The great one contains all things, the heroic one subdues all demons, and the treasure is the Three Jewels. This is also the place where monks and monks gather to practice day and night, and the solemn Buddha statue of Sakyamuni Buddha is enshrined.
now.
People from Jingang Temple and Taiwei Mountain were sitting on the futons on the left and right, arguing endlessly and making a lot of noise. What's more, their faces were red and their ears were red, and they were so excited.
Bai Shu listened silently for a long time before he finally understood some of the clues.
Family, holy place.
If it were placed in Western Chu and Northern Wei, this would be the center of management and control of the court, and a royal family would have to be added.
For example, Beiwei is the dominant royal family and dominates all the holy places under its rule. The aristocratic family is the only royal family and the emperor is supreme!
Although Western Chu was slightly inferior, it was still the center of the order, and the king's title was supreme and noble.
But Nanzheng.
It's different.
The power of the Nanzheng royal family is no longer weak. Since the death of King Wu, King Wei, and King Xuan, the status of the Zheng royal family has gradually declined due to the operation of various forces. It is becoming more and more decadent day by day, just like the country. Most of the famous utensils and so on were divided among the various families and holy places.
The Emperor of Zheng is nothing more than a puppet.
However, the Holy Land and the aristocratic families are not of the same mind. There are many quarrels and quarrels between the two. Even the Holy Land and the Holy Land, and the aristocratic families, there is a lot to write about.
What everyone was quarreling about in the Main Hall this time was a matter that was not considered big or small, but was also said to be small.
At the beginning of this year, in Huotou City in Qinghuang County, the Xinxiang Sect and the local powerful Huotou Gao Clan fought over a new wild spiritual vein.
However, the Xinxiang Sect has Yang Fu in charge, not just one Yang Fu, but three of them. Not only did the Huo Zhigao family lose their spiritual veins, but they were also severely humiliated by the people of the Xinxiang Sect and lost their face.
After this incident, the two parties became increasingly quarrelsome.
First, the ancestor of the Huo Qiao Gao family committed suicide in anger. His son carried the coffin, wore sackcloth and mourned, and cried out to the big family in Qinghuang County to make the decision for him. There was also a backstage behind the Xinxiang Sect, and there was the leader of the Taiwei Mountain Outer Sect. power.
As time went by, this matter gradually became bigger and bigger.
Later, the deacon of the outer sect who developed into Taiweishan was secretly ambushed by the Qinghuang aristocratic families and almost died.
Bai Shu listened patiently for a long time. In the main hall, they discussed the articles of association one after another. First, it was a small fight in the Holy Land of the Family, the decision of the central official position, the rebellion of the party and the army. Later, it gradually became involved in the opposition. The military affairs of the Northern Guard.
The Main Hall was bustling with excitement.
Bai Zhu glanced quietly and felt happy when he saw that no one was paying attention to him.
He pinched the spell, his handprints changed, and he silently escaped from the palace, turning into a wisp of smoke and drifting away.
Right on top.
The abbot was still present and said nothing, while Pei Zhi sneered slightly.
He glanced at Pei He and saw his sister holding the sword in front of her knees, her eyes slightly closed, as if she didn't care.
Pei Zhi shook his head helplessly. He sighed heavily in his heart and stopped looking.
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Passing through the door gap, bypassing the prayer pillars, and then passing through several monk towers and meditation rooms, Bai Shu, who was transformed into light smoke, was suddenly stunned. He dispersed the concealing spell and revealed his true form.
What comes into view is a large lake.
The water of the lake is clear and clear. Under the blue sky and white sun, it is like a crystal with thousands of silver points shining brightly.
By the lake, Cui Yuanzhou was standing with a few disciples from Taiwei Mountain. They seemed to be having a lively conversation. Beside them, there were dozens of large ebony boxes scattered around.
Bai Shu hesitated for a moment, then walked forward.
There seems to be something wrong in those ebony boxes.
"Yuanzhou."
Bai Shu waved and said with a smile: "Why are you here?"
The little fat man was stunned. When he turned his head, a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face.
"Senior brother?!"
Cui Yuanzhou laughed and came forward: "Why are you here? Aren't you in the Main Hall?"
Long time no see, the little fat boy is still the little fat boy. Not only his cultivation level has not changed at all, but he is still at the level of acuity training. Even his physique is faintly approaching that of his senior brother Xu Yan.
"I'm a little bored, let's go out for a walk."
Bai Shu patted Cui Yuanzhou, who was slightly stunned, then raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Yuan Shen...
This is a method of refining gods into soldiers.
Under the influence, Cui Yuanzhou actually forged the Yuanshen into a bead and transformed into a being like a Taoist soldier.
"My qualifications are not very good. If I practice ordinary practice, the Vajra realm is my top priority, and the Vajra realm is at most fifth grade. The future is slim."
Sensing Bai Shu's surprise, Cui Yuanzhou smiled bitterly and said:
"My teacher and uncle both advised me. After thinking about it, I also felt that it might be better for me to cultivate myself into a god and become a soldier."
