forget the river mirror

Chapter 5 Buddha Saves Destined Persons

The Promise Sect, the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

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The sound of the blade piercing through the air lifted Lin Chuan's long hair tied with satin, and sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead. Lin Chuan repeated the vertical chopping action all night long.

If you can't feel the spirit, then practice martial arts. Lin Chuan has never stopped to make himself stronger.

Whether it is a secret realm or a worldly experience, Lin Chuan actually doesn't care about the so-called quota at all. As Wu Tian's closed disciple, he knows far more than those ordinary disciples.

The current Wuji Sect seems to be strong, but in fact it has long been in danger.

Motu has never given up its intention of aggression. Although there is competition among the three major forces of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, they will not feed tigers and let the cause of the Wuji Sect develop wantonly.

If the ancestor Wuji was not still alive, the Zongmen War would have started long ago, and the Motu on the opposite side of the Sky-Shattering Canyon has been eyeing Kyushu all the time.

When there is a war, human life is worthless. At that time, Lin Chuan, who has no ability to protect himself, can only become a burden for Master...

"I have nothing in the world,

A pot of turbid wine falls into the world of mortals.

Don't seek longevity in the world,

Kill a god... hiccup~I'll exchange wine money~"

The old Huangtou was lying on his side on the bluestone, letting the evening wind blow into his open skirt, singing an unknown tune while patting his knees, while drinking the jug of old wine brought by Lin Chuan, looking extremely free and easy.

After drinking well, Lao Huang seemed to have a smile on all the wrinkles on his face, but when he turned his gaze to Lin Chuan, his eyes were full of undisguised disgust.

"Boy, that's not how you practice knives."

Lao Huang, who really couldn't stand it anymore, ruffles his hay-like messy hair, and walked over stretchingly.

When he walked to Lin Chuan's side, he waved his raised right hand down casually, and a cold light flashed away from Lin Chuan's eyes, other than that, there seemed to be no change.

Even the swaying bamboo leaves did not change their falling trajectory.

But in the next second, Lin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because the scattered bamboo leaves were evenly divided into two before falling to the ground.

Lao Huang was very satisfied with Lin Chuan's shocked expression: "If you don't know martial arts, you are just a man. If you practice like this, your arms will become thicker and thicker, which is useless at all."

Seeing Lao Huang's arrogant appearance, Lin Chuan curled his lips and said with disdain: "Don't just talk, teach me how to practice, or else I will cut off your drink tomorrow."

"Cough..." Old Huangtou couldn't remember how long he hadn't been threatened by anyone, but he swore an oath not to stay out of the bamboo forest, and no one else could enter here except Lin Chuan. There was nothing I could do, so I had to sit back on the bluestone and patiently explained:

"Actually, there is no difference between martial arts and those spiritual cultivations. There are thousands of roads and different paths lead to the same goal. In the end, what you cultivate is the word 'yi'. Let me ask you first, why did you choose to practice swords?"

Lin Chuan also put the knife into its sheath, sat cross-legged across from Lao Huang, and said seriously:
"To become stronger."

But this is just the reason Lin Chuan said, and this reason is also in line with his current identity. What Lin Chuan didn't say was that he wanted to protect Xiao Zuo. His side seemed to be getting more and more chaotic...

Lin Chuan couldn't imagine what he would be like if one day he could never hear Xiao Zuo's voice again.

Lao Huang sighed and said helplessly:
"...It's the same for whip training. You used two taels of rice wine to exchange this Xinghe from me that day. I thought you would never be able to get it out of its sheath in your life, but you pulled Xinghe out after receiving it , It’s not that you chose Xinghe, but Xinghe chose you.”

As Lao Huang said, he waved his hand and let Xinghe hang in front of Lin Chuan:

"Knife, the main kill, practicing the knife is nothing more than practicing how to kill better, so the intention you have to cultivate is the killing intention. The evil spirit on your body is heavier than others, so it is not difficult to get started. It is difficult. It is to accept the killing intent and control the killing intent, otherwise...you will become a lunatic who can only kill."

Lin Chuan frowned, raised his hand and gently supported Xinghe's blade. The three-foot-three-inch long pure white blade was covered with beautiful ice cracks. As Lin Chuan slid his fingers across, every crack flashed across. There was a cool streamer.

About two years ago, Lin Chuan was wandering in the Zongmen, and accidentally broke into the bamboo forest, but was beaten up by the old beggar Huang Huang. At that time, the master was still in the Zongmen, and Lin Chuan ran back immediately Sued.

