In Room No. 1, Tianzi, on the third floor of Yuelai Inn, Deng Xian and others did not know that Heishan Xiong had just come here and sold the information about the Mountain Temple to Yuelai Inn downstairs. They wanted to pass

The news led Nanlulin to take revenge on Jinyiwei.

At this time, everyone was looking at the "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword" that Lin Bixie had already written silently, including Lin Bixie himself.

The calligraphy was now in Xue Bodhi's hand. Xue Bodhi put down the rosary and hung it on his wrist. He lowered his head and looked at the so-called "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" carefully.

The secret handbook was turning faster and faster in Xue Bodhi's hands, and the sword skills and moves were almost passed by at a glance. Until he reached the internal skills that matched the sword skills, he suddenly froze, and it took almost dozens of breaths to barely turn the page.

Pass a page.

And with each subsequent page, the time it took to flip through it became longer and longer, as if each page weighed a thousand pounds. The nearly ten pages of "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword" took almost an hour to read.

Finally seeing the sentence "There is no cure, only then can one achieve great enlightenment and reach nirvana." Blood Bodhi took a deep breath and suddenly closed the book in his hand.

"Master, what can you see?" Lin Bixie was the first to speak the moment Blood Bodhi closed the secret book.

Although Lin Bixie no longer had any expectations for his family's "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword", he still wanted to know whether the secret book that led to the destruction of his family was true or false.

If it is true, then why has no one in the Lin family mastered this peerless swordsmanship? If it is false, then wouldn't it be a joke that more than a hundred members of the Lin family were wiped out.

Under Lin Bixie's unblinking gaze, Blood Bodhi put down the secret book in his hand and said: "The secret book is true, and it does contain the undisclosed secret of the No. 1 temple in the world - the Nirvana Sutra."

"Then why has no one in our Lin family mastered the "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword" in these years? Outsiders say that our Lin family is inscrutable, but I know that my father has been diligently practicing this sword technique for nearly thirty years.

, but it is still just an innate state of refining Qi, which is far from the invincible level of my grandfather Lin Tianfeng back then. Is there something wrong with the secret book?"

Lin Bixie said in confusion, if the secret book was fake, he would still be able to accept it.

But if the secret book is true, then aren't the claims of those people in the world right? The father and son really had nothing to gain.

"There is no manipulation in the secret book. This poor monk can still understand it." Blood Bodhi said firmly.

"Why is that?" Lin Bixie asked after hearing this.

"Because the important part of the "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" is the internal martial arts, not the swordsmanship. Unsurprisingly, this internal martial arts is the entire text of the "Nirvana Sutra" that was lost in the White Horse Temple.

." After hearing this, Blood Bodhi once again opened the internal strength chapter of "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" and said.

Lin Bixie shook his head repeatedly and said: "It's impossible. I have been practicing internal skills diligently over the years, but after practicing for more than ten years, I am still in the state of practicing physical transformation. It is a second-rate martial art. If I concentrate on it for more than ten years, it will be more than that."

Hearing this, Blood Bodhi sighed and said: "This is because this internal martial art has extremely high requirements for people. The Nirvana Sutra requires people to achieve the appearance of no one, no self, and no living beings when practicing.

The greater the obsession, the slower the progress, because what Buddhism emphasizes is the word emptiness, all paths are empty, and Nirvana is the path."

"It is precisely because of this that the "Nirvana Sutra", a secret book that directly points to the realm of land gods, has been placed in Baima Temple for many years. Except for Zen Master Baima, no one has completed it. There is no desire and no pursuit, and all thoughts are empty. This

Even an old monk who has been thirty or forty years old dare not say that he can do it. One of the ten generations of monks is lucky enough to do it."

"So this is how my grandfather Lin Tianfeng practiced? Everything is in vain?" Lin Bixie was stunned when he heard this.

"No, there is a shortcut to this technique. If the poor monk guessed correctly, your grandfather Lin Tianfeng took this shortcut." Blood Bodhi paused and said.

"What shortcut?" Lin Bixie asked.

"Donor Lin, does he know the two paths of Buddhist practice?" Xue Bodhi clasped his hands and asked.

Lin Bixie shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

"Back then, Shenxiu and Huineng were arguing. Shenxiu said, 'The body is a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. It should be brushed diligently at all times to avoid dust.' Huineng said, 'Bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning.

Where is the dust? In the end, Hui Neng won and became the Sixth Patriarch of Zen, but what the two talked about were actually two paths of Buddhist practice."

As he spoke, Blood Bodhi turned around, looked at the "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" and said:

"Shenxiu is born with Buddha nature, all things are empty, and he can achieve it by practicing hard. Huineng's Buddha nature is actually far inferior to Shenxiu, but others are born with great enlightenment. This is epiphany."

"These two paths are the methods of practicing the Nirvana Sutra. One is to be born with Buddha nature and achieve it through hard practice; the other is to make unremitting progress for twenty years, and once you have enlightenment, the Buddha Dharma will be self-developed and Nirvana will be achieved."

