When Liao Chen heard this, he thought so.
As a disciple, he is simple-minded and only thinks about how to break through the situation, but he saves himself a lot of worries. At least for the time being, he doesn't have to face the ups and downs of the world.
"Go, it's a long winter, and you have nothing to do in the temple."
Liao Chen sighed and stopped persuading Watson to go down the mountain and return to the temple.
Watson looked at the long mountain road, couldn't help but take a breath, stepped heavily on the thick snow, and continued to the top of the mountain.
"You're a few days late!"
When Watson was knocking on the wooden board under the stone wall at the bottom of the abyss to build a shelter for himself, the voice of the little monk came from behind.
Watson turned around and couldn't help but stop when he saw the angry-looking young monk.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I almost died on the mountain road. If I weren't afraid that someone would continue to come and cause trouble, I would probably have to heal my injuries before coming down."
The little monk was startled when he heard this. He reached out and pinched Watson's penis, and began to explore quietly.
After a while, he frowned and said, "How could it be so seriously injured? Who did it?"
Watson shook his head: "A group of killers who were bribed by others. It is said that they are the same as the zombies on the second level. They are all in the Nascent Soul Realm. Do you think it is easy for me to be in the Golden Core Realm?"
"It's already a miracle that I can come back alive...Senior, do you have any healing elixir?"
Watson sighed: "In my current state, even if I come back, I can only make tea with you, chat, and learn swordsmanship. How can I dare to go in and fight those ghosts?"
After tidying up the clutter in front of him and working hard for two hours, Watson finally created a sheltered place for himself, where he could sleep peacefully.
He lit a small stove and boiled water while saying, "By the way, why did I suddenly break into the second floor that day? The zombies there are much harder to kill than those on the first floor."
"It was an accident, I didn't expect it."
The young monk shook his head, frowned and said, "Next, you can practice your swordsmanship here, wait until the injury is healed, and then go back. Solve the trouble on the first floor first."
Watson also knew that he had no choice at the moment, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Do you have an ancient magic pill for me?"
Before he finished speaking, the water was already boiling. He dropped the tea and washed the pot. When the fragrance of the tea spread, the young monk sighed.
He said leisurely: "I will give it to you, do you dare to eat it?"
When Watson heard this, he was immediately speechless because he felt the young monk's disdain and worry. At the moment, he doesn't even dare to break through. How can he dare to test the medicine with himself?
The only thing he can do is to improve his formless body and become more proficient in swordsmanship.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining: "Senior, the time here is different from that of Yunqi Temple. I stayed down there for only half a month, but up there it was almost three months."
"Because of the heavy snow and slippery roads, no one went up the mountain to see the Buddha. When I went down the mountain to the town, I only saw shopkeepers in shops and a group of killers who wanted to kill me..."
Having said this, he couldn't help but sigh again and said: "So, how can I see the appearance of human beings and living beings?"
The young monk looked at him and shook his head, and said softly: "Isn't the store owner a sign of all living beings? Aren't the killers in the world a sign of all living beings? Who said that only those who go up the mountain to see the Buddha are a sign of all living beings?"
When the young monk said this, his voice was very soft, like the morning bells and evening drums of Yunqi Temple, gently hitting Watson's head and heart.
Watson didn't have many opportunities with Buddha. In this life, he was only sent to Yunqi Temple by his parents to pray for Buddha because of his physical disability.
Because my understanding of Buddhism is not clear at all, I fell into an epiphany of Buddhism after listening to a few simple words from the young Laoshang.
Seeing Watson's daze, the young monk couldn't help but smile and said: "The sentient beings in the shop want to exchange their clothes and food for your elixir or gold coins."
"The killers on the mountain road want to exchange your life for more gold coins with their sponsors. The sentient beings who come up the mountain to see the Buddha want the Buddha to bless them with peace and prosperity, and then earn more gold coins..."
Having said this, the young monk sighed and said, "Think about it carefully, do these three different forms of sentient beings arrive at the same destination by different paths? Are they all coming or going for money?"
In the midst of his enlightenment, Watson nodded and murmured to himself: "Even a penny will stump the disciple. The disciple picked the elixir in the mountains and returned to the town at the foot of the mountain in exchange for gold coins..."
"Yes, that's the truth." The young monk looked at the spiritual tea in the cup and said quietly.
After sighing, Watson continued to murmur: "What about the money that the pilgrims who come up the mountain give to the Buddhas? Do you mean that the Bodhisattvas also want yellow and white things in the world?"
"Idiot...has your master become a Buddha? Have your senior brothers, brothers and elders become a Buddha?" the young monk asked.
"No." Watson shook his head and frowned.
The young monk looked at him and nodded without sadness or joy: "Since they have not yet become Buddhas, they cannot live without the fireworks of the world. Is it possible for your master to suck the wind and drink the dew?"
At this point, he held the flower with his hand and said softly: "I wish you could make a subtle sound and speak it truthfully... I hope you can find out my appearance, the appearance of people, and the appearance of all sentient beings as soon as possible."
After hearing this, Watson slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground without speaking.
The formless Dharmakaya has a solemn appearance, and a faint golden light spreads under the stone wall.
Seeing this, the young monk was filled with admiration and said with a faint smile: "It is good to eliminate doubts and generate faith. It is very good to be able to transcend the sect."
With a wave of his hand, a golden light merged into Watson's body.
For a time, golden light shone brightly on the stone flat, and bursts of Buddhist sutras began to be recited.
This time, Watson had an enlightenment at the bottom of the cliff for three days and three nights. Even though thick snow accumulated at the bottom of the valley, it did not affect his enlightenment at all.
