But it was said that the two of them bypassed the water-dividing formation and successfully entered the Blue Wave Cold Pond and the Amethyst Palace. After several instructions, they just stepped into the palace garden when they heard a roar from behind. When they turned around, they saw a dragon.
The monster with the body of a lion is about five feet tall, covered in scales and armor, with huge eyes and a big mouth. There are two sharp fangs on the side of the mouth. It has a ferocious appearance and is intimidating to people.
Murong Feng exclaimed, wondering why such a ferocious beast suddenly appeared in this formation. Without thinking about anything, the Qingfeng Sword reached his fingertips, jumped up, and rushed forward with the sword. On the side, Ksitigarbha saw this scene,
He quickly transformed into a stream of light, shot out a Buddha seal, and stopped directly to meet Murong Feng, shouting: "Tianzun, wait a minute, this beast is my mount!"
Murong Feng stopped immediately after hearing this, looked at the ferocious monster up and down, and couldn't help but ask: "How could a Bodhisattva have such a ferocious murderer as his mount? It's really puzzling."
The Bodhisattva touched the head of the monster behind him and said: "This is the listening beast. The prototype is a white dog. Later, due to chance, he was enlightened by the Kirin, protected by the candle dragon, and blessed by the immortal lion. He is a Kirin, a dragon, and a lion.
The length of the beast. Although I saw that the face was ugly, it had a good temperament, and was enlightened by the divine beast. It had a pair of divine ears that could listen to eight hundred when sitting on the ground, and three thousand when lying down. It had the power to reach the heavens thoroughly, so I accepted it as a master.
Mount, given the name Di Ting, means listening well."
Murong Feng nodded and saw in front of him that the whole body of Di Ting was lying on the ground, nestling next to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He seemed to have turned into a docile kitten in an instant, completely unrelated to the ferocious appearance just now. The Bodhisattva cooed to the mythical beast beside him.
After a few words, I don't know what he said, he then said: "Tianzun, please come in. You must pick the Nine-turn Phantom Soul Grass yourself to exert its maximum effect."
The two of them walked slowly around the path of the garden. They saw that the garden was not the only sacred object like the Nine-turn Phantom Soul Grass. They scanned the surroundings with their spiritual thoughts and saw that there were countless treasures hidden under a thin layer of soil.
Yams and ginseng that are more than a century old can be seen everywhere, and there are some thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and thousand-year-old deer antlers every now and then. Although Murong Feng was attracted by these elixirs, he was not greedy for money at this moment, so he used his true energy to eliminate this evil thought.
After pressing it down, the two walked along the path to the center, and finally saw a large circular flower bed, enclosing an open space in the middle.
The Bodhisattva took a breath and said: "Tianzun, this is the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass."
Murong Feng looked around and saw nothing but an open space in the circular flower bed. He wondered: "Bodhisattva, where is the Phantom Soul Grass here?"
The Bodhisattva shook his head and said: "Tianzun, the Phantom Soul Grass is a product of the Great Dao, so it naturally has its corresponding protective measures. For the Nine-turn Phantom Soul Grass, those with impure hearts cannot see it. Tianzun is here to take it away.
It is to pull it out of the mud, which is no different from taking the fish out of the water, and the fish will die without water. Although the soul grass will not die without the soil, it will definitely be damaged. Now naturally it will not die.
I wish you could see it."
Murong Feng snorted, looking slightly angry, and said: "Bodhisattva, I have worked so hard to come to this sea of blood in the underworld, do you think I want to return empty-handed?"
"Tianzun, don't worry. As a world-level god, your life depends on the survival of a world, so you are naturally superior. I believe that if you can have a heart-to-heart relationship with Soul Grass, you will naturally be able to see him."
"To have a heart-to-heart relationship? To have a heart-to-heart relationship with a piece of grass?" Murong Feng asked with a frown.
The Bodhisattva said: "Tianzun, please don't underestimate this Nine-turn Soul Grass. This Soul Grass is a veritable product of the Great Dao. There are not more than ten trees in Xuantian. Besides, every flower and every grass is a life. Since there is life, there is thinking."
