The daily life of Dali Siqing

Those four words made the complexions of the three middle-aged men change drastically in the middle of the night.

When the name of Xuehe Scripture was spit out from Mr. Wei's mouth, Ciyuan's complexion changed drastically.

This name shouldn't come out of the mouth of Mr. Wei's age.

"Why, haven't the three masters heard of it?"

Master Ciyuan, as the abbot, managed his expression very well, and the shock was only fleeting.

"The almsgiver is joking. My Ksitigarbha Dharma has classics such as "Mahayana Daji Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra", "Accounting on the Retribution of Good and Evil Karma", "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra", but I have never heard of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra. The Blood River Scripture."

The Blood River is one vein, and the magic power is overwhelming.

Back then, the Blood River Sect was completely wiped out by gathering the power of Buddhism and Taoism.

Now being mentioned suddenly, like ptsd, it immediately aroused the deepest fear in Master Ciyuan's heart.

At that time, Master Ciyuan was just a young novice monk, and he still didn't know what the Blood River Rebellion was. He only remembered that the master at that time took the six uncles with the highest martial arts in the sect and a large number of elite disciples to participate in the extermination of the Blood River Sect. battle.

But in the end, only one uncle and three brothers returned with the remains of the master and uncle.

Two of the senior brothers were seriously injured, and their lifespan was short, and they passed away shortly after returning to the temple.

The other brother was the least injured, with his right arm cut off.

The uncle with the highest martial arts, his internal injuries could no longer be healed, and finally, after ten years of presiding over the overall situation of Dajue Temple, he went mad and died.

Although he did not witness the tragedy of the war with his own eyes, Ci Yuan could imagine it.

The three senior brothers who returned at that time also brought back half of the broken scriptures.
Young Master Wei's "Blood River Sutra" today reminded Ciyuan of the fearful memories of that day.

"Master Ciyuan, as the abbot of Dajue Temple, why is his martial arts not in the realm of Tongmai?!"

"Amitabha, what I practice is Buddhism, not martial arts!" Master Ciyuan said with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with the appearance of an outsider.

"The so-called Martial Arts is nothing more than the art of protecting the Dharma, little Daoer!"

When Mr. Wei heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger, "Martial arts are small arts, but martial arts can prolong life, cleanse the essence and cut the marrow, and make people healthy and long. Master doesn't want it?!"

"Amitabha, although my cultivation level is superficial, I have long been indifferent to the difference between life and death. If I have Buddhahood in my lifetime and can see the World Honored One when I pass away, my soul will be immortal and I will be happy in the Western Paradise."

Ci Yuan looked at Young Master Wei and couldn't help shaking his head, how could young people nowadays have such shallow knowledge.

Young Master Wei couldn't help feeling amused when he looked at Master Ciyuan, who was explaining Buddhist principles in detail and being indifferent to life and death. He had seen a lot of people like him.

How many heroes and masters in the rivers and lakes, all of them are righteous and righteous, open their mouths about benevolence and morality, and shut their mouths about morality and benevolence. !

But when they really encountered a small temptation, they couldn't resist it.

I don't know how many people fell in front of the secret method of the Blood River Sect. The secret method of the Blood River can help people strengthen their muscles and bones, improve their aptitude, and make great progress in martial arts. Few people in the martial arts world can resist such a temptation.

"Master Ciyuan doesn't know that there are secret cultivation techniques passed down from ancient times in the Blood River Sutra, which can help people with mediocre aptitudes become excellent, and even break through the Dongxuan Realm in a short period of time."

When Mr. Wei said this, he kept observing Ciyuan, and the hands of this virtuous and eminent monk couldn't help but tremble.

"Based on the master's knowledge of Buddhism, if he can prolong his life for thirty years, he will definitely be able to leave behind the Buddhist scriptures."

"Amitabha, why did the almsgiver use such childish words to shake the old monk's heart?! The mere life and death are not in the eyes of us who practice Buddhism. Besides, if the Blood River Sutra is really such a supreme secret method, then How could it be destroyed by the joint efforts of Buddhism and Taoism, and how could the Blood River Sect be called an evil sect?!"

Ci Yuan is not a fool, so he can see through what Young Master Wei said.

Young Master Wei shook his head, "This is nothing more than a conspiracy by a small group of people. Once the secret technique of the Blood River Sect spreads, they will no longer be able to stand tall."

"Master, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but are all living beings really equal?!" Mr. Wei asked, looking at Ciyuan's slightly cloudy eyes.

"Amitabha!" Ciyuan just recited the Buddha's name silently, not because he couldn't refute it, but because his mind was confused.

When you are upset, how can you argue? !

