Chapter 250 The Dharma of the Great Harmony Sutra
The yellow sand roars.
The resentment in Qingzhuang seems to be real. The commotion caused by Sha Wujing has become more and more intense. The 40,000-year Taoist practice has already formed a crushing trend.
"Master, my disciples will sweep the formation for you so that the green-haired lion monster can worship into Buddhism as soon as possible."
The golden-winged roc eagle hovered in the mid-air, its spread wings revealed the evil spirit, and it was excited He stared at Fu Li's head, wanting to have a taste.
Shen Lian sat at the door with lingering fear, as if he was not careful, he would be affected.
But there are many dangers in the Liusha River. You can feel the sea of sand constantly churning. At first glance, it looks like a boiling oil pan.
"Corpse Monk, if you persist in clinging to your life, my ancestor will not let you go!!"
"Amitabha."
Sha Wujing said lightly. Said: "If you let your soul return to Panhuan Cave easily, you will definitely come to trouble the poor monk in the future."
"Crazy!!!"
Boom.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, but the green-haired lion monster could no longer hear the sound.
"Senior Brother Sha, Senior Brother Sha, you are really... eager to accept disciples."
Shen Lian smiled bitterly, and his soul swept across the middle Dantian.
I saw the roots of the Alchemy Furnace Fruit growing, absorbing the water of the Tianhe River and extending wildly. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be fully grown in a few moments.
"It just so happens that the Zhongdantian is not used on weekdays, so it can be used to hold the Dan furnace fruit."
Shen Lian does have a lot of good things in his body that need pregnancy aids, um, Especially the hundreds of corpses of Panhuan Cave disciples gifted by nature.
He took a sip of wine and started practicing the Great Zhou Tian Cultivation leisurely and contentedly.
Buzz buzz.
The pages of paper shook, and you could see the writing becoming extremely active. Just witnessing it gave you a creepy illusion.
"There are four sentences in Hinayana Buddhism, let me see..."
"One sentence is the endurance of no birth."
Shen Lian opened the page. , the familiar Mu Sheng Fa Nin came into view.
But the strange thing is that the aura revealed by Mu Sheng Fa Nin is far from being prosperous. It is like a butterfly that has just emerged from the chrysalis, and is slightly weak.
Mu Shengfa Ren gnawed at the rest of the writing, but deliberately avoided the content of the ancestral fist.
"Why are the true scriptures insects?"
Shen Lian has many thoughts. It is not that the true scriptures look like insects, but that their habits are the same as insects. But in a sense, it is indeed in line with the way of heaven. .
Whether it’s Taoism’s transformation into an immortal, or Buddhism’s transformation into a sitting Buddha.
They all think that becoming an immortal or a Buddha requires a process of shedding the old shell. They don’t know what the current situation is in Lingshan and Heaven in the West.
Shen Lian started from the Inanimate Dharma Endurance and gradually peeled off Hinayana Buddhism.
The paper was broken into pieces, and the words Wu Sheng Fa Nin were just floating in the air. Due to the influence of the Liusha River, they did not dare to escape at all.
The air was distorted, and the half meter where the scripture was located collapsed.
The writings of Mu Sheng Dharma Nin were born and spread, but the number was very limited, far less powerful than the Hinayana Buddhism during the Guanfu period.
There were blood drops oozing out from Shen Lian's palm, and Wu Sheng Fa'er was sealed inside.
Then there is the second line of the sutra, "Acquire such wisdom", the third line "Pure", and the fourth line "Accomplish the Dharma heard".
From the meaning, you can tell one or two things about the magical functions of the scriptures.
Being busy with everything, two days have passed before I knew it.
Click.
When Shen Lian heard a strange noise in his body, he couldn't help but come to his senses, and the pill furnace fruit finally grew.
At this time, the Buddha's light in Qingzhuang was shining everywhere, and the voice of Sha Wujing chanting sutras could be heard from the depths, as well as Fu Li's hysterical screams.
You can vaguely hear the weak breathing of the green-haired lion monster.