Nothingness is called the soul.
The one who refines gods into soldiers.
To follow the name and fulfill the duty is to abandon the imaginary nature of the soul, turn it from emptiness to reality, and turn it into a physical weapon creation.
Training gods to become soldiers was initially just an offensive method. When used in battles between souls and souls, it was often invincible.
But later on, some ascetic monks discovered by chance that they slightly changed the process of refining gods into soldiers.
So this secret technique, which was originally used to attack the Yuanshen, turned into a heretic method to break through the cultivation level.
This method of improving one's cultivation is like sacrificing a magic weapon, requiring the essence of heaven, earth, thunder and flames. Although it costs a lot, it is no longer shackles by talent and bones.
However, although it is good to refine gods into soldiers, there are also inherent constraints.
The fifth level of life treasure is to open the secret treasure of life, deeply develop the treasures of the human body, unearth the way of spirituality, and finally achieve transcendence.
Once the god is refined into a weapon, it is as if he has naturally eliminated the emptiness of the soul. The highest achievement is limited to the third level of vajra, and the fifth level of life treasure, which is hopeless and impossible for the rest of his life.
Cui Yuanzhou chose the heretic method of refining gods into soldiers, which was tantamount to severing his own path with his own hands.
From now on, no matter what kind of great opportunity or great achievements come to him, Cui Yuanzhou will only be at the third level of Vajra, unable to make any further progress.
Bai Shu's eyes looked a little regretful. He also didn't expect that Cui Yuanzhou would make such a choice after Tong Li Palace said goodbye.
But so.
Although it is unexpected, it is also reasonable.
In the fifth realm, he is already a giant, a hero in the human world.
Even though his teacher Wu Huai was trapped in the Vajra for many years, he almost died at the end of his life.
Cui Yuanzhou can use the method of refining gods to become weapons and practice to the perfection of Vajra. In the eyes of most people in the world, he is already a real good luck and a good life.
After all, the amount of losses required to refine a god into a soldier is astonishingly large, enough to overwhelm a small sect or a small family.
"Speaking of which, the last time we met, I concealed my face."
As soon as his mind changed, Bai Shu didn't dwell on the matter of asking soldiers, but brought up another matter.
"How come you recognized me at a glance?"
"Senior brother, don't you know yet? Mr. He has already spread the news about you all over the world."
Cui Yuanzhou shook his head:
"I heard from the teacher that before you were reincarnated, senior brother, you killed Duke He's wife. Duke He had been plotting against you for hundreds of years, and he finally divined a hint of the secret when senior brother broke through the Vajra phase.
As a member of Tianji Dao, senior brother, you have to be careful!"
Bai Shu listened and nodded silently.
While the two were talking, the Taiweishan disciples who had previously talked with Cui Yuanzhou also cast their eyes on Bai Shu out of curiosity.
A first-grade Vajra form, a Buddhist disciple of the Southern Zen sect, a Vajra state without leakage under twenty years old, a great sword practitioner...
The addition of these halos made Bai Shu's identity suddenly transcendent.
"Is he really ignorant? The reincarnation of that great Zen master?"
A beautiful woman with beaded hair and a dark cloak was smiling. She secretly glanced at Atractylodes, with a hint of unnatural blush appearing on her face.
Next to the beautiful woman stood a handsome young man wearing a Xuanwu crown and an ordinary girl with ordinary appearance.
Obviously, these three people are familiar with Cui Yuanzhou and are his companions.
Upon hearing the woman's message, the expressions on the other two people's faces changed, both of them looking a little unnatural.
Zen master, Taoist master.
Both of these titles can be received calmly by the masters of the holy places of Buddhism and Taoism.
But with the word "big" at the beginning, the meaning is completely different.
Throughout the ages, there has been only one Grand Master, and he came from Mount Taiwei.
There is also only one great Zen master, and he was the ignorant man who overpowered the Northern Zen sect a hundred years ago and almost unified the northern and southern Buddhist lineages.
"I don't believe in reincarnation!"
Catching a glimpse of the spring in his companion's eyes, the handsome man wearing a Xuanwu crown sneered and said via voice:
"The theory of reincarnation is illusory. Do you believe it? I don't believe it! This is probably the limelight released by the Vajra Temple to make this white art famous!"
The man with the Xuanwu Crown is named Tang Mo. He is a young hero in Taiwei Mountain. At only thirty-five years old, he has already passed through the inner demon tribulation of Yang Fu, and his cultivation has reached the level of Qi Xue.
Tang Mo secretly glared at Bai Shu, almost gritting his teeth. He just dared to be angry but dared not speak, and suppressed it forcefully.
Ever since he could remember, he had tried every means to please and flatter the women around him, but it was a pity that King Xiang intended to have the goddess be ruthless, so nothing came of it.
This time, the first time they met, the woman's eyes were almost glued to Baizhu, and she couldn't break away.
Tang Mo was so ashamed and angry that he almost broke his teeth.
