Yang Ji looked at the palm-sized little boy in his hand. Before, this guy was an ugly guy with a ferocious ghost head on his mushroom cap.
Now that its ugly form has faded away and is shrouded in the light of Buddha, it actually looks so sacred.
Yang Ji looked at the words [Buddhist Sutra] above its head, and while he was pondering, he said to everyone: "You go first and wait for me outside the secret room."
"Okay, Lord." The white-haired old man and others understood, helped him and walked out.
The well-dressed girl glanced at the child transformed into a demon, then at Yang Ji, and followed him out.
Yang Ji glanced at the word "Cunning" above Mo Gu's head and said, "Stop pretending to be an eminent monk. Let me ask you, where did the Buddhist scriptures you practice come from?"
"What Buddhist scriptures? I don't know what the donor is talking about." Mogu's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm, clasping his palms together, "This is just my original form. I am not Mogu, but was born bathed in the light of Buddha. The holy orphan."
A holy orphan born bathing in Buddha's light?
It seemed as if it wasn't lying, because Yang Ji didn't notice anything strange.
At this moment, staring at the [Buddhist Scripture] above its head, he naturally became interested.
However, Gold Finger can only see the information display of the current status of things, and cannot predict the future or the past, or read the characters' memories.
If you see the Buddha's light, it is the sacredness shown by the devil casting Buddhist scriptures in the dark, so [Buddhist scriptures] will be displayed.
But I can't see the specific scriptures of the Buddhist scriptures.
For example, by looking at a person, the Lord of Baxuan City, you can see his current strength status.
When the eight city lords merged into one, they changed into Emperor Xuanzhen. At this time, the status changed, and the information naturally changed again, so it would show [different hearts and one body, eight sides exquisite].
For example, insight into a character's inner activities is a display of information obtained through changes in other people's expressions and eyes.
However, this kind of display can be so subtle that it can be accurately read if the other party has a slight mood swing.
Of course, you can only see what others are thinking now, but you cannot see what they are thinking in the future.
But that's enough.
People in the world are all ordinary people, and it is impossible to completely eliminate the seven emotions and six desires. Even the Buddha cannot do it.
Therefore, as long as Yang Ji looked at him, he could obtain his inner thoughts through the slightest changes in his expression.
In the final analysis, Golden Finger can only see the basic attributes and current displayed state of things, and cannot explore in depth.
If you see a sacred medicine, you can only know its year, function and name. As for the source, you cannot know the secret place from which it was picked.
Goldfinger does not have the power of cause and effect.
The only thing that can be predicted is the weather forecast, which can be accurate to an hour later.
If Yang Ji wanted to obtain the Buddhist scriptures practiced by Mo Gu at this moment, he would not be able to tell by just looking at the Buddha's light, unless it wrote the scriptures.
Seeing Yang Ji's sudden silence, the seemingly calm Mo Gu was actually very worried inside. Its small eyes glanced at Yang Ji from time to time, fearing that he would suddenly become angry.
Yang Ji glanced at it, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "Since you don't know Buddhist scriptures, it seems that you have no greater value. You can only make medicine. It doesn't matter whether you are a yin little holy medicine or a yang little holy medicine, as long as you It's a small holy elixir, and I have a hundred ways to refine it into a pill that can improve your cultivation."
"Donor, do you want to use me to make elixirs?" Mogu spit out Buddha's light, clasped his hands together, and asked softly.
"Your little holy elixir contains Buddha's light, and its efficacy is bound to be extraordinary. Alchemy is the best choice. This is your destination, and it can reflect your full value. This is what every living being wants to see, and I believe you don't want it either. Exception, right?" Yang Ji looked at Mo Gu and said.
The demon's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "In ancient times, there were Buddhas who cut meat to feed eagles, and now the saints sacrifice themselves. It doesn't matter whether it lights the fire of hope or helps others. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? This is my Buddhist principle. .”
Looking at the solitary demon with a calm expression but a lot of panic inside, Yang Ji felt amused, let's see how long you can pretend.
He nodded appreciatively and said, "It's worthy of being bathed in the Buddha's light."
The spiritual creature who was born really understands Buddhist principles. I hope that after reincarnation, you will become a real boy who sat down with the Bodhisattva. Then you can go on your way with peace of mind. "
"The ancients used to burn incense and bathe for divination. I will devote myself to praying to my Buddha, so that I can move the gods in the next life. Can the donor allow the child to pray for a moment?" Mogu looked as usual and said with a slight smile.
