Qian Yiqun condensed the corpse dog and saw Xueling sitting upright in front of the bed, and said embarrassedly: "It's rude and rude. I thought about it and didn't care about anything else."

"No hindrance." Xueling said, "The first is to recite the Buddha's name."

Qian Yiqun was quite inspired and still had a last bit of doubt. He asked, "Master, is it a secret method that Nagaba Lama has created nine heads?"

"That is the "Great Viagra Vajra Tantra" of the Tantric Buddhism, but he probably failed to receive enough empowerment. He seemed to have cultivated the first level, but in fact he lacked something." Xueling said calmly.

In fact, Xueling was shocked at that time. It was not until Gaba was defeated that Xueling returned to Qingming. He thought to himself: "The Great Power Vajra Secret Method" is one of the fundamental secrets of the Gelug Sect of the Yellow Sect. How could he be taught by a monk of the Red Sect? Even more suspicious, he practiced the first level of Nine-Phase Manjushri, but he could not dispel the thunder. Obviously, there were flaws in his martial arts, and ninety percent were because of insufficient initiation.

Qian Yiqun said with a oh, and knew it in his heart, saying, "I know what Fuyapo should condense."

"Oh?" Xueling asked curiously.

Qian Yiqun did not explain immediately, but just sank into the sea of ​​spiritual aggregates and made up his mind: whether it is the manifestation of Gaba's Great Powerful Vajra or the true spirit of my Heavenly Venerable, it can be seen that there are really powerful powers in this world that surpass mortals - let's call it God. From the momentum, God's thighs are much thicker than those of mortals.

In this case, communicating with the gods and hugging their thighs is the kingly way. Who can stop the power of heaven and earth?

Qian Yiqun originally wanted to condense the Yuanshi Tianzun’s treasure edict in Fuya Po. At least at present, this Tianzun took care of him twice, which was considered a great fate. But then he thought about it, two sounds sounded in his head at the same time, which was really contrary to the purpose of "one heart is the Tao".

Qian Yiqun slowly pondered in his heart: Since the Heavenly Lord told me that he should always keep his compassion and perseverance throughout the world, it would definitely not be empty talk. This hidden arrow spirit should be condensed into a warning, and once the Taoist heart is lost, I will remind me. If you say reminder, what else is more effective than the Emperor Bell?

But how should we arrange the linkage here?

——Simply, the emperor bell rings forever, warns it all the time, and give it your best!

Qian Yiqun calmly observes his mind, shakes the emperor bell until the inner and outer seals, and the sound continues.

Rather than saying that Fuya Yipo condenses the bell, it is better to say that it has learned to ring the bell. Each bell matches the spell gap of the Golden Light Mantra, and step on the rhythm, which is very consistent.

Qian Yiqun came out of the quiet and calm state and saw Zen Master Xueling half-closing his eyes, as if he had entered into a state of meditation. He sat and waited for a while, the sound of the bells and mantras were like the background music, and there was no gap. He was extremely relaxed and happy, without worries.

Xu Fo and Yang Ai saw that one monk and one Tao did not speak, and they did not dare to be alarmed, so they quietly retreated.

When he arrived outside the door, Xu Fo asked Yang Ai, "Do you see something?"

Yang Ai shook her head and thought to herself: What can I see?

Xu Fodao: "So you know that their state is no longer something that we ordinary people can look up to."

"Daughter understands, mom." Yang Ai lowered her head, as if there was a sourness on her nose for no reason, causing tears to come out.

Xu Fo touched Yang Ai's head mercifully and said softly: "It's not easy for us women like us to have a good home. In addition, time has passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, some facts cannot be delayed."

"Mom," Yang Ai raised her head, her eyes flushed, "I want to practice the secret method of Yiyinglou and never waste time in the world."

Xu Fo sighed, took Yang Ai's hand, and said, "Go back first, you have to take a good rest."

Yang Ai's tears had already rolled down, and she wiped it casually, pretending to be fine.

...

Xueling came out of meditation, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Sure enough, the golden light shone, the Dharma bell rings forever, just like the sound of nature. A good opportunity for a real person."

"You are polite, Master." Qian Yiqun smiled, "I sat with the mage for a while, and I felt that the mage was so powerful that it was indeed a great master. The corpse and dog soul had also settled down and was much more relaxed."

"This is the best, real people should be careful. It is a taboo to lose their souls." Xueling is over 60 years old, and he always unconsciously reveals the smell of elders when he speaks.

Qian Yiqun smiled slightly, felt something, and asked again: "Master, is there a situation where the master passed on me a lot of things, but I didn't know that it didn't happen until the chance happened?"

"Many." Xueling said casually, "My Buddhism has the method of initiation, and the Taoism has the Lingxu Du seed, all of which are."

"Oh...so that's it." Qian Yiqun said.

"In fact, although the names are different, they are the same." Xueling smiled slightly and said, "It's quite funny to think about it. I was still young, and on the day I went down the mountain to the pavilion. My mentor caught up and said to me, "Advisor, you kowtow with all your head sincerely, you have everything, don't beg for others." I didn't understand at the time, and I just thought that my master made me humble in dealing with the world."

"In fact, it's an initiation, a seed or something?"

"That's right," Xue Ling's head said, "If you focus on one's communication, you can't hold on to each other, and you will naturally have all your cultivation skills. Unfortunately, people in the world are deeply confused and unable to bear gold. Kowtow is the first difficulty. Even if you kowtow, you will be unable to clean up your mind. How to calculate this? Even if you can't hold on to each other, you can't hold on to it, and you can fish for three days and dry the net for two days... Alas, there are too few people who can sprout real buds."

