Chapter 238: Two Laws Before and After, How Much Mistake
There is no doubt that stepping on Bu Zhi's footprints is equivalent to "confirming" that the handwriting is correct.
Bu Zhi's face was hazy, as if he was stumbling drunkenly. One step after another, soon the first line came to the end and began to turn back.
Every handwriting on the first line leaves a footprint, but not a word is changed.
second line……
The third row……
The same is true again.
Seeing that he was blameless, he also secretly praised him.
Since the master of the upper realm of martial arts has gone through all the troubles to send "Bu Zhi" to the lower realm, he is naturally confident that his Taoist skills in the lower realm will be improved.
Even if the great leaders of the current generation are all figures of the same era, there is still room for improvement.
However, the True-ryu Dao is not trivial. Even if it is a powerful person, it is not easy to teach and receive it privately and enlighten it at will. Even if the qualifications are above perfection and someone who has mastered this Dao has given instructions, it cannot be said that it can be understood easily.
According to Gui Wujiu's estimation, the level of this "improved" Taoist technique is roughly one step away from the True Style Dao.
Today's martial arts will definitely not reach this level.
Even if it is not as good as Zhenliu, it is already extremely terrifying.
However, with Bu Zhi's high level of inspection, he went through three lines of more than 200 words, and could not find a single word that was not perfect.
Jiang Minyi's mastery of Taoism with the help of the White Tiger Seal is worthy of being at the pinnacle of martial arts.
After waiting for a while, Bu Zhi finally stopped on the seventh line. He frowned slightly, and after sucking his fingers for a long time, a trace of blush appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself: "It's not easy to find fault."
Immediately he stepped down hard.
Strangely enough, Bu Zhi clearly seemed to have no magic power at all, but as she stepped forward, the handwriting that was as tall as her body suddenly disappeared and became a "blank".
In the midst of the illusion, Bu Zhi saw all kinds of stone tablets and inscriptions, but she could comment on them at any time. Even if she later saw the Taoist skills left by Gui Wujiu, it was the same. But at this moment, she had seen the most orthodox martial arts.
Inheritance has become extremely cautious and silent.
This may not be an expression of her own character.
Gui Wujiu was originally waiting for her to give him advice, but he was finally disappointed.
Jiang Minyi looked at the hidden word with all her attention, thoughtfully.
On the nineteenth line, Bu Zhi finally found the second word "Unfinished Perfection" and stepped on it with his bare feet, crushing the word.
Thirty lines passed like this, but Bu Zhi never made a third move.
About half an hour passed, and after seventy lines, the whole passage was already halfway through, before the third word was found.
Since then, the frequency has accelerated slightly, and one word can be found every three or five lines.
After all the 135 lines of the text have been traversed, only twenty-one words in total have been trampled and eradicated.
Jiang Minyi's energy surged, her eyes were blazing with light, but her body remained motionless like a statue. It was obvious that she had fallen into a state of deep concentration, as if in seclusion.
After thirty breaths like this, her energy suddenly sank, and the brilliance in her eyes suddenly converged into a strange softness, as if the huge waves on the sea suddenly turned into calm; at the same time, she waved her big sleeves!
All twenty-one blank spaces were filled with new handwriting.
As soon as Bu Zhi looked at it, his little mouth immediately opened wide enough to fit his fist.
At the same time, her eyes widened and her eyes moved up and down.
She was originally afraid that Jiang Minyi would rely on her, and was about to explain that she could only make corrections, but not create anything. Unexpectedly, Jiang Minyi immediately completed the scripture after only a few dozen breaths.
Go back and read this scripture again.
As expected, it is coherent from front to back, every word is precious, Taoism and secret meaning, and every part echoes both worlds.
Somehow, such a scene made Bu Zhi feel a little disappointed.
Gui Wujiu is also a person who is well versed in martial arts and Taoism. He read it over and over again and was very satisfied. With this article, Jiang Minyi is no longer inferior to Shen Tu Longshu and Wei Qingqi at least in terms of the foundation of Taoism.
If you practice and improve over time, you will be able to rank among the first level below Shinryu.
Bu Zhi suddenly relaxed his eyelids and yawned, saying, "Since I succeeded, I will go back first."
The body rose up into the air unsteadily, as if it was about to escape.
Gui Wujiu's heart moved, but he didn't stop it.
Sure enough, after more than ten breaths, Bu Zhi had only escaped for tens of miles and suddenly turned back. He didn't know whether he was understanding or confused.
Gui Wujiu smiled and said, "Why do you go and come back?"
Bu Zhi put his little hand on his chin and frowned, saying: "It seems that it is done; but it seems that it is not finished."
Jiang Minyi and Gui Wujiu looked at each other.
Before Gui Wujiu and others could ask questions, Bu Zhizi added: "Originally, I thought that the level of her Taoism was too high, and there were not many things that needed me to change, so I had this feeling that it was still unfinished; but when I was about to leave,
, but the thoughts gradually became clearer—that’s not the reason.”
"It's true that it's not finished yet."
Gui Wujiu understands in his heart.
Bu Zhi's lower realm is indeed not a "repairing Taoist art" in the ordinary sense but has a special purpose.
This move is a targeted move, in order to balance an advantage of the other camp.