The devil is so calm and calm, facing life and death so freely and calmly, he really looks like an enlightened Buddha.
Even Yang Ji was stunned for a moment. If he hadn't had a golden finger that could penetrate Mo Gu's thoughts, he would have been fooled by his profound appearance.
Mo Gu had a slight smile on his face, but when he was stared at by Yang Ji's smiling eyes, he felt a little chill in his heart, and there was a hint of fear deep in his eyes.
It always feels that the person in front of it is too weird, as if it can see through it and make it hairy.
"Does the donor allow it?" Mogu spoke softly again, his voice was crisp, round, gentle and delicate.
Yang Ji smiled and nodded. He wanted to see what tricks it was playing, so he relaxed and placed it on the ground.
Mogu sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding a hint of cunning well.
Soon, dozens of breaths passed, and Yang Ji said calmly: "Okay, the prayer is over, it's time to hit the road."
He reached out to grab it, but what he picked up was Mo Gu's old slough. The Mo Gu hidden inside actually used the golden cicada to escape from its shell.
It turned out that the moment Yang Ji raised his hand with the old slough, his arm just covered the ground, creating a blind spot in the perspective. It took advantage of this gap and moved very fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached the entrance of the passage and was thrown down in the air. A curse word.
"Your uncle, you are just starting out. Do you really think I'm a fool? I made elixirs for you in vain? The Buddha fed the eagle, but the eagle became my Buddha's mount. I made elixirs for you, but I didn't get any benefits, and I got a ride in vain. Life, bah!"
"You are a devil who kills living beings. Buddha will punish you. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and punishes evildoers."
Yang Ji was stunned for a while while holding onto Mo Gu Jiu Shei. Hearing the fragrant words coming from it, his face couldn't help but twitch.
"You think you can escape like this? What a fantasy." Yang Ji chuckled, and the sword domain was released. Everything that his consciousness passed was the sword domain.
Not long after, I saw the solitary demon running back in a hurry.
It was so anxious that its legs twisted into knots, like a trapped rat, running back and forth, trying to break through from one side.
But the sword domain was tightened, and the sword energy was pressing, constantly compressing its range of activities, leaving it unable to do anything.
Finally, because it was afraid of being hurt by the sword energy, it obediently ran back to Yang Ji's feet.
"Young man, you were so crazy just now! Can you try to scold me again?"
Yang Ji twisted its ears and lifted it up.
"My lord, please spare my life. You have great powers. I, no, I, no, I don't dare to escape anymore."
When his ears were pinched, Mo Gu was shocked and suddenly began to wail bitterly.
"Huh, I'll use you to make an elixir now." Yang Ji ignored its pity and released the spiritual fire as soon as he spread his palms.
"Ah! No, Lord, you cannot harm a young child like this..."
"Ah! Devil, you are a devil!" As the spiritual fire in Yang Ji's palm came closer, Mo Gu burst into tears, extremely miserable.
"You are a devil, cut off my creation, kill me, and let me sink. The Buddha will definitely punish you. I thought that this holy saint was alone with a supreme Buddhist sutra, but I didn't expect that he had been tortured before he became a Buddha. I am unwilling, unwilling. !」
Mogu cried out.
"Supreme Buddhist scripture!" Yang Ji grabbed it in front of his eyes, and his eyes shot out divine light, which was captivating.
Two divine lights enveloped the demon, and its heart suddenly trembled.
Yang Ji said fiercely: "Tell me the Buddhist scriptures you practice, and maybe I will spare your life."
"The devil, he is really a devil! Before he died, he would squeeze me a lot before he would give up. Since it was all about death, why should I lose my moral integrity and beg for mercy from him?" Thinking like this in his heart, the devil showed a tragic expression. look.
"Hey, little devil, how about we make a deal?"
Yang Ji suddenly said.
Seeing that it regarded death as if it were home and remained silent, Yang Ji continued to seduce:
"Oh, what a pity. It would be such a pity if one of the supreme Buddhist scriptures was refined into elixirs, cut off from the path of spiritual practice, and reduced to food for others. What a pity! God is jealous of such talented people!"