In the end, this old Huang actually fought on par with his master, but in the end, his master was superior and forced Lao Huang to exchange a weapon for Lin Chuan's pot of old wine.

After the master left the sect to do business, Lin Chuan, who had not been able to realize his spirit, would come to Lao Huang to practice swords every night. Two years later, this was the first time Lao Huang took the initiative to teach him.

Lin Chuan probably understood what Lao Huang meant, and then asked the question he was most concerned about: "Can the cultivation of mind produce spiritual energy?"

"No." Lao Huang shook his head, drank the last sip of wine in the flagon, and said with a belch:

"However, practicing swords can develop sword energy. It's still the same sentence. All dharmas are unified. After practicing to my level, whether there is spiritual energy is not a problem at all. Tao is the most important thing. Don't be so ambitious."

Lao Huang raised his head and looked at the white-belly sky. With a flick of his finger, a cicada floated in front of Lin Chuan's eyes:
"This cicada has only a few days to live, but these days are when its vitality is the strongest. If you can keep your knife out of the sheath and silence it, you have entered the door. Come on, three boys, tomorrow Remember to bring an extra pot tonight..."

"Snapped!"

Before Lao Huang finished speaking, Lin Chuan slapped the Ticada to death:
"This counts as getting started?"

"……Calculate!"

Lao Huang, who couldn't hold back the image of a tall man, squeezed out a word from between his teeth, and then disappeared from Lin Chuan's eyes with a wave of his sleeves.

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Chaoyang poked out half of his body from the sea of ​​clouds.

Lao Huang has been away for a long time, Lin Chuan is still sitting cross-legged on the ground, with an inexplicable smile on his face, in fact, when he heard "accept the killing intent", he already knew what Lao Huang meant, and shot Qiu to death. Cicada did it on purpose.

Lin Chuan's heart is not big at all. When he strayed into the bamboo forest, Lao Huang swollen his ass with the bamboo stick. It is necessary to take back the shame at that time.

"I feel refreshed."

Xiao Zuo's voice made Lin Chuan's eyes widen suddenly, and he quickly asked about the details. After listening, Lin Chuan became more certain of his guess.

"I see. Later, I will ask the little monk if there is any way to purify the energy you mentioned. You first try to cultivate with the Xuanqing Jue I asked you to write down, and wait for my news."

Lin Chuan hurriedly replied, got up and ran back to the courtyard quickly. This time, he felt the spirit, and there was nothing wrong with it!
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Lin Chuan, who returned to the courtyard, did not rush to meditate, but put the Gumai grass given by the little monk Xuanjing yesterday into the bathtub, and waited for the hot water to turn grass green before burying himself in the water.

Xuan Jing, who is born with a sea of ​​anger, can receive a piece of medicinal materials from the sect every month. Compared with Gumai grass, the root of Lingzhu, which can be trained to transform Qi pills, is actually his best choice.

It is only because Gumai herbs are mild in nature and more suitable for Lin Chuan who has not yet awakened, that he always settles for the second best.

Lin Chuan didn't say anything, but he remembered this friendship in his heart.

After a while, the water in the bathtub gradually became clear, and Lin Chuan's fatigue from practicing swords all night was swept away. Then he put on his robe, lit the incense, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

Unsurprisingly, Lin Chuan's consciousness was once again drawn into the broken battlefield.

Dead bones were scattered at Lin Chuan's feet, and the scattered weapons seemed to be hemlock bushes growing out of the soil.

An indescribable shadow instantly appeared behind Lin Chuan, the murderous aura visible to the naked eye condensed into the shape of tentacles, and the chaotic and noisy whispers brought great fear again, almost making Lin Chuan walk away uncontrollably again pace.

But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn around.

Lao Huang asked him to accept and control the killing intent.

Xiao Zuo also said that when Jue Ling was surrounded by a pale golden shadow.

Lin Chuan knew that in this Daoyan, only by facing the shadow directly can he realize his spirit.

The indescribable shadow seemed to be stunned by Lin Chuan's turning around, but it quickly enveloped him. The biting chill made Lin Chuan's body stiff, and he gradually lost consciousness.

When Lin Chuan opened his eyes, he was still in that battlefield. Those fellow disciples who had said bad things about him behind their backs were all holding sharp knives and rushed towards him. Lin Chuan didn't hesitate, Xinghe unsheathed, and cut down directly.

