Master Xianhui's expression was stagnant. Cheng Ling's words went straight to her heart, making it impossible for her to refute. Moreover, as the other party said, after learning about these rare treasures, the Buddha's heart was in chaos. Although it was not for herself, but for the sect. , but after all, I can't let go.
In desperation, he could only say: "The donor has a high Buddha-nature, but the sword canon is a secret that Fanhua Temple does not teach, and this sect cannot make the decision."
With her wisdom, she could of course guess what Cheng Ling's purpose was. The three volumes of bamboo slips should contain all the scriptures, so what Cheng Ling wanted must have nothing to do with them. The only thing missing was the first half of the sword scripture.
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and said: "Master is too wrong. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal and everything in the world can become a Buddha. This must be the purpose of your Fanhua Temple. Blindly cherishing the broom and cherishing it cannot carry forward the Buddha's magical power, and you don't know the great truth. In the world, thousands of sorrows can be lifted away with one finger, and there is no me in the happy face. How can everyone look like a Buddha?"
Master Xianhui was speechless, and then said: "Amitabha, it's a pity that you are a man. If you were a woman, with your Buddha nature, our sect will definitely accept you as a disciple, teach you well, and within a hundred years, you can become a disciple." The saint among Buddhas teaches and transforms all living beings.”
"That's all, you and I both want something. In that case, there's no need to sell anything. What do you think, three courtyard masters?"
Master Jingjia said hurriedly: "Sect Master, I think it is feasible to exchange the three scriptures and the second half of the sword canon for the first half of the sect. In this way, my Fanhua Temple has taken a big advantage. Moreover, if I can practice the Lotus Sutra, It will also be of great benefit to you in surviving the fourth decline of heavenly beings.”
Master Xianhui nodded slowly. Master Jingjia was her personal maid. She was devoted to herself. As long as it was beneficial to her, she would do whatever it took. She did not care about the honor or disgrace of the sect or the fate of the elders of the sect. .
She turned to look at Mingkong and Mingzhi, and continued to ask: "Where are you two?"
Mingkong coughed dryly and said: "Sect Master, you also know that this person has saved the two sisters Qingya and Qingyi many times. We will eventually need to repay this cause and effect."
Although she didn't express anything clearly, her attitude was clearly expressed and she had no objection.
Now, only Mingzhi is left.
She wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows and said slowly: "The cause and effect of the two nephews is about to happen, and the sect leader must successfully complete the tribulation. But after all, the sword canon is a secret that is not passed down by the sect. As a poor nun, I can agree to do it." Exchange, but only for three days, and the entire sword manual must be returned within three days, and it cannot be rubbed, nor is it allowed to be circulated."
This man was honest and showed no mercy. He wanted three scriptures from Cheng Ling and the second half of the Sword Code. The condition was that Cheng Ling was allowed to watch the Sword Code for three days, no matter how much he could learn. return.
But this was enough for Cheng Ling. With his memory and understanding, even if he couldn't understand the entire content of the sword canon, he could just memorize it.
He immediately stood up, saluted everyone again, and said, "Thank you all seniors."
Master Xianhui nodded slightly and said, "Okay, that's enough for now. All the deans, please go back first. My friends, please wait a moment."
The three masters agreed and left.
After they walked away, Master Xianhui seemed to be secretly relieved, and her sitting body relaxed a little.
She looked at Cheng Ling and asked, "My friend, can you tell me where you got these lost classics?"
After the deal was concluded, Cheng Ling no longer pretended to be a snake. He looked up to the sky and said, "These were obtained accidentally by Cheng in a secret realm."
"Oh? Where is the secret place?"
"I don't know about this. I just broke in by accident and was teleported out afterwards. It would be difficult to enter again."
Master Xianhui smiled slightly, but soon, her expression changed, and then, an extremely mixed aura emanated from her body, as if it was like rotten flesh, and the stench filled the sky, making people sick to smell it.
Cheng Ling couldn't help but frown. When he looked at Master Xianhui again, he was surprised to find that her appearance had changed greatly. From the beginning when he was twenty-five or six years old, he has been aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, he looks like an old woman of seventy or eighty years old.
"Donor...this is the first half of the sword book. You...take it! The poor nun is ill and won't accompany you..."
Before she finished speaking, Master Xianhui wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved her body, she felt weak and fell back onto the futon.
Cheng Ling was shocked. The other party was a strong man in the fourth weakest realm of heaven. Why did such a change happen? Moreover, he and Master Xianhui were the only two people left in the field. If something unexpected happened, they might not be able to explain it clearly.
He quickly stepped forward and asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Master Xianhui sighed softly and said in a weak voice: "That's all... after all... it's impossible to overcome delusion... The Buddha's heart is not calm, and he is poor. Ni...poor Nifo's heart is restless...I can't suppress it any longer..."
Cheng Ling's complexion changed, and he suddenly realized that the fourth degeneration of heavenly beings, the body smelled filthy, and when the blessings came to an end, a foul smell suddenly appeared. Could it be that the acquisition of these precious books actually caused ripples in Master Xianhui's Buddhist heart, and the backlash of the Fourth Decline of Heaven and Humanity struck?