"Of course it's unequal!" Mr. Wei said, "Some people are born with extraordinary talents and have a photographic memory, such as Li Taibai, Mo Guanlan, Yang Qingyuan, Zhuang Xiaomeng, Liu Wangshu, Ye Jianhan...these people are naturally good at martial arts. Dao, is it fair to be able to reach the Cave Profound Realm or even the Fatian Phenomenon Realm at such a young age?!"

Not only Abbot Ciyuan, but Cijing and Ci'an at the side were also listening to Mr. Wei's words.

Don't tell me, he is really a bit unreasonable.

"And the Blood River Sect is here to eliminate this unfairness!!"

Faced with Mr. Wei's bewitching words, Ci Yuan angrily reprimanded, "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

"Master, don't believe me, those high-ranking schools, martial arts masters, and aristocratic families, which one has not been accumulated for thousands of years?!"

"Wudang is not!" Master Ci'an is an honest person. He noticed the loopholes in Mr. Wei's words, so he brought it up, "It has been less than 50 years since Zhang Zhenren founded the Wudang school."

Then Mr. Wei seemed to have swallowed a hot pepper, "I..."

"you……"

"Wudang..."

For a moment, Mr. Wei didn't know how to speak, and even the old monk Ciyuan's eyes became clearer.

The scene was very embarrassing!
I am asking this question? !I said that I kill people without blinking an eye, and you ask me if my eyes are dry. Is this a matter of whether the eyes are dry or not? !

After being interrupted, Mr. Wei took ten breaths to get back to the state just now.

"The existence of the Blood River Sect has made these all floating clouds. Any qualifications, backgrounds, and accumulations are all fake! Before the Blood River Scripture, all living beings were equal!"

Looking at it, the three of them were a little shocked, they didn't expect Young Master Wei to say such high-sounding words.

"Heretics!"

"Bewitching!"

……

The three monks were not fools, so naturally they would not believe in Young Master Wei's Blood River Sect.

Facing the angry reprimand of the three monks, instead of being annoyed, Mr. Wei smiled slightly, which became more and more interesting!

Just as Cijing and Ci'an were scolding angrily, Mr. Wei moved!

The two of them just felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a blood-colored figure was in front of them.

Ci'an reacted first, and then pushed out a palm towards the attacking blood shadow.

The secret of Dajue Temple, ten-turning wheel palms!

This ten-turning wheel palm is the supreme Buddhist martial arts enlightened from the "Mahayana Daji Ksitigarbha Ten-wheel Sutra" by the ancestor of Dajue Temple.

Between the moves, there seems to be the meaning of reincarnation, with infinite power and endless palm power. It is the first-class palm technique in the world.

This palm technique not only values ​​the root of the practitioner, but also attaches great importance to the Buddha's relationship, and few people can practice it.

Once it is practiced, it will go straight to the realm of the cave, that's why the former Ci Jing valued the big thief Wang Daguang so much.

Ci Jing believes that a person's character can be cultivated by Buddhism, and even the most treacherous and evil people will abandon evil and promote good under Buddhism.

But it is really hard to find a person like Wang Daguang who is rooted in Buddhism, so he will not hesitate to turn against the Diancang Shaolin family to save Wang Daguang.

"Amitabha!"

After Ci'an's move, Cijing also brushed her palm away.

It's the same ten-turning wheel palm, but the two people's performances are completely different.

The phase is born from the mind, and the law is also born from the mind.

The different ten-wheel palms of the two are the manifestation of their personalities.

Two palms, one virtual and one real, attacked the blood shadow.

The palm force clearly hit the blood shadow, but there seemed to be no change. The two monks continued to strike, and the surging palm force was so powerful that they even knocked out the blood shadow!
Ci'an and Cijing looked at each other, "He wants to run away?!"

"Chase!"

While the figures of the two monks were changing, they chased out of the meditation room.

For a moment, the outside world was full of the sound of the three fighting, the palms were bombarded, and the ground even shook slightly!
In the purple sand cup in front of Master Ciyuan, the tea kept rippling, just like Ciyuan's mood at the moment.

For a moment, there was no movement outside the meditation room.

Ci Yuan stood up tremblingly, wanting to go out to see if Ci Jing and Ci An had subdued this young master Wei.

Before he could get up completely, Young Master Wei dragged Ci Jing and Ci An into the Zen room, like dragging two dead dogs.

"Buddhist martial arts are so-so!" Mr. Wei said, dusting off the dust that didn't exist on his body.

The two masters of Dongxuan from Dajue Temple teamed up and didn't last a stick of incense in front of Mr. Wei, which made Ciyuan unbelievable.

In the eyes of Abbot Ciyuan, Ci'an and Cijing are the top masters in the world, even close to the body of a half-immortal, with the vitality of heaven and earth attached to their martial arts, and their power is enormous.

This is a cultivation level that Ci Yuan dare not imagine.

