In Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, the clouds in the sky, whether they are white clouds or dark clouds, have never been as close to the ground as tonight's black clouds. The thunder has never been so deafening, and the lightning has never been so dazzling, almost making it difficult for him to
Look directly.
It seemed like the sky was about to fall.
He stood there blankly, watching the man in black in the grass temple glaring at each other and fighting with each other.
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, and at the moment when his ears were ringing, he saw a brilliant bolt of lightning appear across the sky, strike into the earth, and land on the long sword of the man in black.
For a moment, the clothes of the man in black were bulging up, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst. At this time, the inside of the thatched temple was as bright as day under the strong lighting of the electric light.
The lightning that bloomed on the tip of the sword in the night was so beautiful that Zhang Xiaofan held his breath, and strange fanaticism once again appeared in Pu Zhi's eyes.
"Is this the power of Taoism's true teachings?"
Hearing a loud shout from the man in black, he used his left hand to draw the sword, and shook his wrist with all his strength. There was a thunder, and the lightning on the sword shot towards Pu Zhi. Along the way, the grass, trees, bricks and stones were all shaken and flying, only
The road in the middle left a deep burning mark.
Puzhi took three steps back, removed his hand seals, put his palms together, looked solemn, his whole body emitted a faint golden light, and said in a low voice: "My Buddha is compassionate!"
With a "pop" sound, the only seven jasper beads left in front of him were shattered into pieces, and three feet in front of him, they transformed into a huge "Buddha" character. The golden light was dazzling and could not be looked at.
The next moment, the electric light and the Buddha character collided.
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt his heart beat suddenly, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards in an instant. His limbs were all weak and he could not breathe. He felt that at that moment, the wind stopped, the thunder stopped, and the whole world stopped.
Then, he flew back involuntarily. Before he even had time to feel scared, he saw only white light and golden light, which was incomparably brilliant, far better than the sun in the sky. The entire grass temple was torn apart, with the two fighting men as the center, towards
It flew out in all directions, including the sky.
His heart felt empty, and he could only feel the sharp sound of wind passing by his ears.
He felt scared and subconsciously wanted to curl up, but he was powerless and had no choice but to let himself drift towards an unknown place.
A thought came to his mind: Am I going to die?
Severe fear suddenly struck his heart, and he was sweating all over and trembling slightly.
When death stands in front of you, how should you face it?
He fainted and became unconscious.
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Puzhi walked over slowly, with faltering steps, holding Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu under his ribs. When he arrived at a slightly clean place, he gently put the two children down. He suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, almost as if it was about to burst.
Unable to hold on, he sat down slumped.
He looked towards his chest and could vaguely see through the stinky monk's clothes that a black air had gradually surrounded his chest, leaving only a small area around his heart untouched.
He smiled bitterly and reached out to fumble in his arms. His hands were shaking violently. After a while, he slowly took out a red pill, which was about the size of a finger and was flat.
Pu Zhi sighed and whispered: "Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor got it right. I still have to take his 'three-day death pill'."
He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and swallowed the pill.
Then, he raised his head and looked towards the distant mountains.
It finally rained in the sky.
Qingyun Mountain stands in the wind and rain, hazy and mysterious.
"Taoist magic is really wonderful, and it can harness the power of the gods. If it can be verified with my Buddhist method and learn from each other's strengths, we will definitely be able to break the mystery of immortality. It's a pity that Daoxuan's practice is far better than mine, but in the end he will be the same as mine.
Three senior brothers can't let go of their family opinions and status. Alas!"
Puzhi let out a long sigh and withdrew his gaze, falling on the two children. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and their heads and faces were soaked. The grass temple had been torn apart in the fight just now, and there was nothing nearby that could completely block the wind and rain.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but worry about these two children. He had just forced his true energy, used Tianyin Temple's "Great Brahma Prajna" miraculous power, and borrowed the power of the Buddhist treasure "Emerald Rosary" to generate the power to subdue demons, and he had just blocked it.
He used the evil man's incomparably powerful "Magic Sword and Thunder Control Technique" and hit him hard, causing him to run away in shock. However, he was seriously injured and suffered a blow from Taoist miraculous magic, and he was completely exhausted.
The lamp has dried up, and even the last glimmer of hope has been extinguished. At the moment, he is just relying on the strange medicine "Three Days of Death Pills" given by the ghost doctor to prolong his life by three days.
