The strange charm accumulated in this dark prison, filling it into a dark mist.
In the mist, there seemed to be a woman smiling and whispering, and there seemed to be someone crying and screaming.
The thick fog obscured the cells separated by dark fences. A small light was set in the depths of darkness, being blown by the invisible wind and swaying slightly.
A skinny monk wearing a Futian cassock, together with Su Wu, Tao Zu, Li Heihu and others, sat on the ground around a lamp.
"Shenxiu, Huineng and other Buddhist seniors have all left the Dharma nature of their respective practices to the poor monks to use at will." Jianzhen spoke slowly and calmly, "Their respective spirits have no Dharma nature to support them. If they remain in the five hells, they will
There is the worry of spiritual destruction.
So the poor monk asked Zen Master Huinuma to take them out of the prison, and now they have gone to a hidden mountain temple."
Su Wu nodded: "The Dharma nature of all the monks is gathered in your body. How confident are you in dealing with the 'ghost Buddha'?"
Jianzhen listened to the words, looked at the lamp squatting on the ground, and remained silent.
In the lamp, the pure light of the fire floated, dispersing a lot of the strange mist lingering around.
This bright lamp is not an extraordinary thing, it is actually the ray of Dharma nature left by Master Xuanzang.
"Tao Zu and Brother Hong's death calamity will instantly pull Xiang you into the situation. After Xiang you enter the situation, ghosts and Buddhas will also take action." Su Wu continued, "I can now confirm that this killing
In the chain of tribulations, Mother Lu will definitely not be able to participate."
"Why?"
Jianzhen was a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Su Wu and asked him.
Su Wu replied: "Mother Lu sank within the 'origin of great changes', and she was at odds with the 'Queen Mother of the West' above her. Now, Queen Mother of the West has pierced one of Lu's eyes."
Now it has to fight with the Queen Mother of the West to repair its own eye.
In the past few years, I have never thought of dedicating my strength to the world."
How could Lu's mother suddenly be blinded in one eye by the Queen Mother of the West?
There must be Su Wu's method involved.
But Su Wu didn't elaborate, and Jian Zhen didn't ask any more questions. He said "hmm", pushed the lamp of Xuanzang's Dharma nature squatting in front of him, and pushed it to Su Wu, saying: "Master Tripitaka's Dharma nature,
Now it is of no use to the poor monk.
The poor monk is already overwhelmed by the burden of carrying the Dharma nature of all the predecessors in Buddhism, and he can no longer carry even a trace of Dharma nature in his body.
This lamp is left to you now.
When the idols are destroyed, the lights become brighter.
On the contrary, the lights gradually went out.
In the current "series of killings and tribulations", the poor monk uses his own body as a guarantee that the "ghosts and Buddhas" will not ruin the situation even a little bit.
You can do whatever you want."
"Okay." Su Wu nodded solemnly, "If you say so, I will believe it."
He stood up from the ground, leaned down again, and took away the lamp from in front of Jianzhen. Monk Jianzhen sat motionless on the spot.
Su Wu took a deep look at Jianzhen, put his hands together, and said to Jianzhen: "Elder, take care!"
Jianzhen also clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and said nothing.
The group of people turned around and left.
In the cold and treacherous prison, the dark mist formed by the accumulation of strange charms suddenly began to billow, and it converged towards the figure in the scarlet Futian robe deep in the darkness.
A group of ghosts surrounded the thin and short figure, chanting sutras one after another: "I vow to save all sentient beings..."
I vow to put an end to endless troubles...
I am willing to learn the infinite Dharma...
The supreme vow of Buddhism will come true..."
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In the middle of the night, a sudden rain fell on the top of Huashan Mountain.
The patter of rain covered up the continuous banging sound in the backyard of Ziyun Temple.
Inside the backyard of Ziyun Temple.
Yang Huizhi stood in front of a stone that was as long as a person and three or four feet high. He was carrying a hammer and chisel, and he and several disciples were beating around the stone, trying to modify the stone into the shape he wanted.
——The competition will begin early tomorrow morning. The stone he is shaping now will be the material used to carry his works in tomorrow's competition.
At this time, the rain suddenly fell, and it tended to get heavier and heavier.
Yang Huizhi didn't want his disciples to get wet in the rain. He walked around the stone in front of him and touched every part of the stone with his palms - the stone shape had been modified in general, and he would add some details later.
good.
