After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't get what he wanted. Li Ye temporarily gave up trying to communicate with more vitality of the world and focused on sharpening the bamboo sword in his hand.
After nearly two days of polishing by Li Ye, the blade of the bamboo sword has been chipped out. However, due to the different materials of bamboo and wood, there are many burrs on the blade. Li Ye thought for a while, cut off a small piece of animal skin on the bamboo chair, and used it as sandpaper to polish the blade of the bamboo sword and remove the burrs.
After spending a quarter of an hour polishing it, I felt very satisfied. I cut off a small piece of fat-laden rabbit meat on the plate that I had not eaten last night, and spread it on the animal skin to moisturize the entire bamboo sword body... ...
After that, he put it on the stove to bake it gently, then put it on the table and pressed the iron sword on top of the bamboo sword. He tried to make the entire sword body more beautiful.
Then it was time to open the sword. He did not use the knife in his arms, but took out the Ruoshui sword from the ring, and used the sharp Ruoshui to carefully draw sharp blades on both sides of the bamboo sword...
After cutting the bamboo sword and drinking porridge, it was already noon. After working all morning, Li Ye felt some energy and blood rising, so he looked at Xiao Bai lying on the chair and said, "I'm going to go into the cave to take a nap. Don't bother me, just go and play by yourself."
After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the door, and headed into the cave.
It was very quiet in the cave. The mountain wind couldn't blow in, but it was just a little cool. Li Ye lit a lamp made of cedar grease, took off his clothes and got into the quilt, leaning on the pillow and thinking.
Although the cave is not as bright as the wooden shed outside, Li Ye has become accustomed to the dark environment since he gained spiritual consciousness through practice. He half-closed his eyes and then opened them again, getting used to the brightness.
The light from the pine branches in the cave shines dimly, and the cave is not as dark as it was when looking from the outside. You can clearly see the scriptures carved on the cave wall.
Li Ye suddenly woke up.
Staring at the Ksitigarbha scriptures on the stone wall.
The truth turns out to be that simple?
Looking up, he saw that the walls of the cave were covered with scriptures, which were his unintentional masterpieces over the past few months. Every smooth stone wall was covered with scriptures, and the entire cave could no longer bear a single word.
If you regard these verses as your Ruoshui Sword Intent, it means that at this moment there is no possibility in the world to decipher your Ruoshui Sword Intent.
If you are carving scriptures on stone walls, practicing in the turbulent river, or under the ferocious pool, the sword intention is to be quiet, then the sword intention is defense, and you have perfected it without knowing it. Sir, you have to practice by yourself. A flawless defense like the "Shadowless Dharmakaya".
Then the sword techniques that he and Mu Mu practiced using the bamboo leaf flying sword, pine needle flying sword and snow-cutting swordsmanship were all about attacking in terms of sword intent.
Water is the most perfect and soft, continuous and dense. If it is small, it will be silent, and if it is huge, it will be turbulent.
Still and moving, attacking and defending, it is indifferent to the world and accommodates all things.
This is the true meaning of his complete Ruoshui Sword Intent.
If you have mastered cutting snow with a sword, then it means that your offensive sword intention has also reached the threshold.
From then on, movement and stillness, attack and defense, were no longer his weaknesses.
He closed his eyes and began to meditate and use his spiritual consciousness to swing the sword. The true energy in his body slowly flowed and began to exude kindness, trying to absorb the breath of heaven and earth in the wind and snow outside the cave.
Then together, they turned the cold wind blowing from the mountain into a wooden sword, and tried to slash at the flying snowflakes...
Suddenly, Li Ye felt that the mountain wind and even the air in front of him were stagnant.
It was as viscous as tea with countless beeswax, which brought endless resistance and could not be condensed into a wooden sword that could cut away the wind and snow as he imagined.
He tried to fly his consciousness higher into the sky, but the invisible resistance magnified countless times, and finally turned into a quagmire, making it difficult for him to breathe. Take a step forward.
Feeling the obstruction in the air, he did not forcefully try to condense it into the imaginary wooden sword, but instead tried to twist the mountain wind blowing around him into a thin bamboo shard.
Since you can't use your spiritual consciousness to cut the snow yet, let's try to use this small piece of bamboo to stick to the snowflakes all over the sky.
A quarter of an hour...a quarter of an hour...
Finally, after he spent an hour of effort, it finally condensed into a thin bamboo slice.
He did not face the wind, but followed the wind and gently stuck to a falling snowflake.
Without any strength, like a weak and weak hand, he gently touched his face.
Once, twice...a hundred times, finally, on the 210th time, he used the bamboo pieces condensed by his spiritual consciousness to stick to a complete snowflake.
No cutting, no chopping.
Li Ye, who was lying on the bed, completely let go of his consciousness. After spending more than two hours, he finally stuck a complete snowflake in the flying snow, completing the first task of cutting snow in his dream. process.
This piece of bamboo condensed with one's own consciousness is very simple, yet extremely powerful.
Although he has not yet mastered using his spiritual consciousness to condense the cold mountain wind into a wooden sword or a bamboo sword, he has been able to condense it into bamboo pieces. Since he can condense the bamboo pieces, it is possible to condense them into a bamboo sword that can cut snow. .
