The atmosphere became tense for a moment, and Bai Shu suddenly stepped forward.
"How can you be so comfortable as a human being and realize the Sutra?"
Baizhu narrowed his eyes slightly and said with great interest:
"Isn't the Human Awakening Sutra a magical power unique to Vajra Temple?"
Be conscious, be aware of others, be aware and have feelings.
Now that he has attained self-consciousness, he can also awaken to others, and his awakening and conduct are perfect, so he is called Buddha.
The Tao talks about self-awareness, which is simply different from ordinary people. It is said that he is awakened. He understands the two vehicles, is fully aware of the practice, and distinguishes the Bodhisattva. This is why he is called Buddha.
When people practice the Awakening Sutra to perfection, it is said that they will have self-awareness, awareness of others, and awareness and emotion, which are the three roots of wisdom for becoming a Buddha and a Bodhisattva.
These words were taught to him by Wuhui when he was still in Fenyin City.
But to this day, I still haven't been able to get started with the Human Awakening Sutra. It's stuck at 72% of the progress and has never moved again.
With the improvement of cultivation level, I have also realized the first-level appearance, which is perhaps unprecedented. My understanding of Atractylodes has already been completely transformed, and I can understand it with just a few words, and it is clear with just a mention.
Now he is a Zen species in the true sense.
But now that he has extraordinary qualifications, and with the addition of the important treasure of Miluo Lamp, if the two are added together, the Sutra will still remain intact.
The 72% progress is no longer something that happened overnight.
It is difficult to practice the Human Awakening Sutra. In the huge Vajra Temple, the only practitioners who practice the Human Awakening Sutra are Wuhui and a few elders who are still traveling.
If it weren't for the sages who came before him, Bai Shu would almost doubt whether this technique could be practiced.
"The Self-Awakening Sutra is the magical power of Leiyin Temple. The two Zen sects in the north and the south are divided, and the aristocratic family has made great efforts in it."
Wei Si took a step back and spoke calmly:
"Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Wei family was one of the richest families in the world."
"Got it."
Bai Shu sneered:
"You must have gained a lot of benefits from splitting up the Buddha's veins. I'm afraid the Self-Awakening Sutra is one of them."
"But……"
Bai Shu suddenly changed the subject:
"I heard Master Wuhui say that everyone's awakening is different. Since you are confident that you can teach me, your understanding of the Human Awakening Sutra must be higher than mine.
How do I know if you really want to teach me or if you have secret intentions?"
Teaching Dharma is never easy.
When those with a high realm see the overall situation, they are like being in a high-rise building. There is a natural suppression against those with a low realm.
As long as you have some evil intentions, you can mix in things you shouldn't have when teaching the Dharma.
The entire foundation collapsed.
"You have the Southern Zen Sect at your back. There are ten life treasures and two immortals in the temple."
Wei Si said indifferently:
"If I have evil intentions, won't they be able to see it? What's more, I want to use your help to make sure that I won't be so stupid as to break my own arm before returning to the country."
"Whether I can lend you strength or not is another question. The little princess actually regards the foreign minister as her arm."
Bai Shu smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes: "It's such an honor, foreign minister."
"Oh."
Wei Si's face was expressionless.
"Having said that, there is one more thing."
Bai Zhu lazily leaned against the window railing and leaned half of his body out. The busy traffic and the roar of people on the street in the distance rushed towards his face. He smelled the aroma of hot sugar cookies and the pungent smell of spicy oil.
The forest light is getting brighter, and the waning moon has not yet faded. On the eastern sky, there is a circle of dull golden light. Only the surrounding clouds are slightly bright. In this small border town, everything is lively.
Vendors were walking around the streets and alleys, hawking food in their burdens. The shops facing the street opened early, and the clerks shouted hard. In the breakfast shop, the heat in the steamer mixed with the early morning fog, and the cool and warm breaths intermingled.
Miscellaneous, it hits people in the face.
Two children with runny noses stood outside the bun shop, eagerly looking at the soft and plump snacks in the steamer.
Bai Shu stared at it for a long time. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the time he spent in Fenyin City after time travel.
Aunt Wang is in charge of the ladle, and she has a lot of money and oil. She often gives herself a few copper coins. Maybe she is pitiful, or maybe she is kind-hearted. Baizhu still can't tell clearly.
At that time, Baizhu would always drag Tie Zhu and everyone would go to the bun shop to buy buns.
The heat of the steamer in those memories overlapped with what was before my eyes, making things a bit hazy.
Memory is really a confusing thing. What is true and what is false, Baizhu feels that he can no longer distinguish clearly...
Wei Si looked at Bai Shu and suddenly fell silent. It took a long time before he continued to finish his unfinished words.
"But there's one more thing."
Bai Shu said calmly: "My uncle Wu Hui, others have achieved a small level of sutra, but they are still unable to help foreign ministers get started. Where is the little princess?"
"Perfect."
"Perfection?"
Baizhu was slightly startled, then he came back to his senses and looked suspiciously at the woman a few steps away, his eyes fixed.
Perfect?
"Hundreds of spells, thousands of magical powers, I can know them after seeing them once, talismans, alchemy cauldrons, swords, divination..."