So the old man stopped his movements, summoned several disciples to him, smiled and said to them: "You have also been tired for a day, so go back and rest early.
There is no work for you to do here. I will check it a few more times and then go back to your room to rest."
The disciples were unwilling to leave after hearing this.
Most of them have followed Diao Sheng for several years and know their master's temperament well.
With this little skill left, Master is determined not to stop until he finishes.
So a disciple said to Yang Huizhi: "With only a little left, the shape of this stone can be shaped. We will finish the work with you. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to go back to their rooms and rest early?"
You stay here alone, and now it’s raining again. If you get caught in the rain, you might get sick..."
"Then why don't I ask the unscrupulous people outside to help me carry the stones to a place under the corridor where they won't get wet?" Yang Huizhi smiled and waved her hand to refuse, "Don't worry, I also know that tomorrow's competition is very important, no matter what
You will tire yourself out at this time."
He had spoken to a group of disciples, and without waiting for any further objection from the disciples, he turned back and called out to the courtyard gate where the rain was swaying.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, several delinquents in armor hurriedly came outside the courtyard gate. In response to Yang Huizhi's request, they moved the huge stone to a place under the corridor where it would not be exposed to rain.
"Are you relieved now?"
Yang Huizhi smiled and said to the disciples: "As a teacher, you need to be alone and think carefully about tomorrow's competition.
My senior brother is also extremely talented in painting.
Many people in the world today don't know his talent, but I understand it.
Okay, you can just go back and rest..."
Since the master was so insistent and seemed to listen to the advice, the disciples could not force themselves to do anything else, so they had no choice but to comply with the old man's instructions and retreat to rest.
Yang Huizhi moved a high stool, sat down in front of the huge stone in the corridor, and used a small hammer to trim the details of the stone bit by bit.
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What the disciples said is true.
A few years ago, my senior brother had already painted such a stunning work as the "Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll". Looking at his life, Yang Huizhi found that although there were many sculptures, none of them were truly comparable to the "Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll".
There is really no one.
Now the senior brother comes in a fierce manner, saying that he has spent his whole life preparing a painting, and he believes that this painting will be the only one in his life - presumably this painting will surpass the "Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll" -
—How could Yang Huizhi not deal with this seriously?
He took refuge in Ziyun Temple in Huashan Mountain for a long time. Although he was carving here at the order of the saint, the carving he prepared himself also took a lifetime of hard work!
I wonder if the work that I have put together my whole life and the work that my senior brother has worked so hard on can be equally divided, and whether there is a chance to compete with them?
Yang Huizhi had many thoughts running through his mind.
These thoughts were silenced one after another in the sound of dripping rain, like dust floating in the dry air, which was washed away as the rain settled.
He was as one with the rain and the purple clouds in the dark night, forgetting both things and myself, and was immersed in modifying the stones in front of him.
The tinkling sound blends harmoniously with the dripping rain.
Gradually, Yang Huizhi no longer just modified the stone as a whole, but began to carve something on the stone.
A vague voice lingered in his mind. The voice guided him, allowing him to think about the ideas and thoughts that had been brewing in his mind for a long time. The tools in his hands flowed onto the rocks in front of him - moisture.
The wind passed through his body and flowed out of every pore of his body.
The inexplicable meaning spread out in the backyard of Ziyun Temple, and spread quietly throughout Ziyun Temple.
In the palace, the clay god opened his eyes.
On the eaves, the squatting beast twisted its body.
In the corner of the courtyard, the turtle supporting the stone lantern gradually became flesh and blood.
Every drop of rain falling from the sky seems to have a beautiful brilliance, and a brighter meaning flashes in the beautiful and psychedelic brilliance.
Yang Huizhi was completely unaware of all the changes in the outside world.
He has forgotten about his competition with Wu Daoxuan. It will only start tomorrow, and now he will carve the work he has been brewing in his heart on the stone.
But at this moment, a burst of footsteps hurriedly came from outside the yard.
The sound of footsteps was not obtrusive in the harmonious blend of sounds, as if it was integrated with the heaven, earth and people's hearts.
Until the owner of the footsteps approached Yang Huizhi and gently patted Yang Huizhi on the shoulder: "Master Yang, it's time to rest."
