Chapter 158: Sharpening the sword, the youth keeps his original intention
The green mountains are far away, and the remaining rays of the setting sun remain.
old tree.
Dusky crow.
Craftsman's shop.
The one-armed man wields a hammer.
A young man in a green shirt and thin robe stands.
The tea seller added charcoal to the stove, and the fireworks shot up into the sky and lasted for a long time.
The wooden sword hung high on the stove.
It seemed that it could be swallowed up by flames at any time, but on the wooden sword, there were blossoming thunders, sizzling, and strange thunder patterns became clearer from between the hammer and anvil, floating towards the wooden sword.
, it was gathered together little by little, and the seal was engraved on the spine of the sword, integrating with the original dragon pattern. First, there was the sound of dragon roar, and then there was a golden Buddha light surging.
There was some surprise in the blacksmith's pupils, and he glanced sideways at the young man who was continuously injecting spiritual power. How could there be two completely different signs of spiritual power in his body.
The vehicle of the subdued blue dragon gives rise to the Buddha of compassion!
He looked at the tea vendor.
It seems that he wants to get a reasonable answer from the tea seller.
However, the tea seller's pupils showed more surprise.
Gu Yusheng's body actually had a Taoist charm, and there was a vague shadow of breaking the concept!
His spiritual power is like pieces of green tiles stacked one on top of another, and his soul power is constantly repairing that broken room!
Taoist Taoist Heart!!
No.
How is this possible!
If the inheritance of the world is still there.
How could Fang Qiuliang change his path to Confucianism? He had been exposed to the cold wind in the Holy Academy Shushan for thirty years and was not allowed to enter the mountain.
The Taoist incense, which suppresses the real demons of the ten directions, should have been cut off long ago!
Must have read it wrong.
But next.
The tea seller saw with his own eyes that the faint Dao patterns emerging from the young man's body were integrated into the wooden sword.
Buddhism and Taoism are in harmony.
There is no trace of sluggishness or confrontation.
The tea vendor's body was shaken.
He looked at Xiang Tiandao who looked equally shocked.
Use the secret words of the soul to urge him to continue working.
The tea vendor silently walked to a quiet place on the official road, took out a cigarette stick, and started smoking. The smoke from his mouth quickly swallowed up the strange phenomena around the blacksmith shop.
The tea seller couldn't help but look up at the sky.
At this moment, he understood.
Also found the answer.
A reason why Fang Qiuliang had to leave Qingyun Town.
He is searching for the Tao again.
but.
Without the blessing of the realm of [Tao Xin Wuwei], he will fall into at least three realms.
No wonder his existence was discovered that day.
"Don't die in Xianhuzhou."
The tea seller murmured to himself.
At this time, he heard Feng Siniang's scream in the distance!
The tea seller didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the crazy woman was acting like a monster again.
But gradually.
The tea seller saw a giant Buddha lighting up half the sky.
"Where did the monk come from?"
The tea vendor put out the cigarette stem with his hand.
There was a green aura on his body.
When he raised his head and stared again, black clouds suddenly surged from the top of the giant Buddha, evil energy billowed, and the Vajra Buddha turned into a Rakshasa demonic shadow!
A strong wind blew.
Directly cut off the flow of Huaxi!
The swirling Sanskrit sounds mixed with the billowing demonic energy, rushing toward the blacksmith shop at extremely fast speeds.
On the official road.
The ascetic who has not cut off the thread of defilement steps on the lotus.
With Feng Siniang's ghostly figure, Yu Feng chased her, but the distance became farther and farther.
"Tea seller, stop him!"
"He drank my wine!"
The tea vendor wanted to stop him, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was forced back dozens of steps by the intertwined breaths of the Buddha and the demon.
"The blacksmith."
The tea vendor shouted loudly, his eyes full of anxiety as he watched Gu Yu Sheng, the boy who was about to complete the Soul-Severing Sword.
But at this moment, a crazy monk who was about to become possessed appeared.
Buddha's Heart Demonic Shadow.
Although he has the Sacred Heart of Medicine.
But it's completely useless.
A good Buddhist Vajra.
How could you fall into the devil's path!
Blacksmith shop.
Sweat broke out on Xiang Tian Dao's forehead.