"It's a pity for you, uncle! It's a pity for you, uncle! You want to eat me, but you also want to use my Buddhist scriptures, and you still pretend to pity me. You can't be bullied, you can't be humiliated, and you have a bottom line." Mo Gu was filled with grief and anger, and he cursed endlessly.
"Since you regard death as home, then I will help you." Yang Ji snorted, and the spiritual fire in his palm suddenly rolled towards the demon. After only three breaths, it screamed in pain, "Ah, Lord, don't kill me. , I am willing to speak Buddhist scriptures.”
"I thought you were so tough, but it turns out you are fierce in appearance and soft in heart." When Yang Ji heard this, he flicked its forehead, removed the spiritual fire, and said calmly, "Say it."
"Honored Lord, the deal you just mentioned..." Mo Gu asked weakly.
"You only have one chance, and you didn't seize it. You are not qualified to propose a deal now. If you tell me the Buddhist scriptures, I might consider sparing your life. If you don't tell me, I will die. It's your choice." Yang Ji glanced at it and said.
"I said, I said." Mo Gu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he immediately nodded obediently, "Lord, listen carefully, Xiao Gu is about to recite a shocking Sutra of Sutra, so please listen carefully. "
"Well, tell me!" Yang Ji nodded and listened attentively.
But after more than ten breaths passed, Mo Gu's face turned red from holding back, as if he was constipated, and he barely uttered a single word.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Yang Ji stared at it.
"I...I can't recite it. Whenever I try to recite it, the Buddhist scriptures will be blurred and hidden in the depths of my memory." Mo Gu said depressedly.
"Can't you recite it?" Yang Ji looked slightly condensed and said, "The Dharma is not transmitted to the six ears. It seems that you have indeed practiced a Buddhist scripture that involves the Tao. This is the Buddhist scriptures protecting yourself."
"See if you can write it down?"
Yang Ji immediately paid attention and realized that there might really be a supreme Buddhist scripture in his hand. The Buddhist scripture that could protect himself was already psychic. This level of Buddhist scripture was higher than the Tao-level skills and techniques he had practiced. high.
"Let me give it a try." In this situation, Mo Gu was also slightly surprised, and he was currently trying to see if he could write it.
Mo Gu was drawing dots in the void with his hands, trying to write out the Buddhist scriptures in his mind.
Not long after, a mysterious tadpole text was imprinted into the void by the demon with great difficulty using his spiritual power.
The tadpole characters are extremely flexible, and as soon as they are formed, they are like living things, flickering in the void.
Accompanied by the Buddha's light, the sight of it makes people calm and calm. The surrounding atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze, as if there is a ethereal Zen singing.
"It is indeed a supreme scripture, keep writing!"
Yang Ji was instantly moved. Just by outlining the lines of the scriptures, the fonts seemed to come alive. This was a manifestation of the principles of heaven and earth and the great ways of heaven and earth.
This is definitely a supreme Tao-level technique.
Tao-level exercises are also divided into levels. Ordinary lower-level Tao-level exercises can only be used by people to cultivate to the realm of refining the void, medium-level Tao-level exercises can only be used by people to cultivate to the realm of integration, and upper-level Tao-level exercises can only be used by people to cultivate to the realm of fusion. Cultivation to the Mahayana realm.
As for the supreme Tao-level exercises, although they can only allow people to practice to the Mahayana realm, the principles and Tao methods contained in them are more profound and mysterious than the higher-level Tao methods, and they can allow people to touch more "Tao". ”.
There is a sequence of hearing the Tao, and those who master it come first. The more Tao you can comprehend, the stronger you will be.
The stronger you are and the more you survive nine thunder tribulations, the greater your chances of ascending to the immortal world.
This was half a passport to immortality, and Yang Ji's eyes were blazing at the moment.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't want it.
After all, the True Strength Divine Technique he is currently practicing is only an upper-level Dao-level technique, but it is a big difference.
Moreover, this level is the level of "Tao", not the level of "quantity" of spiritual power like low-level exercises.
The gap is so huge that even the waters of the four seas cannot measure it.
Yang Ji is really good
He was so envious that a little devil's fortune was actually greater than his own. It was really unreasonable.
After looking at the tadpole text, his heart was burning, and he immediately said: "You continue to write."
Mo Gu nodded and wrote the next tadpole essay with difficulty again.
