Volume 1 Lingxi Seeking the Way

Chapter 080: Yuehan Ancient Temple

Chang Kui's face was shocked, but his hand trembled and took out a piece of silver.

The middle-aged scribe's face was red and white, holding a folding fan and pointing at Chang Kui, trembling in his mouth: "You, you ......" The man collapsed on the ground.

Yao Ze smiled slightly, turned back to the stunned soldier and said, "My lord, you see, this matter really has nothing to do with me. ”

The guard looked at the foggy water, and when he got up all those embryos from the back of the Moon Han Temple, he didn't understand that the case was over?

Afterwards, Yao Ze no longer cared whether Yun San would be imprisoned or acquitted, but he became interested in the Yuehan Temple where the embryo body was hidden.

Although it had been more than a year since he came to this cold city, it was the first time he had walked the streets here.

There are no cultivators in this city, and the guy on the fourth layer of the Qi refining period in the last beast tide is estimated to be the worship of a certain family in the city, and he cannibalism, so he naturally wants to show it, but he didn't want to kick it on the iron plate.

He walked around the city at will, and slowly became familiar with this cold city.

All kinds of people, all kinds of snacks, all kinds of strange buildings, all opened his eyes, but the most famous thing in this Moon Cold City is the Moon Han Temple, it is said that this Moon Cold City was originally a Moon Han Temple, and then there were more people on the incense, and it slowly gathered into the Moon Cold City.

However, the monks in this Yuehan Temple do not practice martial arts, and it is strictly forbidden to enter the temple with knives, guns and sticks. Every day, there is an endless stream of people who go to the Yuehan Temple to offer incense, some ask about the future, some ask for blessings and misfortunes, some ask about marriage, and some ask for fortune. The incense in front of the temple is also rising, and an ordinary pillar of incense costs five taels of silver.

He followed the people into the monastery, and saw that there was a steady stream of pilgrims who came here with their hands folded, raised their chests, foreheads, and heads, and then prostrated themselves on the ground. It must have been like this every day, so that the ice bricks on the ground were dented in many places.

When he arrived, he also put on a pillar of incense, and then he followed the path to enjoy the scenery of the temple.

The temple is built in the same way as in the city, made of ice, and is dizzying in patches of crystal clear. If it weren't for the melodious sound of the bell in front of you, it would be hard to think that this is a sacred place for Buddhism.

There is no red wall and blue tile here, but the courtyard is deep, the arch bridge is across, and a pair of mighty outside the main hall is the gate of the Shishi Town Guard.

The backyard gradually became scarce, and occasionally two monks hurried by with their heads bowed. The copper bell of the pendant on the eaves of the temple swayed with the wind, and the sound was crisp and pleasant, echoing in all directions.

He walked through the halls and came to a walled area, where he heard the sound of chanting, and walked in.

Walking into the small courtyard, you can see the endless sky when you look up. There was no one else in the courtyard, and in the silent air, a few unknown birds were singing, and it was very leisurely to listen to.

Following the sound of chanting, he walked into a temple, and when he looked up, the statues on both sides were dazzling, and the raised faces of the Buddhas were like countless stars, and they had different expressions and postures.

On the futon in the middle of the hall, there was an old monk in yellow who was holding the scriptures in one hand and the rosary in the other, shaking his head as he was reading.

He didn't dare to disturb, so he bowed from afar, and looked around those Buddha statues.

He didn't know much about Buddhism, but he just looked at these Buddha statues with different expressions and listened to the muttering voice of the old monk, and his mood was very calm at the moment.

Passing by the old monk's side, he saw that the old monk's white eyebrows covered his face, and he couldn't help but feel respect, his eyes casually glanced at the animal skin scriptures in the old monk's hand, and his heart shook violently, and he actually stopped.

The old monk only felt someone at this time, and when he looked up, he just saw Yao Ze's stunned appearance, smiling slightly, and reciting the Buddha's name.

Only then did he come to his senses, and he was busy saluting the old monk, "I disturbed the master, and I sinned and sinned." ”

The huge waves in his heart were difficult to calm down, and the animal skin scriptures in the old monk's hand were bent and crooked, like tadpoles, but they were the same as the fonts on the jade pillow.

The old monk put down the scriptures and folded his hands, "Is there something wrong with the donor?"

Yao Ze's heart moved, and he told the old monk the truth.

"Master, the disciple was really a little surprised when he saw this scripture, because the disciple had seen such a text before, but he didn't know it, and he missed a fate, and he remembered it in his heart, and he was very sorry that he didn't want to disturb the master. ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's name, "We met is also fate, this morning the old man has been restless in his heart, so he took out this ancient tadpole meditation scripture and recited it, never thought to attract the donor." ”

Yao Ze was also very blessed, and he hurriedly bowed down to give a salute, "Please ask the master for guidance." ”

The old monk smiled silently, and only said after half a sound: "Is the donor willing to take refuge in Buddhism?"

When he heard this, his head was big, and he never thought of becoming a monk.

The old monk was not angry, "That's it, the old man brought ten scriptures, and Shi mainly can recite them all, and the old man is willing to teach you this ancient tadpole text." ”

As soon as he heard it, he was overjoyed, and since he cultivated the truth, he had learned to remember what just ten scriptures were worth.

