Chapter 81 Wan Yun Steals the Holy Book, Jin Guang Shows Her Omens
After Mo Wanyun left, Gu Yusheng stood by the waterfall for a long time. He looked up at the half moon in the sky and smiled inexplicably. Just when he was about to go back, Gu Yusheng noticed a golden bright light like a fairy cloud above the peach blossom peak.
At first he thought it was the vision of heaven and earth caused by the great Confucian's practice, but after watching for a while, he felt that it was not the case, because the golden bright light was actually light and shadow and natural barriers formed by countless mysterious words.
, with his current level of cultivation, he cannot understand the mystery at all, let alone clearly see the secret in the golden light.
Gu Yusheng was surprised. His mind moved slightly. The gourd hanging on his waist actually glowed cyan in the golden light. There were faint runes on the gourd, which resonated with it.
What is different from the past is that the spirit gourd does not absorb the essence of the surroundings when there is thunder or the surge of earth energy. It is bathed in golden light, as if it is growing little by little. It is indeed absorbing
The vitality and thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth, but he is by no means predatory.
It's like practicing like other people, growing little by little.
Gu Yusheng's mind moved, and the three souls in the spiritual gourd turned into green lotus petals, nine in total, and the world in the gourd was spinning.
He silently activated the Green Lotus Transformation Technique, and felt that in the world inside the gourd, a ray of light invisible to the naked eye shot straight into the sky, as if he was absorbing the most original spiritual power between heaven and earth from the depths of the sky.
Gu Yusheng only felt that his three souls had solidified a little, and the lotus imprint of the soul had grown into a tenth petal.
Such a vision.
Naturally, Gu Yusheng was surprised and delighted.
His current position is only half a mountain away from the great scholar. Gu Yusheng has scruples and does not dare to practice wholeheartedly. After all, stealing someone's Taoism is disrespectful. If he really offends a great scholar, he will just point a finger casually.
You can make yourself disappear into ashes, enter the Three Thousand Dao, and enter Taoism through Confucianism. Being a great Confucian is equivalent to the eighth realm of Nascent Soul for practitioners.
However, when a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm encounters the eighth-level Demon King, he can only protect himself at most and has the ability to escape unscathed. However, a great scholar can use his pen instead of a sword and has a chance to kill the Demon King!
It can be said that in the same realm, the practitioners in Shengyuan Shushan are a bit higher than the practitioners outside the world!
"What exactly is under those golden lights?"
Gu Yusheng was full of curiosity. In fact, he was curious about more than just this. After he met Mo Wanyun, he deliberately found out everything about the Holy Academy Book Mountain from all aspects. The status of the Holy Court Book Mountain was the mainstay of the human race.
In terms of inheritance, it is still above the three holy places.
And Mo Fanchen, a great scholar from the Holy Land, actually came to the small country of Canglan. No matter how beautiful the scenery of Qingping Mountain was, it would not allow him to stop for too long.
Maybe there is another hidden meaning.
But Gu Yusheng also understood that with his current status and strength, he was completely unable to reach that level.
With some thoughts on his mind, Gu Yusheng transformed into a dragon shadow and floated down the water. Under the moonlight, his figure was erratic and almost difficult to catch.
Peach Blossom Peak.
Wenshe Argyle.
Mo Fanchen was holding a golden wolf pen and writing quickly. In front of his eyes, there was a strange book of a saint. The content in the strange book contained the great road of the saint, and every word was shining brightly.
What Mo Fanchen writes is a long jade scroll. He is copying the book passed down by the saints with his awe-inspiring aura. His words do not appear golden, but they are also glowing with purple light. The purple light on these words seems to be there.
Mo Fanchen's awe-inspiring energy was consumed, his brows were full of fatigue, and his eyes were bloodshot.
When the last word was finished, the awe-inspiring energy in Mo Fanchen's body was exhausted, and he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. His hair was all frosty white. The hand holding the pen trembled and fell on the desk.
Mo Fanchen glanced at the stars and crescent moon outside the window and let out a long sigh.
"grandfather."
Mo Wanyun walked in with a bowl of soup and was startled when he saw Mo Fanchen turning into an old man. He hurriedly came over to support Mo Fanchen and brought the soup to Mo Fanchen's mouth. Mo Fanchen reluctantly drank it.
After a few mouthfuls, he seemed to have some energy, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He looked at the jade scroll on the desk and the jade slip that sealed the jade scroll.
