Chapter 245 Weird secrets in the true scripture
“The so-called true scripture feels more like the manifestation of the rules of the great road.”
Shen Lian noticed that boiling liquid oozed from the surface of the dragon fish robe. Thick plasma, the spirit struggled crazily, and at the same time it was eager to swallow the scriptures.
Crack, click, click.
The dragon fish robe transformed into a small evil dragon, and then revealed the characteristics of an insect.
White lines cracked on the back, as if the dragon fish robe was about to shed its shell and be reborn.
Shen Lian was not affected and continued to depict the scriptures in detail until the four characters Wushengfaren were printed on the center of the dragon fish robe.
The treasure light was leaked, and the dragon fish robe emerged from the old body.
The surface of the dragon fish robe still maintains the appearance of a white-bone evil dragon, but it has grown a pair of insect wings, with complicated Sanskrit characters looming.
The magic weapon is promoted to the middle level.
Shen Lian's face was gloomy and uncertain, and his mind controlled the dragon fish robe to quietly blend into his skin, and a layer of fine golden scales suddenly covered his whole body.
"The scriptures have advantages and disadvantages. The Dragon Fish Robe has been completely reduced to a treasure of Buddhism. From now on, we can only continue to advance through refining the scriptures."
"Haha."
"Fortunately, there should be many opportunities for me to come into contact with the true scripture."
Shen Lian secretly activated the dragon fish robe, and suddenly a large number of signs of decay appeared on the surface of the scales.
His body and soul aura became stable.
"After the consecration of the dragon fish robe, I have inherited the [Nirvana] of the inanimate Dharma. I can communicate with the magic weapon to transfer the injuries of the body and soul."
Of course, the dragon fish robe is only a medium magic weapon after all. , the amount of damage it can endure is limited, and it takes a certain amount of time to repair each time.
Shen Lian does not need to use his strength. The Immortal Xuan Gong has taken the initiative to suppress his resentment. Coupled with the wisdom of constantly identifying failures, he can be completely healed within two or three days.
“What a pity.”
A cold voice came from behind, and Shen Lian froze on the spot as if facing a formidable enemy.
"The method is simple, but you used it skillfully, but still reluctantly, otherwise the magic weapon would have a slight chance of achieving great results."
Shen Lian quickly drove the ghost gourd and escaped for a hundred meters. Look up and scan.
But I saw a mummified monk with withered skin and a Buddha-like face standing in mid-air, with a little bit of gravel floating in the blood-red cassock he was wearing.
It is Sha Seng! ! !
Shen Lian held the bone blade. Although he didn't detect any malice in Sha Monk, he still felt unsure when facing the ten-thousand-year-old demon for the first time.
The mummy Buddha Amitabha bowed his head and asked: "How should I call you?"
"Why is the stupid bird motionless? Didn't you let it help you to keep an eye on it?!!"< br>
Shen Lian looked at Ba Ge with resentment, who stopped at the top of the eaves and shook his head as if it had nothing to do with him.
“Shen Lian.”
"Can I call you Junior Brother?"
Shen Lian's eyelids were twitching wildly, and his pupils were only the size of open eyes.
Is it possible that the Sha Seng in front of me thinks of himself as...Tang Seng?
Shen Lian has many thoughts, and Sha Wujing’s few short sentences contain a huge amount of information. Facts have proved that Journey to the West is not over just after it begins.
Probably as I guessed, the route was reversed.
The four masters and apprentices started from the west and walked all the way to the capital. In the end, Sha Wujing sank into the Liusha River, Zhu Bajie retired to Gaolaozhuang, and Sun Wukong chose to live happily in Huaguo Mountain...
No.
If it were reversed, would Sun Wukong be pressed under the Wuzhi Mountain, merge with the rocks, and become a stubborn rock again?
“The poor monk, whose name is [Sha Wujing], has followed Jin Chanzi to practice Buddhism for many years.”