As long as you have the power of kindness and can communicate more of the vitality between heaven and earth, you can condense the sword you want in the aura of heaven and earth on this cliff.
A handful can stick to snowflakes.
A sword that can cut away the wind and snow.
A sword of your own.
When he felt that his consciousness was about to run out, he gave up on the bamboo piece, collected his mind, and closed his eyes.
He was so happy that he needed to have a good sleep to replenish the depleted power of his consciousness.
...
He slept for a long time. When he woke up, it was already night and Xiaobai was not in the cave. He put on his clothes and shoes and went out of the cave. He opened the door and looked around the wooden shed, but there was no sign of Xiaobai.
I lit a rosin and put it on the table to make an oil lamp, started the fire, smashed the skeleton that I had not eaten last night and threw it into the pot to cook, and put some mushrooms in it.
He released his consciousness and walked around the cave under the waterfall, but found no sign of Xiao Bai. It was probably that this guy was hungry and went to look for the old wolf in a panic.
He rubbed his eyes, added a piece of pine block to the stove, picked up the bamboo sword on the table, pushed open the shed door and walked to the cliff.
Looking at the silver-covered cliff scenery outside the cliff, I don't know when the wind and snow in the sky have stopped, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky above the mountain stream.
There is only a snowy moon between heaven and earth.
There is only one Li Ye on the cliff.
At this time, there was no wind, no snow, and everything was completely silent in the Tianshan Mountains. Only the water from the waterfall in the distance made a faint splashing sound when it hit the rocks in the pool.
Li Ye looked at the bamboo sword in his hand, smiled helplessly, held a sword flower in his arm, condensed his true energy into the sharp edge, and slashed towards Xue Ying outside the cliff.
Just a "boom!" was heard, and a thick branch of the cedar tree outside the cliff fell heavily, sandwiched with thick snow, and the sound it made when it hit the rocks below was like thunder.
Turning around, Li Ye returned to the shed.
I filled a bowl of meat and bone soup, and picked some mushrooms and put them into the bowl.
I thought that I had finally gotten used to Xiaobai's existence. When it ran away, I suddenly felt a little lonely. When it comes back, treat him better.
I also thought that I had to come out in a hurry, and I didn't think that I would not be able to go back. Otherwise, bring your husband's guqin and play a piece of music on this moonlit night in the empty valley. It will be a great sight.
I drank two bowls of broth, ate all the mushrooms in the pot, blew out the pine lamp in one breath, pushed the door open and went into the cave.
After coming to the cave and getting the ring and scripture left by Monk Poxu, he never had time to read the scripture seriously.
Just reciting the twelve-character sutra on the ring wheel silently a thousand times a day, coupled with the six-character mantra of the old monk, and reading it repeatedly every day, finally made some progress in my state of mind.
He felt that it was easier to enter a trance state than before coming here. This change shocked him and then started to feel happy, until he broke the fourth level of the golden elixir a few nights ago and brought him a surprise.
The night has gone deep and the temperature outside the cave is getting lower and lower, and some chill is creeping into the cave. Li Ye put the animal skin used as a quilt on his body, sat cross-legged, raised his five hearts to the sky, and breathed out a breath of cold air seriously.
He felt a trace of heaven and earth energy pouring into his body from outside the cave, and combined with the true energy in his Dantian, it quietly changed his body. With joy, he took out the "Lotus Sutra" left by Poxu Monk and turned to the first page.
After calming down for a while, I looked at the scriptures in the scroll and gently began to chant:
The husband uses the spiritual mountain to bring down the spirit. Unless you are a great sage, there is no way to enlighten him. Whatever is within your reach cannot guide your mind if it is not the past. Therefore, the Immortal Garden is completed, and the opportunities are small and large. The golden river takes care of life, and Tao is a half-full subject. Isn't it that when the teacher is being ridden, there is no way to evaluate his high level? It is known that five thousand people have withdrawn from the banquet because they are slow to advance.
...
He did not read the Ksitigarbha Sutra tonight, but instead chanted the Hua Dharma Sutra.
Zhongzheng's peaceful chanting voice grew from small to loud, and combined with the true energy in his Dantian and the power of heaven and earth coming from outside the cave, it broke through the heavy night fog.
It spreads quietly towards the four directions outside the cliff, towards the mountain breaks on the mountain stream, and towards the cave under the waterfall.
He was already at the fourth level of the Golden elixir, and coupled with his powerful spiritual power, combined with the sound transmission in Konggu, the sound of the Buddhist scriptures became louder and louder.
There are solemn Buddhist sutras being chanted and recited throughout the entire heaven and earth.
The old ape, who was leaning by the fire, had already closed his eyes and was preparing to sleep. Suddenly he heard the Buddhist scriptures coming from the mountain.
The ape sons and grandsons in the cave also climbed up, gathered around the old ape, and headed towards the mountain. They all straightened their ears and listened to the scriptures on this snowy night.
The wolves in the cave in the distance also got up from the ground, and walked to the entrance of the cave one after another, heading towards the cliff flat at the bottom of the mountain, listening to Buddhist scriptures that were different from the past.
Li Ye in the cave read the poem for two hours before falling asleep wrapped in animal skins.