"The disciple is willing. ”

The old monk smiled slightly, and left directly after the ten.

Yao Ze didn't feel anxious, just waited quietly, and after a short time, the old monk came over with a bunch of animal skins, and didn't speak, just put it in front of him.

He picked up a sheet casually, what a "no bitterness collection", anyway, he didn't understand, so he recited it aloud.

The old monk next to him didn't ask him, just closed his eyes and closed them.

If he follows his ideas, he can recite all the scriptures in a single pillar of incense, but I wonder if this old monk has taken out so many scriptures and memorized them casually, will he be disrespectful to the old monk.

Thinking of this, he began to recite with all his might, and he did not stop until the oil lamp was lit.

Strange to say, he didn't know the content of it, what "no desire to do knowledge", and what "no terror, far from upside-down dreams" and so on, after reading it twice, he immersed himself in it, and recited the pile of scriptures repeatedly, his heart was quiet, the anxiety after losing his mana, the aimlessness of coming to this cold city in the moon, and the anger generated by fighting with wild beasts, all became peaceful with the sound of recitation.

When it was dark, he woke up from the scriptures, sweating slightly on his forehead.

This old monk must be a man of great wisdom, and he actually used this method to save himself. He was sure that this old monk had no magic power, but his grasp of human nature had reached the point of discernment.

After more than ten days of fighting, there were at least a few thousand beasts that died in his hands, and this old monk must have seen the anger in his whole body, and used these meditation scriptures to ignite himself. He never sleeps, this old monk, as a mortal, regardless of his old age and decrepitude, accompanies him all night, and he really exhausts his hard work.

He stood up and bowed deeply to the old monk.

The old monk just smiled slightly, put the beast skin scripture into his hand, and read it aloud in his mouth.

He hurriedly put away his mind and listened intently to the old monk explaining this ancient tadpole text.

According to the old monk, this ancient tadpole text does not know how many years it has existed in this Yuehan Temple, and no one has studied it specifically, but whoever is interested can follow the recitation. This old monk was also young, and he inadvertently recited with the master, and in addition to the words on this scripture, he didn't know anything about other ancient tadpole texts.

Of course, Yao Ze doesn't care about these, as long as he can master some of the words, the rest can naturally be deduced.

In this Yuehan Temple is five days, the scriptures are all learned on the first day, mainly because he feels very calm in this temple, these five days did not go to practice once, just follow the old monk to recite the scriptures, meditate alone, after coming out, feel that his spirit is unprecedentedly good.

Kuroko has been in a hurry these days and asked for leave for him, but there has been no news of him, although he knows that he is skilled in martial arts, he has always been worried in his heart.

After seeing him, he couldn't say a word of his complaint, and he was stunned on the spot.

He smiled and quipped, "What's wrong?

Kuroko muttered in a daze: "No, why does it look like a different person?"

He knew in his heart that he had benefited a lot from that Yuehan Temple, and he didn't explain much to Kuroko, since the incident of Nayun San, no one came to disturb him anymore, and life returned to peace.

After finishing work every day, he quietly thought about the problem that he couldn't cultivate without dantian.

After returning from the Moon Han Temple, he found that his anxiety was gone, and he could have a hunch that he would find a solution sooner or later, and his heart had always been very peaceful.

Human cultivation is based on the dantian as a starting point, introducing spiritual energy, transforming it into true yuan, and through compression and solidification, the storage of true yuan increases, and the level is also increased accordingly. After turning into a human being, he also followed this cultivation pattern.

But his own body is an innate ancient beast swallowing the sky, if he thinks of a way from here, he may find another way.

If he could turn back into a Sky Swallowing Turtle, he should be able to better understand the inner world of this demon beast, but without mana, he couldn't even urge the law to move, so he could only give up helplessly.

The body of the Heaven Swallowing Claw is already a space of its own, and the dantian exists in the space, if the mana can be stored in this space, then the total capacity must be much more than the dantian, and he can be a blessing in disguise.

It's just that all this is speculation, how to store mana in the body space, this is the crux of the problem.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he sat down cross-legged and began the experiment.

The aura was quickly inhaled from the top of the head, followed the meridians, and came directly to the dantian. If the dantian still exists, the aura will be automatically stored in the dantian, and the current dantian is a misty space, and the aura will be dispersed after rotating in this space, and it will drift away with the meridians of the limbs until the skin around the body.

He was not discouraged, and carefully inhaled a small amount of aura, carefully feeling the changes in the space of this aura.

One night passed, and he had also tried it thousands of times, no matter what difference in the thickness and size of the inhaled aura, after reaching the space in his body, it would dissipate irrevocably.

It seems that the function of automatic storage of this dantian cannot be replaced by other spaces.

In the past few days, Heizi has found that Brother Yao seems to have something on his mind, is he homesick again? But when I asked him several times, he said that he had forgotten where his home was. Ever since he pulled Brother Yao up in the Black Water Lake, Heizi knew that Brother Yao was not an ordinary person, and if he pointed him out, his strength became much greater. Now that Brother Yao has been silent for a long time, he has to find a way to make him happy.

(Thank you for being able to haunt and pay attention to the flowers of the leaves)