He glanced at the young man who was in trance and said to himself: "I'm afraid you have to rely on yourself for the last part of your sword practice!"
Take a step forward toward the Heavenly Sword.
The butcher's knife fell into his hand again.
Darkness comes.
A sword light penetrates the sky!
The towering peaks of Qingping Mountain.
It’s like half above the knife and half under the knife!
The Buddhist sounds and demonic appearances in Canggu are constantly changing.
The monk is still moving forward.
Xiangtian Dao glanced at the trembling pig-killing knife in his hand and said, "No, he has the merits and virtues of Ten Thousand Buddhas and he should be the stonecarver of Qingyun Town. I won't be able to break the golden body without using the Abi Hell Knife. If I
Open hell, the tea seller, the wine seller, and that young man, you will all die."
Old man Qiao and Siniang Feng stood on both sides of the official road.
The golden Buddha and the demonic shadow revealed by Monk Shicang were so reflected that he could hardly open his eyes.
The situation is frozen.
"If he harms the young man, kill him!"
The tea vendor said in a low voice.
Feng Siniang also nodded.
Xiang Tian Dao took a deep breath, and the sword and the person fell into the night together.
The fog around the blacksmith shop was blurred by the shadow of Vajra Buddha.
The wooden sword, which had been cast for three days, made a clanking sound.
Vaguely.
There are eight Buddhist schools on it that interact with each other on a dragon.
The demonic shadow on the monk became more and more powerful.
He raised his hand.
He was about to press against that young man.
However.
On the tip of the young man's sword, there was a three-petal golden lotus spinning.
That ray of golden light was very weak.
But it can shine through the evil shadow.
When a knife gathered on the monk's head.
The monk also opened his eyes at this time, his eyes clear.
All the strange phenomena surrounding the blacksmith shop dissipated.
Xiangtian Dao's voice was as cold as an accent: "If you wake up a little later, you will never stop dying."
Shicang glanced at the one-armed Heavenly Sword, then at the tea vendor and Feng Siniang.
Put your hands together.
"Amitabha."
"It's causing trouble for the three of you."
Shicang stretched out his hand, hung a Buddhist bead in the blacksmith shop, and enveloped Gu Yusheng. He turned around, opened his chest to Xiang Tian Dao, and said: "Fellow Taoist, while my bodhicitta is still there, give me a ride."
Xiangtian Dao hid the knife behind his waist, shook his head and said: "You are blessed by ten thousand Buddhas and haunted by ten thousand demons. If I kill your merits, I will definitely suffer your karma. You, a monk, look kind-hearted, but are extremely vicious."
, no wonder I have demonic obstacles in my heart that keep growing longer and longer!"
Ishikura's face began to become distorted again.
suddenly.
The Buddhist bead that reflected the rest of my life became extremely bright again.
Only then did Shicang's Buddha-nature and compassion stabilize again.
He clasped his palms together.
Sitting cross-legged on the spot, he picked up flowers with his fingers, condensed a relic, and threw it towards the Heavenly Sword.
"Help him make the sword."
Ishikura stood up.
The shadows on his body are getting thicker and thicker.
He urged: "Cave a way for me so that the poor monk can kill more real demons!"
"Can!"
He swung his sword towards the sky again.
Quietly, a thin, deep crack was cut in front of Shicang. In the crack, demonic energy billowed, and the breath of another space rushed towards his face.
Ishikura stepped into the crack.
The body is completely blackened!
When the aura of Shicang dissipated, the crack also disappeared.
The tea vendor and Feng Siniang breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiangtian Dao held the relic and walked towards the stove.
Feng Siniang's eyes flickered, as if she was a little unwilling to see the blacksmith integrate the power of the relic into the wooden sword, "Can this kid bear such a big cause and effect?"
The tea vendor thought for a while and said: "Why do you think a Buddhist Mahavakra, a person who has penetrated the Buddha's heart, fell into the devil's path?"
"How do I know?" Feng Siniang glared at the tea seller, "Don't keep me secretive, I don't have the patience."
When the tea vendor heard this, he really stopped talking.
Feng Siniang waited for a while, then walked to the tea seller and kicked the stone pier on the ground.