As soon as this tadpole Wenfu appeared, the magic light suddenly became strong, and the roars, wails, and miserable sounds were endless, as if one was in hell.
"This?" Yang Ji's expression changed slightly. The atmosphere presented by these two tadpole essays was completely different.
A Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the prosperous age is peaceful. A magic light was raging, like purgatory.
These two words are completely like two kinds of skills, one is the Buddhist way and the other is the demonic way.
The two tadpoles collided with each other, and a circle of Buddha's light and a circle of demonic light emerged. There was no contradiction or conflict, and it was very magical.
The words in Tadpole were difficult to understand and difficult to remember. Yang Ji tried to figure it out in his mind, but the sound of Buddha and the roar of demons rang out. The next moment, his soul seemed to explode.
Yang Ji broke into a cold sweat and quickly stopped to figure it out.
At this time, Mogu wrote another tadpole rune with great difficulty.
At this moment, three tadpole characters intertwined and collided in the air, forming a three-inch golden Buddha in an instant. The sound of the Buddha and the endless magic sound suddenly sounded in the secret room.
The three-inch Buddha had Buddha's light on one side and demonic light on the other. The Buddha's and demon's light spread around, and the space began to collapse, unable to bear its weight.
boom!
The sound of heaven resounded in the secret room, drums roared and thunder resounded, and the sounds of Zen and Buddha continued.
The three-inch golden Buddha suddenly collapsed the space, and the space within three feet cracked like a porcelain bottle.
Seeing this situation, Yang Ji quickly retreated.
The three-inch golden Buddha fell into nothingness and seemed to have lost its support. The golden Buddha spread out and turned into tadpole runes again.
The tadpole runes also evolved accordingly, turning decay into magic, from complexity to simplicity, and turned into three simplified versions of the runes.
Those three runes are vaguely the "Buddha and Demon Sutra"!
"Buddha and Demon Sutra?"
Yang Ji's expression moved slightly. Although he had never heard of this technique, he did not doubt its power.
Generally, only disciples of Buddhism are qualified to practice this supreme level of Buddhist scriptures.
How could this devil exist?
He should not think that the city lord of Baxuan City happened to kill a Buddhist disciple and let the blood refining array refine the essence of his flesh and blood and the memory of his soul before being absorbed by Mo Gu.
You know, Fozi is a genius on the same level as Daozi. How can such a person be killed casually?
Besides, how can these scriptures be revealed casually? How can a small blood refining array be able to refine scriptures containing Buddhist principles?
Yang Ji didn't believe it.
This little devil actually carries a supreme Buddhist scripture. There must be something very fishy about it.
Yang Ji grabbed Mogu and held it in his hand. He couldn't calm down for a long time. This scripture was too powerful.
Written in the air, every word embodies Buddhist charm and possesses mysterious power that even space cannot carry.
Moreover, he was already psychic. He wanted to understand, but just three words gave him a splitting headache. Obviously, he was not allowed by the scriptures because he was not a predestined person.
Even if this level of scripture is forcibly incorporated into the mind, it will turn into a great avenue and disappear.
Coming from the Tao, entering the Tao, disappearing without leaving a trace.
Yang Ji knew that without the permission of the scriptures, he would not be able to practice even if he wrote it. Looking at the demon in his hand, he secretly sighed at its great creation, and then asked: "Where did you get this scripture?"
The demon looked at Yang Ji, hesitated, and then said: "I am an ordinary mushroom in the underground world, but it was born bathed in the magic light and grew up listening to Buddhist principles. Therefore, spirituality and wisdom were born, and it became a little holy medicine. .”
"After I was accidentally harvested by the Baxuan City Lord and others, I absorbed many soul fragments of monks. From this, I learned about human nature."
"Actually, this Buddhist scripture was given to me by a senior wearing black robes and with disheveled hair."
"I vaguely remember that the senior claimed to be a Buddha and a demon, and said that I had been with him for many years, so he gave me an opportunity."
"As soon as I pointed it out, Buddha's light emerged, and a tadpole rune appeared and disappeared in my mind, and I fell into a deep sleep."
"When I woke up, Senior Buddha and Demon had disappeared."
"That is to say, not long after that, I was picked up and taken away by Baxuan City Lord and others."
(Buddha and Demon appear, another super giant after Fu Dongliu.)