"At present, it seems that the golden-winged roc eagle and the green-haired lion monster are difficult to resist, and I don't know if the yellow-tusked old elephant has made any arrangements."
Shen Lian put the corpse in his hand. The core of the fruit is taken into the Dantian.
The middle Dantian is already covered with roots, and a shallow pool of Tianhe water surrounds the alchemy furnace.
When the alchemy furnace began to absorb the corpse, a line of prompts suddenly appeared on the career panel, which showed that it was inevitable that some alchemists had demonized their bodies and souls.
[Wanshou Corpse Root reaches 100.02%, martial arts points +10]
Wanshou Corpse Root is full of experience, the four professions are either already at level 5, or need to hit level 5, Shituoling The whole team has gained a lot.
The tree stump suddenly sprouted a large number of messy fruits.
No matter how effective the pill fruit is, it can at least supplement the consumption of medicinal wine.
"Separate a feather and try."
[Absorb the Golden Winged Dapeng Feather, Wanshou Corpse Root Experience +6.67%]
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows, it is worthy of being from the Golden Winged Dapeng. Peng Diao, I feel that with rich experience, the value of feathers is far beyond ordinary.
Then there are four lines of Hinayana Buddhism.
[Absorb Samantabhadra Sutra (Fragment), Wanshou Corpse Root Experience +4.01%]
"Sure enough, there is also a gap between Hinayana Buddhism. The previous impression of the Immortal Dharma Endurance provided 17% of the experience."
The remaining three lines of the Sutra are also from the Samantabhadra Avalokitesvara Sutra.
If any alchemist were around and saw Shen Lian's method of swallowing the scriptures, they would be extremely shocked. Even if he travels to the eight realms, he has to be carefully refined, so there is no way he can just eat it as snacks.
The pole carried on Shen Lian's shoulders became much lighter, leaving only the Middle Vehicle Buddhist Dharma [Prajna].
After he continued to wait for two days, the resentment that enveloped Qingzhuang suddenly stopped, and the rough Liusha River gradually returned to calm.
The golden-winged roc eagle landed on the ground, behind the respectful armrest.
Sha Wujing walked out slowly, holding Fu Li's dead head in his hand. Wherever he passed, there were drops of copper rust and blood, and the smell was pungent.
"Let the Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng take away Fu Li's three souls, otherwise his souls will surely be scattered."
The green-haired lion monster followed behind him, its seven-meter body feeling full of oppression.
The clothes are exactly the same as Sha Monk's, the triangular eyes reveal a strong Buddha nature, and there is a huge lion's head on his neck, which looks a little funny. He was also seriously injured. His back was obviously curved to the side. It felt like his spine had been broken by a stick. It must have been an old injury.
"The green-haired lion monster has met his senior brother and his uncle."
The green-haired lion monster smiled innocently, but it looked like the boss of the three demons in Shitunoling, who once roared against Scared away hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers.
"Third Junior Brother, from now on it will be you and I who will escort Master to the Western Spiritual Mountain."
"Good."
Shen Lian's Buddhist beads rested on the neck of the green-haired lion monster for a few breaths.
The Buddhist beads are the transformation of Sha Wujing's lost ten thousand years of Taoism. In the same way as the golden hoop of the golden-winged roc eagle, it controls the body and soul of the two demons.
"Uncle Master, why don't you let me carry the pole."
The green-haired lion monster scratched his head, took the pole and put it on his shoulders skillfully.
“Ah~~”
Myna said angrily: "Take advantage! Follow your senior brother and learn hard. Do you have the magical ability to beat the bottom of the box?"
Faced with the peck of Myna's beak, the green-haired lion monster timidly covered his head. .
He looked around and noticed the remains of corpses in the corners of Qingzhuang. He couldn't help shrinking his neck and said, "It's a sin, it's a sin."
Goose bumps appeared all over Shen Lian's body. Stop the myna quickly.
I just feel like the green-haired lion is a bit girly after becoming a monster.
"Third disciple, you have been in contact with Panhuan Cave for a few days. You should have a method related to learning the scriptures. Leave it to Master Shen Lian."