"Although the demon was seriously injured, it didn't hurt him at all. After I leave, he will go back and kill people. By then, not only the lives of these two children, but also the whole village will be in danger. This, this, what should I do?
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Pu Zhi was in a state of confusion. He had a very high level of cultivation, but firstly he knew that he was going to die, and his mind was a little confused. Secondly, he was worried about the lives of innocent people, but the demon seemed to be a very high-status person in the Qingyun Sect.
If you rush up the mountain to ask for help, you will probably fail more than succeed.
But the biggest regret in his heart was that he could not fulfill his life's great wish. As the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, he was admired by the world and was extremely honored, but to him, it was more important.
What he wants is to break through the mystery of life and death and untie the knot of eternal life and death. However, as early as fifty years ago, he had already realized that no matter how diligently he practiced Buddhism, he could only enhance his skills and practice, but could not untie the knot of life and death.
fan.
He thought hard, and after decades, he actually came up with an unprecedented method. In today's world, the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism are the most prosperous, and their magic skills are the highest and most profound. The Demonic Sect has a bad reputation, and its magic is cruel.
Taoism is something that no one can take advantage of; Taoism and Buddhism are both skilled in their own battlefields. If they can study together, they will be able to break through the deadlock.
But he never expected that the three senior brothers, who had always been open-minded, would oppose it unanimously, thinking that they were heresy, and instead gave them earnest advice. He was unwilling to give in, and even visited famous Taoist families several times, including Qingyun Mountain alone.
Every time, he was declined by Master Daoxuan, the headmaster of Qingyun Sect.
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, quite self-deprecatingly, thinking: He only has three days to live, but he still thinks about immortality.
However, although he relaxed his mind, he couldn't let go when he saw the two children lying on the ground alone. For a moment, he couldn't think of any good ideas. He looked to the left and right and saw a pine tree in the distance.
It was still able to block one or two wind and rain, which was better than nothing. I immediately braced myself, picked up the two children, and walked there with all my strength.
After finally walking to the tree, he carefully put the two of them down. Puzhi was exhausted and sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, panting.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as a target!
This Taoist famous saying, with a bit of sadness and anger, was read out slowly from Pu Zhi's mouth.
The sky is like ink, encircling the earth. Boundless dark clouds are pressing overhead, and raindrops are falling from the sky, thin and dense, and the cold wind is blowing, bit by bit, hitting the face, chilling the heart.
He looked up at the sky for a long time, then slowly looked away, looked at the two children in front of him, and whispered: "Two little donors, I want to save you, but I have no choice but to do it. This thing was originally caused by me, but it caused harm to me."
You two, what a sin! Alas, if you two were disciples of Qingyun, you would be safer among the people on Qingyun Mountain, but now..."
Suddenly, Puzhi's whole body was shaken, and he murmured: "Disciple Qingyun, disciple Qingyun..." His mind whirled, and he seemed to have caught what he had thought of, but he was about to lose it in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, he broke into a cold sweat.
Then, for some reason, that inexplicable fanaticism appeared in his eyes again.
He looked up to the sky and laughed, but there was a hint of madness in his laughter!
"Wonderful, wonderful! Although I will not live long, if I teach a person the magical skills of Buddhism, and then let him join Qingyun's sect to practice Taoist magic, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone? It can not only save their lives, but also complete the task for me.
wish!"
"The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have been separated from each other since ancient times. The Qingyun Sect would never have imagined that a young boy who has lived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain since childhood would have the desire for Buddhism. As long as someone combines the two schools, he will be able to break through.
The mystery of immortality for thousands of years. Hehe, if this is the case, what regrets will I have when I die?"
As soon as he thought about it, he was extremely excited. His cheeks were red and his eyes were bloodshot. He subconsciously looked at Lin Jingyu's body and stretched out his hand. But halfway through, he stopped and thought to himself: This
The matter is of great importance. Nowadays, all sects and sects are very strict with each other, and it is extremely taboo to steal a teacher. If anyone knows about it, and the matter is exposed, he will definitely die. Lin Jingyu is a child with excellent qualifications. If he is accepted as a disciple of Qingyun Sect, he will definitely attract the attention of the teacher.
At such a young age, he might not be able to hide such a big secret!
Thinking of this, his heart moved, and his eyes fell on Zhang Xiaofan. He remembered his stubborn temperament of not bowing down when he was about to die during the day. He nodded and said: "It doesn't matter if you are less qualified. It will all depend on you in the future."
