Monk Yuande said: "It is better to take refuge in our Da Miao Lian Temple and become a lay disciple of the Da Miao Lian Temple."
"This..." The two of them hesitated.
Monk Yuande asked: "Do the two donors want to remain disciples of the Nine-Yuan Sect forever, immersed in the sea of suffering, and don't want to look back?"
"This..." The two of them were worried that if they disagreed, they would be subdued by Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande is sitting on a stone.
The stones were located on the beach, and the surging river water surged onto the beach from time to time, almost touching them.
They sat on the beach and felt no softness at all. They only felt that their bodies were extremely heavy and they could not exert any strength.
In this situation, the two of them cannot escape.
Of course, it is even more impossible to fight for life with the Yuande Divine Monk. Not to mention the current situation, even under normal circumstances, the two of them are no match for each other.
"The two donors have decided to take refuge in my Buddha." Monk Yuande smiled: "Then I will take you into the Great Miaolian Temple today."
"Master..." A middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "If we don't agree, master will kill us, right?"
"Amitabha, how wonderful." Monk Yuande Heshi proclaimed the Buddha's name, shook his head and said: "I will not kill you..."
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Monk Yuande said: "The poor monk doesn't know what the two donors have done. Even though they are disciples of the Jiuyuan Sect, they will not kill them rashly."
The two of them smiled.
Monk Yuande said: "It will only abolish the martial arts of the two donors and prevent them from doing evil. It can also be considered as doing a good thing for the people of the world."
The smiles on their faces froze.
"There is no need for the two benefactors to be angry and unwilling. Each drink and one peck are determined beforehand. It is also fate that the poor monk met the two benefactors here."
"Master, abolish our martial arts, and if our enemies come to find us, we will definitely die."
"Amitabha, that's so good." Monk Yuande sighed.
The two wanted to look at him.
Monk Yuande said: "After I eliminate the two benefactors, I will send them to a hidden place to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, where no one can find them. It will be a beautiful thing to live in old age."
The two of them immediately sighed in despair.
They finally figured out that Monk Yuande would never let them go. He would either take refuge in the Great Miaolian Temple, or he would be disabled in martial arts and shrink into a mountain forest to live out his remaining days.
They have no other choice.
The two looked at each other, their eyes twinkling.
If you convert and enter the Great Miaolian Temple, there is still a chance of survival. At least you can repent and join the Jiuyuan Holy Sect again.
But if your martial arts skills are abolished, it will be completely over, or your enemies will come to you. Even if your enemies don't come to you, you will still be worried all day long. How can you live your life? Life is worse than death!
Therefore, the two of them only have one choice.
"Master, in order to repay Master for saving your life, we take refuge!"
"Amitabha, that's good!" Monk Yuande nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, let's tell the poor monk about the young leader in detail."
"this……"
"What do you usually like to eat, Young Master?"
"..."
Monk Yuande looked at the two of them gently and did not urge them.
The two of them were filled with bitterness and helplessness.
Is this considered a certificate of submission?
If you don't tell the truth, or don't want to tell the truth, and don't sell out the Young Master, you won't be a sincere convert, and maybe Master Yuande will have no choice but to destroy you.
What a Yuande divine monk, he speaks well, is tactful and polite, and his methods are equally ruthless, no less than that of the young leader.
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande said: "A poor monk is not as good as the young leader."
The two of them were startled, and their expressions changed slightly.
Monk Yuande said: "The poor monk knows a little about people's hearts. It would be best if the two donors don't lie."
Their expressions became increasingly bitter.
I was eaten to death by the Yuande Divine Monk.
He couldn't even lie if he wanted to, let alone have a strange and subtle thought. He could only reply honestly if he wanted to survive.
As for whether he will be hunted down by the Nine Yuan Holy Sect, he no longer cares about it.
Will Daimyorenji Temple at least ensure its own safety?
Fakong suddenly flashed and appeared on the top of a mountain peak.
This mountain peak is about 300 meters high. The wind is howling and the purple gold cassocks are rustling. The wind here is very strong.
While the purple gold cassock was rolling and floating, Fa Kong stood firmly on the top of the mountain, looking down at a small mountain village below.
There is a small river in front of this small mountain village and a hill behind it.
Small courtyards were built along the hillside, housing two hundred families.
In the center of the village is a school, where a group of children are reading with their heads bouncing, and the sound of books is audible.
A handsome middle-aged man sat in the lecture hall opposite some thirty children, shaking his head as if listening to others reading or dozing off.
Who would have thought that this enlightening teacher in the school turned out to be an old man of nine yuan?
Who would have thought that Old Man Jiuyuan would hide in such a small mountain village?
A small mountain village in the mountains is most easily overlooked by people, and this nine-yuan old man usually lives here and is not hiding temporarily.
No one in the village knew that the usually handsome teacher was actually a 700-year-old nine-yuan man.
Fakong took out a piece of spirit tortoise shell from his arms and looked at it intently.
After a while, he took back the tortoise shell with a solemn expression.
What you see before you is different from what you saw before.
This old man of nine yuan is indeed a very evil man. No wonder he can survive to this day. He must have experienced a lot of sieges and killings.
The clairvoyance is combined with the spirit tortoise shell to deduce, and the result is different every time.
Every time he performs a kind of martial arts, Old Man Jiuyuan will use a method to deal with it.
He used his interrogating finger, but when the old man Jiuyuan was about to point his finger, he suddenly turned sideways to avoid it.
Little Sword Control Technique, when he was about to hit the sword, Old Man Jiuyuan suddenly avoided it.
With the God's Palm of Cutting the Sky, Old Man Jiuyuan's body suddenly became like fine steel, and he blocked the strike forcefully.
