chapter 38

In the old and dilapidated courtyard, Xuanxin was preparing to continue his morning class.

When he was preaching Mahayana Buddhism.

Little Ferret, who had run out earlier, turned into a white shadow and ran back.

Squeak Squeak Squeak …

Little Ferret jumped onto the shoulder of the white-clothed girl, Ah Qi, and chattered non-stop.

"Master, the nine old fellows who betrayed you have found their way here."

"They betrayed you back then. Now it seems that they regret it and have come to Master to confess. Master, you can't be merciful this time."

Little Ferret's intelligent little expression was full of murderous ferocity. He leaned over to the white-clothed girl's ear and muttered, "Master, listen to Libation. Those who betrayed us must die!"

"It's useless even if they regret it."

Squeak Squeak Squeak …

Xuanxin didn't understand what Little Ferret was saying at all.

He didn't pay too much attention to it.

Knock Knock Knock …

With a mysterious rhythm, he knocked on the Sect's magic treasure, the wooden fish, and then preached the Mahayana Buddhism's Diamond Sutra.

"This is what I have heard. For a time, Buddha is in the Shewei Kingdom. Only trees for the Lonely Garden. And compete with the Qiu people. One thousand two hundred and fifty people. Then the World Venerable. When eating. Wear clothes and hold alms bowls. Enter the Shewei City to beg for food. In the other city. This time, the begging has ended. Return to the place. The meal has ended. Collect the mantle. Wash the feet. Sit on the seat … "

For a time, in the mountains, the sound of the wooden fish accompanied the chanting of sutras.

It spread out in this small temple in the mountains.

Shaolin's magnetic field changed.

Tranquil and peaceful, it became a dojo filled with a strong Buddhist aura.

The sound of the wooden fish went from small to large, and then from large to small.

The spiritual energy of Shaoshi Mountain seemed to have been awakened at this moment. The spiritual energy that was constantly surging began to become thicker bit by bit.

It washed people's bodies and minds. Together with the mysterious rhythm of the wooden fish, it made people constantly adjust the qi and blood in their bodies as they breathed in and out.

The feeling that it brought to the body and mind was exceptionally comfortable and wonderful.

Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, and the eldest disciple Wuzhen all entered a mysterious rhythm along with the sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of sutras.

In the midst of meditation, he entered the persistent dream.

Even the intelligent Little Ferret was crouching down, infatuated. It breathed in and out, following the rhythm of the Buddhist Dao.

In the midst of meditation, he entered the persistent dream.

Xuanxin knocked on the wooden fish and recited the Diamond Sutra of Mahayana Buddhism rhythmically.

He was also observing the changes in his surroundings.

He realized that the girl in white had been struggling bitterly in this mysterious rhythm of Buddhist Dao.

He couldn't enter the state of meditation, nor could he enter the persistent dream.

What shocked Xuanxin the most was that the girl in white was frowning and emitting a murderous aura.

The aura was dark and gloomy. It seemed to belong to the demonic path. It was a demonic aura that clashed with the aura of the Buddhist temple.

It even soared into the sky.

This murderous aura was really terrifying. Xuanxin, who was knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the Diamond Sutra, also felt a burst of palpitations and uneasiness.

What was this girl in white trying to do?

Why was her murderous aura so fierce all of a sudden?

To be honest, although Xuanxin looked calm on the surface, he was actually very flustered in his heart.

He had never seen such a terrifying murderous aura. And this demonic aura that soared into the sky like the demonic path was something he had never seen before. It shocked him for a moment.

"Amitabha."

After the morning class, Xuanxin stopped knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the Diamond Sutra. He chanted the name of Buddha to calm his mind.

"Abbot, Wuzhen and I will go down the mountain first."

Xuanyuan and Wuzhen felt comfortable all over, their spirits were high, and their thoughts were clear. They felt that it was another beautiful day.

After coming to their senses, they saluted Xuanxin and left.

Today, Shaolin was busy paving the mountain road in full swing. Xuan Yuan had to supervise the paving of the mountain road, and Wuzhen had to count the stone materials at the foot of the mountain.

"Abbot, I'm going too."

Xuan Gang, a martial arts fanatic, heard the sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of the sutra. He seemed to have gained something in his obsession dream.

He couldn't wait to go to the meditation room to cultivate in seclusion.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin looked at the girl in white, who was frowning and unable to calm down, and said, "The neighboring chicken crows first at night. It's time to be solemn."

"Blood stains a thousand knives and flows endlessly. Accompanied by a cup of wine, spring is born."

"For thousands of years, the soup in the bowl is as deep as the sea. The hatred is hard to be appeased."

Xuanxin had a merciful and compassionate look on his face. He said in a compassionate tone, "If you want to know the calamity of the world's weapons, listen to the sound of slaughter in the middle of the night."