It didn't take long for Lin Chuan to be surrounded by stumps and broken arms, and his pupils were gradually filled with blood.

"Trash, you don't deserve to live."

Zhang Fengnian, who had always wanted to compete with Lin Chuan for the place in the secret realm, grasped the sword formula and controlled two flying swords to pierce his shoulders. The severe pain made him sober.

Lin Chuan frowned, looked at Zhang Fengnian who put his neck under his knife, hesitated for a moment, and cut it down.

Lin Chuan could even see the hatred and panic on his face as the head rolled down.

But before he could withdraw his saber, Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing appeared in front of him, one holding a bamboo slip in his hand, the other twirling a Buddhist bead, and each made a move to kill him.

"Bring a long sword to Xi and hold Qin Gong, and leave Xi with no punishment."

"Crimson lotus!"

The long sword with condensed literary energy sank into Lin Chuan's chest, and the illusory arrow feathers trembled on Lin Chuan's thigh.

The broken lotus platform pierced his arms like thousands of sharp knives.

Lin Chuan's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and the endless pain was forcing him to swing the knife forward, but he didn't move at all, but resisted the pain and put Xinghe back into the scabbard.

A rare gentle smile appeared on Lin Chuan's face. He knew that Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing in front of him were fake, but he would not swing a knife at his friends.

The attack was not over yet, before Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing dissipated, an old man in white robe stood in the midair and threw out the whisk in his hand.

"Master?"

Lin Chuan immediately gave up resistance.

"Ok?"

Just when the whisk was about to reach Lin Chuan, the old Taoist stopped suspiciously, and the sharp filaments on the whisk almost touched Lin Chuan's eyes.

"Good boy, it's just Dao Yan, who actually touched my Dao body. Why didn't you run away this time?"

Wu Tian flicked the dust lightly, and the world before Lin Chuan's eyes suddenly turned upside down, and the dilapidated battlefield returned to the familiar courtyard. At some point, Wu Tian had already sat on the stone table, drinking tea, and looking at Lin Chuan curiously .

With a grimace, Lin Chuan jumped directly on the master's back, and grabbed his beard: "You always know why I can't awaken my spirit!?"

And only in front of the master, he will unsuspectingly show the most detached side.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Wu Tian quickly flicked the whisk, fixed Lin Chuan in mid-air, and explained with a guilty conscience:

"Being a teacher is also for your own good. You will know it in the future. Besides, I didn't expect you to be so timid. You have been running for two years, but you can still run away every time..."

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Wu Tian managed to appease Lin Chuan, and finally kept his beard. Then he let go of the confinement, and said very seriously:
"My Taoist body will dissipate soon, and you must keep in mind every word I say next.

Everyone has a different way of awakening the soul. Meditation will lead you to find the spiritual root hidden in your altar. The shadow you have been afraid of is actually your source of truth, and those illusory attacks you just experienced Killing is Dao Yan, you can regard it as a trial of mind cultivation.

Not everyone is qualified to let Da Dao help them cultivate their minds. When I picked you up outside the cracked sky canyon, I thought that this day would come. Your evil spirit is both a blessing and a curse...

Remember, don't forget your original heart, there is no one who can't be killed in this world.

Those who are disloyal can be killed! Those who are not filial can be killed!
The unkind man can be killed! The unrighteous man can be killed!
Anyone who is disrespectful, unwise or distrustful can be killed!

But you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't, you can't do it. "

Wu Tian mentioned the word "kill" lightly, but the invisible murderous aura made Lin Chuan breathless.

After waiting for the master to finish speaking, Lin Chuan responded with a firm expression: "Disciple, remember!"

But before he opened his mouth to ask Wu Tian when he would return to the sect, the world in front of him suddenly shattered.

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A smear of blood flashed from the diamond-shaped mirror... Lin Chuan finally felt the aura wandering in the air.

And at the moment when Lin Chuan opened his eyes, the supervisor Tiansi of the Great Qin Dynasty also rang a crisp wind chime.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the wooden corridor, and an old man in the official uniform of the second rank of the Great Qin Dynasty rushed to the top floor of the Star Picking Building holding Sinan who was spinning wildly.

There are only three walls on the top floor of the Zhaixing Building, and there are only a few coiled dragon columns under the eaves in the north, which is the observatory of Tiansi.

"Great master! Great master! The formation around the sky mirror is about to shatter!!!"

