Just like the process of pouring it out of a stone mold, Mrs. Meng repeats the same thing every day.
Collecting herbs, cooking soup, forging swords, chanting sutras... When the time comes in the evening, they go to perform their duties on the Wangchuan Bridge.
The bright moon shines on the upper stream of Qingquan Stone in Forget River.
The days flowed slowly day by day. After the autumn rain came one after another, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell on the Wangchuan River.
In order to prepare for the coming of winter, Po Meng spent an autumn preparing enough herbs.
This is also the knowledge she has spent hundreds of years learning. Starting from summer, she must prepare elixirs for winter.
Pushing open the door, looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and took out the bamboo sword...
Whoever dances in the wind with a bamboo sword is not me, Po Meng.
She has read the Buddhist scriptures on cultivating the formless golden body countless times, but her understanding of the world has not yet reached the level of an old Taoist priest.
Unlike the old monk he met on the battlefield of Shura, who could comprehend all the principles of the Buddhist scriptures and integrate them into his own flesh and blood.
What is important is that she changes her way of knowing the world, such as her understanding of darkness and light.
As well as her understanding of the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and her desire to integrate two different sword styles.
From the Four Symbols back to the Two Instruments, and then find a way to return to the original Wuji...
This is an arduous process of understanding, and it will take her more time, perhaps after she has completed her transformation.
Only at the moment when you understand the laws of heaven and earth can you understand these principles.
It was a pity that she could only understand the wisdom contained in each Buddhist scripture, and even the old monk could not explain it to her one by one.
Those seemingly short sentences contain many profound truths.
Therefore, after practicing to the third level of the formless golden body, she stopped there for the time being and could not make any further progress.
In the wind and snow, she slashed at the snowflakes in the wind again and again with the bamboo sword in her hand.
If you are immovable, this is the Dharma.
Silent as a rock, this is her swordsmanship.
Last year, he cut countless snowflakes, but this year he no longer thinks about how many snowflakes he can cut with one sword, but instead thinks about whether he can cut one snowflake into three petals? Even four petals?
With a soft buzzing sound, the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to be a little lighter, and a golden light emerged from the divine sea.
Po Meng took back her bamboo sword and looked up at the sky. She was startled by her own thoughts.
After practicing so hard back then, the only person I wanted to surpass was the gentleman who cut down fifteen snowflakes with one sword.
Along the way, I don’t know how many places I have walked through, and I don’t know how many heavens I have wandered through.
In the end, she discovered that the person she wanted to surpass in swordsmanship was herself.
I have memorized Buddhist scriptures by heart, but my understanding of Buddhism is still insufficient.
As a result, she was unable to break through the situation, as if she could only sigh with emotion in the face of the snowstorm.
With her current wisdom, she is still unable to comprehend higher levels of Buddhism.
Just like the bamboo sword in her hand, even if it was replaced by the Samsara Sword...it wouldn't be able to cut the snowflakes in the wind into three petals with one sword, for the same reason.
Therefore, snowy days are a good weather for making swords, because there is enough snow water for her to quench the different sword embryos one by one.
As the days passed, the sword embryos piled under the roof gradually took shape under her hard work and took the shape of a spiritual sword.
In the following days, she was no longer in a hurry to forge swords.
Instead, just like Tingyu Sword, he tried to imprint three different restrictions on each sword hilt.
In her opinion, the existence of the Divine Sword would not be allowed under Mount Sumeru. After all, as the old Taoist priest said, Mount Sumeru now is also a world with incomplete heaven.
If the way of heaven is not perfect, the existence of gods will not be allowed.
Every day, in addition to watching the long night of wind and snow on Wangchuan Bridge, I work hard in the small courtyard.
As for making swords, she has no idea at the moment.
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It’s no stranger to me. As the days pass by, I seem to have gained a deeper understanding of Buddhism.
The biggest difference is that the Phoenix Divine Fire in her body is no longer as unruly as before.
Instead, she became quieter and softer. Before, she could wave a divine fire of destruction with her wave of hands. Now, she seems to be able to condense the divine fire as long as a hair.
She was even thinking that if she could hide this faint trace of Phoenix Divine Fire in her sword energy, she would be able to give her opponent an unexpected surprise with just a thought.
At the moment, she has not yet reached the state of using heaven and earth as a melting pot.
However, she could already feel a trace of the power of heaven and earth at the moment she swung the hammer.
Like the spring breeze turning into rain, it slowly blends into the sword embryo.
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It's the winter solstice, and the flying snow in the night sky is gradually stopping.
On a moonless night, a few stars fell, illuminating the deserted Wangchuan Bridge.
Different from the past, there were very few creatures crossing the bridge tonight, less than ten people in total.
As usual, the cold wind blew on the bridge for two hours, just when she had packed up her belongings and was about to return to Huangquan Village.
A weak voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Excuse me, can I go through here?"
Po Meng was startled when she heard the sound. She turned her head and looked at the woman in front of her. She was speechless for a moment.
Before the woman in front of her could ask any more questions, Po Meng, who was wearing a white dress, just heard a swish sound and two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.
He reached out and pulled the haggard woman in green clothes in front of him and murmured: "Sister Yueying, is that you?"
The woman in green clothes was also startled, and asked blankly with a pair of confused eyes: "Sister, do you know Yueying?"
Po Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so she took her hand and sat down next to her. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on her face and asked, "Aren't you with Hua Luoyu?"
Yueying was dumbfounded when she heard this, thinking that the only one who knew about Hua Luoyu and herself was the brother who never saw the end of Shenlong.
But in front of me is clearly Po Meng on the Wangchuan Bridge?
Seeing that it was getting late, Po Meng took out a small piece of incense from the space ring without saying a word, lit it with her hand and put it on the table.