The old man Jiuyuan received the sword of karma and was unharmed. It seemed that he had not committed any sin and that no karma had burned his body.
The immobilizing spell only made Old Man Jiuyuan sluggish for a moment, and then the immobilizing spell was broken and he could move freely.
As the Fayan Sect's words are spoken, Old Man Jiuyuan only hesitated for a moment and then acted freely.
Phoenix Resentment, Old Man Nine Yuan's three-piece set of Tian Yuan Bao Armor was still able to defend against it, even though his clothes were in shreds and he was quite embarrassed.
Through these deductions, Fakong concluded that the reason why Old Man Jiuyuan was so invulnerable to all evil was due to mental differences.
He still hasn't been able to completely see through Old Man Nine Yuan.
Old Man Jiuyuan's spiritual sea was like chaos.
Fakong even had an astonishing guess as to whether the void in the mind of the Nine-Yuan Old Man was like his own. Even if it could not be the Medicine Buddha, it was probably some kind of divine being.
That's why he can live to be over seven hundred years old, surpass his predecessors, and use the method of successfully seizing a body.
This is also the reason why Fakong did not let the national teacher Benyin come to help.
He was very greedy for this secret.
Fakong stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the small mountain village. He only glanced at Old Man Jiuyuan once, and spent the rest of the time observing the small mountain village.
Don’t let go of every home, every place, and even every tree.
He disappeared in a flash without a trace.
The bright moon is in the sky.
The clear light spreads all over the sky.
It also fell into Ning Zhenzhen’s small courtyard.
Ning Zhenzhen, dressed in white as snow, with a faint smile on her beautiful face, handed a cup of tea to Fakong: "What are you busy with, senior brother?"
Fakong sat down and took the snow porcelain tea cup, took a sip of tea, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I can take it easy."
"Are you busy with Old Man Jiuyuan?"
"Exactly." Fakong said: "There is also the matter of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect."
Ning Zhenzhen pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Master Yuan De agreed to pretend to be Zhu Yuquan?"
Fa Kong nodded.
"That's interesting." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "One is an eminent monk and the other is an evil young leader. Can he really pretend to be good?"
"One good and one evil, one yang and one yin, I think he will do an excellent job." Fakong said: "It's the best."
"Then I'll be relieved." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile.
Fakong said: "Junior sister, you should agree. This is a rare opportunity. It's a pity."
Ning Zhenzhen chuckled and said, "I don't want to dwell on it forever. This feeling is too painful, so I'd better stay away from it."
Fakong shook his head.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "The most important thing is that I am afraid that if I ruin my state of mind, I will destroy my wisdom and clarity of mind."
The most important thing for her to have a clear mind is transparency. If she keeps struggling with the lack of transparency, it will distort her state of mind and lead to a decline in the state of a clear mind, which will no longer be perfect.
Fakong said: "Junior sister, it seems that you don't have the true inheritance."
"What is the true story?"
"Isn't there anyone with your clear mind who can practice more deeply?" Fakong said: "The practice is over when it reaches perfection?"
"What else is there to practice?" Ning Zhenzhen was puzzled.
Fakong shook his head and said: "According to my speculation, your cultivation method is wrong. Always brush it frequently to prevent it from being stained with dust. This is the preliminary cultivation method. This is the method you are using now."
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly, with surprise on his face.
Is it true that one method is universal and all methods are universal, and the senior brother actually knows the method of practicing his own wisdom and enlightenment?
Fakong said: "But after reaching the state of perfection, it is no longer appropriate to use this method, otherwise it will stop moving forward and it will be difficult to go deeper."
"Senior brother, I have reached Consummation."
"There is Dzogchen beyond perfection." Fakong shook his head: "There is still a higher level, and it has not yet reached the realm of Ru Ru."
"Is there more?" Ning Zhenzhen was dubious.
Fakong nodded: "Yes."
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Then how to practice to the next level?"
"If you don't break it, you won't stand it. If you break it, you will stand it." Fakong said: "After going through some hardships and hardships, a more stable mind mirror will be formed, and the wisdom and heart will become clearer."
Ning Zhenzhen frowned her dark eyebrows, her beautiful eyes flashed like sparkling lake water in the sun.
Fakong lowered his head and sipped tea.
This is what he got from the Pearl of Memory.
The wisdom of the clear mind was born out of the wisdom of the Great Round Mirror, but it is better than the wisdom of the great round mirror. The founder of Mingyue'an who created the wisdom of the clear mind is truly amazing and brilliant, shocking the past and the present.
The reason why he didn't tell Ning Zhenzhen before was because his wisdom heart was not clear and perfect enough. Now that it is completely perfect, the time has come to enlighten him.
The failure before consummation is the real failure. It is almost impossible to achieve consummation.
The destruction after consummation is another kind of reconstruction.
Once we have the original foundation, we can rebuild on this foundation and achieve perfection again. Of course, it is more difficult to achieve perfection, but once it is completed, it will be even stronger.
"Broken and then established..." Ning Zhenzhen chewed on these four words, her eyes twinkling.
Fakong saw that she had understood.
Ning Zhenzhen's understanding is astonishing. Now that the time has come, just a few words is enough to trigger her spiritual light.
He didn't disturb Ning Zhenzhen, he just drank tea quietly.
After finishing the cup of tea, Ning Zhenzhen still maintained her original posture, her bright eyes sparkling with light, and she entered a state of concentration.
Her jade hand stopped in front of the tea cup. It was as green as jade and her fingers were slightly bent, as if holding a nephrite.
The oval-shaped nails are full and shiny like jade, and the fingertips are only about one centimeter away from the tea cup.