For more than ten years, Tu Kun followed the advice of the temple master and went to the Taoist temple to meditate during morning and evening classes.
The incense filled the air, slowly letting him hear some unusual calmness. In recent years, he had changed into earthen yellow Taoist robes, holding a golden whisk in his hand, and his wretched appearance had a fairy-like air. He often went to Jingyi He ran to the hall and took the little fat man Shi Nanguan to teach him the scriptures.
I heard the temple master say that Shi Nanguan’s deep study of the profound meanings of scriptures ranks among the top five in the Eastern Continent.
Tu Kun comforted the lady of the temple, flicked the dust, stepped out, passed through the mountain col shrouded in white mist all year round, and entered the entrance of the cave. However, the dim light inside the cave was as dark as swords, so he did not dare to rush in recklessly. He observed carefully for a while and guessed that the cold light blocking his path was the magical power of the small heaven and earth created by the bronze lamp made by the temple master, because some of the smells were familiar to him.
Without the response and permission of the temple owner, he might disturb the temple owner's ritual by walking in.
Turning around and walking out of the cave, Tu Kun reassured Yun Qiuhe that the temple master was refining treasures in the cave and nothing would happen. He reassured Yun Qiuhe and sent the woman away who was in an improved mood.
Tu Kun waited for a while, looked to the right, and asked, "What's going on with the temple master? I wonder if fellow Taoist traveler has any advice?"
In the mist of the mountain col, a blurry figure of Youmeng Chang appeared, and he said slowly: "I can't talk about seeing a teacher. I have been traveling for nearly ten years and only returned to the mountain gate for more than half a month. According to what I have observed near the cave these days, Zhang Guan is the master of the ritual practice. There seems to be some trouble with the little world’s heavy weapon.”
He tried several times to explore into the dim light and cold air, but he sensed the danger and did not dare to take the risk alone.
Today, he deliberately showed his aura and alarmed Tu Kun. Only Tu Kun, the Taoist priest, could discuss it, and he was strong enough.
"Oh, how do you say this?"
Tu Kun asked tepidly. He also noticed that the array the master made at the entrance of the cave did not seem to be a sign of freedom. It was too dull and lacked spirituality. He sent Yun Qiuhe back and thought about it slowly. There was no way, but the old man Mengmei showed up on his own initiative, which further confirmed his guess.
"I went to the underworld with Guanzhu Zhang. Before he returned to the Yang world, he met Lord Cui of the fifth palace. He once mentioned to me that the bronze lamp currently being sacrificed is the underworld treasure used by Lord Cui back then."
You Mengchang first talked about the antecedents and then continued: "Zhang Guanzhu has a special nature. He can use the underworld treasure, but he is still a living monk. The way he cultivates is inconsistent with this important bronze lamp. Once he is immersed in it, The 'ghost path' will inevitably go astray without realizing it. With Zhang Guanzhu's wisdom, he will be able to get out of it sooner or later, and may even gain some different rewards, but time cannot be wasted."
His own breakthrough is closely related to Taoist Zhang's advancement in cultivation.
It was originally a rare opportunity to immerse oneself in the small world and observe the evolution of the ghost path. However, "the enlightenment is instantaneous in a hundred years." The lower world has the disadvantages of the ebb and flow of spiritual energy. If you miss the time, it will be too late.
Tu Kun looked at this Mengmei old man who was thinking behind the scenes and asked directly: "What should we do?"
"Simple. You arrange for a few disciples who have successfully practiced mindfulness to meditate and chant sutras outside the cave. For an hour every morning, they use water milling skills to summon Zhang Guanzhu who is trapped in it. Maybe in three to five years, he can be awakened."
You Meng Chang is involved in all kinds of skills, but he can't chant sutras.
There are specialties in the arts, but he does not believe in Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, or witchcraft. Reading a lot of scriptures is useless.
Tu Kun took out the yellow talisman and was about to send it to Shi Nanguan of Jingyi Hall. All the talents who had cultivated telekinesis gathered in Jingyi Hall. He suddenly stopped and asked: "Their chanting and summoning will not trigger a subconscious counterattack from the master." Bar?"
He must ensure the safety of the Jingyi Hall monks.
Twenty years ago, he would not have thought this way, but now he has considered it carefully.