Then he muttered: "Excuse me, sir, come up and I'll buy you a drink."
After speaking, he took Yueying's hand and said: "Don't rush to cross the bridge yet. I'll ask someone to come up and ask clearly. Why did you suddenly die when you were so good at life?"
Looking at the woman in front of her, Po Meng felt both painful and happy.
The painful thing is that I have just solved Wu Xin's matter, but I haven't figured it out yet when I returned to Wangchuan.
Now it's good, Yueying, who has been missing for a long time, is going to cross the bridge and be reincarnated.
Happily, my incarnation as Po Meng actually recognized Yueying on the Wangchuan Bridge. Since I haven't crossed the bridge yet, there may be a chance.
In her opinion, everything was still too late.
When the two of them were holding their heads and crying, they saw a breeze blowing on the bridge. Before Yueying could scream, Po Meng had already covered her mouth.
Then he looked at the visitor and smiled bitterly: "Drink first? Or should we talk about business first?"
King Qin Guang, who was dressed in black robes, glared at her and asked: "Why did you become Po Meng? Where is she?... You already owe me a favor, so hurry up and pour the wine."
Hearing this, Po Meng quickly pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down. Then she took a jar of spiritual wine and poured it out for him.
Then he pointed to Yueying on the side and said leisurely: "This is my sister Yueying... We haven't seen each other in heaven and earth for countless years, but I didn't expect to meet here today..."
King Qin Guang thought for a while, looked at her and asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"
Po Meng sighed softly and asked: "Can I avoid reincarnation?... I will stay here for a few years and give you a jar of spiritual wine every year. How about it?"
King Qin Guang ignored her, but took a sip of spiritual wine from the bowl in front of him, and then haha
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Laughed loudly.
"You are trying to bribe me. How can you buy the Tenth King of Hell with a jar of spiritual wine?"
King Qin Guang's eyes were wide open with anger, and Yueying was so frightened that she hid behind Po Meng, her whole body trembling.
Po Meng became a little angry when she saw him. She looked at him and replied with curled lips: "There are countless living beings in the six realms of reincarnation every day. Can you guarantee that there are no unjust deaths among them?"
Looking at King Qin Guang who was drinking silently with his head down, Meng Po couldn't help but said: "If a jar of wine is not enough, then I will use a jar of wine. In the next few years, I will brew you a jar of spiritual wine every year."
King Qin Guang was laughed at by him, and after thinking for a while he replied: "Even if something unjust happens, it is God's business. We only care about the people below, not the people above."
When Po Meng heard this, she squinted her eyes and said, "It just so happens that my sister hasn't drank this bowl of soup yet. How about you think of a way to let her go to the village with me..."
King Qin Guang laughed when he heard this: "You won't invite me to drink and eat meat in the middle of the night, right?"
When Po Meng heard that there was something going on, she quickly replied: "What's the problem? Come over tomorrow at noon or Youshi, and I'll have a whole pot of meat waiting for you."
King Qin Guang seemed to have expected that Meng Po would do this.
He didn't speak at the moment, but a golden light flashed in front of him, and a thick book of life and death appeared in his hand.
Looking at Yueying behind Po Meng, he asked: "Where is the little girl from? How old is she today? Why did she die..."
When Po Meng heard this, she couldn't help but reply: "Sister Yueying, a member of the Yuezhi Dynasty in the southern border of the Five Domains. Later, my husband and I went to the foot of Mount Xumi...Sister, how old are you this year?"
Po Meng knew all about Yueying's life experience, but she didn't know how old Yueying was now?
Because of the changes in heaven and earth, he had long been lost in his own time.
When Yueying saw that Po Meng had a clear understanding of her life experience, she was finally sure that the Po Meng in front of her must be her closest relative.
Meng Po revealed half her head from behind, looked at King Qin Guang and replied: "The little girl lived in the Five Realms Dynasty for fifteen years and then lived near Tianluo City..."
King Qin Guang didn't wait for Yueying to finish speaking, then looked at Po Meng with a strange smile.
He looked at her and said, "Are you sure you want to owe me another favor? Send me a jar of spiritual wine every year?"
When Po Meng heard this, she laughed and said, "If you have a lot of debts, you don't have to worry about it. If you have a long life, you will have to repay the debts."
King Qin Guang burst out laughing when he heard this, looked at the two of them and said, "With this deal, I can't wait for when you plan to give me your first tank of spiritual wine."
When Po Meng heard this, she couldn't help but glare at him.
He replied calmly: "It will be brewed after spring. It has to wait until the summer solstice. Why are you in a hurry?"
Yueying sighed heavily when she saw that the King of Hell in black robe was no longer angry.
The King of Hell got angry, which was something she couldn't bear.
Although she still didn't know the relationship between Po Meng in front of her and herself, she finally felt relieved.
It seems that I don’t have to drink that bowl of soup and enter reincarnation again.
Po Meng thought for a moment and pushed most of the jars of spirit wine left on the table in front of King Qin Guang.
He said softly: "In this case, please be kind and ask my sister to go home with me... It's getting late."
King Qin Guang put away the wine jar in front of him with a big wave of his hand, and praised repeatedly: "Wine is only for heaven. It is rare to drink it in the underworld. I will come again tomorrow at the time of You to trouble you."
After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.
When Po Meng saw it, she became anxious. She pulled his sleeve and said, "I said you are being unreasonable. My sister hasn't crossed the bridge yet?"
After saying that, he pointed at the Wangchuan Bridge behind him and shouted.
King Qin Guang smiled strangely and said, "How do you know if she can cross the bridge if you don't let her try?"
Mrs. Meng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed in anger: "I said, are you obviously trying to trick me?"
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