"No need to be polite!" Wen Yinyue gently brushed her lotus-colored sleeves and said coldly: "Go in, master and uncle are waiting for you."
"Yes." Li Muchan said respectfully.
He was quite scratching his head about this senior sister.
In front of her, his telepathy failed, and her heart was clear and calm, as if there was no sadness, no joy, no anger, no sorrow, and no human emotions.
As long as she is human, she will never be like this. Obviously, she has practiced the secret method.
Although the master has a bright smile, is as beautiful as a peach and plum, charming and alluring, his heart is clear and calm, just like the senior sister Wen Yinyue.
Obviously, the root cause lies in the martial arts practiced by the two people, and the Miaolian Sutra is indeed mysterious and unpredictable.
What made him even more scratching his head was that this senior sister was hostile to him. He couldn't figure it out, and his mental skills were of no use. He could only try his best to guess.
But the contact is too little, and it is just the tip of the iceberg. It is really fanciful to want to see the whole picture. The only solution now is to stop quietly, wait for the water to fall, and look at the rocks.
Li Muchan turned sideways and motioned for Wen Yinyue to go ahead. She glanced lightly and without saying anything, walked directly to the front and led him into the house.
Master Zhuzhao and Master Zhumei were playing chess in the room.
The two of them sat face to face at the Eight Immortals table, concentrating on each other. There was a chessboard on the table. They frowned and stared at the chessboard. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue came in, but they didn't move.
Wen Yinyue pointed to the high-backed chair. Li Muchan nodded and sat down. Wen Yinyue also pulled up a chair and sat at the table to watch the chess game.
When Li Muchan saw this, he also stood up and came over to watch, but was given a cold sideways glance by Wen Yinyue.
Li Muchan pretended not to notice, stood beside Master Zhumei, and stared at the chessboard with his head down.
He was extremely skilled in chess, and he knew at a glance that his master was defeated, so he walked up to Master Zhuzhao and pondered over how to solve the problem.
He was quite surprised. He thought his master was in the lead, but in fact it was just the opposite. His master's chess style was steady and stable, as steady as a mountain or a rock, which was completely different from her behavior.
Master Zhumei looks gentle and kind, but the chess style is fierce and the attacks are like waves, one after another, seemingly endless, trying to devour the master.
You can tell a person by watching chess, Li Muchan thought to himself, it’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. If someone he didn’t know looked at the chessboard, he would definitely get the two of them wrong.
Wen Yinyue glanced coldly, Li Muchan pretended not to know, just frowned in thought.
After a while, Master Zhuzhao and Master Zhumei raised their heads. Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Zhanran, you can also play chess?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Know a thing or two."
"Come, come here, you can get off for me!" Master Zhuzhao waved and pointed to his chair.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master, I won't be embarrassed in these few times, right?"
"You were at a disadvantage, but you defeated the senior sister for me!" Master Zhuzhao smiled sweetly.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded slowly.
Master Zhuzhao stood up, vacated the chair, and pushed Li Muchan into it.
Li Muchan sat opposite Master Zhumei, joined in the tithe, and said: "Uncle, this disciple is going to offend me."
Master Zhumei's eyes sparkled like gems, and he chuckled: "Okay, if you die for your master, I will accept it!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Uncle, the winner has not yet been decided. Who will live is still unknown!"
Master Zhumei chuckled lightly and stretched out his hand: "Okay, come on, I want to see what you can do!"
Li Muchan picked up a white chess piece, looked at her with a smile, then gently put it on the chessboard and slowly took back his hand.
Master Zhumei stared at his hand. When the chess piece fell, she frowned and thought for a while, then looked up with a look of surprise.
Master Zhuzhao raised his eyebrows and felt surprised.
This move of chess seemed to come from the sky, sudden and unexpected.
Master Zhumei thought for a while and then slowly responded. Li Muchan quickly took the next step. Master Zhumei thought for a while and also took a step.
Li Muchan was smiling all the time, with a well-thought-out plan in his mind, and he was able to handle the situation with ease, while Master Zhumei was always serious, thinking hard, and exhausting all his energy.
After about a stick of incense, Li Muchan put down the last chess piece and said with a smile: "Uncle, I accept it!"
Master Zhumei laughed, shook his head, put the black chess piece back into the box, and said, "What a Zhanran!"
Master Zhuzhao chuckled and said: "Senior sister, you have suppressed me for half my life, and today I am finally proud of myself. It's so happy, cackle!"
