Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 63
The strange man in white was infinitely arrogant.

What greeted him was a blue-red electric light as thick as a child's arm, pouring down.

The power of subduing demons from the hatchet continuously bombarded the strange man in white. Gradually, his body became thinner and thinner, and finally only a strange and unpredictable figure painting was left on the ground.

On the black drawing paper, there is a strange white-clothed man holding a paintbrush, his face is distorted crazily, and the eyeballs can still move, but that's all.

"This is a 'ghost painting'." A thought came to Shen Mo's mind. At the same time, he picked up the portrait and saw that the ink color on it was as new as before, and suddenly he had a sudden realization - "a fake".

Shen Mo rolled up the "ghost painting" and walked leisurely towards the Moha Temple.

At dusk, the location where the Maha Temple was originally located was overgrown with weeds.Suddenly, the Buddha's light flickered suddenly, and countless golden mist gushed out, but after a while, a bell rang, accompanied by the Buddha's chanting.

A solemn and solemn temple with yellow walls rose from the ground.

The gate of the temple opened without wind.

"You're here." The voice was delicate, but one could vaguely distinguish it was the voice of Tiejian Shenni.

Holding the hatchet, Shen Mo strolled into it, and soon arrived under the glazed pagoda, and smelled the fragrance of the Buddha worshiping incense from the three-legged incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

In the dark twilight, the top of the glazed pagoda suddenly emitted light, and a solemn female Bodhisattva appeared, her appearance was extremely beautiful, and the Buddha's voice rang naturally in the void around her.

But seeing her white and delicate skin, dazzling and embarrassing, it is easy to have the urge to crawl under her feet.

but!

Shen Mo couldn't help but see the old nun's withered and wrinkled face and his old bark-like skin in his mind.

"Senior Shenni?" Shen Mo couldn't believe it.

The female Bodhisattva at the top of the pagoda looked down at Shen Mo, giggling: "Fellow Daoist Shen, you can recognize me too."

She pointed to Shen Mo, and a cloud gathered like a lotus flower, beckoning him to come up.

Shen Mo didn't step on it, but got up out of thin air, and came to the female Bodhisattva, which was quite inconceivable. If he hadn't seen the true face of the female Bodhisattva before, it would be difficult for Shen Mo to connect her with the Tiejian Goddess.

Now, if you look closely, you can indeed find some traces of the appearance of the god nun with iron shoulders.

"Well, I didn't lie to you. When the poor nun was young, she was indeed a beauty." The female Bodhisattva smiled slightly, and then felt melancholy:
"Hey, only here, under the influence of Buddha's fragrance, can I have a moment of youthful beauty. After I go out, I will grow old in a snap of my fingers."

Shen Mo couldn't help being silent, although Ku Chan's magical skills are good, but there are other choices, not to mention gods and nuns, even he wouldn't fall in love with them.

Human desires are not satisfied.

When you can't live forever, as long as you can live forever, no matter what kind of monster you turn into, if you really become a monster with longevity, you will want other things.

Therefore, the desire of the longevity species is actually no less than that of ordinary people.

But what?

Without desire, life is a pool of stagnant water.

But don't let your desires drive you.

After the female Bodhisattva finished feeling, she said, "Where did you get that painting on your body?"

Shen Mo took it out and showed it to her, "Do you recognize the origin?"

Seeing the ghost painting, the female Bodhisattva said, "I recognize it, but it's a fake. If it's the real one, you might not be able to see me yet."

Shen Mo: "I know that there was a painter named Dan Qingzi in Jiangcheng 500 years ago, and it should have something to do with this ghost painting."

Female Bodhisattva: "Yes, that Dan Qingzi is the source of the ghost painting. It should look exactly like the person in the painting. It has been suppressed for hundreds of years. The ghost painting in your hand should be one of its incarnations." .With your current cultivation, you can refine it enough to store a few foreign objects.”

Shen Mo's heart moved, "Can this painting store items?"