This slightly nervous and apprehensive voice fell to the ground.
Many strange and bizarre images flashed through Yang Huizhi's mind. He was freed from all kinds of bizarre images and suddenly regained his consciousness!
Looking again in front of me, the whole stone has been completely modified and its shape seems to be blended with the heaven and earth. When it is placed under the corridor of Ziyun Temple, it is integrated with the corridor of Ziyun Temple, without any incompatibility.
If you throw it in the yard, it will "take root" anywhere in the yard and become one with the environment there.
If you drop it in any place, it is what should be there!
There are no traces of carving on this completely natural stone.
And if Yang Huizhi hadn't been 'awakened' by the bad guys rushing behind him, he would have dropped the carving knife on the stone right now!
When Yang Huizhi came back to his senses, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He turned back to face the delinquent who was wearing a stranger's armor, and heard the delinquent say nervously: "I dare to disturb you, Master Yang, please don't take offense.
- Pass the master's order to the subordinates, and ask the subordinates to remind the master.
Tomorrow is the day when the competition begins. Now we should save all our energy and insights to cope with tomorrow's competition.
This can also prevent those young people hiding in the dark from distorting your feelings and true meaning, or even stealing your feelings and true meaning for their own use."
Yang Huizhi took a long breath, nodded with a smile and said: "The saint reminded me exactly.
It’s time for me to go back to my room and rest.”
He stood up and faced the sky outside the corridor: "Let those little ones stay here all night!"
After speaking, the old man turned around and left, never stopping again.
——He suddenly had an idea before and wanted to carve a work here. In fact, that kind of inspiration was not born from his own mind, but was guided by external forces.
That external force is what the saint calls "Xiao Xiao".
Now that my mind is clear and I can see through everything instantly, it is naturally impossible for Xiao Xiao to succeed.
The bad guy following Yang Huizhi raised his head and looked at the sky with floating rain, and he also had a confused thought in his heart - the so-called Xiaoxiao is hidden in the sky?
A night of silence.
The next morning.
The fog has gathered on the top of Huashan Mountain and has not dissipated, and the mountain wind is chilling to the bones.
On the stone terrace at the top of the mountain, many people had already gathered.
Under the orders of their respective teams, the bad guys spread out in various positions on the top of the mountain to guard various places.
Su Wu had already led Tao Zu, Hong Renkun, and Li Heihu to wait on the stone flat early.
The stone that had been perfectly decorated by Yang Huizhi and blended into all kinds of creations was now placed on the stone flat. Su Wu and others looked around the stone. Tao Zu marveled at it: "If this is the case,
The old man took advantage of the situation to release his insights last night, what will happen to the situation?"
"Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes." Su Wu looked up at the gray sky and said meaningfully, "How could it do such a good thing?
If Master Yang had released his insights last night, all the insights would have been taken away by him, leaving Master Yang with an extremely sinister work that seemed to have been created by himself."
While several people were talking on the mountain, on the mountain steps in front of Shiping, Yang Huizhi led several disciples, who also joined Wu Daoxuan and Wang Quan, and headed for Shiping surrounded by old pines.
"Now that the competition is about to begin, senior brother, can you tell me a little bit about the paintings that senior brother has prepared?" Yang Huizhi and Wu Daoxuan walked side by side. Although he was blind, he did not stumble when walking among the mountain steps, and he was still like a sighted person. .
Wu Daoxuan heard the sound and glanced at Yang Huizhi.
He thought for a while and asked Yang Huizhi: "Junior brother, do you still remember what I said when we were on the second floor of Yaowang Hall that day?"
"The human heart is hell?" Yang Huizhi recalled what his senior brother had said that day, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"That's right." Wu Daoxuan nodded and turned to Yang Huizhi and asked, "Junior brother, can you tell me what carvings you have prepared?"
Yang Huizhi shook his head: "The rain last night has messed up my thoughts.
I have been preparing a piece of work for a long time, but after the rain last night, I have no impression of it. I have nothing to disclose to my senior brother about the carving I prepared today - I really don't know what to carve today. "
Wu Daoxuan frowned and glanced deeply at Yang Huizhi.
Junior brother is not that cunning and scheming person.
He originally believed what his junior brother said, but when he looked at the other person's face, there was no trace of confusion caused by not knowing what to carve today. Instead, his face was calm...