Master Zhumei chuckled lightly: "Zhanran played the chess game very skillfully... he played it freely and without leaving any traces. He is really brilliant!"
Li Muchan smiled modestly and looked indifferent.
He understood in his heart that by watching chess and knowing people, master and uncle were testing their own character.
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Zhanran, I heard that you passed one level a day, and now you have reached the third level?"
"Yes, Master." Li Muchan nodded.
"Well, you are now famous throughout the sect, and no one knows about it." Master Zhuzhao chuckled.
Li Muchan said: "Master, I feel like I'm trying to be tricky. The Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill is meant to train the body and doesn't rely much on internal strength."
"Well, as long as you understand." Master Zhu Zhao said with a smile.
She looked Li Muchan up and down and said, "However, since you have passed two levels, it means that the foundation of your body has been laid, and you can practice the door mind method."
Li Muchan's heart moved and he was faintly excited.
Master Zhuzhao stroked her slender, white chin and said thoughtfully: "Well... Zhanran, what kind of martial arts do you want to learn?"
"I heard that Master's unique teaching is the Miaolian Sutra." Li Muchan said.
Master Zhuzhao smiled half-heartedly: "Do you want to learn the Miaolian Sutra?"
Li Muchan asked: "Can men learn?"
Master Zhuzhao chuckled lightly and shook his head: "You can't learn the Wonderful Lotus Sutra. Only a daughter can practice it... However, I also have a wonderful volume called the Daming King Sutra. Do you want to learn it?
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Li Muchan smiled and asked: "How about comparing it to the Miaolian Sutra?"
Master Zhuzhao said with a full smile: "If you can cultivate it successfully, it will be a hundred times better than the Miaolian Sutra!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Has anyone ever succeeded in cultivation?"
As soon as he thought about it, he knew that this sutra was so powerful but was not shown to the world. It must be extremely difficult to practice and impossible to achieve, just like the magical power of indestructibility.
Master Zhuzhao shook his head: "This sutra has been in our Canghai Sword Sect for hundreds of years, and no one has mastered it."
Li Muchan laughed, shook his head and sighed: "Master thinks too highly of his disciples!... The predecessors couldn't succeed in cultivation, and I'm afraid that I won't succeed either."
"Zhanran, this idea of yours is outrageous!" Master Zhuzhao chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "Only by building a great cause that has not yet been accomplished by our predecessors can we be a man with a big heart!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Are you a manly man... I still have self-awareness!"
Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look: "Hmph, since you can cultivate the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, how can you belittle yourself?!"
"Master, it was just a coincidence. I can't take it seriously." Li Muchan shook his head and smiled.
Master Zhuzhao’s eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she said sweetly: “Don’t be nagging!… Starting from today, you will practice the Daming King Sutra!”
Li Muchan looked at her, then looked at Master Zhumei, casting a look for help.
Master Zhumei smiled softly and said: "Zhanran, your master will not harm you. Practice first and see if it doesn't work. It's not too late to change to other mental methods after entering the inner sect."
"Yes, thank you very much, uncle." Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief.
"You little monk, you really want to be beaten!" Master Zhuzhao was too coquettish and rolled his eyes at him.
Li Muchan smiled, bowed his head and said nothing.
Wen Yinyue glanced at him coldly, with a strange look on her cold yet charming face.
Master Zhumei stood up and said: "Junior sister, please teach Zhanran the Heart Technique. Yinyue and I will leave first."
Master Zhuzhao nodded and said, "Well, you might as well go first."
Li Muchan personally sent Master Zhumei and Wen Yinyue away. Before leaving, Wen Yinyue took another deep look at him, her eyes cold.
Li Muchan was confused, why did the senior sister treat him like this?
The problem should lie in the Ming Dynasty Sutra. I don’t know what this sutra has to do with it. Could it be that having learned the Ming Dynasty Sutra by myself would threaten her status?
If nothing else happens, the next generation leader of the Canghai Sword Sect should be the senior sister. And if I learn the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, will anything happen?
Think about it and shake your head. Canghai Sword Sect is a women's sect. In any case, you can't be the leader. Besides, judging from the appearance of the senior sister, she is not greedy for power.
He thought for a while, shook his head, ignored it, and would figure it out later.
Turning around and entering the house, Master Zhuzhao sat on the couch and said with a chuckle: "Zhan Ran, the Great Ming King Sutra comes from the west of the Snow Mountain. It is said that it was passed down by King Ming himself."
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, he couldn't believe these words.