"Your grandfather finally got married in the world of mortals, and he probably took the latter path. But just because he was able to do so, it doesn't mean that those of you who come after him can also do so."

"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"

"Whether it is innate Buddha nature or acquired enlightenment, it is a great opportunity that ordinary people can never encounter. For thousands of years, very few Buddhists have been able to achieve this. The Lin family is only three generations old, and no one in the future has mastered the Nirvana Sutra.

》It’s also expected.”

"So...is this actually the case?"

Lin Bixie was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said:

"It's pitiful that more than a hundred members of my Lin family died for a secret book that is almost impossible to learn. Thank you, Master, for clearing up the confusion."

"There is no need to thank you. Since the poor monk read your Lin family's "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword", he should answer it. He even took advantage of it. This way, he gave the "Demon Sword Technique" to the donor, which can be regarded as repaying the donor.

."

Blood Bodhi took out a copy of "The Sword Art of Subduing Demons" from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Bixie and said: "Your internal strength in the "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" is naturally unmatched, but your swordsmanship is actually just average.

This set of swordsmanship can be regarded as self-defense for the donor."

Lin Bixie paused for a moment while looking at "The Sword Art of Subduing Demons", but finally took the secret book and said, "Thank you so much, Master."

Hearing this, Xue Bodhi said the Buddha's name to express his gratitude. Then he turned around and looked at Deng Xiandao:

"Donor Deng, I want to thank you very much this time. When the poor monk completes his meditation on the Nirvana Sutra, he will definitely go to Mount Lu in person to meet the master warlock you mentioned."

Deng Xian bowed and said: "Then you will definitely not disappoint Master, so we won't bother Master here any more."

After that, Deng Xian turned around and left with Dongcheng Azu and others who were drinking happily. After walking out of the inn, Deng Xian let go of Dongcheng Azu and Zu'an artist.

"Why are you so violent? We still have two drinks to finish at most." Dongcheng Azu said with a look of dissatisfaction.

"That's right, although the alcohol content is not that high, it still tastes good." The Zu'an artist nodded.

"I was afraid that the master wouldn't be able to help us in two seconds, so I drank a few drinks, hugged the master's legs and persuaded him to make ducks. I shouldn't have brought you here." Deng Xian said unceremoniously.

Upon hearing this, Dongcheng Azu put a hand on Deng Xian's shoulder and said: "An Xin, isn't this a very happy chat? Besides, Master, he doesn't know what duck means."

"Go away, go back to Youjian Inn, and I'll settle the score with you again." Deng Xian directly slapped Dongcheng Azu's hand away.

Hearing this, Dongcheng's Azu seemed to have remembered something and said, "Yes, there is an inn. I almost forgot about it if you didn't mention it. I still have some serious business to do."

"Don't think about it. The only one waiting for you when you go back tonight is Turtle Shell." Deng Xian said coldly.

"Fuck, no, you can't always treat me like this, I also want human rights." Dongcheng Azu wailed.

………

When night falls on the earth, only scattered lights remain in Mianchi County.

At this time, Liangbao Latiao and others had rushed back to Youjian Inn from the mountain temple. Four teams gathered at Youjian Inn. Dongcheng Azu was hung on the beam again.

"Do you usually treat him like this?" Gray Feng said with some surprise.

Hearing this, the Zu'an artist waved his hand and said: "No, this is just Azu's special hobby. We are just happy to help others."

"So that's it, this hobby is really unique." Hui Feng said in wonder.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

For a moment, Azu, who was hung in mid-air in the east city, struggled hard.

Gray Feng asked in confusion: "What did he say?"

"He said you shouldn't disturb him while he was hanging. It affected his performance," the Zaun artist translated.

"Oh, okay." Gray Feng then turned around and left Dongcheng Azu who was hanging up.

Dongcheng Azu's struggle became even more intense.

At this time, Deng Xian was looking at the three dying NPPCs. He was not only rolling his eyes, but also twitching all over. He felt that even if he was not dead, he seemed to be close to death.

Hearing this, Deng Xian couldn't help but said: "What did you do after I left? How did the three of them become like this?"

"It's just two more pots of mushroom soup. Don't worry, they are all alive. I know for sure." I said as I spread my hands as I was not a vegetarian.

Hearing this, Deng Xian looked at the three NPCs, then looked at me and said, "You don't look like you have a clue."

"Although he didn't count, old driver, you can rest assured that I have used up all my non-vegetarian mushrooms. Even if he wants to do bad things, he doesn't have any tools anymore." Hui Feng said after hearing this.

After hearing this, Deng Xian finally knew how these three NPCs became like this. Mugu, who could kill thousands of people in the entire mountain temple, was killed by these three. It is really a miracle that he is still alive. He is worthy of being a martial arts master.

This body is made to resist.

Deng Xian sighed and said, "Okay, you guys should keep an eye on it. At least you won't die before going to Mount Wei tomorrow."
Chapter completed!