluctuations permeate every ancient book, and are bounced back to be received by Yunqing. This probing is exhausting, but not a single detail escapes it.
This bookshelf seems to be no different. Yun Qing sighed in her heart, then moved her footsteps to the next bookshelf.
She has been receiving various important tasks in the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion, but it was not until today that it was her turn to be the guardian of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion. Self-defense is a must.
She suddenly stopped in front of the next bookshelf, and she could see in her mind a familiar person standing on the other side of the bookshelf.
"Brother?"
A slender hand took down a scripture from the shelf, Yun Qing looked up and saw Jue Luan's gentle but indifferent face in the gap.
"Well, I didn't bother because you were busy."
Yun Qing's heart is tight, and he doesn't know how long this guy has been standing here. She touched the bookshelves one by one and it was not normal to see them. He actually said, "I see you are busy".
"Senior brother, please feel free." Yun Qing didn't say much, backed away from the bookshelf and was about to go to the desk.
"Speaking of which, you haven't chosen a method of cultivation, have you?" Jue Luan casually said to Yun Qing while spreading out the ancient book.
Yun Qing had to stop and said to him across the bookshelf, "I haven't accepted the precepts yet, so I don't dare to comprehend the Buddhadharma by myself."
"It doesn't matter, I have the responsibility of teaching the Fa. Just tell me what you want to learn." Jue Luan smiled kindly at her.
Yun Qing naturally did not dare to speak falsely in this situation. She answered Jue Luan's gaze frankly: "I don't know what the heritage of Guiling Temple is, and I hope my senior brother can give me some advice."
Jue Luan stared at her for a while, then withdrew his gaze and turned the Buddhist scriptures in his hand: "The only pedigrees of Kecheng Dao are the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Sutra of Yijin. You are a disciple of the inner sect, and you can teach a part of it."
Every Holy Land has unique skills that can achieve the Dao, and every one can be counted. This kind of inheritance cannot be taught without direct inheritance, but there are some ways to circumvent this. For example, the predecessors of the Temple of Heaven can divide the gentleman's Qianyuan Dao into thousands of branches, and each branch can be traced back to the gentleman's Qianyuan Dao itself, so that the remnants of the gentleman's Qianyuan Dao can be cultivated by the lower-level disciples.
The method of Guiling Temple is similar. They are used to dividing the scriptures into many volumes, and each volume can be independent. In this way, the fragments can be passed on to the lower-level disciples.
What Jue Luan meant was that she could pass on part of her unique skills in Guiling Temple.
"Senior brother, can you tell me one or two details?" Yun Qing thought that although neither of these two books was what she wanted, it would be great if she could learn the world's law and understand the world's way.
Jue Luan's eyes stayed on the page, and only said one sentence: "Easing the tendons can turn into a vajra body, washing the marrow can make a dream of longevity."
Yun Qing had some conjectures in his heart that the Yi Jin Jing and the Washing Sui Jing might complement each other. Just like the Great Sun and Black Sky Wheel of Yan Mozong of the Six Paths, Yan Mo's Destructive Wheel, and the Six Paths of Inanimate Wheel, each of them can become the Great Dao by itself, but the combination of the three wheels has another advantage.
"Whoever doesn't want to live longevity, I hope my brother will pass me on the Sutra for Washing the Marrow." Yun Qing replied.
Jue Luan nodded, his eyes never leaving the book in his hand: "Tomorrow at noon, I will teach you a thousand words of washing the marrow sutra in the Dharma Hall."
Whether it is accepting disciples or spreading the Fa, there are many ceremonies in the Buddhist school. Jue Luan probably needs to do some preparations first.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Yun Qing bowed slightly and thanked Jue Luan.
Jue Luan closed the scriptures in his hand and said, "The moon is in the middle of the sky, you should go back too."
Yun Qing wouldn't be surprised that he clearly knew how long he had been in charge of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. This person had been staring at her very closely recently.
She resigned to Jue Luan, and when she went out, she met a disciple who changed shifts. The man seemed to be very shocked that Jue Luan was here late at night.
Jue Luan glanced at the bright moonlight outside the window, the warm light shone on the book in his hand, and the edges of the yellowed pages transformed into countless white lotus flowers.
He put the book in his arms, then took a few more books from the other bookshelves, smiled and said to the guard disciple: "I'll take some of the secret treasures first."
"Master, please feel free." The guard disciple clasped his hands together and said respectfully.
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