“Don’t think too much, you are not Jin Chanzi, nor are you Jin Chanzi. Chanzi’s reincarnation is just because you have a relationship with Jin Chanzi, so you are considered a senior brother.”
"Senior Brother Sha...Senior Brother Sha."
"Yes."
Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief. So far, it seems that the blood soul boy has not caused any trouble, and the several unparalleled demons who are related to him are... good?
Sha Wujing nodded and pointed to the mountains in the center.
“Junior brother, why don’t you look at the scripture with me?”
"Okay."
As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, the mountains changed dramatically.
The rest of the mountains scattered into rolling yellow sand, swarming towards the center, and the plants and trees composed of a ghost realm became more and more real.
The ruined temple has been transformed into more than a dozen temples, and countless monks can be seen walking among them.
Sha Wujing explained: "Jinshan Temple, an important place for Buddhism in the mortal world thousands of years ago, has now become part of [Xiao Leiyin Temple]."
Shen Lian noticed that Monk Faming, who had consumed tens of thousands of demons to recreate them, disappeared into the back hall.
"Xiao Leiyin Temple?"
"Actually, I don't need to say more. There are also relevant records in the court. Xiao Leiyin Temple will accommodate Buddhist temples in the world, so once Buddhism flourishes, Xiao Leiyin Temple The sound temple will be born."
"Follow me."
Sha Wujing walked step by step towards the temple where monk Faming was.
Shen Lian followed cautiously.
He has seen the mummy Buddha several times. Sha Wujing gave him the feeling that his mind was confused. Now that his thoughts are clear, it seems unreal.
Sha Wujing opened the door and saw an extremely dark palace.
Monk Faming has no trace of the demon anymore. He is sitting at his desk scratching his head and thinking. There is only an oil lamp in front of him and a thick stack of paper that looks like human skin.
Shen Lian immediately recognized that the paper came from the demon students of Qinglin Academy.
"Faming, do you remember?"
"Remember, remember." Monk Faming came back to his senses and said to himself crazily: "I remember, that day I took advantage of his absence to watch secretly. What is the first sentence of the Sutra?"
"Yes!"
"At that time, the holy Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva Mahasattva was lazily undressing and going out. With the power of a single whip, I stand on the moon, the Tathagata of Light..."
As the writing is engraved on the paper, you can see the inexplicable reaction of each stroke, but it is far from the unbearable reaction. So weird.
Shen Lian frowned tightly, feeling that the content of the scripture was extremely awkward.
Part of it is Buddhist scriptures, but part of it is... martial arts?
He couldn't help but make insinuations and asked: "Brother, why are the scriptures known to Abbot Faming so weird, as if they were pieced together?" "After all, they are commonplace." Sha Wujing said in a deep voice: "And The people who saw the scriptures in person at that time were all ordinary people, and the scriptures copied by later generations were inevitably confused."
Shen Lian stopped talking.
No matter how confused it is, it should not be confused with martial arts.
Why is there an illusion that the true scriptures are contaminated by martial arts?
Shen Lian also doesn't understand Sha Wujing's purpose in Shituoling. Every forty years, sending a batch of scriptures to the depths of the cave seems to only attract various cave forces to compete for the chance of the scriptures.
“The Scripture!!!”
Monk Faming bared his teeth, and his body and soul were on the verge of collapse.
Sha Wujing's flesh and blood began to dissolve, but he didn't care, and said in a daze: "Only one who has seen the scripture with his own eyes can copy it. The poor monk has seen it more than ten times, but he can't even copy it stroke by stroke. . ”
The two stopped talking. Shen Lian paid close attention to Monk Fa Ming’s copying of the scriptures, secretly distinguishing the martial arts in them.
Monk Faming wrote that his teeth were falling out one after another and he was in great pain.
When the sutra was about to come to an end, he suddenly came back to his senses and burst into tears, "Xuan Zang, Xuanzang, you have really harmed me, the old monk, how could you let me have the opportunity to see the sutra."< br>
“The great supernatural beings of later generations will definitely learn the contents of the true scriptures from me. In this way, they will inevitably mislead all sentient beings.”