Mo Wanyun Bingxue was smart and hurriedly sealed the jade scroll in the jade slip. When she glanced at the book of saints, Bibo's eyes showed a hint of shock, and then returned to normal.
The golden light in the small courtyard quickly dimmed, and the vision dissipated.
Mo Wanyun hurriedly walked to the door, closed it tightly, and sealed the door with a golden talisman. Then he walked to Mo Fanchen and asked cautiously: "Grandpa, why are you so weak?"
Mo Fanchen closed his eyes for a moment, and his old face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his frost-white hair had returned to half of its black hair. After a long time, he opened his tired eyes and said slowly: "The sky is strong, and a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement."
, the sages wrote the book and became a saint, and devoted their whole life to it. The biggest difference between humans and monsters is the inheritance of civilization and the enlightenment of wisdom."
"Although I have a great Confucianism, compared with the saints, I am like a firefly compared to the bright moon. Using pen to expand the inheritance of the saints will naturally exhaust all my energy and awe-inspiring spirit. The book of the saint on the jade case is the third generation
The only authentic work left in the world by the literary sage before his ascension. Any mantra in it has incredible power. It is said that before his ascension, this literary sage repaired several shortcomings in the way of heaven and opened up a path for mortals to find the way.
A new path..."
When Mo Fanchen said this, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He shut up and said nothing. He looked at Mo Wanyun and said, "The saint Hao Guang in the book just now didn't hurt you, right?"
Mo Wanyun shook his head and said: "Grandpa, maybe I was not born to study, so I can't detect the saint's bright light, and it naturally can't hurt me."
"well."
Mo Fanchen looked quite regretful.
"Wanyun, how wonderful it would be if you were a man. All the great wisdom in this human race is contained in the mountain of books."
When Mo Wanyun heard this, he pursed his lips.
"Grandpa, are you saying that women can't study?"
"I don't think so, but most people in the world think so." Mo Fanchen walked to the book case, solemnly re-sealed the sage's strange book, and handed the jade slip he excerpted to Mo Wanyun,
"Put it in the secret book box. By the way, Wanyun, in the past few days, you have to read more books, cultivate your aura, and maintain the formation of this small courtyard to avoid being noticed by others. Wherever there is an elder in Qingyun Sect,
If you come to visit, you will be refused."
"I understand, Grandpa."
Mo Wanyun walked toward the secret room of the study with the jade slip in her hand. As she walked, she stared at the jade slip in her hand. She bit her teeth lightly, as if she had made some determination, raised her sleeves, and took out another jade slip...
late at night.
The lonely moon hangs high.
In a tea shop far away from Qingyun Gate, the tea seller Old Man Qiao was sitting on the threshold. Suddenly, he saw a golden light shining from the other side of Qingping Mountain, and then dimmed. He took a sip of the breakfast in his bowl.
After drinking the cold tea, I stood up in a flash.
"Old Qin, come out quickly!"
He shouted, but received no response. The tea seller opened the curtain of the next room, looked inside, was stunned, and suddenly cursed: "You have been eating and drinking for free for so long, and you didn't even say hello before leaving."
, I didn’t expect you to be such a person. Next time you come, don’t even think about entering the courtyard again..."
Old man Qiao walked to the yard cursing, and suddenly saw a few mysterious figures passing by in the sky, disappearing into Qingping Mountain. A moment later, there was a big demon with its wings cut off, and it also flapped its wings a little.
He circled in the sky, flew straight into the sky, and dived towards the direction where a golden light suddenly appeared in front of Qingping Mountain.
"The stuff from Shushan...how did it end up at the Qingyun Gate? The little demon in the temple is very powerful. If you don't have the ability, you shouldn't worship such a big Bodhisattva. Sooner or later, something will happen. There are already very few people in Qingping Prefecture. Don't affect my tea sales."
"Old Qiao put his hands behind his back and walked into the tea shop step by step. He came to the dilapidated wooden shelf and stared at the book box where the scholar had left it. He was silent for a long time. For a long time, Old Qiao said
He just blew out the lamp and walked into the room alone, saying as he walked: "You are fighting among the practitioners. I know a few things. I also know a few things about scholars. You talk about it, you study and practice.
, in the end, what did you gain... It’s only you, Gu Bai, who can bear to leave a son to be exposed to the wind and rain in this world... You have really gone through some bumpy roads in this road of life."