Master Zhuzhao chuckled and said: "I have tried to practice before, but it didn't work. Zhanran, you give it a try, maybe you can really succeed."
Li Muchan said: "Isn't the Daming King Sutra a mental method for men to cultivate?"
"Well, that's true." Master Zhuzhao nodded and chuckled: "Maybe the reason why I can't practice is because I'm a girl."
Li Muchan agreed with a smile.
Master Zhu Zhao turned his bright eyes, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Okay, stop giving me the ecstasy soup and sit down!"
Li Muchan sat cross-legged opposite her.
Master Zhuzhao said: "I will teach you the mudra first. Through the mudra, you can understand its mystery carefully."
After saying that, her fair and delicate little hands formed a mudra, with a graceful and moving posture, and placed them in the Dantian position, motionless, and suddenly gave birth to a somewhat solemn and wonderful look.
Li Muchan knew it right away. He had a background in meditation, was quite proficient in mudra, and his fingers were very flexible. He then formed a mudra and placed it under the Dantian.
Master Zhuzhao looked at it and nodded: "Well, it turns out that my understanding is not bad. Let's read it again."
After that, she made another mudra with her little hands, and Li Muchan followed suit. This time, he made no mistakes at all, just like she did it herself, with the same rhythm.
Master Zhuzhao nodded with satisfaction and said: "There is another spell, Nawu... Sanmanduo... Fazheluo... Nan... Han..."
Her voice was soft, round, and charming, but when she pronounced these sounds, it was as if she was a different person. Her voice was deep and broad, as if it was coming from afar.
Li Muchan recited it again.
Master Zhuzhao corrected his pronunciation word by word and said: "This mantra cannot be wrong. A slight deviation can lead to a mistake of thousands of miles."
Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "Master, let me read the classics of the Ming Dynasty, so that I can learn them faster."
Master Zhuzhao thought for a while and said, "Okay, just wait a while!"
After that, he floated down on the bed and disappeared into a puff of smoke.
A moment later, she appeared again, holding a wooden box in her hand, which was about the same size as a large dictionary in later generations, and placed it directly in front of Li Muchan.
The dark brown wooden box has a faint luster, revealing a hint of mystery.
Master Zhuzhao took out the necklace from her arms. There was a circle on the chain. She pressed the ring into a round hole. There was a "pop" sound, and the wooden box moved and bounced open.
The bright yellow silk cloth has faded and turned dark. There are some long rectangular leaves on the silk cloth, green in color, with densely packed characters engraved on them.
Li Muchan was surprised: "Baye Sutra?"
Master Zhuzhao chuckled lightly and said, "Do you believe it now?"
Li Muchan nodded slowly. The shell tree is unique to the west of the Snowy Mountains and cannot grow in the Central Plains. This sutra was obviously passed down from the west of the Snowy Mountains. There is no doubt.
Master Zhuzhao said: "The above is in Sanskrit, can you recognize it?"
Li Muchan nodded. He had studied Sanskrit before, and his master, Master Faxing, had a Sanskrit Diamond Sutra among his relics.
Master Zhu Zhao pointed his finger: "Then take a look, be careful not to damage it."
Judging from her appearance, she was not careful, walking on thin ice, as if she did not cherish these Bay-leaf scriptures.
But Li Muchan understood that she must be extremely worried. He didn't expect to be so reassured about him and so open-minded, even a man couldn't match it.
He held a piece of bay leaf between his index and middle fingers, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. After a while, he picked up a second piece, with a solemn look on his face, and read all fifty-six pieces in one breath.
After reading it, he carefully put it down, closed the wooden box, and sighed: "Master, I'm afraid it won't work!"
After reading the entire Sutra of the Great Ming Dynasty, he understood the mystery of this sutra. It was as if he was facing a snow-capped mountain, looking at it with fear and smiling bitterly.
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and glared, and said coquettishly: "Don't be verbose, a manly man has no ambitions at all! ... It seems difficult, but once you get started, it will become easy!"
She first reprimanded, then gave gentle words of comfort, and used all her methods to force Li Muchan to submit.
Seeing this, Li Muchan nodded helplessly: "Oh... I'll give it a try!"
"That's right!" Master Zhuzhao smiled brightly and patted him on the shoulder: "Try to practice, but if it really doesn't work, then learn other things, how can master treat you badly?!"
"I obey, Master!" Li Muchan took a deep breath and forced a smile.
Master Zhu Zhao was so refreshed that he smiled and said, "Okay, just practice hard. There's no need to rush."
After saying that, Yingying stood up and left the small courtyard.