"It's hurting me!!!"
Monk Faming seemed to be saying his last words from a thousand years ago. He seemed to have predicted that the scripture would bring disasters that would sweep the world, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
After a few strokes left, he instantly turned into a pool of yellow sand.
"Junior brother, do you want to take a closer look?"
Sha Wujing put away the paper. The scripture on it was obviously not yet formed, and 80% of it needed to be refined the day after tomorrow. I wonder if there is one in Shituoling? How secretive it is, it takes hundreds of years of hard work.
"No need, junior brother is a stupid person by nature and doesn't understand Buddhism."
"Maybe." Sha Wujing was noncommittal.
Power surged in Shen Lian's Dantian, and the combined handwriting wrote out the martial arts in the scripture, which should be an ordinary inferior boxing technique.
Strange thing, how could the scriptures be mixed into martial arts?
Although the martial arts a thousand years ago has formed a system, it does not yet have the method of cultivating Qi and blood. It is more about Taoist inner alchemy.
Shen Lian tried to use his Wisdom Eyes, but a prompt appeared on the career panel.
[Ancestral Fist (Incomplete)]
[Created by ****, there are seventeen movements in total. After learning, it strengthens the body, relaxes the muscles, and lays the foundation for martial arts. Get good at martial arts. 】
"What a mess. Since the name cannot be revealed, it means that this person's origin is beyond the scope of the fifth-level discernment, but the martial arts he created is too basic."
Shen Lian's head is full. Wu Shui hesitated and said: "Brother, where does the scripture come from?"
"Of course it's Xitian Lingshan, but I'm afraid only Tathagata Buddha and Jin Chanzi have read the contents of the scripture from beginning to end."
"But..."
Sha Wujing placed it close to his body Good scripture, "Don't ask about getting scriptures again, you will die."
"Brother, I give you a piece of advice, read it carefully, listen carefully, think seriously."
"Thank you, brother. Teaching.”
"Ah~~"
Shen Lian asked no more questions, but then heard the loud cry of the myna, and noticed that the silly bird was flying in a hurry towards the Liusha River.
"Huh?"
"The time... is coming soon." Sha Wujing said with a half-smile.
“What?”
Shen Lian felt bad and quickly left the palace.
Immediately afterwards, everything around him disappeared in the sand. Sha Wujing was obscured by the dust, and his reflection was vaguely distorted.
Crack, click, click.
The crisp sound of bones colliding sounded.
Nine heads grew out of Sha Wujing's neck, and nine pairs of arms were distributed around his body. The boundless bright Buddha's light was mixed in the gravel.
"You damn myna, you run so fast!"
"Junior brother."
"Don't say bad words, you can hide for a while."
Sha Wujing squeezed out his teeth word by word, and his spider-like body crawled over.
Whoosh.
Shen Lian summoned the ghost gourd and escaped. Sha Wujing shook his head and said, "It's too late," and then stretched out a skinny arm.
The palm of his hand hit Shen Lian on the back, the force was neither light nor heavy.
Shen Lian flew out and was quickly swallowed by the Liusha River.
The ghost realm did not harm his body and soul. Sha Wujing's crazy roar could be heard in his ears, and the noise he made was beyond the scope of a ten-thousand-year-old demon.
“Disciple is unwilling to give in!”
"If it had been a hundred years earlier, Master would never have disappeared!!!"
Shen Lian remained calm and made several preparations at the same time.
Unexpectedly, the movement stopped suddenly before a day passed.
Boom.
The Liusha River separates.
Sha Wujing regained his appearance as a living Buddha in red robes and cassocks, but the madness on his face still remained.
"Let junior brother laugh."
"If you have free time, why not transport the scriptures with the poor monk."
"I will take you to see..."< br>
"Elder brother."
(End of this chapter)