Shi Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Gu Xu, who was standing on the stage.
"This guy... actually had an epiphany again..." She said silently in her heart.
For most monks in the world, "sudden enlightenment" is something that can only happen once or twice in a lifetime.
But this guy Gu Xu can not only have an epiphany every three days, but he can also enter the state of epiphany at any time and anywhere.
Shi Xiaohan still remembered that when the two of them were doing tasks together in Yishui County, Gu Xu would often stand there and meditate after killing a ghost. After a few minutes, he could draw a brand new talisman or seal, or It is an unexpected improvement to a certain spell.
Unexpectedly, he could actually gain some insights today in this highly anticipated arena.
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Seeing Gu Xu with his eyes closed and motionless on the stage, people on both sides of Luoshui were whispering in private, with expressions of confusion, surprise, or anticipation.
But Gu Xu was completely immersed in his own world, paying no attention to what was happening in the outside world or the opinions of others.
The "Wangxiang Terrace" in myths and legends is a place where ghosts in the underworld look back at their relatives in the human world; the "Wangxiang Terrace" on the path of spiritual practice is a place where monks look back on the mortal world.
The key lies in "turning back".
As we all know, spiritual practice is a transcendental path, a process of transforming from "human" to "superhuman" and "non-human". As the realm of monks improves, they need to absorb more and more evil spirits from heaven and earth, and they are always faced with the risk of being corroded and assimilated.
Therefore, people in the past chose to look for the feelings they had when they were mortals many years ago to stabilize their spirits and fight against the cold and cold nature of this world.
If you want to transcend, first look back.
Only by experiencing the world of mortals can we wash away all the beauty.
Perhaps consciously or unconsciously, Chen Jisheng devotes himself wholeheartedly to his busy work, Chu Fengge is obsessed with showing off his holiness in front of others, and Shangguan Jin is keen on dressing himself up to win the favor of others... As for Kongxuan Sanren, even more so I often play in the mortal world, even if I become a ghost, I am still thinking about beautiful women.
Today, Gu Xu finished several days of closed-door meditation and came to the bank of the crowded Luo River. Everything he saw, heard and felt turned into a new understanding and poured into his heart.
When he no longer suppresses his emotions, the lanterns of different shapes by the river will surprise him, the high-quality and cheap dishes in the restaurant will make him feel happy, and the hair accessories on the girls' heads and the gorgeous clothes on their bodies will make him feel happy. It will dazzle him, Shi Xiaohan's battle on the stage will make him feel nervous, defeating a strong enemy will make him feel comfortable, and the admiration and admiration of the audience in the audience will make him feel refreshed...
These emotions, like a bright light and a cane, dispelled the gloom in front of his eyes and made his pace become more steady while climbing "Homesick Ridge".
"I see."
Gu Xu smiled.
For a time, he locked himself in the room, thought hard, and searched, but he couldn't figure it out.
But in the end, when he walked out of the house and looked back at the world, he found that the answer was so simple.
In his conscious world, the fog on "Homesickness Ridge" seemed to be gradually fading away, and the resistance on the stairs seemed to be gradually disappearing.
He knew that if he continued to climb, he should be able to move quickly and unhindered.
But because he was on the stage where everyone was watching, he did not choose to continue climbing the stairs.
Instead, he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he was enlightened.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting." He looked at Monk Jingru in front of him and smiled politely.
"It doesn't matter." Jingru said calmly. He also took advantage of this period of time to recover his physical strength and true energy to a certain extent. In addition, he clearly noticed that Gu Xu's temperament now seemed a little different from just now.
The competition begins again.
Because he had seen Gu Xu's astonishingly powerful "Seven Burning Heaven Styles", Monk Jingru didn't hold back this time.
He began to recite incantations and cast another high-grade spell created by the founder of Lingshan Temple that was not passed down to outsiders - "Fengfeng Fire Lotus".
Since there are very few monks who master this spell, the spell also sounds a bit long and obscure, and most of the audience cannot understand what he is saying.
Only Qi Yan, who was standing by the railing, recognized the spell he cast.
"The apprentice that Master Jueming has taken on is even more powerful than I thought," he sighed secretly in his heart, "he can even learn such an incredible spell as 'Fengfeng Fire Lotus'."
While Monk Jingru was chanting the mantra, the air around him surged rapidly, and a majestic aura gradually gathered around him, like a flood that was about to burst, giving people a daunting feeling.
But Gu Xu's expression remained calm and calm.
He took out the "Jinghong Brush" again and waved it casually in the air, as if he were treating the whole world as a huge rice paper, and splashed ink on it wantonly.
"What is he doing?" Seeing Gu Xu's behavior, Shi Xiaohan felt a little confused.
"If nothing else, he should be using the 'Jinghong Brush' to compose poems," Qi Yan explained. "In other words, he is using the imagery of poetry and painting to create a brand new spell."
"Create a brand new spell..." Shi Xiaohan bit his lip gently and silently repeated this sentence in his mind.
She suddenly realized that Gu Xu had not only left her behind in terms of strength, but the gap between the two was getting wider and wider.
Following Gu Xu's movements, the tip of the "Jinghong Brush" emitted bright light, and then it was fixed in the night sky, looking gorgeous and dazzling.
These rays of light quickly condensed into the following writing:
"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.
"The moth is a golden thread in the snow and willows, and the laughter is filled with the dark fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, the man is there, in the dimly lit place." (1)
When Gu Xu wrote the last word, the "Jinghong Pen" suddenly shined brightly.
These shining words turned into colorful fireworks, crackling and blooming in the dark sky, reflecting the entire Luo River like daylight.
At the same time, Monk Jingru also finished reciting the lengthy incantation.
The water of the Luo River began to boil and bubble.
Hot air began to surge around.
A lotus flower composed of golden-orange beating flames rises from the water, exuding heart-stopping energy.
If the strong men from the Imperial Guard had not constructed a magic barrier around the ring in advance, the onlookers might have been engulfed by the terrifying high temperature.
"It turns out that this monk can also play with fire!" Gu Xu commented lightly in his heart.
Then he calmly pointed forward with his "Jinghong Pen".
(Change first and then change)
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Note:
(1) Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty;
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