Just as he entered the room, a layer of pure white restraint appeared in front of Liangchen, flicking his body back and pushing him directly out of the door.
But the next moment, when he was stunned, a soft golden light lit up in the Nascent Soul within his body, and the restriction seemed to sense something, and disappeared with a "pop" like a balloon.
"Hey!" Upon seeing this, Liangchen took another step forward. Without any white light blocking him, he finally appeared in the Scripture Pavilion.
The first thing that caught the eye was the slender red threads, one by one, spread throughout the room. There were about a hundred of them. The red threads hung from the beams, and at the end of them hung a small wooden sign as big as a palm.
The wooden sign was all red and shiny, as if it had been held tightly by countless people like the stair railing.
Liangchen looked around, then casually grabbed the wooden sign in front of him and held a wooden sign in his hand. The wooden sign only glowed slightly, letting his spirit soak in it.
Suddenly, a four-armed Buddha appeared in front of him and suddenly shouted:
"Prajna Mahamudra!"
The sound was like a loud bell, which frightened him so much that he almost threw the wooden sign away!
But after a while he calmed down and continued listening.
"In ancient times, demons were rampant, and the saints used the Buddha's light in their hands to turn thousands of feet of light into Mahamudra!
The magic seal is printed, and the magic seal is eliminated! The mighty heavenly dragon, the earthly venerable world treasure, the prajnaparamita. . . "
Following this majestic voice, the four-handed Buddha's hands were spinning like a Dharma treatise, and four golden handprints suddenly appeared in front of him!
The handprints are densely covered with scriptures and runes like flowers, and with the supreme Buddha's light, they suddenly fall towards Liangchen's head!
Liangchen's face turned pale and he hurriedly stepped back, not wanting his eyes to blur. When he looked in front of him, there were only hundreds of red-lined wooden signs swaying slightly.
"This wooden plaque actually contains the Buddha's sermons. It's really mysterious!"
"The power of the Prajna Mahamudra is astonishing, and it is also a very powerful means to fight against the enemy!" Liangchen thought of the scene of the four golden handprints falling from all directions, and felt a sense of awe in his heart.
"Look at the others."
While thinking about it, he reached out and grasped another wooden sign.
With the experience just now, Liangchen concentrated and held his breath in case there was another loud roar, but what surprised him was that not only was there no roar, but it was as quiet as Ning Ye.
Lying in front of him was a long-browed monk with Buddha's light. Next to the monk was an oil lamp. The light was weak and seemed to be extinguished at any moment.
"Randeng Heart Sutra!" A leisurely voice seemed to ring from the bottom of Liangchen's heart.
"In the era of great desolation, everything was desolate, the polar night enveloped the world, and the sky was not seen all year round. Monsters were raging in the world, and the world was in dire straits. A mage came from the east, walking around the world with an oil lamp in his hand. Although the light was weak, it was not extinguished by the wind, and the flame was small. , but the Buddha's light bloomed. The Master preached scriptures and preached, bringing hope to the world. Thousands of monsters wanted to extinguish the lamps. They went one after another, and the lamps ran out of oil and gradually became invincible. At the last moment, the Master lit the lamp with his body and released thousands of Buddha's lights. They perished together with the monsters, and everyone in the world Call it: Ran Deng Mage!"
"Although people have passed away, the Buddha's teachings will continue to flourish. This is the Burning Deng Heart Sutra!"
"Master Ran Deng said this: If you are light, the extreme night will not be dark; if you are fire, the winter will not be cold; if there is no blazing sun from now on, you and I can also be lamps!"
Every word is penetrating into my ears, and every sentence is like a drum, deafening and enlightening, and I am actually a little intoxicated by it.
After a long time, he was about to continue listening, but he felt dizzy and his eyes were filled with stars, and he immediately retracted as if letting go of the wooden sign.
"This Heart Sutra seems to be dedicated to the cultivation of Buddha nature, but I don't know if there is any attack technique later."
"Listening to the scriptures is so laborious, otherwise I should have known it after listening to it."
He thought about it, took a short rest, and grabbed another wooden sign again.
After taking possession of the wooden sign, a shocking roar sounded like thunder in Liangchen's ears!
"Roar--!"
Liangchen was immediately shocked and stood on the spot. Just as he was about to concentrate on escaping, another stronger sound wave appeared in his ears!
"Roar--!"
His somewhat groggy head, which had been filled with the Ran Deng Heart Sutra just now, suddenly went blank, and he fell straight to the ground!
I don’t know how long it took, but Liangchen finally woke up again and found himself lying on the floor of the Jing Pavilion.
The red sandalwood Buddha amulets above the head dangled in front of my eyes like wind chimes.
"What is going on? What secret technique is this wooden sign?" Thinking of the two thunderous roars just now, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed!
If the second wooden sign hadn't suddenly turned into a melodious sermon, making him forget the loss he suffered the first time, he would have been knocked unconscious by two roars without warning.
"If this spreads out and the two young monks know about it, wouldn't they be so ugly that they can't be ashamed of themselves?"
He stood up slowly, wanting to grab the jade tablet again to find out what was going on, but there was a hint of retreat in his heart. After a moment, he thought about it, pushed the door open and exited the Scripture Pavilion.
Returning to the room, he lit lamps and burned incense, performed the 12 weeks of kung fu, used the God Forging Technique repeatedly, and the Pearl of the Sea of Consciousness turned quietly. Two hours later, he pushed the door open again feeling refreshed.
As soon as he entered the Sutra Pavilion, he turned the Pearl of the Sea of Consciousness with all his strength, weaving layers of golden threads into a magical shield. He was still a little worried, and cast several magic spells on his body, and then reached out to hold the magic weapon again. A wooden sign.
"Roar!" Maybe he was on guard. The sound waves that suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness hit the golden shield and were much weaker in an instant. After breaking a few layers, they disappeared without a trace. Liangchen felt his ears buzzing. Noisy, but the soul is still as clear as before.
Just when he was secretly rejoicing, another roar sounded!
"Roar!!" This sound was actually a bit stronger than the previous one, as if the shield had been torn through several layers again, leaving a hole.
He quickly circulated the beads of divine thoughts and released golden threads to repair the shields.
"Roar!!!" The gap was not filled, and the third roar sounded again!
The sound waves hit the mind directly, breaking through several barriers and directly hitting the Pearl of Divine Sense!
He felt a roar in his mind, as if hundreds of big bells were ringing in his mind at the same time!
Such an abnormality made his face change in shock, and he hurriedly let go of his hand.
"Roar!!!!"
The fourth roar, wrapped in a majestic wave of sound, instantly submerged the pearl of the ocean of consciousness in the ocean!
Liangchen's face turned pale, and he fell to the ground with a thud!
