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Chapter 25 Scripture in the Coffin

After being polite for a few times, but unable to shirk, Wang Ziwen finally accepted Fahai's kindness.

Planning to repay this debt of gratitude when he has the opportunity in the future, Wang Ziwen held the jujube in front of him as warm as warm jade.

At first glance, this legendary treasure of heaven and earth is nothing unusual. It looks like an ordinary jujube, but at most it has an extra transparent and pleasant green color.

Seeing that he couldn't see any clues for a long time, Wang Ziwen simply put it in his mouth.

As soon as it entered the mouth, after just a few chews, the huge jujube turned into sweet rain and flowed down the throat.

He felt as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of cold water down from the Heavenly Spirit Cap, or as if he drank a glass of cold ice in the summer. Silks of spiritual power surged out of his body, like a trickle of water quickly flowing through the meridians of his body.

It makes people want to let out a happy and hearty moan.

However, Wang Ziwen still restrained this impulse very well. After all, these are just the spontaneous operations of spiritual energy after entering the body. If there is no deliberate guidance, it is easy to waste a lot of limbs and five bones in the process.

After calming down his excitement, Wang Ziwen also sat cross-legged and meditated like Fahai had done before, trying to regulate the restless spiritual energy in his body.

For people like Fahai who have already cultivated themselves, the life-extending effect of jujube is obviously far greater than the small amount of supplementary spiritual power.

But for someone like Wang Ziwen who had just entered the path of cultivation not long ago, the spiritual energy contained in that fire date was enough for him to digest for half a day.

After giving a piece of creation to each of the three people, and becoming idle again, Fahai turned his attention to the four walls of the copper coffin.

Before, I only paid attention to the outer wall of the ancient bronze coffin, but now I look at the inner wall and it is a little different.

The carvings on the inner wall of the copper coffin seem to be telling a person's life, seeking the Tao, practicing, slaying demons and eliminating demons, one person controls one area...

After countless dangers and countless fierce battles with enemies, in the end, only a single figure was left standing there lonely, with no trace of the ancients and no trace left behind.

This is... Emperor Huangtian?

Fahai vaguely remembered that someone had speculated like this in his previous life, but unfortunately, perhaps because of the age, or simply because of the sculptor's intention, the protagonist's face rarely appeared on the murals, and even when it did, it was blurred.

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Just as Fahai was trying hard to use his clairvoyance to see through the details on the picture, he suddenly felt a trance, and bursts of vague chanting sounds suddenly sounded in his ears. At first, it seemed like an illusion, as thin as the moans of mosquitoes, but after careful perception, the sound

Gradually it became clearer, just like Huang Zhong Da Lu was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage and make up for the deficiency..."

A "Tao Te Ching" that had been written badly by Internet articles now seemed to have a different charm in Fahai's ears.

It is no more than a hundred words long, but it is clear that a powerful person has hidden all his understanding of Tao in it, leaving it for future generations to explore.

Fa Hai felt as if he had been enlightened, and most of his doubts about his future in practice were immediately eliminated.

In Ye Fan's arms, the Bodhi seed became hotter and hotter. The natural texture behind it changed faintly, and the original Buddha pattern became clearer.

While immersed in the mysterious Buddhist teachings taught by Fa Hai, Ye Fan suddenly realized something was wrong.

He also heard some sounds. Although they were very vague, it really seemed like there were fairy voices preaching in the vagueness.

Although I am not as able to understand part of the artistic conception as Fa Hai is, the scriptures are imprinted in my heart, and as long as I recall them for a moment, the sound of Tao will be heard whispering in my ears.

Feeling more and more mysterious about this sutra, Ye Fan did not bother to understand the practice methods passed down by Fahai, and took the time to memorize this sudden fairy sound.

As Xianyin preached, Fahai's figure became more and more ethereal, as if he had jumped out of the three realms but was not in the five elements.

Realizing it carefully, the young monk raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He could die in the morning after hearing the Tao. Who is worth talking about the joy here?

In fact, not to mention that Ye Fan couldn't understand it, Fa Hai could only explore the path he wanted to take through the eyes of his predecessors.

This kind of scripture cannot be understood by non-achieved saints. Their realm is still far behind, and the benefits they gain are only superficial.

Just listening to these scriptures in advance is like witnessing a powerful person personally evolving the Tao that one has understood. It is equivalent to broadening one's horizons and experience, which will be of great benefit to improving one's realm in the future.

This kind of benefit cannot be realized, but it is what even fifth-level and even sixth-level experts dream of.

Two hours later, Fa Hai came back to his senses from his sudden enlightenment.

Looking around, except for him and Ye Fan, who both truly understood the scriptures by chance, the others heard nothing at all.

Wang Ziwen was still struggling with the spiritual power overflowing in his body, and the refining process was nearing its end. Now his cultivation level was almost on par with Yue Buqun and Dongfang Bubai in the chat group. He was no longer the weak and pitiful person he was at the beginning.

Gou group leader is so helpful.

Pang Bo had long since stopped comprehending the teachings passed down by Fa Hai, and lay aside to fall asleep. His practice was boring, and there are a few people who have experienced the impetuous and prosperous modern society that can easily adapt to such a life.

As for the rest of the people, most of them lay down and slept to death.

Throughout the whole day today, we first trekked to Mount Tai, and then explored the ancient planet Yingzhuo. In fact, our physical strength had long been exhausted. What we had done before was just to cheer ourselves up, plus the panic caused by the tragic death of our companions.

But time passed, and several hours passed. After all, the weakened nerves couldn't stand it any longer, and they all threw their heads back and fell asleep, snoring everywhere.

Almost at the same moment, not long after Fahai woke up, Ye Fan also broke away from the state of enlightenment.

Seeing Fa Hai looking at him with a smile, he was stunned and instantly understood what the other person meant.

"Senior, have you also heard the fairy music preach?"

Ye Fan moved his lips slightly and mouthed the words.

Although he did not understand what the scripture meant, he also knew that it was something extremely extraordinary. Although he could only hear more than thirty words clearly, he wrote them all down for later understanding.

"This is the sound of the Great Dao. It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. As long as you can remember it, it will be of great benefit to your future practice."

Fahai nodded, confirming his guess, and at the same time, he also gave instructions through the air.

Seeing that Senior Pei spoke so solemnly, Ye Fan subconsciously took out his phone to see if he could input and save the scriptures.

However, the words that I knew by heart turned into a string of garbled characters once I typed them out, and I was like a mute who couldn't speak even half a word. It was just like what Fa Hai said.

He was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and recited it silently several times, fearing that he would accidentally remember a word or a half and miss this opportunity.

After repeatedly confirming that he remembered correctly, Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Pang Bo was still sleeping soundly, he wanted to share his previous gains with him, so he was angry and funny and was about to wake him up, but at this moment

Kong!

The ancient bronze coffin shook violently as if it had hit something, and then the bronze coffin overturned and rolled violently again.

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