Chapter 439: Refining
Since there is no objection, it is possible to give it a try.
Li Chuan took out what he wrote last night and read it over. He closed his eyes and got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind. After opening his eyes again, he looked carefully at the full moon in the pot. Compared with the previous time, the moonlight was clearer and more transparent, as if it was completely integrated into the water.
He rubbed the Tianyin pot.
After the gentle and gentle sound of the pot sounded, he became completely silent.
Seeing this, the old palace master also closed his eyes.
Master Wang and Master Chu were sitting in a stone pavilion on another mountain peak, looking towards Jinyang Peak.
“That pot is a bit strange.” Head Chu said.
“What you pay attention to is always strange.” Headmaster Wang said.
Headmaster Chu said: "The 'full moon' does look like something from the gods, but that pot, how can that pot accommodate it... strange, too strange."< br>
"You and I can't understand the Tao of the Pattern Sutra, so what's so strange about it?" said Headmaster Wang.
"No, Tieshu, look carefully, the pot is constantly changing the 'full moon'." Head Chu said.
Headmaster Wang looked at it carefully, and after a moment, he said: "It's really strange."
"Were the previous heirs of "Wen Jing" like this too?" Headmaster Chu asked.
Headmaster Wang said: "Before him, there was Mingheng, and beyond that was Suboshan. Those beyond that were just before the great catastrophe of gods and demons, and they only exist in records."
Head Chu said: "I know Mingheng. Subshan, when I was born, he was no longer here."
"I met him once. When I went down the mountain for training for the first time, I passed by a village. People in the village said that a rhinoceros in the village became a demon and kidnapped a pair of sisters in the village. So I went to find the rhinoceros demon, but I didn't expect that the person was Su Boshan. Looking at the past, he said: "He was already very old at that time. When I heard about him later, I found out that he had been dead for many years."
Master Wang stopped at Li Chuan On the body, he said: "I first entered the path of spiritual practice because I wanted to conquer demons and protect the peace of the world. But I have not stepped into the secular world for a long time."
Headmaster Chu said: "If Whether you survive a catastrophe like the Great Tribulation of Gods or Demons, the outcome will be the same. It is our responsibility to preserve the seeds and rebuild the Xuanmen after the calamity calms down."
"Maybe. ." Leader Wang was noncommittal.
The sound of the pot is continuous.
Everything went smoothly. Li Chuan had never felt like this before. After entering the mysterious state, he did not rush to melt the 'full moon' into the butterfly spirit. Instead, he first weaved the red-gold sun fire into strips. Yuansi, and then weave Yuansi into a ball.
The ball is immersed in the water waves, completely wrapping the "full moon" in it.
He suddenly felt that it was a seed.
He just stared at the 'full moon' again.
The structures composed of small circles embedded in large circles were deconstructed one by one in his eyes. He waited quietly until all the components were revealed and all the light spots were revealed. Then he stretched out his hand, holding a tiny red-gold light knife between his fingers.
Nine points of light.
With the gentle trembling of his fingers, the light knife disassembled the components connected to the light spot one by one.
Everything is at your fingertips.
Li Chuan felt that he was looking down at it all - the full moon in the pot, the true fire of the sun on Jinyang Peak, the butterfly spirit lying quietly aside...
After the last light spot was dismantled, the sound of the pot began to change.
Surge.
Everything in Li Chuan's eyes became blurry and ambiguous. The water in the iron pot was undulating. The full moon caged in the silk began to struggle for the first time. The broken structures changed into various forms. , fled in all directions.
There were little bits of light emerging from the cage and spreading outward along the edge of the pot...
Li Chuan was too late to encircle it with water waves. At this time, the old palace master reached out and swept the light spots together, and Li Chuan immediately let the water waves circle him, and returned to the cage in the ups and downs.
When it was realized that there was no escape from the cage, the moonlight closed, nine points of light flickered, and the broken connections were reconnected. Just like a seed, countless roots spread out from it, winding upward, growing trunks, branches and leaves.
This is the third time Li Chuan has seen that tree. Its crown opens like a fan. Crash, Li Chuan heard the sound of leaves rubbing against each other, like sea waves. This sound was mixed into the sound of the pot and the ripples.
Li Chuan has been tracking the nine light spots. In the full moon form, they are folded, but now they are fully expanded.
He stared at the tree, looking down, and saw very, very deep.
The midpoint and horizontal intersection of the field of vision are floating and changing. The red-gold light was projected in his eyes, and the clear moonlight gradually merged in his pupils, trying to erode his soul.
He found it.
Those nine light points are just projections, and the only real light point is hidden in the shadow of the moonlight.
The light knife between the fingertips appears again. The light knife cuts between points and horizontal lines, and along its trajectory, the delicate component units spread out one by one.
Li Chuan’s eyes became more and more indifferent.
The shadow was scratched.
The ripples surged, completely encompassing the tree, and a hollow opened in the trunk. In it, boundaries overlap and barriers blend. Li Chuan used his light knife to cut open the butterfly spirit and put it into the hollow.
The roots of the moonlight immediately penetrated into the butterfly spirit through the gap opened by Li Chuan.
At this time the sound of the pot changed again.
Picked off the leaves one by one and held them in the palm of my hand.
He stared at the moonlight, and his eyes were completely saturated with moonlight.
The moonlight exuded from his hand mixed with a trace of red-gold light. Those lights turned into characters in his hands, constantly changing, falling in the hollow and falling on the butterfly spirit.
Parasite.
“Li Chuan!”
Li Chuan heard the little mouse calling his name.
"Li Chuan, what are you doing?!"
The roots were intertwined again in the cocoon, and roots penetrated into Li Chuan's sea of consciousness, gradually intertwining into one.
The little mouse couldn't get a response from Li Chuan, so he had to cheer up and pull out the roots one by one. But just as he finished pulling out, another one popped up behind him.
It was so busy that it ran out of an afterimage in the sea of consciousness.
The old palace master opened his eyes.
Li Chuan felt the wind blowing on him, blowing into the sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, the speed of intertwining roots has slowed down.
The little mouse took a breath.
The old palace master looked aside, and at some point, Master Wang and Master Chu stood on Jinyang Peak.
Master Wang said: "This device of the gods is extremely dangerous."
Head Chu's eyes were also focused on the pot.
The butterfly spirit is spread with silk threads woven from moonlight. In the colorful cocoon, the butterfly has gradually opened its wings.
Headmaster Chu said: "It's time for us to take action."
"There's no rush." The old palace master refused.
(End of this chapter)