Gui Wujiu smiled and said, "Just wait a little longer. In a day or two at most, the 'unfulfilled intention' in your heart will definitely be fulfilled."
Bu Zhi said without hesitation: "Okay."
Through the verification in front of her, Gui Wujiu has initially established credibility with her.
Jiang Minyi's eyelids suddenly twitched, a strange expression appeared on her face, and she said thoughtfully: "What a coincidence - but we don't even have to wait for a day or two."
Gui Wujiu nodded secretly.
Perfect fit, no missing breath.
Jiang Minyi thought to herself for a while, then suddenly raised her backhand to the sky, and with a violent brilliance piercing the blue sky like lightning, the "White Tiger Seal" turned into a pumice stone more than ten feet in size, hanging two or three miles high in the air.
At this moment, the white tiger seal is bright and dark, with countless strong rays of light intertwined and shining on the ground.
The area it reflects is not more than ten feet in radius, but has expanded ten times!
The light and shadow of light and dark intersect, and after falling on the ground, they form one handwriting after another, woven into a brocade, showing the appearance of pearls and jade.
The size of these words is very different, obviously they are not one piece; among the smaller ones, each word is exactly the size of the handwriting on an ordinary letter. There may be hundreds or thousands of words condensed into one piece, widely distributed on the edge of this land of 100 feet.
Location. A piece of text is no more than the size of an open picture scroll. There are so many of them, I'm afraid there are not as many as three or four thousand.
But in the middle of this reflected place, there is a very eye-catching large character.
The handwriting size is one-third larger than the 21-character classic text that Jiang Minyi had previously revised.
However, although the handwriting is eye-catching, in terms of perfection, it may not be outstanding.
The three to four thousand texts at the edges of the four directions look small and exquisite, but the handwriting is strict and clear, and they are clean and tidy without leakage; and the large characters occupying seventy-eight percent of the central area, although each character is two or three feet in size,
But instead the light and shadow were chaotic and seemed blurry.
Bu Zhi seemed to have lost all his tiredness and became very energetic. He clapped his hands and shouted: "The work is complete, there is no coming and no going!"
It was as if she was about to wake up from a dream and suddenly realized that the scene in front of her was the goal of her trip.
Gui Wujiu's eyes narrowed.
This moment was captured by him——
From Bu Zhi's expression, Gui Wujiu saw the shadow of that man.
More than ten breaths passed.
The words gradually became clearer.
These powerful and powerful words caught the eye:
Only my Mahayana Sutra.
Calculating the time, Yuan Zun's ascension took place two days before and after; but I didn't expect that the connection between the two would be exactly the same.
The words surrounding it, with writings that are about the same size as those in normal books, are the secret scriptures of various clans in martial arts. Judging from its size, it also has a considerable atmosphere.
But it pales in comparison to the Mahayana Sutra in the center.
Gui Wujiu said with a smile: "The time has come for you to make a contribution."
But before he finished speaking, Bu Zhi was already impatient and rushed over on his feet.
Jiang Minyi frowned and said: "This method is used to absorb the secret meaning of a lifetime. If the person you encounter has a high enough level of merit, it will be more or less telepathic. If you deduce it in detail, you may not be able to clearly understand the origin of this matter."
Gui Wujiu said calmly: "It's just that he may not have thought that we can fully obtain this method."
Jiang Minyi looked up and said in surprise: "Can it be done?"
Gui Wujiu said leisurely: "Let's wait and see."
The speed of traversing those paragraphs after paragraphs was so fast that when I tasted the Taoist methods left by Jiang Minyi before, it was even better by three points.
But even though the speed is fast, there are also a lot more broken words!
Just after the first line came down, four characters were trampled by the branches.
After dozens of lines, half a volume of scripture was already riddled with holes.
Jiang Minyi frowned slightly.
When the White Tiger Seal fell, the central part of the text first appeared as a vague shadow, and finally after a turn, it became a definite handwriting. She knew in her heart that the method taught by the superior master must not be the "ascension reflection method" of martial arts.
"Grab whatever you can."
But I never expected that there would be so many mistakes.
A full two hours later.
Bu Zhi walked back panting, his feet seemed a little unsteady.
She seemed a little sleepy and suddenly fell to the ground and fell asleep.
The entire "I Am Mahayana Sutra" is no longer complete - that is to say, there are 888 words in total that have been separated from the original text and have not been successfully reproduced.
Jiang Minyi's face turned solemn and she said, "I'm afraid it's a little difficult."
Taoist classics, based on the premise that the meaning of the text is smooth, and coupled with the superior deduction power of the characters above Perfection, in fact, the possible handwriting in each "blank" space can easily be locked within thirty or fifty.
It seems to be a piece of cake to complete a mere 888 words.
However, the subtleties of Taoist principles cannot be measured by common sense.
Even if you are deducing it in the realm of blame-free, you may think that one of the words is quite appropriate; but after the words filled in the blank in Part B are changed, it is very likely that the seemingly appropriate words originally filled in in Part A will suddenly become inappropriate.
Already.
There is no disharmony in the eight hundred and eighty-eight places, and they must be unified and unified. In fact, the difficulty is beyond imagination.
Gui Wujiu said calmly: "I have a way."
ps: When my physical condition deteriorates, my brain feels a little sluggish. Even typing makes frequent mistakes.