After Watson renovated the stone flat at the bottom of the cliff, the young monk also fell in love with it.
I didn't know where I got a stone platform and two stone benches. When Watson had an epiphany, he could boil water and make tea and stare at the snowstorm in the sky.
It wasn't until three days later that Watson opened his eyes faintly and shouted: "I'm so hungry."
The startled little monk laughed and said, "I don't have the food to serve you. If you want to eat, do it yourself." After saying that, he reached out and pinched Watson's little hand.
After a while, he nodded and responded: "Tomorrow, you can try practicing sword practice with me. After five days, go and clean up the first floor for me."
Watson sighed and took out the pastries he brought back from the town below the mountain and placed them on the table.
He looked at the young monk and asked, "Senior, I use the Demon-Conquering Sword, what do you use?"
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When Watson began to stand in the snow with the little monk and began to practice the Demon-Conquering Sword, he realized what the sword was like.
Even a small branch in the little monk's hand was not something he could resist.
Watson felt the wind and snow in the sky, and when it was about to fall, he moved with the wind and slashed out with his sword. However, the Demon-Conquering Sword hit the ground heavily, and he was unable to slash out the snowflakes in the wind.
"You are too slow." The young monk said coldly: "These are just snowflakes in the snow. What if it were replaced by snowflakes in the storm? What if it were replaced by a sword that slashes the enemy out in the strong wind?"
Watson nodded. He thought of the flying sand and rocks in the storm in the canyon. At that time, he was using an iron sword, but he had to practice all over again with the Demon-Conquering Sword.
"The disciple has changed his heavy sword and naturally has to adapt to the weight all over again." Watson said loudly, even if he couldn't beat the young monk in front of him, he couldn't give up the opportunity to learn.
A branch flew directly over. The young monk didn't bother to pay attention to his words. He broke the branch in his hand and turned into a flying sword towards Watson.
Listening to the whistling wind, Watson felt a little desperate for a moment.
At such a speed, he couldn't cut it down with the Demon-Conquering Sword at the moment, but he didn't dare to stop, so he had to desperately use his sword to chase the wind.
With a sound of "Bang!", Watson was blown away by the force brought by the small branch. The little monk looked at him and said calmly: "With this speed, no wonder you can't beat the ghosts on the first floor."
Watson's eyes brightened a little, and he replied quietly: "I practiced the sword technique of subduing demons in the Icewind Valley behind Wentian Peak, but the iron sword was too light."
"You only know now?" The young monk looked at him and said calmly: "Let me see your fastest speed. What you are holding is not a mountain range, but a bamboo leaf. Do you understand?"
Watson nodded, then smiled bitterly and said: "The disciple's physical body is too weak, it seems that he can't do it now."
I saw the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand slashing out a sword energy and heading towards the nine heavens, like a bolt of lightning, but the speed was still not enough.
The little monk shook his head and said quietly: "This is far from enough!"
"Senior, what should I do, disciple?" Watson put away the Demon-Conquering Sword, looked at him and asked seriously.
"Either cut off the snow, or cut off the branches in my hand." The young monk sighed, pointed at the abyss and said, "Otherwise, even if you clear the first layer, you will die if you go down again."
"It's been replaced by a heavy sword, but it's also fast and indestructible?" Watson's body trembled slightly when he heard this. This matter was a little different from what he imagined. After all, he still had the physical power of Buddhism.
"Because you are not strong enough, because you cannot use the Demon-Conquering Sword to defeat every plant and tree in my hand."
The young monk said quietly: "When you reach a certain level of strength, you naturally don't have to think about the truth that can only be broken quickly. You can't do it now."
Watson was stunned for a moment, his high mood suddenly felt like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he bowed his head and was speechless for a moment.
"So, you need to be fast now, faster!"
The little monk pointed to the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky and said, "If you can't even cut off the falling snowflakes, how can you fight under the abyss?"
Watson looked up to the sky with a shocking roar, pointed his sword at the sky, and said quietly: "No matter what, I will learn the sword technique of subduing demons, and no one can stop me."
"Then, you start suffering now."
The little monk waved his hand and slashed at Watson with a sword. Watson took the demon-conquering sword and took a step forward. His body was like lightning, and he slashed out a sword to chase the wind.
Amidst the whirring sound, the branch in the young monk's hand flew past Watson's ear, and the sword energy wielded by Watson cut off a branch from a big tree behind the young monk.
"Come again!" Watson yelled unwillingly, holding the Demon Sword in his hand tighter.
"Crack!" After a sound, Watson flew backwards into the snow.
The young monk just slashed him several feet away with just a sword energy, breaking a branch as thick as a bowl, which made him grit his teeth and want to curse.
"Senior, you are unreasonable." Watson climbed up from the snow, looked at the little monk and shouted.
Shaking his head, the little monk looked at Watson and said calmly: "It's a joke, if you go under the abyss, will those zombies talk to you? If you are afraid of death, don't practice."
"Impossible. If I quit now, wouldn't I have suffered in vain?" Watson said loudly, with a determined and unquestionable look in his eyes.
Not to mention whether his sister would be in danger when she went to Kunlun, or whether she would be bullied, the attack on the mountain road alone made him understand a lot of truth.
Even if he sits in Yunqi Temple and does not come down from the mountain, there are still people who want to assassinate him.
Not to mention his parents who traveled around the world looking for elixirs for themselves. Watson's only choice was to continue to become stronger until no one dared to try against him.
"Yes, you are worthy of this Demon-Conquering Sword!" The young monk said seriously: "Next, you can practice your sword while fighting in the abyss."
The two looked at each other, and Watson quietly replied: "I want to try."