"Master, just one method."
< br>The green-haired lion monster carefully tapped Shen Lian's eyebrows.
After Shen Lian digested the information, the technique was called [Datong Sutra Buddhism], and he was able to refine the matching sutra into other techniques.
Of course, once the scriptures are refined through exercises, they will be transformed into Buddhist teachings. In the future, if you want to innovate, you can only take the path of constantly refining the scriptures.
"Immortal Xuan Gong, Changsheng Zhuang, and Zifu Tempering Technique will definitely not be able to refine the true scripture."
"External Kung Fu is fine."
"The limitations of Tianhe Boxing are more and more Since then, the true meaning of martial arts is suitable for the environment of big rivers and rivers, and the secret technique of Hengdao has not yet been synthesized."
"The method of refining the scriptures is indeed a path, which can be considered."
Shen Lian was overjoyed, and immediately began to practice the Dharma of the Great Harmony Sutra, simulating the refining of the Sutra according to a specific route.
Sha Wujing couldn't help but smile when he saw Shen Lian absorbing nutrients like a sponge.
"Junior Brother."
"What's the matter, Senior Brother Sha?"
Sha Wujing nodded and said: "If you don't want to go to Huangyao Laoxiang's residence, it's okay. The poor monk can send you back to the capital."
"I..."
"Junior brother, Huangya Old Elephant's condition is extremely unstable."
Sha Wujing said with a solemn face: "He is now half ghost and half demon. The mountains in the center of Shituoling are all ghost areas. This trip It’s extremely dangerous.”
Shen Lian hesitated.
"Senior brother, did you return to the capital after leaving Shituoling?"
"No, the poor monk will definitely cause a huge disaster in this world, with countless casualties."
Sha Wujing pointed to the ground, "The poor monk plans to pass through the underworld with his three disciples, and take a look at the Yama Hall to see if there are any traces of the master."
"Then...what if I stay outside the cave?"
< br>"The poor monk is now like a drought demon thousands of miles away, and the flowing sand river...cannot be restrained, and it is difficult to take into account your safety, junior brother."
A hint of helplessness flashed in Shen Lian's eyes.
The easiest way is undoubtedly to wait for Sha Seng to transform into the yellow-tusked old elephant, which can easily trigger the six-tusked white elephant's demon profession.
"Senior Brother Sha, I have thought about it, and I will go with you to the lair of Huangya Patriarch."
"Amitabha."
Sha Wujing did not ask the reason, but just slowed down, Let Shen Lian have more time to digest the harvest of Shituoling.
With a wave of his hand, Qingzhuang disappeared into ashes.
“Thank you, Brother Sha.”
"Junior brother, if you find Jin Chanzi in the future, come to the Western Spirit Mountain to look for me. I hope that the poor monk can live in Leiyin Temple for a few more years."
Shen Lian looked worried, he could hear Sha Wu Pure speech is not a joke.
Even if Sha Wujing’s Taoism was sharply reduced by 20,000 years, it would still be a full 70,000 years.
After the three demons of Shituoling recovered from their injuries, they should have been in their prime for 40,000 to 50,000 years. However, according to Sha Wujing’s opinion, they were still not sure.
“Are you kidding, what is the situation in Western Lingshan.”
Shen Lian was horrified, realizing that even the Western Spirit Mountain might not be the end, and the world here was far deeper than imagined.
He followed the trio of Buddhist monks and used the Liusha River to constantly temper his body.
What you see is always the same yellow sand.
The footprints along the road disappeared after a gust of wind blew, just like Tang Monk thousands of years ago, and a few people in later generations still recognize them.
Probably, only Tang Seng’s three disciples couldn’t bear to forget it.
Unknowingly, Shen Lian's consciousness seemed to fall into an inexplicable trance, and he vaguely heard Sha Wujing calling, his voice getting softer.
“Junior brother.”
“Junior brother, junior brother.”
“Junior brother, we have arrived at Panchang Mountain.”
“Junior brother!! ! ”
(End of this chapter)