"This bastard..."
Tang Mo was extremely angry: "Did this bastard practice some charm skills?"
aside.
Ignoring the spring in Mingxiu's eyes, Bai Shu pointed to the dozens of large ebony boxes on the ground and asked Cui Yuanzhou:
"Junior brother, what is this?"
"Box?" Hearing Baizhu suddenly mention it, Cui Yuanzhou was stunned, then quickly picked up the one in front of him and handed it to Baizhu.
"There is a human head in the box." Cui Yuanzhou said.
Opening the lid of the box, there was a pungent but cool breath, which spread out faintly. It was some kind of antiseptic spice, which Atractylodes had often smelled in the Sutra Pavilion of Fengshan Temple.
The old woman's face was ferocious, her white eyebrows were long and drooping, and there were traces of solidified blood stains on them, making her look particularly terrifying.
Baizhu wasn't surprised at all. He used his Shura Eyes and looked at the old woman's head carefully several times, but he only saw the faintest hint of cold sword light remaining in the damaged skull.
A sword.
It seems to be a sword with an owl head.
At Shura's current moment, Baizhu could even sense that it was a dim yellow sun. The old woman in the center of the yellow sun was staring. Before she could speak, a sword suddenly struck and killed her head.
That sword intent seems...
"The old lady is the elder of the Longyuan Li clan. She acted so boldly that she blocked the road halfway and was killed by Zhenjun Pei He."
The sound of the oriole coming out of the valley sounded sweetly, and the beautiful woman wearing an ink cloak saluted Bai Shu and said with a smile:
"Master, I have admired you for a long time."
"How dare you take the title of master?" Bai Shu clasped his hands together and said, "I just don't know why this Longyuan Li family came to stop the master of Taiwei Mountain?"
"Senior brother, this is Fairy Xu Wei, and she is also a good friend of mine."
Seeing Bai Shu mention it, Cui Yuanzhou hurriedly explained:
"Mr. He spread the news about you. Those who are enemies of you seem to have formed a secret alliance. I saw True Lord Pei He coming along and killed many of them with my own hands."
"Taiweishan and Jingang Temple are originally allies. Killing some young people should be considered as congratulations for the Master's Dharma Assembly."
Xu Wei responded with a smile: "Since these gangsters have bad intentions, it would be a shame to die!"
The lids of the boxes were opened one by one. The old man, the woman, and the young man even had the appearance of children, but without exception, they had strong auras, and most importantly, they also had the cultivation level of the Yang Fu realm.
Seeing the heads lying on the bottom of the box, Bai Shu fell silent for a moment.
"The person who wants to kill me..."
Bai Zhu said: "A lot?"
"A lot." Cui Yuanzhou nodded and sighed: "Senior brother, you should take shelter in the Vajra Temple and don't go out. I heard that the Holy Lord of Fuqiu Mountain has left the mountain gate and is coming to kill you in his true form!"
"...Okay."
After a few more words of conversation, Baizhu was about to say goodbye and leave.
Before leaving, he was stopped by Xu Wei.
"Master." The pretty beauty blinked: "Master, can you give me the message jade guide? I have recently been practicing a magical power, and there are many Buddhist scriptures and meanings. I am about to ask the master for advice."
Hey!
Baizhu understood instantly.
But when he took a step forward, the remaining traces of sword intent in those heads suddenly began to beat slightly, and a cold chill that came from nowhere suddenly arose in Baizhu's heart.
fbiwarning!
Under Xu Wei's surprised gaze, Bai Shu obediently took a step back and retracted the foot he had just taken.
"My senior brother Xu Yan, the Dharma of Buddhism is far more profound than mine."
Bai Zhu sneered and said, "I'll give you his Yugui."
"..." Xu Wei's smile froze on his face.
After Bai Shu left, Cui Yuanzhou, Xu Wei and others chatted for a few more words, each waiting for the elders in the main hall.
No one noticed that among the three Xu Wei, the ordinary-looking girl secretly intercepted the image of Baizhu with her spiritual consciousness and sent it into the messenger jade.
"master."
The girl sent a message: "Is it him?"
"It's him."
After waiting for a long time, Yu Gui finally received a response.
On Yu Gui's end, a soft and gentle female voice chuckled and spoke. The voice was lingering and endless, like wisps of thin smoke slowly passing over the fingertips, bringing the slightest itching:
"Good apprentice, trick him out of the Vajra Temple. The master will treat him well."
"But I..."
Before the girl finished her voice, Yu Gui suddenly flashed, and no more words came from the other end.
Annoyed!
bother!
The girl tugged at her hair anxiously. She thought about it in distress for a long time, then suddenly she slapped her thigh, and the thought suddenly came to her mind.
"Senior sister Fang...Fang Yue?"
Cui Yuanzhou, who was in a daze, was shocked by this move. He asked tremblingly:
"What's wrong with you?"
"I thought of a happy thing." The girl whose pseudonym was Fang Yue said expressionlessly: "Sure enough, my brain is full of inspiration!"