The great national teacher in white clothes and white hair, with his back to the door, sat cross-legged on the stargazing platform, quietly looking at the north, the second-rank official who rushed into the door wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth in the end, just bowed He saluted and stood aside cautiously.

After a long while, the great national teacher said:
"The one who should come will always come, summon the three teachings and Wuji, the sky mirror will open, and chaos will come...Let General Deng go back to Yong'an too."

The voice of the Great Master is not old, on the contrary, it is very energetic, and the tone is neither urgent nor slow. When the voice fell, the second-rank official had already regained his composure, and bowed to accept the order, while his hand was still twirling crazily just now. Sinan also froze.

The Zhaixing Tower returned to silence, and it was clear that Yong'an, the most prosperous capital in the world, was not far away, but at this time, the Zhaixing Tower was as quiet as if it was not in the world.

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In the Promise Sect.

The Xuanqing Jue, which he had memorized for a long time, began to operate independently. Lin Chuan was intoxicated by the mysterious feeling of absorbing spiritual energy, and he did not feel the annoying breath that Xiao Zuo said.

It wasn't until the sun was three poles that Lin Chuan faintly woke up. Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze to the side. Although there was nothing there, he somehow felt that it was a bit inconsistent.

"Qingying, is that you?"

Lin Chuan's voice fell, and a black shadow appeared beside him. He had long been used to Qing Ying's disappearance, although he still couldn't see Qing Ying's appearance clearly, and he didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman, but he was Lin Chuan's most trusted person.

Qingying is the protector left by his master. During the two years when Wu Tian was not in the sect, the existence of Qingying saved Lin Chuan a lot of trouble.

"Are you enlightened? I can finally speak, but it's not easy. There is a big monk who went to Kele Peak. It seems that he wants to take the little monk away. I'll go there first to watch the fun. Go take a bath quickly." , your taste..."

In the past two years, this was the first time Lin Chuan heard Qing Ying speak, but the cute and childish tone of her voice made Qing Ying's image of a master in Lin Chuan's heart collapse instantly.

But before Lin Chuan could ask, Qing Ying melted into the darkness.

Although Lin Chuan was a little anxious, he really couldn't stand the smell on his body, so he quickly jumped into the tub that hadn't been poured out, thinking that if the master was there, the little monk would definitely be fine.

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On the top platform of Kek Lok Peak, there are three huge Buddha statues. There are no temples to shelter from the wind and rain, and they are not as solemn as ordinary Buddha statues. The faces of each Buddha statue are very hateful. Big letters were written all over his face.

When Lin Chuan arrived at the Bliss Peak, Jiang Luo and her master, Layman Wangchen, were comforting the little monk, while Master Yi Nian stood in front of them and confronted them.

The little monk with no distracting thoughts hid behind Layman Wangchen with clear eyes, holding her Confucian robe tightly. Lin Chuan could even see the plump legs under the robe of Uncle Wangchen.

"Buddhism cultivates karma, Yunzang defected, and there is no news so far, only this evil is left... Buddha disciples, just as the secret realm of beginningless time is about to open, Leiyin Temple is willing to sell three places in the secret realm in exchange for Buddha disciples to return to the Buddha land."

The one who spoke was a monk with a big belly, with a smile like Maitreya Buddha on his round face, and the red cassock was covered with gold threads, shining brightly under the sunlight.

"Crack ~ bah ~"

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the crisp sound of cracking melon seeds came from Lin Chuan's ears. Hidden under the shade of the tree, Qingying still couldn't see her figure clearly, but Lin Chuan clearly saw that there were piles of seeds under her feet. A lot of melon seeds...

Fortunately, Master Yi Nian was not affected, but looked at the great monk without sadness or joy:
"The cloud burial is in the devil's soil. If you want to find him, I can send you across the cracked sky canyon right now. Xuanjing is my closed disciple. Let alone the three places in the secret realm, you just exchange Huatian Temple with me." , I can't even let him go back with you."

"The poor monk will not force others to make things difficult for him. You can wait until the senior brother passes away..." The great monk deliberately paused when he said this, and looked at Xuanjing, as if he wanted to know how the little monk would react.

But Xuan Jing just pinched the corner of Uncle Wangchen's clothes, without even raising his eyelids.

The great monk gave him a meaningful look, and then said: "The poor monk will come and bring the Buddha back."

"If you say a word more, I will use your relics to add a few Buddhist beads to my disciple today." Master Yi Nian's plain monk robe moved without wind, and his two long white eyebrows floated up.