No wonder she chose to receive him under the giant tree. Only the fragrance of flowers everywhere could cover up the stench of the body caused by the fourth decline of heavenly beings. But originally she was able to suppress it and maintain her previous appearance, but suddenly she got these many precious books, but it caused a crack in the Buddha's heart.
The fourth decline of heavenly beings is so rapid that if it can no longer be suppressed, it won't take too long for the appearance and body functions to gradually age, and eventually turn into a withered skeleton, and the body will die.
Cheng Ling broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. Although he was not the main reason for such changes that happened to Master Xianhui, it was ultimately due to his contribution of precious classics. She must not be allowed to die like this. Not to mention that there is no enmity or enmity between the two, looking at the face of Qingya and Qingyi, we cannot let it go.
At the critical moment, he no longer had any scruples. He stretched out his left hand to grab Master Xianhui's arm, and patted her Dantian with his right hand. The tentacles were shriveled and skinny, and he didn't care anymore. He carried the technique with a majestic power of vitality. , then it was continuously fed into her body.
Master Xianhui was on the verge of losing her mind. Suddenly, with the help of this vitality, she instinctively moved the skills and slowly started to circulate within the meridians in her body.
Silks of pure vitality, like the nectar of a long drought, are constantly being absorbed and refined by her body to resist the backlash and consumption of the fourth decline of heavenly beings.
Gradually, Master Xianhui's appearance began to change. Her long, silvery hair gradually turned black from the roots to gray, and her dry and skinny body began to swell little by little, as if being nourished.
Cheng Ling clung to her body and felt these changes keenly. An extremely rich death energy lingered in Master Xianhui's body, while the vitality force he input was full of vitality.
At first, the power of vitality still had the upper hand, but as Master Xianhui's condition gradually improved, a more powerful death energy suddenly erupted from her Dantian.
This aura was extremely huge, like an evil spirit coming from the netherworld. Wherever it passed, the tendons, muscles, bones, and blood gradually dried up and withered, as if they were all about to be annihilated.
Cheng Ling was naturally unwilling to give in. Since he took action, he must save him to the end. In desperation, he could only increase the input of vitality.
Master Xianhui's body suddenly turned into a battlefield. The two auras of life and death were constantly entangled and melting. Everyone wanted to occupy the winning side, but no matter which force was able to form an overwhelming advantage, once in a lifetime, the two auras were mixed together. You have me I have you.
Cheng Ling's heart trembled, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. The artistic conception of life and death he comprehended in the nether world seemed to have found its direction. He watched the two energies of life and death move along the great circumference, and traces of the power of the artistic conception continued to overflow, full of energy. Mysterious.
A thought occurred to him. Although his vitality power was strong, he had not practiced it systematically. The Mu Xiang Ling Jue was just a technique learned in the mortal world. It had begun to have little effect now. It was like a straggler. Although there were many people, it could not form a joint force.
If you can improve your understanding of the artistic conception of life, you might be able to gather the energy of life in your body to form a more powerful impact. By then, there should be greater certainty in defeating or devouring the death energy generated during the fourth decline of heavenly beings.
He did it as soon as he thought of it. He immediately separated a ray of consciousness and began to try to contact the breath of life.
Unfortunately, in Master Xianhui's body, the two qi of life and death have long been entangled together, just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, in an infinite cycle, and cannot be separated at all. As soon as that ray of consciousness came into contact with the energy air mass, it made a hissing sound.
Cheng Ling felt a sharp pain in his mind, and that ray of consciousness was completely annihilated. It must have been swallowed up by the idea of death in the air mass. It was as if a trace of his soul had been cut off. The pain made his body tremble, and he couldn't help but hold Master Xianhui tighter.
But he was not discouraged. He endured the severe pain in his soul and once again used a ray of spiritual consciousness to probe in. Once...twice...three times...and I don't know how many times I tried, finally, a ray of spiritual consciousness completely entered the air mass of life and death.
With a sound of "Boom!", Cheng Ling's body shook, and all the mysteries of the artistic conception of life and death appeared in his mind.
Sheng: refers to fertility, reproduction, growth, vitality...etc., which represents new life, emergence, and creation from scratch. Everything in this world originates from it.
Death: refers to death, loss, annihilation...etc., opposite to "life", from existence to nothingness, representing the end of all things in the world...!
Auras of spiritual light appeared in his mind, and Cheng Ling's artistic conception of life improved at an extremely fast speed, from the beginning to 10%, 20%, 30%... until 90%, then it stagnated, and the death The artistic conception is opposite to life. As the artistic conception of life improves, it seems to have resonated and reached 90% simultaneously.
Time passed slowly, and I don’t know how long it took. Master Xianhui’s body gradually became fuller. From the original dry and skinny body, it returned to a bumpy shape again. All the long gray hair turned black, and three thousand black hair fell down, swaying in the breeze. posture.
Her appearance also changed, from an old woman in her seventies or eighties to her previous appearance, and she even looked younger. The skin is white and rosy, and can be broken by blows, just like a girl in her twenties and eighties.