"Tell me, are you really mute?"
The old tea vendor is here.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"I won't tell you!"
Feng Siniang raised her hand, and a centipede crawled out of her sleeve.
The tea seller had no choice but to say: "This boy has Buddha nature in his heart. He may have stolen the stonemason's Buddha heart."
"How is that possible!" Feng Siniang's eyes widened, "I went to Sifang City to sell wine. Along the way, I heard all about him killing cultivators. Even though he had a good skin and a sword in his hand, he was so cold.
It’s terrible.”
"Good and evil cannot be distinguished by a sword."
The tea seller spoke meaningfully.
At this moment.
Above the blacksmith's shop, the wooden sword was shining brightly, and the light of the sword shot into the sky, attracting bursts of dark clouds!
"It's almost done!"
The tea vendor's face looked happy.
Feng Siniang held her chest with both hands and giggled.
"It's been three days. If you persisted for such a long time, it should have been done long ago!"
In front of a hot stove.
Gu Yusheng's forehead was covered with sweat, and his expression was slightly pale.
The cold ghost energy in his body was being stripped away bit by bit, converging on the newly forged sword.
Among the wooden swords.
The soul sword essence that Yin Huai, the ghost elder of the Four Sword Sect, had refined for many years was refined bit by bit by Gu Yusheng, but that wisp of soul sword essence already possessed Yin Huai's natal mark and consciousness, and it could not absorb the true meaning of the sword from Gu Yusheng.
Then he broke free from the wooden sword, turned into a phantom of a skeleton, and fled into the night in panic.
At this moment.
Gu Yusheng opened his eyes.
The hanging wooden sword was held by him.
A blue lotus sword shadow bloomed, piercing through the skeleton in an instant. Along with Yin Huai's screams and anger, it turned into wisps of pure sword intent and returned to Gu Yusheng's body.
The wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand was in five colors: gold, cyan, green, black and white.
The blacksmith Xiang Tiandao has bright eyes.
As a craftsman, I feel happy that I have created such a mysterious sword.
"Hahaha!"
Xiang Tiandao laughed wildly, raised the big wine jar and drank heavily.
Old Man Qiao and Feng Siniang were surprised and seemed to want to identify the grade of the wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand.
But Gu Yusheng just stared at the wooden sword in his hand for a moment.
The blooming light and shadow of the wooden sword gradually faded.
It's so unremarkable.
Xiang Tiandao almost choked on his wine and his eyes widened.
"Boy, are you not satisfied with this sword?"
Gu Yusheng clenched his sword and clasped his fists, and saluted: "Thank you to the three seniors for their hard work. I am very satisfied with this sword. I will bear in mind the great kindness of these three people."
"Then why don't you even take a second look?"
Gu Yusheng smiled apologetically before saying: "Mr. Qin has taught the younger generation that the way of sword lies in persistence. You must have a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart. The sword is blessed by sharpness, and the sword in the heart is blessed by the Tao.
The younger generation has insufficient cultivation, so he needs a sharp sword by his side. But if the younger generation wants to go far in the way of the sword, he needs to forget the sharpness of the sword, otherwise, he will damage the heart of the sword."
Xiang Tiandao's pupils shrank, and then he was relieved: Qin Jiu, in this life, he has carried the sword all over the world, but he has also found the true meaning of life.
Feng Siniang walked towards Gu Yusheng and said with a bright face: "Brother, you are young and have a firm heart towards the Tao. It is good, but don't imitate those bad old men who are rigid all day long. If you like this sword, sister will follow suit."
If you are happy, if you don’t like it, you can just make a new one, it’s not a big deal.”
"Thank you sister."
Gu Yusheng kept his distance and handed over.
Feng Siniang was a little embarrassed.
But Xiangtian Dao laughed, suddenly turned around, and reduced the blacksmith shop to ashes with one strike.
"Xiangtian Dao, what are you doing!"
Feng Siniang was startled.
Xiang Tiandao patted the sword on his waist and walked forward without looking back. A voice came: "Young people are not afraid of their own swordsmanship. I am old, what should I be afraid of... I have this sword."
If you don't sharpen the knife, it will get rusty. Boy, don't die. If he has a chance next year, let's learn from each other."