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Zhao Ran and the monk just stood under the rising sun, looking at each other from a distance of three to five feet. Neither of them expressed any expression, just like two lifeless wooden stakes. As a person without any roots and no dignity at all.
As a Taoist priest with magic power, the only thing Zhao Ran can rely on is his own magic circle, but he does not dare to act rashly. He is afraid that a small random movement of his will cause the opponent to attack. And before the magic circle is set up, as long as the monk opposite him
If he takes action, he may be buried here.
Calm down, calm down again, Zhao Ran kept repeating this word in his mind, forcing himself to calm down. He kept a smile on his face, but the Taoist robe on his back was soaked with sweat.
I don’t know how long it took, but the monk suddenly let go of the centipede he was holding on his fingers and let the insect burrow into the crack under the stone. Then he slowly put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, this poor monk has seen the Taoist Master.
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Zhao Ran slowly bowed his head and saluted: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I have seen this monk before." When Jishou bent down, he took a step forward, his wide sleeves and robes covered him in front, and the jade seal quietly slipped to the ground. This place was chosen in a hurry.
Of course, the formation eye is not the best choice, but under the current situation, it is a good thing to be able to deploy it.
The monk smiled and said: "The scenery here is excellent, and God has made it beautiful today. It is a rare opportunity to enjoy the scenery. Is the Taoist priest also here to enjoy the mountains and rivers? In this case, it is the same as the poor monk."
Does this mean that he doesn’t want to fight with me? Can’t he see that I have no bones and no magic power in my body?
While making random guesses, Zhao Ran said with a smile: "Exactly, look at the distant mountains as dark as dark blue..." Pointing to the snowy mountains in the distance with his left hand, he threw the wooden ruler, "Look at the sky as green as blue..." Throwing out the wooden ruler with his right hand
Jin Jian continued to talk nonsense: "It's a good time to enjoy it. It's a pity that I didn't bring any wine..." He spread his hands, and the cinnabar and water drop chains also flew out, "I can't enjoy it to the fullest."
Don't worry about whether or not you'll do anything for a while, let's lay down the magic circle first.
The monk smiled and said: "That's right, but it's a pity that there is no wine... Haha... By the way, Taoist priest. You seemed to have dropped something on the ground just now. How about I help Taoist priest pick it up?"
Zhao Ran also laughed and said: "It doesn't matter. I accidentally dropped the object, which made the great monk laugh. The object can't escape. It's not too late to pick it up later."
Hearing this, the monk laughed along with him for a moment, then suddenly said with a bitter look on his face: "To be honest with you, Master, this young monk is actually here for my master." He pointed to the ground and said, "This young monk came with my master to look for medicine.
This golden-winged giant centipede is a good medicine guide, and I caught it just now. Unfortunately, I didn't catch it, and it ran away. After a while, my master came, and I didn't know how to punish him."
Zhao Ran was startled at first. Then he couldn't help but laugh. This time he smiled sincerely.
If the monk's master was really nearby, would he tell himself? Obviously not, so the monk was obviously intimidating himself, and he was doing what Zhao Ran often did before - pulling the tiger's skin to make a banner. He was alone
Does the vulgar Taoist with no roots or cultivation need to be intimidated? Of course not, what does this mean? It means that the monk opposite cannot see his own true identity, and he also dares not take action against him.
Zhao Ran once asked Zhu Qigu for advice on this issue. Zhu Qigu described to him some general methods in the spiritual world to judge the strength of opponents.
According to Zhu Qigu, Taoists only need to look at their foundation and qualifications to judge whether a person can become a practitioner. Buddhism also has a corresponding term for this, that is, enlightenment - which is actually almost the same thing.
Of course, there are some differences. For example, Taoism has higher requirements for foundation and qualifications, while Buddhism has lower requirements for understanding. For ordinary people, the threshold for practicing Buddhism is much lower than cultivating Taoism.
If you want to see whether a person has the foundation and qualifications, or whether he has understanding, you need to have the ability of introspection. You can detect all the changes in your own body, and you can also see the normal conditions in other people's bodies.
For Taoists, it is equivalent to completing the step of refining and transforming qi, that is, entering the third level, which is called Huang Guan; for Buddhists, it is equivalent to opening the first realm of vision and consciousness, achieving the knowledge of name and color recognition.
With the wisdom of conditioning and reception and the wisdom of thinking, he is qualified to enter the second realm of hearing and consciousness, and begins to practice the wisdom of arising and passing away and the wisdom of passing away and passing away, and is honored as a novice monk in Buddhism.
However, Zhu Qigu emphasized that whether this judgment is accurate depends on the monk's level of cultivation. The higher the level, the more accurate the judgment.