Good fortune."
After saying that, without hesitation, he reached out and patted Zhang Xiaofan a few times, using the remaining Buddhist power to revive him.
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Zhang Xiaofan woke up slowly, his vision was blurry, and his ears were buzzing. After a while, he returned to normal and saw the things in front of him clearly. He was startled and opened his mouth wide.
I saw the old monk sitting in front of him with scars all over his body. The left side of his body seemed to have been burned by something. It was scorched and ugly. His face was dark and lifeless. But for some reason, the old monk looked excited and his eyes were filled with excitement.
Smile. In addition, he also saw his playmate Lin Jingyu lying on the side, unconscious.
"You, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a long time and then asked.
Pu Zhi did not answer, but looked at him carefully and asked: "Little donor, it's windy and rainy. Why do you, a child, come to this remote place?"
Zhang Xiaofan was startled for a moment and said: "I saw you standing in the temple in the evening, and then I saw that it was going to rain. The place is very dilapidated, and I thought it would be very cold, so I brought you some food."
The corners of Pu Zhi's mouth moved, and he clasped his hands together and said: "That's good, that's good. Everything is fate. Destiny is predestined. I am the Buddha who is merciful."
Zhang Xiaofan asked curiously: "What did you say?"
Puzhi smiled and said: "The old man said that the young benefactor is destined to me. In that case, the old man has a method of practice. Is the young benefactor willing to learn it?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked: "What is the Dharma Gate?"
Puzhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, stretched out his skinny palm, touched his little head, and said: "It's nothing, I just teach you some breathing methods. After you learn it, what do you have to promise me?"
Something, okay?"
Zhang Xiaofan seemed to understand but still said: "Just tell me."
Pu Zhi said: "You will never tell anyone else about this matter, even your closest relatives. Can you do it?"
Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said: "I know, I won't tell you until I die."
Puzhi was shocked when he saw that at such a young age, he had a stoic look on his face. The raindrops from the sky were like knives and frost, which wetted his little face, making him look a little haggard.
Puzhi suddenly took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and no longer looked at him, but continued: "In addition, you must practice this method once a day, but you cannot practice it in front of others, and you can only practice it in the dead of night when people are quiet.
Finally, this technique must not be used unless it is a life-or-death situation, otherwise there will be great disaster."
Having said this, he opened his eyes again, stared at Zhang Xiaofan, and said, "Can you do it?"
Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, tilted his head, and scratched his head again, looking confused, but in the end he nodded heavily.
Puzhi smiled slightly, and without saying much, began to teach him a set of formulas.
This set of formulas is not long, only about a thousand words, but it is boring and difficult. Zhang Xiaofan tried his best and spent three hours to memorize them all.
Puzhi waited until he had completely memorized it, and this time he breathed a sigh of relief, with a very tired look on his face. He looked at Zhang Xiaofan, with a look of love in his eyes, and said: "I have been practicing cultivation all my life, and I have never thought of accepting a disciple.
, I didn’t expect that when I was about to die, I would become a master and disciple with you. Speaking of which, you should also know my name.” He paused and said: “My dharma name is Pu Zhi, and I am a monk of Tianyin Temple. Uh.
,Child, do you know Tianyin Temple?"
Zhang Xiaofan thought for a while and shook his head.
Pu Zhi laughed dumbly and said: "What a child." Then he remembered something, reached into his arms and fumbled for a dark purple bead, looked at it carefully for several times, handed it to Zhang Xiaofan, and said: "Please take this bead.
Put it away well and don't let outsiders see it. When you settle down in the future, you can find a deep valley cliff and throw it down. That's it. Also, you must not mention the name I just told you to outsiders.
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Zhang Xiaofan took the bead and said, "I understand."
Puzhi touched his head and said: "You and I have such a fate, but we don't know whether we will see each other in the next life. My child, just kneel down, kowtow to me three times, and call me master!"
Zhang Xiaofan looked at Puzhi and saw that he had put away his smile and had a solemn expression. He nodded in agreement and called out: "Master." Then he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times. He had just finished kowtowing, and he still said:
When he raised his head, he heard Puzhi chuckle, but there was a hint of sadness and determination in the laughter.
Zhang Xiaofan was about to raise his head to look at him, but suddenly he felt someone slap him on the back, his vision went dark, and he fell unconscious again.