Although Wei Si's tone was calm and not disturbing, it gave people an unquestionable feeling. Baizhu raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest.
"When I was three years old, I became a master of the Shen Sect. When I was eight years old, I practiced flying swords. I defeated Qu Jianbo of Luoyi with sword energy and thunder. At eleven years old, I completed the lost memory of the former Song Dynasty. When I was fifteen years old
, the Yangfu monk in Luoyi, no one can beat me."
Under the curtain, Wei Si's voice was as calm as a stream of autumn water, and the cold voice came faintly from under the white gauze.
"I was born..."
"The day you were born, the whole of Lordaeron, no, the whole forest of Luoyi was whispering the same name."
Bai Shu interrupted her:
"Can you really teach me how to awaken to the Sutra?"
"At least it can get you started."
"..."
After being silent for a long time, Bai Shu finally shook his head slightly and refused:
"It's an exciting proposal, but it's a pity that I can't accept it."
"Why?" Wei Si frowned.
"A while ago, if I remember correctly, Lu Yusheng brought a sword cultivator and a human demon to the governor to discuss peace. The condition was that he and Duke Wende would be brought back to the country."
Bai Shu smiled:
"It's a pity that the people at the center vetoed it. I am just a vajra with a humble position. Even if I want to help you, I am powerless."
In the center of Dazheng, aristocratic families and holy places are divided in half. Because of concerns about the old people and immortals of the Zheng royal family, although the current King Zheng, the nominal master of Zheng, retains his authority, it is difficult for him to leave the palace.
The issue of Wei Si's return to the country involves too many people's nerves, and various reasons are far beyond Baizhu's ability to decide, at least not now.
Although my heart was open to others, under the circumstances, I had no choice but to let it go.
"It's just the Kongo Temple."
Wei Si said calmly:
"I only want you to fight for the Vajra Temple. It will be my father's birthday in two years. During these two years, the Yedu Central Committee will definitely discuss what to do with me and Duke Wende."
The beauty under the curtain looks at Baizhu:
"As long as you win the Vajra Temple, I will teach you how to awaken to the Sutra!"
"..."
Bai Shu lowered his head and thought silently, his eyes flashing uncertainly.
In the Vajra Temple, Wuhui, the only practitioner who has learned the sutra, can no longer teach him anything.
The "awareness" of a person's awakening of the Sutra is far more difficult, ancient, complicated and difficult to understand than any magical powers learned by Atractylodes.
Perfection...
A monk who has practiced to a perfect state may really be able to enlighten a free person to the Sutra.
As long as you get started, the saved attribute values will be of real use.
When a person awakens to the Miluo Deng Sutra, this realm...
"King Kong Temple is not my home."
Bai Shu shook his head: "Elders, you may not necessarily listen to what I say."
"What do you want?"
"I can try it." Baizhu smiled slightly: "But I can't guarantee the result."
In the dark, the main body seems to be still in the martial arts field, practicing to suppress the Demon Mountain with Ran Qing.
Bai Shu is about to withdraw the consciousness that took over the incarnation and return to the main body.
In a Zen room in Vajra Temple, the abbot, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, thinking deeply.
"Promise her."
In Yangling City, beside Baizhu's ears, an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Abbot?"
"Promise her." The abbot's deep voice echoed through Niwan Palace:
"There are very few practitioners in the temple who have learned the scriptures. Wu Hui can no longer teach you his humble tricks. It is rare for Wei Si to practice and reach a perfect state. This is a good thing for you."
"Inside the temple..."
"How you think is what the temple thinks." The abbot's voice paused: "Before you died, I promised you that you would become the master of Zen Buddhism in the north and south. Although it is late, it is not too late now...
"
Bai Zhu's lips moved. He was silent for a long time, and finally just sighed.
"Disciple understands..."
for a long time.
Bai Shu slowly opened his eyes and ended the communication between his consciousness.
A few steps away, the beauty under the curtain still looked calm, but her fingers were trembling slightly.
"The temple agreed."
Facing Wei Si's gaze, Bai Shu said calmly:
"But Elder Ranqing has a condition."
"Ranqing?"
"Being friends with the Northern Wei royal family is also useful to our Southern Zen sect. Although Elder Ran Qing complained a little, after the foreign ministers' hard words, Elder Ran Qing finally gave in."
Bai Zhu said sincerely:
"But Elder Ranqing has a condition."
"What conditions?"
"He wants to take a look at Beiwei."
"Absolutely impossible!"
Wei Si refused without hesitation:
"This is absolutely impossible!"
"No, you don't want to go home?" Bai Shu tried hard to persuade him to stay: "I don't want the whole book, just look at the magical powers, look at the magical powers!"
"It describes seven great supernatural powers and forty-three spells, which are the foundation of the Wei family for thousands of years."
Wei Si smiled coldly: "Supernatural powers, which ones?"
"Can I have them all?"
"no!"
Bai Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and began to argue.
, is the unique skill of the Northern Wei royal family and a martial arts classic in the country.