Between monks, it is not that easy to judge the other's cultivation level. Unless your opponent's level is very different from yours, it is difficult to make a clear judgment. Even if you can roughly judge the opponent's cultivation level,
The level of the realm cannot be relied on to cast spells, because although the level of the realm is the basis for measuring the strength of the fighting method, it does not completely represent the strength of the opponent. There are many other factors to consider, such as whether the practiced skills are mutually exclusive, such as
The power of the magical weapons held by both parties, non-strength factors such as skills and experience in fighting, physical condition during the fighting, and even luck are also very important.
Therefore, Zhao Ran quickly made a preliminary judgment on the strength of the monk in front of him: Since the other party could not see through him, it meant that he was at most a monk who had opened the world of sight and consciousness, and definitely could not reach the world of ear consciousness.
Zhao Ran himself has no Taoist skills, but thanks to Zhu Qigu's careful guidance for more than half a month, he has become quite proficient in the use of formations. Although the formation weapon is low-grade, his understanding of the formations
He was at a very high level from the beginning. And the fact that he has killed many mountain spirits and monsters these days also shows that he has initially acquired the ability to fight with people.
Zhao Ran has some experience and skills in facing enemies, but can this experience and skills guarantee his victory in a battle with the monk in front of him? Zhao Ran is not sure about this. However, this does not prevent him from giving birth to the desire to try.
I thought, for the first time in a life-and-death battle with someone, I would meet a monk whose cultivation level should be relatively low and who seemed to be a little afraid of fighting. Isn't this the best opportunity God has given me to gain experience points?
The nutritious nonsense continued for a while, and the topic became louder and louder, starting to involve the general trend of the world. The monk said that he had just entered Buddhism and had no interest at all in the disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, as well as the war that is taking place in the next summer.
. He believes that practitioners should focus on themselves and should not be distracted by messy things.
Zhao Ran fully agreed with this. He expressed his incomprehension about the differences between Buddhism and Taoism in a strong tone, and expressed deep regret for the suffering caused by the war to the people. He believed that a person's lifespan is limited,
The path of spiritual practice is infinite, and all energy should be devoted to spiritual practice to seek immortality or avoid reincarnation. This is the right path that monks should take.
The more they talked, the more they became more and more congenial. They even exchanged some insights and experiences on spiritual practice, and there was a feeling that they wished they could meet each other soon. If Buddhism and Taoism were not different after all, they might have become brothers with different surnames on the spot.
But partings are inevitable in life, and the monk had to leave. He said he had to rush to see the master, otherwise there might be misunderstandings when the master came to see him, and it would not be a good idea to cause trouble.
Zhao Ran was filled with regret and a feeling of loss.
Before leaving, Zhao Ran took out the pen and paper from the bamboo box and left name notes with the monk so that he could visit him in the future.
The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Taoist brothers, as young as March or May, as late as half a year, the young monk must go to Huayun Pavilion to see Taoist brothers."
Zhao Ran bowed his head and returned the greeting: "Senior brother Jueyuan, I have to say goodbye today, and I don't know when we will see each other again. It will be a year at most. If senior brother does not come to Huayun Pavilion, I will go to Daleiguang Temple to look for him."
"Brothers from all walks of life, take good care of it."
"Senior brother Jueyuan takes care of you."
Jueyuan took two steps back and turned around...
A ray of yellow light flew out of his neck, circled in the air, went straight to Zhao and then hit him on the head, but it turned out to be a wooden fish as big as a bowl.
Almost at the same time, the magic circle's curse came out of Zhao Ran's belly: "Within the three realms, only Tao is the only one, with a golden light in my body, reflecting my body, as urgent as a law-" The magic circle was activated instantly, and the jade seal was placed on Zhao Ran's head.
A golden light formed to block the wooden fish that was knocking down. At the same time, a whirlpool visible to the naked eye was generated in the magic circle, and it was wrapped towards Jueyuan.
The wooden fish was blocked by the jade seal and paused in the air. The mallet hit the fish's mouth continuously, making an "empty" sound. This sound had the effect of disturbing the mind. Zhao Ran felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, almost breaking.
out of his chest. He managed to gather his energy, controlled the compass in his hand, pulled his energy, and the three-inch golden sword suddenly shot past Jue Yuan's bald head.
One was vomiting blood, the other was bleeding from the head. Zhao Ran grunted, while Jue Yuan screamed in pain. The two of them fought and it was hard to tell them apart.
When Zhao Ran looked again, Jue Yuan had fled into the forest and disappeared, leaving only a scolding: "Niubi surnamed Zhu, just wait, Buddha is not done with you!"
Zhao Ran laughed loudly: "Bald Donkey Jueyuan, the Taoist Master is waiting for you here. If you have the ability, come over and die!" (To be continued)