The ten-thousand-year-old turtle shell is already precious, but it was taken out from inside the broken wall, making it even more precious.
Combined with the past stories told by the old monk, the content contained in this turtle shell is even more profound.
It was late at night, and the monks couldn't sleep, so they started talking around the turtle shell.
Although Li Ximan is the most famous, he has little qualifications and little experience. He chose to speak less and listen more, and kept silent.
"I have heard that heretics often seek divination from ghosts and gods, either with money or with vegetation, or even by killing turtles and taking their shells."
The old monk just now pointed to the turtle shell, "There are traces of use on it. It is probably a turtle shell used by heretic sects for divination."
"It's really cruel. An old turtle has lived for ten thousand years and then was slaughtered just to satisfy the selfish desires of heretics."
It suddenly occurred to Li Ximan that in some temples, turtles would be placed under the altar to place their feet, and they would be worshiped under the euphemistic name.
Compared with killing turtles and taking their shells, I'm afraid it's only half a pound.
If the turtle could speak, would it choose to suppress the person under the table and live forever, or shrink back and seek pleasure with one knife after another?
"In the past, there would have been trouble for hiding things from heretics, but now?"
The old monk said calmly, "The turtle shell is originally a spiritual creature born from heaven and earth. Now that heretics have been destroyed, this thing has returned to heaven and earth and fallen into the hands of the sword-swallowing monk. It is also due to the fate of Buddha."
The other monks all agreed, and their words were all flattering to Li Ximan.
Li Ximan rubbed the surface of the turtle shell, and it became warm and smooth. After rubbing it for a few times, it became more and more delicate, making people unable to put it down.
In Meng Zhougong, he also heard his master introduce the Yidao divination method among practitioners, including the rare turtle shell divination. When the master mentioned it at that time, his expression was full of sacredness, and he seemed to highly praise it.
Thinking of this, he held the turtle shell more and more unwilling to let go, rubbing it up and down to feel the undulating lines.
Looking back from the ruins, on the platform of Gushan, a god and an immortal began to communicate.
"Tell me, is this person a pawn of the Lord of Nine Heavens?"
Yang Xianren smiled, "He lives in Buddhism, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a chess piece of the Buddha, right?"
"How can we tell clearly whose chess pieces are in this unprecedented situation?"
Shengwentian shook his head, "Do you know whose chess piece you and I are?"
Yang Xianren shook his head, "I really don't know."
If in the past, immortals and gods were free and happy, looking down on all living beings, how could they be so drunk?
Nowadays, we are far away from home, facing the pressure of Buddhism everywhere. How sad!
Shengwen Tian once saw through the predicament of the immortals and gods and retreated bravely, choosing a path of transcendence. However, in the current world, the immortals and gods have all become inferiors.
The entire world was completely disrupted, irrelevant people were cleared out, and a large area of the world was vacated. Then the two of them, the Lord Buddha and the Lord of Nine Heavens, picked them up at their fingertips and made moves step by step.
The king of gods from outside the world and the immortals from outside the world were all in the middle of the game and could not see the situation clearly, so they got involved in the killing, and even fell out of the game accidentally.
In the Sravaka Heaven, you can barely see the clues, but you can't see the whole picture.
Just like the Li Ximan in front of me, I am afraid only the Lord Buddha and the Lord of Nine Heavens know what kind of feet he has.
"Baidi's methods are specious, combining Buddhist techniques to bring out the old and bring out the new, but they end up with the same thing?"
"Also, Turtle Shell was the master trick used by the Lord of Nine Heavens before he became famous. It is related to Guizang Yi, so how come it was revealed?"
"You and I take each step and count one step, but those two take one step, and have already calculated ten or even a hundred steps."
Shengwentian shook his head, "Their gazes are no longer limited to this world, but are outside the sky."
He spoke of the outer world with a slightly weird tone, as if this outer world was not the so-called outer world where gods and demons live, but a world further away. "So, this battle seems to be a grand one, with billions of beings as bets, but in the end it is just for the two of them."
Are people detached?
Yang Xianren asked, if this is really the case, then those monks and practitioners involved are all cannon fodder?
"You and I have limited abilities. Since we can't see the overall situation, we can only focus on a few key points, and maybe we can figure out the general context." Having said this, Shengwentian turned his gaze to the outside of the mountain.
Li Ximan got the turtle shell, couldn't put it down, and always kept it with him.
We set out on the second day. Before leaving, we searched the ruins again and found nothing else.
The monks continued on the road, passing through a rift valley and the ruins of an ancient country. Even the old monks could not remember the allusions to some places. As time passed, the land was covered with layers, and how much of the old country was dissipated in the wind and sand, and even the memory could not be remembered.
Never stayed.
A few days later, as they walked out of the ancient country's border, they discovered a stone tablet excavated deep in a dried-up lake.
Most of the stone tablet was eroded by wind, frost, rain, snow, and peeled off by sand and dust. Most of the content has long been lost, but the past writing can be vaguely seen, using an unfamiliar font.
Li Ximan didn't recognize it, so he turned to the knowledgeable old monk for help.
"A kind of writing written by heretic practitioners."
This sentence explains many questions. Buddhism has long banned the circulation of similar words, so people today do not understand it.
"There is nothing important here, but it records the twenty-four solar terms."
The old monk squinted his eyes for a moment and vaguely discerned some content from the remaining words.
"Well, it's an ancient myth. The twenty-four solar terms are transformed into angels, who help people live in agriculture and kill external evil spirits."
The old monk laughed and said, "There was no Buddhism at that time, and people in the world were so ignorant that they just believed in these legends about gods and ghosts."
That night, when Li Ximan fell asleep, he dreamed of the stone tablet he had seen during the day, and a man standing next to him, touching the stone tablet and sighing.
"Who are you?"
The man slowly turned back and looked at him with a smile, "Li Ximan, I finally see you."
"When you look at the words above, do you find anything touching?"
Li Ximan was wary when facing strangers, shook his head and said, "No, I don't recognize heretic writing."
"Here's a Taoist, haha, those bald dogs have completely destroyed our monastic civilization. They can be described as killing them to death."
"My name is Kongxuan Shangxian. I came here inspired by this stone tablet and bumped into you by accident."
The stranger continued to ask, "Of the twenty-four solar terms, do you really have no particularly vivid memory of them?"
Li Ximan certainly knew about the twenty-four solar terms. His family made a living by farming and had to work according to the solar terms every year.
However, after entering Buddhism, these things are not only useless, but also harmful, and should be completely forgotten.
"No."
The other party saw that he didn't look like he was lying, and said in surprise, "That's strange, how could it be possible?"
He still wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly his expression changed drastically and his voice became intermittent, "My whereabouts have been discovered, so I can only withdraw from this world temporarily." "You must remember that bald dogs are not good things, and your belonging is not in Lingshan.
But the ninth heaven."
"Remember, when you meet Li Gui, you have to..."
When Li Ximan heard his friend's name, he was excited and wanted to hear it again. The stranger opposite him had long since disappeared.
The dreamland was empty and there was no one left. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart, and he touched the stone tablet and shed tears.