Lu Yu taught Song Anqi his literary style, and he was just happy to see the talent.
Song Anqi's own qualifications were not very high, but Lu Yu discovered that Song Anqi's literary and moral cultivation was particularly solid.
This solidity depends on Song Anqi's literary style in her conversation.
If I hadn't kept reading and read hard in the cold window, this kind of literary style would never have emerged.
Lu Yu has the laws of Confucianism and Taoism, so he naturally has the responsibility of ancient literary sages to teach and receive karma. If he imparts this knowledge to others, he will also gain merit.
As a roar sounded behind Lu Yu, little bits of brilliance poured into the Dharma Aura.
This is the power of faith and the merits that Lu Yu possesses.
The addition of merit can not only increase the speed of cultivation and improve qualifications, but can also vaguely affect one's own destiny, which has many benefits.
"You actually know so much, no wonder you can become a disciple of a saint."
Song Anqi raised her head and looked at Lu Yu with bright eyes, a hint of admiration.
Both Lu Yu's methods and his profound knowledge left a deep impression on her.
"Improve your strength as soon as possible. This world will soon change." Lu Yu said, but did not explain much.
When he reached this state, it was no longer something Song Anqi could understand.
Lu Yu had a vague premonition that after this journey to the sky, the entire lower realm would undergo earth-shaking changes.
"The golden seal of the Southern Wilderness Shepherd has been broken, but it doesn't matter. When I take control of the ancient heaven, I will naturally have a way to forgive this sinful land, so that everyone here can cultivate to a higher realm."
Lu Yu just broke the golden seal of the Dark Buddha, but he didn't feel any regret.
If you do it, you do it. If you regret it again, it will only increase your troubles.
On the other side, Ming Yi's speed was very poor. With the people of the Demon Sect, he quickly swept through Xiao Xitian.
After those splendid Buddhist temples were torn down, everyone saw that there were countless dungeons hidden beneath them, with mountains of bones and rivers of blood inside.
What these monks practice is no longer authentic Buddhism, but has become an evil practice.
They strengthen themselves by sacrificing people's lives and qualifications, and the people they capture often end up worse than death under endless torture.
The Nether Demon Sect was still in the dungeon and found some people who were still alive.
It's just that these living people have become walking zombies, their eyes are numb.
Some people have even lost their limbs and are lying in a pile of flesh and blood, waiting to die alone.
"Damn, the world says we are demons, but they don't expect these monks to be more ruthless than us!" A demonic cultivator spit on the ground.
Lu Yu said in a deep voice: "Rescue these people and try to protect their lives with elixirs."
After doing all this, Lu Yu once again gained some merit.
It's just that these merits are not that obvious.
Many people imprisoned here are already determined to die. Even if Lu Yu saves them, these people will not be grateful.
"I heard that Buddhism emphasizes compassion and not killing. Why are these Buddhists so cruel?" Song Anqi frowned.
Lu Yu said: "This group of monster monks practice the Yin Buddha Tantric Kung Fu. They do not respect the precepts and do not talk about reincarnation. They are all about themselves and use the name of Buddhism to practice evil practices."
Lu Yu's heart suddenly flashed across the dark Buddha statue behind him.
With his current strength, he still cannot completely eliminate this dark Buddha statue.
But when he breaks through to the human immortality, this mark will naturally be resolved with the passage of time.