, as long as you blend it with your heart, everything in the world has spirituality, the singing of mountain animals and birds, the shaking of flowers and trees are all a kind of communication. Now, it’s just that the Heavenly Lord has not yet glimpsed this realm."
Murong Feng felt that Ksitigarbha's words were reasonable. On the road of spiritual practice, he had always emphasized the integration of the heart and nature, and the unity of heaven and man. Since heaven and man can be integrated into one, then all living things in this world are also
Being part of the way of heaven, it is naturally possible to become one with one's own mind. So thousands of people asked: "Bodhisattva, I don't know how to become one with the mind of the soul grass?"
Ksitigarbha said: "The soul grass is one of Xuantian's ten sacred objects. It is a direct product of the Wuji Dao. It is generally used to suppress the six paths of all walks of life and has the effect of endless life. The soul grass belongs to Wuji, and Wuji means Yuanyuan.
It is the artistic conception. The poor monk saw that Tianzun has superb musical skills. If he can use the strings in his hand to play a piece of music that is full of vitality and profound artistic conception, it will definitely be able to unite with Huncao's thoughts."
After hearing this, Murong Feng thanked the Bodhisattva for his guidance, walked to the center of the flower garden, sat cross-legged, and thought for a moment, but in the end he could not come up with a song that was both lively and profound, so he asked: "Bodhisattva
, if the tune is full of vitality, it must be a cheerful and entertaining piece, such as the middle section of "Nishang Yuyi Song". If the artistic conception is far-reaching, it must be a pastoral scene, such as "Qingjiao", but
This combination of joy and distance is difficult to reconcile."
The Bodhisattva said: "Elmhead, can vitality only refer to human nature? Isn't the vitality of nature not vitality? If there is natural vitality, coupled with the long-term mood, how can it not be in harmony?"
Murong Feng paused, blushed and said, "Hey, I'd like to ask Bodhisattva for advice."
The Bodhisattva said: "I have a song here, which was composed by Guo Chuwang, my master of Xuanling music, and it is called "Xiao.
Yishan Mountain was covered by clouds, which led him to praise the beautiful mountains and rivers. However, the country was in danger and the times were changing. He felt deeply about it, so he composed "Xiao. Xiangshui Clouds" to express his feelings. The first part of the music is lyrical and unrestrained,
It is quiet and pleasant, and it mainly focuses on the distant future. The second part is surging and exciting, thrilling and soul-stirring, and it mainly focuses on the vitality. The whole song is a blend of scenes, with the scenery of rushing clouds and water and the vastness of my mind complementing each other, which is in line with the principle of long-term vitality."
The Bodhisattva closed his hands and shot a spiritual thought into Murong Feng's mind. Murong Feng sat upright, feeling every twist and turn in the melody, and really clapped his hands in joy. When he was young, Murong Feng said: "I have mastered this piece of music, wait for me to play it.
, have a heart-to-heart relationship with the Soul Grass."
After speaking, Murong Feng immediately nodded slightly, touched the strings with both hands, and started playing. At the beginning, the music was lively and melodious, but there was a leisurely state. In the middle part, the music continued to play, but I felt the wind blowing from the sky.
It is melodious, with the exciting tone of thunder and trembling. The music is near and far away, urgent and slow, high and low, like mountains and rivers, clouds and flying cranes. There is a faint feeling of separation lingering in my heart.
Murong Feng realized on the spot that the combination of vitality and remoteness was this indifferent mood of separation!
By the time of his death in the later period, he could not help but sing loudly: "The waves in the Dongting are filled with wild geese, the wind is rustling in the wild green. The floating clouds are rolling in the mist, the bright moon is shining, Jingnan is in Zhaobei, Jieshi is in Xiao. Hunan."
Seeing Hu An's skill as if practicing, knowing that the sword of Han Dynasty is as good as frost, if you try to climb high, your eyes will be as high as possible, but it will never change and your intestines will..."