The female Bodhisattva smiled: "Naturally, as long as you learn how to generate real fire from the Yuanling, burn it and sacrifice it, it will be mastered by you. And this painting has another magical function, that is, to communicate with its source, which can provoke You can release more terrifying demon power, but it is easy to release, but it is difficult to take it back. If you want to die with others, you can try it."

Shen Mo's face twitched, and so did the magic Buddha's seal. Cooperating with these demons and heretics is a path that hurts both sides.

But the ghost painting's ability to store items still caught Shen Mo's heart.

He said: "I just saw the record of the real fire of Yuanling from the annals of Jiangcheng Mansion. There was once a real Sun Zhenren who lived in seclusion near Jiangcheng. With this alchemy and medicine, it was very effective in helping the poor and the poor, so I wanted to come here. Ask seniors if you know the details."

The female Bodhisattva smiled: "After you practiced the gods, Daoist Brother Changqingzi has long passed away. It seems that you have not figured out some of the abilities that should be found in the cultivation of gods. I left the message at that time because I was thinking that if you have doubts about this , You can indeed come to ask me for advice. However, we practitioners come and go, and what I teach you now, if the Shuiyue Temple is unfortunately cut off in the future, you have to pass it on for me."

"This is the job of the younger generation." Shen Mo didn't mind keeping this promise.It is the attitude that practitioners should have.In the final analysis, I still hope that future generations can continue to walk on the road that I can't go on.

The female Bodhisattva nodded lightly, and showed a trace of disappointment: "You know that the Mahā Temple was originally the orthodox tradition of the Prajna Temple, and the Prajna Temple was the largest Buddhist sect more than 500 years ago. As a result, it was destroyed overnight. Up and down, no one escaped the catastrophe.

The reason why the orthodox tradition of Mahe Temple still exists is that there was once a novice monk in Banruo Temple, who learned the method of cultivation from Banruo Temple, and later rebelled against Buddhism and entered Taoism. In the world, almost invincible in the world, he established the orthodoxy in Taihe Mountain. Later, the Prajna Temple was destroyed. He took out the eighteen clay figurines that he took away when he left the temple. The eminent monks of the Maha Temple have just left some practice methods of the original Prajna Temple in the Maha Temple, inheriting the orthodox tradition of the Prajna Temple.

It was also those eighteen clay figurine Arhats who caused a catastrophe, so that all the three treasures in Maha Temple were infested with magic. Although they were blessed by the Buddhist teachings of eminent monks in the past, they also made Maha Temple gradually demonized. Reduced to the land of ghosts and monsters.

The poor nun was favored by an eminent monk of the Moha Temple in the past, so he came to the Moha Temple to practice. He hoped that with the help of the Buddha's incense, he would not be bound by the dry Zen magical skills for the time being, and he would be able to use his supernatural powers before the Obon Festival. The bewitched monks in the temple were transformed one by one.

It's just that I didn't expect... Forget about it, I'll talk about it after I teach you the method of Yuanling True Fire. "

Shen Mo coughed lightly: "Senior, you don't need to tell me. After I learn the method, I will go down the mountain immediately, and I will not delay your crossing."

Female Bodhisattva: "..."

Although it is common for monks to be shameless, Shen Mo's shamelessness still penetrated her downline.

"No wonder people call you 'Xiejun', but I am a generation taller than you, and calling you Xiejun is inappropriate. Laoshan is located on the coast of the East China Sea, and you were born in the Shangqing Palace on Laoshan Mountain. From now on, I will call you Little Dongxie." Female Bodhisattva With a smile, she gave Shen Moan a nickname, called you Pi.

Just now he was Fellow Daoist Shen, but now he is Xiao Dongxie.

While Shen Mo was speechless, he could really feel the difference between the female bodhisattva and the old lady of the god nun. After regaining her youth, the other party also correspondingly recovered her youthful attitude.The decay of the flesh and blood obviously has a great impact on the state of mind.

This is also what he should pay attention to in the future.I have to say that Senior Shenni is indeed a good reference point, allowing Shen Mo to observe and avoid some detours.

(End of this chapter)