Seven days passed.

Zhang Ruochen sat down under the sundial and studied the sword for seven years.

All visitors who came were turned away by Er Sikong who was guarding the courtyard.

In seven years, the number of holy rules in Zhang Ruochen's body once again exceeded 10 billion, among which the rules of swordsmanship accounted for a large proportion. He read the five volumes countless times and understood many of their mysteries. Of course, the distance

It's still far from being fully understood.

Zhang Ruochen's knowledge of swordsmanship has reached a new level.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen saw the sunlight streaming in from outside the window, projecting shadowy patterns on the ground according to the carvings of the window.

The pattern is like a flying dragon.

After a long time, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he was finally no longer confused and figured out the way to go next.

Your own swordsmanship should be the purest beam of light.

It's fast and never comes back.

Whether it is the way of truth or the way of burial, all the holy ways in the world are like the carvings on the windows, each different. The essence of the sword has not changed, and the light is still the same beam of light. However, after it shines through, there is something different on the ground.

Can show different patterns.

Now, what he needs to do is not to think about how to make the patterns on the ground look better, but to light up this beam of light. The light must be absolutely hot, and it must be eternal.

"Squeak!"

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the wooden door, and the masculinity shone on his face.

In the courtyard.

Da Sikong woke up three days ago. He was holding a Zen staff as thick as a bowl in one hand and a stack of white paper in the other. He shouted at Uncle Tian: "I'm so angry, you will die at least once."

A great sage in this realm, you can’t copy even a single volume of the "Daren Dakong Mantra"? Did you do it on purpose?"

Uncle Tian's hair was shaved off, and he was wearing a gray monk's robe worn by the lowest Buddhist disciples.

Being yelled at by a great sage in the immortal realm, Uncle Tian was furious and about to explode.

"Bang!"

Da Sikong slashed his Zen staff down, pressed on his right shoulder, and knocked him to the point where his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.

Fallen leaves are flying all around.

"Why are you staring? Master is reprimanding you for your own good and to help you cultivate your mind and character. Do you still have any objections? Why did I give you this name? I hope that you can control the anger in your heart and develop a good mind.

A normal mind that doesn’t bother you.”

Da Sikong took back his Zen staff, squatted down, unfolded the stack of white papers, and said earnestly: "Look, look at what you copied? Your second master has taught you nothing in the past few days. You have no clue at all."

Listen to it. Really murderous, really greedy, really deceitful, the three of them are very obedient, copying every word, and the handwriting is very neat."

There were no Buddhist scriptures on the white paper on the ground, and all the words written on it were the word "kill".

Uncle Tian gritted his teeth and trembled all over. If he hadn't been imprisoned by the Dark Light Curse, he would have slapped the monk in front of him to death. He couldn't wait for a moment! He couldn't wait!

Da Sikong patted Uncle Tian's head and sighed: "I know you can't hear it now, but you have to understand that Master is beating you for your own good, to teach you to be a good person. Only by putting down the butcher's knife can you become a Buddha immediately.

."

Magpie God Son, who was also wearing a monk's robe and had his head shaved, couldn't help laughing.

Da Sikong glared at me with a pair of copper-bell-like eyes and shouted: "Zhense, why are you laughing? Are you good at copying? Your handwriting is so sloppy that I will punish you to copy it a hundred times."

Magpie God's eyes darkened, and when he saw Da Sikong lifting the Zen staff again, he immediately forced out a smile and said: "Master's lesson is correct, I will copy it right away."

"If you are obedient, I will come to check later."

When Da Sikong was about to continue to calm Uncle Tian's psychology, the sound of the wooden door rang, and Zhang Ruochen walked out of it.

Da Sikong was overjoyed and hurried over and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, you are finally out of seclusion and your injuries have healed? I have something serious to tell you!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded understandingly.

Uncle Tian got up from the ground, rushed to Zhang Ruochen and said, "Zhang Ruochen, you can make whatever conditions you want, as long as you let me go..."

"Bang!"

Before Uncle Tian finished speaking, Da Sikong's Zen staff had already struck his head, making a loud sound like a bell. Once again, Uncle Tian fell to his knees.

Kneeling in front of Zhang Ruochen, his knees sank into the ground.

Da Si cursed in a furious voice: "O sinner, you are the master, how can you call him by his first name? Kneel down and reflect."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the seven monks, large and small, in the courtyard. He was slightly absent-minded. Finally, he moved his eyes downward and looked at the monk kneeling in front of him. Who is Uncle Tian who is not the Temple of Death?