The great monk opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to make another sound. He just raised his palm with one hand and recited the Buddha's name silently. General rare treasures.

When passing in front of Lin Chuan, the great monk stopped suddenly: "My Buddha is merciful, the evil spirit of the little benefactor is an ominous sign."

The great monk still had a benevolent smile on his face, but Lin Chuan felt a deep malice.

Jiang Luo subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by Layman Wangchen, and Qingying stopped eating melon seeds, and slowly disappeared into the shadows.

With Qingying by his side, Lin Chuan, who had confidence in his heart, carried Xinghe on his shoulders, raised his chin and said frivolously:

"I just sent people to Liangzhou in the Western Regions to donate seven temples."

"Excellent, excellent! The Buddha saves those who are destined, and the little benefactor will surely turn evil into good fortune in the future."

The smile on the great monk's face obviously became a lot more sincere, and he performed a Buddhist ceremony with his hands clasped together before leaving.

It wasn't until the great monk walked away that Lin Chuan curled his lips:
"The Buddha's degree of wealth is about the same as that of a rich man."

The little monk who had been hiding behind Layman Wangchen also rushed over, pulled Lin Chuan's sleeve, and asked innocently: "Brother, don't you not believe in Buddhism? You really donated to seven temples!?"

"How is it possible? Our family's money is useful. If you have that money, you might as well buy some Huaqi Pills for you." Lin Chuan curled up Xuanjing's bald head dumbfounded.

"Are you aware?" The layman Wangchen who walked over with Jiang Luo slightly raised his eyebrows, glanced at Lin Chuan in surprise, and then turned his head to look at Master Yi Nian: "That old lunatic Wu Tian won the bet, do you remember?" Prepare an extra refreshing pill."

After speaking, he threw a white jade pill bottle into Lin Chuan's arms, pinched his chin with his slender fingers, and said with beautiful eyes:
"This bone quenching pill was won by the old lunatic for you. You can eat it when you hit the sea of ​​​​qi, and there is more! Stay away from my apprentice in the future."

Lin Chuan nodded honestly, not daring to let out a fart, until he watched Wangchen's swaying figure go away, he breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "It's just a living fairy..."

"Oh!"

As soon as the words fell, the four large characters condensed with spiritual energy fell to Lin Chuan's side out of thin air, scaring the little monk so much that he jumped directly on Lin Chuan's back.

"Jun", "Son", "Shen" and "Independence"

"Your mouth..."

Seeing Lin Chuan's pitiful appearance, Jiang Luo rolled his eyes helplessly, spread out the bamboo slips while scolding, and took back the four large characters of aura.

"Yi Nian Xian Mo, Xiao Chuan, you must abide by your heart. I will ask Xuan Jing to send the refreshing pill to you tomorrow. Remember to take it when you are ready to break through the sea of ​​​​qi."

Master Yi Nian still looked neither sad nor happy, and after a few words of advice, the three young men were left behind, and flew back to the inverted peak hanging on the top of Bliss Mountain.

With no elders around him, Lin Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put the jade bottle given by Uncle Wangchen into his arms.

This Bone Tempering Pill is a good thing. It can not only enhance the bone hardness of monks in the Qi Sea Realm, but also release the combat power of the monks who are aware of the spirit. Although there is a risk of body explosion in the spirit-conscious realm, it can save their lives in desperate situations hole card.

After putting away the pill bottle, Lin Chuan put his hands on Jiang Luo, hugged the little monk, and said happily, "Let's go, let's go to the Taotie Pavilion at the foot of the mountain to have a good meal."

The little monk pursed his lips and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm a vegetarian..."

"It's not a big problem, Taotielou also has vegetarian dishes." Lin Chuan rubbed his head indifferently, and still held Jiang Luo's shoulder tightly with his other hand.

"Brother, whether a man or a woman can kiss each other."

A sweet blush quickly flashed across Jiang Luo's face. Fortunately, no one noticed it was covered by the veil, but although she was secretly happy, she still subconsciously unfolded the bamboo slips...

Lin Chuan's scalp went numb, he quickly let go of his hand, and honestly coiled up the little monk's bald head.

"Kah~ bah, you little trash with a lustful heart but no guts."

In the shadow under the shade of the tree, two more pieces of melon seed skins were spit out, mocking Lin Chuan ruthlessly.

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(End of this chapter)