But now these two juniors are like two dead dogs in Mr. Wei's hands.

Ci Jing, who was slightly weaker in martial arts, now had a face like gold paper, unconscious, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Ci'an's martial arts are slightly higher, and his cultivation base is deeper, and he can still stay awake, but because of serious internal injuries, he can't move.

Just like that, two monks at the Dongxuan Realm were thrown in front of Ci Yuan.

Ciyuan couldn't express that shocking feeling with words.

"Master Ciyuan, now the two noisy grasshoppers have shut up, we can have a good talk!"

Although Ciyuan felt panic in her heart, she still relied on her strong Buddhist practice and didn't show it.

Of course, this is what he thought, Mr. Wei is so cultivated and so sensitive to changes in the human body. He only needs to feel it slightly, and he can find that Ciyuan's body is trembling slightly. The robe is covered, making it difficult to find.

"I have nothing to talk about with you, a demon heretic!"

Faced with Ciyuan's strong reprimand, Mr. Wei was not dissatisfied in the slightest, "Actually, you are very similar to my patriarch, Master Ciyuan, I also have a simple understanding of you. Master, you have a very high talent in Buddhism, But the root bones are like rusty bones and rotten copper, and there is no way to practice martial arts. Even with great perseverance and the secret method of Buddhism, it is only a state of opening the veins.

What a pity! "

This point is not that Mr. Wei is making nonsense, but it is indeed a fact. Ciyuan's perseverance, comprehension, and wisdom are all top-notch in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to subdue Cijing and Ci'an, two monks in the Profound Realm, to open their veins. He became the abbot of Dajue Temple and took charge of a temple.

"This seat also cherishes the master's talent, so I am willing to give the master two choices. First, the master will hand over the fragments of the Blood River Scripture and cooperate with me. I am willing to pass down the supreme secret method of the blood river." , can allow the master to break through to the realm of Yuanhua in a short period of time, in front of the Dongxuan Gate. Given time, the Dongxuan Realm and even Fatianxiangdi will not be a problem."

Facing Mr. Wei's words, Ciyuan didn't seem to hear him, she bowed her head and chanted, ignoring him at all.

"Secondly, please ask the master to pass away with your two younger brothers. Oh, by the way, if the master chooses the second path, it will not only be the three of you, but all the monks and monks in this Dajue Temple, and even the pilgrims staying overnight. , the monks who placed the order will be killed by this seat."

"Master, please think carefully about it!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Wei didn't continue talking, but poured tea on his own.

He believed that Ciyuan would make a wise choice.

The meditation room fell into silence again, and Ciyuan seemed to be making a difficult choice.

"If I hand over the Blood River Scripture, will you really let the innocent people in the temple go?!" Right after Young Master Wei drank the fifth cup of tea, Ciyuan spoke.

Every word he uttered seemed to take all the strength of his whole body.

"Of course, my seat, keep what you say, and never break your word!"

"..."

"Okay!" Ciyuan got up slowly, and walked slowly to a jade statue of Ksitigarbha in the meditation room.

Then Ciyuan lifted the Ksitigarbha Jade Statue, and then took out a uniquely shaped key from its base, and then Ciyuan turned and walked towards a clean bottle enshrined at the side.

This clean bottle is in the shape of a suet jade bottle of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, but I don't know why it is enshrined alone.

Ciyuan raised the jade bottle and pressed it lightly on the side, a keyhole was exposed at the bottom. Ciyuan inserted the key and turned it slowly, and then poured out a small scroll from the mouth of the bottle.

"This is what the layman wants!"

As he spoke, Ciyuan threw the scroll at Young Master Wei.

Mr. Wei just made a light move, and the small scroll landed firmly in his hand.

Unfolding slowly, Mr. Wei, who has always been calm, is also excited with the naked eye. This is the last seven pages of the lost Blood River Scripture. The latest experiment record.

And the object of the experiment is a human being, a living human being.

The old ancestor is already researching the use of human blood to improve skills and prolong life.

Blood is the source of life and the essence of the human body. If the functions of the essence of human blood can be fully exploited, the Blood River Sect will definitely rise to a higher level.

However, the ancestor of Xuehe was wiped out by Buddhism and Taoism before he could realize it in time!
Otherwise, with the wisdom of this biotech genius, maybe he can really develop new magic secrets.

Just when Mr. Wei read the entire scroll and glanced at Monk Ciyuan, he discovered the clue.

The cleanliness of the Buddha statue is reasonable, after all, there are believers wiping it, but this scroll has no dust at all, and it looks like it was occasionally flipped through, which is very unscientific...

A smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Wei's mouth. Sure enough, people are afraid of death. At least when they have a choice, most people will choose to live.

Master Ciyuan, we are the ones on the same path!