Uncle Tian clenched his fists and stood up from the ground again. He glanced at Da Sikong who was standing next to him and stared at him. In the end, he chose to compromise and said in a lower tone, "Set up some conditions. How can you let me go?"

"Call me Master." Da Sikong said.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a hand to stop Da Sikong, who was about to hit Uncle Tian with another stick, and said: "As long as the hatred between us is completely resolved, you can leave at any time."

Uncle Tian said: "There is no hatred between us anymore."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head.

Uncle Tian said: "I dare to swear to God that as long as you let me go, I will never take revenge in the future."

"And I, I can also swear." Magpie God Son rushed up.

Zhang Ruochen still shook his head and said: "You just want to escape, not that you have really given up your hatred. Even if I believe that you will abide by your oath, if you want to retaliate against me, you may not take action personally. Moreover, the target may not be

I am very likely to turn around and deal with my friends, relatives, tribesmen, including anyone who has anything to do with me."

Uncle Tian and Son of Magpie both made a decisive promise: "No, absolutely not."

"You don't need to say any more. I can naturally feel whether you have really let go of your hatred. When that day comes, I will let you stay or leave." Zhang Ruochen said.

Da Sikong looked at Zhang Ruochen with admiration and admiration, nodded with deep approval, and said: "Once you escape into Buddhism, you will no longer have anything to do with everything in the world, and it represents a new life. Therefore, Uncle Master, I give

They have all taken Dharma names, and their generation is the true generation."

"His name is True Wrath."

"His name is Zhense."

Magpie God's face twitched.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the three former gods of death in white clothes and asked, "Where are the three of them?"

"Real killing, true greed, true delusion." Da Sikong said.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Anger, lust, killing, greed, and delusion are actually the five precepts of Buddhism. Very good, very good! Next, the five of them will be handed over to you and Er Sikong. You must teach them well and resolve them.

The thoughts of murder and resentment in my heart.”

Er Sikong came over and said: "It's easy to say between true anger and true color. Although one is stubborn and difficult to teach, and the other pretends to be obedient, but in fact has deep resentment in his heart, but I believe that under the influence of the "Daren Dakong Mantra", some

One day, I will devote myself wholeheartedly to Buddha and become a holy Buddha who saves people from suffering."

"If so, this will definitely be recorded in the annals of history. The five top saints of the dead tribe escaping into Buddhism together will become a story for the ages! Yes, it's really good." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong said: "However, true murder, true delusion, and true greed were cut off by the Temple of Death from a young age, leaving only the desire to kill in the heart. How can this be a good thing?"

"It doesn't matter. When I have the opportunity, I will buy some Seven Emotions and Six Desire Pills to help them gradually recover." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong chanted a Buddha's name loudly and said: "If this is the case, my uncle's merits will be immeasurable."

After thinking about it, Zhang Ruochen walked up to Zhen Sha, Zhen Wan, and Zhen Greed, thought for a while, then slapped his palm out and pressed it on Zhen Sha's forehead.

The splendid light of truth flew out from his palm and poured into Zhen Sha's body.

Zhen Sha's body shimmered like a holy lamp, with countless starlight points circulating within the body. Wisps of death energy and murderous intent were squeezed out of the body and dissipated.

When Zhang Ruochen retracted his palm, the death aura on Zhen Sha's body faded a lot, and the vicious aura in his eyes almost completely dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen used the same method to help Zhen delusion and Zhen greed.

Magpie God Son and Uncle Tian stood aside, watching with horror. They did not think that Zhang Ruochen was helping the three white-clothed Death Gods. Instead, they felt that Zhang Ruochen was going to fight to the death with the Death God Temple.

The Temple of Death spent an unknown amount of resources and eliminated many failed products before it could cultivate a white-robed Death God who would never die.

Zhang Ruochen destroyed three people in an instant.

How can the Temple of Death let it go?

This is a huge feud!

Zhang Ruochen's gaze turned to Magpie God Son and Tian Shuzi.

The expressions on the two men's faces changed with shock, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would ruin their path in this way.

"I'm going to copy the "Daren Dakong Mantra" first."

Magpie God Son took out a pen from the collar of the monk's robe, walked towards the stone table, squatted on the ground, and started copying in a decent manner.

Uncle Tian's face changed several times and he said, "I want to copy too."

Zhang Ruochen asked Er Sikong to supervise them in copying scriptures and chanting mantras, leading Da Sikong into the room, and then released the space domain to prevent the ensuing conversation from being eavesdropped.

Da Sikong quickly asked: "Uncle Master asked Cang Jie to go to Kunlun Realm to look for Fairy Baihua?"
To be continued...