As the music became melodious and melodious, the music reached its peak without realizing it. Murong Feng's eyes lit up, and his consciousness suddenly became clear. After looking closely, he saw that on the originally empty grassland, there were suddenly embroidered grasses of five colors blooming.
The glass light dazzled the eyes. This grass was exquisite, only a square inch in size, crystal clear, small and exquisite, and instantly beautiful. Murong Feng was filled with joy and asked: "Bodhisattva, is this five-color glazed grass the nine-turn phantom soul grass?"
The Bodhisattva smiled and said: "It is the Phantom Soul Grass."
Murong Feng couldn't help being happy, and regardless of the music played by his men, he stood up straight and wanted to get the grass of the phantom soul. At this moment, the Bodhisattva behind him hurriedly stopped him and said: "God, wait a minute! Wait for me first."
The celestial eye observes the people under the formation and waits until everything is ready before taking the grass."
After hearing this, Murong Feng had no choice but to give up and said: "What the Bodhisattva said is true. Be careful when sailing the ten thousand year ship. Only by being more cautious can you nip the trouble in the bud."
The Bodhisattva nodded, sat cross-legged, and golden light suddenly bloomed all over his body, forming a sword-like ray of light that shuttled towards the soil under his feet. After a while, he opened his eyes and said: "The people under the formation were severely injured by the music, and are now cultivating.
, we get grass quickly.”
Murong Feng hummed and said: "I will go and get it now, and the Bodhisattva will follow." After saying that, he saw the colorful clouds under his feet kicking, and he crossed several miles and stopped steadily next to the Nine-turn Magic Soul Grass. At this moment,
Murong Feng looked at the square-inch glazed grass, and his heart suddenly felt sour. The corners of his eyes were already moist. Luofeng, the eldest brother had found the Phantom Soul Grass! Suddenly, the image of the four people wandering about life and death on the road to the sky suddenly appeared in front of him.
In the scene, before I knew it, my hand had touched the Nine-turn Magic Soul Grass. I wanted to stroke it lightly, but with a slight exertion, the Magic Soul Grass melted in my hand and I pulled it out in one go!
Murong Feng was in a trance and glanced at the deep hole under the grass roots. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. At this moment, a red light suddenly burst out from the hole, which was no bigger than a fingernail.
, there was a pain in his burning eyes. Murong Feng was suddenly awakened by the fire. He pulled out the soul grass without using any force at all, and did not pour any magic power into it!
Murong Feng only felt a fear that he had never experienced before welling up in his heart. He quickly gathered his luck and skill on his fingertips and blocked the hole. But in this ten thousandth of a second, the whole Netherworld sea changed color and thunder roared.
The crystal palace was surging, and it was like a magnitude 12 earthquake, with the sky shaking and the earth shaking. Behind him, Bodhisattva shouted: "Tianzun, why don't you pour magic power into the hole!"
After saying that, he quickly flew forward, took up the seal, and tried to seal the hole. Murong Feng was speechless for a moment, cursing himself endlessly in his heart, why was he not concentrating just now? Can he not be concentrating in this situation?
?Thinking, he took out his hand and slapped himself hard.
The Bodhisattva shouted: "Now is not the time for you to blame yourself. Use all your magic power to block the hole!"
With a thought, Murong Feng stood directly in the avenue. In an instant, all the skills around his body, 120% of Qingfeng's true energy, 120% of Qingfeng's sword intention, earth, water, fire, wind, and thousands of pine organs, came out.
! Seeing that the entire Amethyst Palace was shaking more and more violently, Amethyst's ground had already been shattered. The two of them tried their best to support it, but they couldn't withstand the red fire energy the size of a fingernail!
Boom! Evil fire shot up into the sky, and the two of them were directly ejected!
Seeing this, the Bodhisattva took out the prayer beads in his hand without thinking, and swung it towards Murong Feng. The beads immediately surrounded Murong Feng, and then the Bodhisattva shouted: "God, leave quickly, go to Thirty-Three Heavens to inform the ancestors!!"