When the Wei family was founded, they were a member of a wealthy family, and there was no shortage of such great figures as the Six Realms Human Immortal from generation to generation.
It was not until the early years of the former Song Dynasty that someone from the Wei family compiled all the magical classics and compiled them into.
The man was called Wei Xie, and he was proficient in the art of creation. He once cut a piece of bamboo and wood to make a magpie, and then it flew and stayed there for three days.
To this day, the one hundred and eight golden dragons that guard the imperial boudoir of the Northern Guard are all the work of Wei Xie.
The phaseless seal created by Bai Zhucao also contained the Tao of Creation. Naturally, he also put great thought into perfecting the phaseless seal.
Stones from other mountains can attack jade, and Wei Xie has almost reached the extreme in the path of creation.
It is said that when Wei Xie had no choice but to die, he understood the secrets of Turtle City and transformed himself into the West Sea Black Tortoise, which has the longest life span.
There are rumors among the media that Wei Xie, an ancient figure who was born in the early days of the Song Dynasty, lived until the death of the Song Dynasty and died before Wang Qiuyi was born.
When it comes to creation, Wei Xie is probably the most talented person in ancient times.
After repeated arguments and Baizhu's sincere advice, Wei Si's attitude finally changed slightly when her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry.
"This is not Ranqing's condition."
Wei Si's face was filled with indifference:
"I'm afraid it was your idea to read the Book of Creation!"
"Ha, I, Baizhu, have been honest and upright throughout my life, and acted openly and aboveboard. What kind of person am I?!" Baizhu called out to Chongtianqu:
"This is all Elder Ran Qing's idea!"
"Seven great supernatural powers and forty-three spells, I only know sixteen."
Too lazy to pay attention to Bai Shu's cry of injustice, Wei Si said coldly:
"Which one do you want to study?"
"Nature is the seven great supernatural powers."
Bai Shu thought for a moment and replied:
"If Wei Xie created it, it would be even better if it involves the art of creation!"
"You still said it wasn't you?"
A sneer came from under the curtain, but Bai Shu just pretended not to hear it.
The two great magical powers were both learned by Wei Xie, and both are the ultimate in the Tao of Creation.
After weighing the matter, Baizhu finally gave up and chose.
Pointing objects into treasures, refining fake things into real things, in Bai Shu's view, it is the martial arts version of a knight who will not die with his bare hands.
Anyone who is infected by the Magic Art, whether it is a living creature of flesh and blood, or a plant or animal spirit, can be sacrificed by the Master of the Art Art into a magical weapon suitable for itself. Although it cannot survive for a long time, it still has great supernatural powers!
And what Bai Zhu chose...
For this kind of capture technique, you must first collect the six Qi of Yin, Yang, Wind, Rain, Hui and Ming, extract the essence and change its quality, refine it into a wisp of Xuan Tian Qi, and finally condense it into a big grasping hand.
Xuantian's grappling technique is one of the best in creation. Once you reach out, you rarely miss.
The reason is the same. The Yuan Qi particles that make up Xuantian's Big Hand are constantly changing at every moment. No matter what magical power the opponent uses, Xuantian's Big Hand can respond one by one, crack it, and finally capture it.
However, if you reach this state, you must achieve perfection.
The perfection of the magical power of creation is extremely difficult and extraordinary.
After reaching the deal, Baizhu was naturally satisfied and smiling.
"Let's go!"
Bai Shu, who was the first to jump down the stairs, waved and shouted to Wei Si:
"Hurry up!"
"Study now?" Wei Si frowned.
"Eat breakfast! You are bleeding heavily today, so the poor monk is very compassionate and treats you to a meal!"
Baizhu waved: "Please eat steamed buns, I used to love steamed buns the most!"
In a good mood, Baizhu said hello again and walked out of the garden.
On the small building behind her, Wei Si pursed her lips.
She was silent for a while, and finally followed him.
…
They are shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder, and as far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of water and a crown like clouds.
Baizhu was holding a few bunches of candied haws, his mouth full, and followed Wei Si, who was wearing a curtain, a few steps behind him.
The two of them were as tall as swimming fish, and even though there were many people on the street, they couldn't even get a piece of their clothes.
"Does King Kong Temple not care about food?"
Behind her, Wei Si spoke:
"How many days have you been hungry?"
"There is no food in the temple, only pills."
Bai Zhu said vaguely: "Do you want it?"
He turned back and handed a string to Wei Si.
The crystal sugar residue and sesame seeds were stuck to the red round. Wei Si wanted to refuse, but she saw a handsome young man a few steps away with a smile on his face, his mouth covered with sugar particles. By some strange mistake, she actually took it.
“Who can say no to candied haws on a stick?”
Bai Shu shrugged: "Really..."
boom!!!
Bai Shu's expression suddenly changed, and he and Wei Si raised their heads in shock.
Above Qingming, a loud sound far more powerful than thunder exploded in the sky, like the sound of a sky collapsing!
boom!!!
Countless purple mists rolled together and spread endlessly, as if they were about to leave the sky and sink into the world.
At this moment, in the purple mist sweeping across the sky, Bai Zhu faintly caught a glimpse of the deep black behind the purple mist.