"So that's it." Qian Yiqun felt guilty, "The most ignorant thing in my life is probably because I have blamed my master and refused to spread the truth. It turns out that he has given it all, but I just don't know how to guard the treasure mountain."

"The real person is a person with great aptitude, and it is not easy to get it. Now that he can sprout true buds, he will surely thrive in the future." Xueling comforted.

Qian Yiqun was cheerful and suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "The master has taught me. Xiaodao unexpectedly got a treasure here and wants to give it to the master."

The "Abuse of Suffering the World" in Xueling's practice of the Guanyin Method of Thousand Eyes and Thousand Ears of Thousand Ears of Avalokitesvara can be seen that Qian Yiqun's golden scale basket and the clear heart clock are not ordinary. With such a holy product, what else can be seen in the eyes of this real person?

Qian Yiqun tried his strength, and saw that the corpse dog was indeed stable, and his strength gradually recovered. He simply put on a Taoist robe, got out of bed and went to the Sanskrit scriptures obtained from the Snowflake Temple in person.

I remember that Jiang Ziya was captured as a Kunlun master, and after being captured with three souls and seven spirits, he had only recovered after one month of cultivation. Qian Yiqun had only been bedridden for a few days, which shows that... it can be seen that people's nutrition during the Western Zhou Dynasty was indeed not as good as the Ming Dynasty.

A monk and a Taoist walked slowly towards the Jade Emperor Pavilion. On the way, some people recognized Qian Yiqun and bowed to each other. Qian Yiqun did not dare to be negligent and returned the full tribute. Some people did not recognize Qian Yiqun, but recognized the golden scale basket, shouting loudly, asking Qian Yiqun to accept it as their disciple, making Qian Yiqun very embarrassed.

Xueling saw it and thought to himself: It turns out that he is a person with Taoism, so he is not arrogant or impatient. Thinking of the many monks in Daming Temple, Xueling couldn't help but feel a sense of contrast, and sighed in his heart: Oh, the difference between human aptitude is so big.

The two finally entered the Jade Emperor Pavilion. Qian Yiqun did not dare to break the rules. He asked Xueling to sit down below and go upstairs to get the wooden house.

A Taoist priest had already arrived on the second floor, replacing the position of Zhang Xianyong and Qian Yiqun after they left. When he saw that it was Qian Yiqun, he naturally hurriedly greeted him and wanted to serve Qian Yiqun. Qian Yiqun smiled, took out the wooden chamber, took out the stack of Buddhist scriptures, and said to the Taoist priest: "I have put this stack of Sanskrit scriptures here. Now I will take it back. Please give me a look."

The Taoist said that he didn't dare to say that he took it and flipped it over and said, "It's true that it's not the scriptures in the observation of the world, so Master Hou will do it."

Qian Yiqun bowed another tribute and went downstairs.

At this time, there were also several young Taoist men sitting on tables and chairs in the Jade Emperor Pavilion to copy scriptures. They all heard the story of "A kind man who copied scriptures and achieved enlightenment", and they all vowed that they would not be able to obtain enlightenment for a day, so they would copy it like this one day.

Xueling sat alone at a table, with the tip of his nose white and his breathing for a long time, obviously listening to the true scriptures in his heart.

Qian Yiqun stepped forward and placed the stack of Sanskrit in front of Xueling.

Xueling opened his eyes, exclaimed, took the Sanskrit scriptures and flipped through them, picked out a few, and reordered them again, and said in surprise: "Where did the real person get this?"

"The White-Browed Old Demon." Qian Yiqun did not dare to expose his relationship with Xuehua'an, so he pushed it to the White-Browed Old Demon.

Xueling believed Qian Yiqun deeply and said, "This is the "Yoga Saint-Shi" which is said to be oral by Maitreya Bodhisattva. It is the fundamental treatise of the Yoga Sect in the Heavenly Land and the Dharma-Sheng Sect in the Han Dynasty."

"Oh, I think it's very strange that the old demon has a Buddhist scripture in his hand, and... the master doesn't think this Sanskrit scripture manuscript is a bit weird?" Qian Yiqun said.

"It's not weird." Xueling pinched the paper and said, "From my view, this scripture does not come from the world."

"Oh? I'm sure I'll ask for details."

"It should have been printed by a certain monk at the mouth of the Ten Realms." Xueling said.

"Ten Realms?"

With the popularization of Buddhism, ordinary people know that there are six realms of heaven, human, Shura, animals, hungry ghosts, and hell, but not everyone knows that there are four realms of Buddha, Bodhisattva, Pratyekabuddha, and Shravaka in addition to the six realms. The six realms are ordinary and the four realms are saints. Unless they are saints, it is of course difficult to enter the holy realm.

Of course, this is just a Buddhist saying. It is also divided into thirty-six days in Taoism, but the names and division methods are different.

Xueling explained the meaning of the ten realms in detail and said: "The Yoga Sage of the Land of Heaven" is that when the Asanga Bodhisattva was in the world, he ascended to the inner courtyard of Maitreya in Tushita Heaven and listened to the lecture by Maitreya Bodhisattva. This incident should have happened during the Warring States Period in China, two thousand years ago. According to legend, all the grass, trees, earth and stones in the four holy realms flashed with scriptures. I saw the words of Sanskrit on this paper, and each of them showed the light of Buddha, which shows that it should have been printed in the four holy realms."

"Can mortals also reach the Four Saint Realms?" Qian Yiqun was quite questionable.

"I can't live forever, but it's not difficult to go there." Xueling smiled slightly, "My teacher was able to travel to the ten realms of holy and mortals when he was fifty, and there was no barrier."
Chapter completed!