"The war of weapons has not ended. The phoenix and the qilin are safe.

My disciple Hu indulged in this joy and recklessly wasted the heavenly objects.

If you want to extend your life and listen to my words, you must ask for help from yourself.

If you want to extend your life, you must set it free. This is the truth of the cycle.

If he dies, you save him. If you die, others will save you.

All living beings have the same nature. It's just that they have different forms of karma.

Flesh and blood dripping with the smell of treasure. Pain and resentment can't be expressed.

Put yourself in their shoes and think, who would cut themselves with a knife? "

This wasn't Xuanxin, the Holy Mother, wasting his breath and tirelessly persuading people to let go of their killing intent.

Nor was he earnestly persuading people to be good.

He was just a little panicked.

Xuanxin didn't know anything about the background of this girl in white. Just as he was chanting the sutra, she sat next to him, emitting an endless murderous aura.

A monstrous demonic aura soared into the sky.

Xuanxin wanted to know, what are you doing?

In front of this monk, are you going to kill Buddha or what?

In the situation where I don't know what you're going to do, I must persuade you to be good and persuade you to let go of your killing intent.

"Master, your advice is priceless. You're really compassionate."

"I've learned something."

Taking a deep breath, the girl in white bowed slightly to Xuanxin.

Squeak squeak squeak …

Little Ferret, who was beside her, woke up and kept chattering and gesticulating.

Just now, Little Ferret told her that the nine people who had betrayed her had come. For a moment, she thought of the past because she couldn't calm down the emotions in her heart.

Therefore, she couldn't reach the state of meditation and didn't enter the dream of obsession.

"Master, can you recite the sutra for me again?"

After adjusting her state of mind, the murderous aura on the girl in white disappeared without a trace. That soaring demonic aura was also restrained by her.

Now, she needed to use Xuanxin's supreme Dharma to activate and remove the restriction of the Heavenly Demonic Power on the black iron scroll.

"Okay."

Xuanxin heaved a sigh of relief. As long as you don't target Shaolin and don't cause trouble for Xuanxin.

It doesn't matter even if I recite it a few more times.

Under the gaze of the Golden Eye of Destiny, Xuanxin found this girl in white to be a terrifying existence.

Immediately, Xuanxin preached the Mahayana Buddha's Diamond Sutra again.

It was accompanied by the percussion instrument, the wooden fish.

Complemented by the mysterious rhythm, it was a vast and peaceful Buddhist Dao field.

…

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At the foot of the mountain, stone materials were piled up. The road had been paved halfway up the mountain.

Only Wuzhen was guarding in front of the stone tablet at the mountain gate.

Wuzhen was lost in thought as he looked at the inscriptions on the stone tablet. Looking up at the inscriptions on the stone tablet, he fell into a mysterious state.

At this moment, Wuzhen seemed to have become one with heaven and earth. His whole body exuded the aura of Dharma and Taoist Rhymes.

His every move was flowing with Taoist Rhymes.

Inside his Dantian, a gentle and calm inner force rose up, continuously circulating in large and small circles in his meridians.

Wu Zhen used the Plum Blossom Pile Footwork and closed his eyes to practice the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

He was completely immersed in his self-awareness.

At this moment, nine strange people walked over from the official road.

There was an old woman in black with Yin energy, a strong man with a broken hand, and a scholar in white with a brush.

There was a cripple who drank wine, an ugly old man with a white beard who emitted a strong smell of herbs.

There was a muscular man who was tied up with iron chains and was panting like a cow.

There was a cold swordsman, a blind man with a stick, and a handsome swordsman with a white face walking at the end.

These nine people looked strange, as if they were extraordinary people with special abilities.

After walking on the official road and seeing the stone tablet at the mountain gate, the nine people went straight to Shaoshi Mountain.

"What can we do even if we regret it now?"

"No one can run away."

"So what if I die? I won't ask the sect master to spare my life anyway."

The blind man with a stick walked over as if he was walking on flat ground. He looked as if he was looking at death calmly.

"I regret being bewitched by that Mo Luo."

"If the sect master was here, our Demon Cult wouldn't be in this state. Fortunately, the sect master has returned."

Wherever the old woman with her Yin Qi passed by, the grass and trees withered. Her insightful eyes were filled with regret.

"We are here today to ask for the sect master's forgiveness and also to ask for her death."

"This is the rule of our Demon Cult. I have nothing to say … …"

The ugly old man with a white beard who emitted a strong smell of herbs sighed and said.

The people who came were the nine elders of the Demon Cult.

Every single one of them was a master of martial arts and had the ability to reach the heavens and penetrate the earth.

They all had powerful skills that they were proud of.