"I'm here with you. If the temple master subconsciously counterattacks and uses heavy weapons to attack the chanting monks, we will take action in advance to protect them and move them away."
You Mengchang didn't take it seriously and said casually.
Tu Kun nodded and sent out two summonses. In the next few years, he would have to listen to his disciples chanting sutras in the cave.
He has seen many ups and downs on the road of spiritual practice. It is not surprising that the master of the temple steps on the pit.
Not long after, the mountain chief and Shi Nanguan, who led several monks with profound spiritual power, arrived and Tu
Kun briefly discussed the matter with the two of them via voice transmission, and after a while of discussion, Dangjia arranged for six people to be arranged in a semicircle around the edge of the cave entrance. Shi Nanguan selected the scripture content and began to chant, and then they took turns chanting scriptures here.
You Mengchang hid on the side and watched the Earth Protector setting up the sound-isolating formation in the mist. He was a little hesitant. After all, paper cannot contain the fire after a long time. Bronze lamp, in the Hall of Zhenhun.
Judge Zhang was wearing a bright red judge's robe and official hat, sitting upright on an official chair, holding a "Book of Life and Death" in his left hand and a "Judge's Pen" in his right hand. With a cold face, he read out the evil deeds of the kid kneeling below. When the ink pen fell, he made a decision. The life and death of the offending kid.
The small world that evolved in the Hall of Souls became wider and wider, the River Styx appeared, and there were more and more ghosts and shadows.
Judge Zhang is busy concluding cases every day and takes great pains to solve problems. The color of his official robe and the bronze fish pattern talisman on his desk are getting darker and darker. He occasionally heard the annoying sound of scriptures, vaguely, buzzing in his ears like flies.
The noise made him upset, and he waved his right hand to drive away.
Don't disturb his mood!
Whenever this happens, a wave of cold light will erupt in the cave, mixed with countless fragments of sword energy, roaring towards the outside of the cave, and the attack will be sudden and violent.
The Earth Protector, who never dared to relax, immediately took action together with You Mengchang. One used earth techniques to resist a little to buy time, while the other had already rolled out the six monks sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave to prevent them from being hurt by the attack.
The two of them cooperated tacitly, openly and secretly, and in the past three years, there had never been any mistakes.
"The Guanzhu's attacks are becoming more and more difficult to deal with. Why don't you wake up?" Tu Kun said in a voice message as he avoided the attacks of the Nether Light Sword Qi.
"Their chanting of sutras is still effective, which has attracted the impatient attack of the temple master. If they persist for a few more years, maybe one day the temple master will completely wake up from his enlightenment and no longer be affected by this important weapon in this small world."
You Mengchang explained.
That bronze lamp is worthy of being a secret treasure used by Mr. Cui Fu. It is difficult to refine and control.
While the two were discussing, Shi Nanguan led the cold-looking Shui Qingru to fly over and stopped outside the mist of the mountain col. He said: "Qingru returned from Nanyuan Continent and heard that the master of the temple has fallen into a certain state and needs to chant sutras." Way to wake up, she wants to try it."
So many people took turns to appear in the back mountain and stayed there for three years. There were many smart and clever people in the sect. They probably guessed that it was related to the temple master who had not shown up for a long time.
The Earth Protector did not refuse, and handed Shui Qingru an array weapon, saying: "It's just right now, the temple master has just launched a wave of attacks. When it's safest, you can go and try chanting sutras."
Shui Qingru put the array device into her sleeves and asked the thunder beast following her feet to wait for her outside. She flew to the edge of the cave entrance in the mist. After a moment of silence, she moved her lips slightly and recited the "" "The Secret of Purifying the Heart":
"The pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, no waves, no waves. Youhuang sits alone, whistling and playing the piano... Freshness treats the root cause, straight path to seek life, the highest nature is the best, the road is perfect!"
Tu Kun was secretly surprised. The female martial artist who was a good fighter was hiding her secrets.
This achievement of telepathy would have been impossible without fifty years of practice. Although there was no sound coming out, waves of highly penetrating invisible telepathy had seeped into the front, blocking the cold light, like a wave thrown on the surface of a calm lake. The stones that came in sank straight down.
Glancing at Shi Nanguan, who had a slightly surprised look on his face, he saw that the boy had also misjudged him.
