Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 48
Mo Xian took a book of Lei Fa and wrote down many key points. He had a very clear mind that ghosts were rampant in the Yinfeng Cave, and Lei Fa is a masculine force, so it should be able to restrain these ghosts.

He walked to the Yinfeng Cave, which was on the back hill, and a small room stood at the entrance of the Yinfeng Cave. Mo Xian was punished, and he went directly to the hut.

An old Taoist priest was dozing off, and Mo Xian stood aside respectfully, the door was deserted, and there was no one in sight for a long time.

After an hour, the Taoist finally woke up, stretched his waist, and yawned, as if he was not fully awake yet, he uttered a Taoist song: "

It's over, the fate of the Tao has fallen, and a few Taoists know the true self;
But fish eyes are recognized as pearls, and grass seeds are often used as fairy fruits.

It is all about abandoning the usual and being curious, and it is all a blessing and a curse;

Always encountering a master who does not bow his head, he has already locked the door by himself. "

After singing, he seemed to wake up, looked up at Mo Xian, and Mo Xian made a salute: "Master, disciple Mo Xian was punished to come here, and obeyed Master's arrangement."

"You are Mo Xian. I heard that Master Jing'an of the Fahua School said that you are from Yan Luodian?"

"The disciple used to be a killer in the Temple of Yama, but now he has turned his back on the evil and returned to the Taoist sect."

"Your hands are bloody, what else do you practice!"

"A sage is always good at saving people, so he never abandons anyone!" Mo Xian answered him by citing a passage from the Tao Te Ching.

The old Taoist smiled, his eyes were covered with gum, and with a smile, his teeth were full of white teeth, and his eyes gleamed brightly: "You're good at trickery, go in, you're covered in blood, I'm afraid it's easier to attract those ghosts and ghosts, the old Taoist is old, Too much sleep, you go now."

He yawned again, leaned on the table, and fell asleep soundly.

Mo Xian's eyes narrowed, his face was full of surprise, seeing his body relaxed and heavy, Mo Xian vaguely felt that there was another word that he forgot. There is another person here. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not have noticed that there was a person here.

He didn't enter the cave immediately, but felt it silently. After a while, he stepped into the Yinfeng Cave.

As soon as Mo Xian left, the old man moved a bit, and murmured, "Young children can be taught."

When Mo Xian walked to the entrance of the cave, he felt a thin layer of film, and the brilliance flashed. He entered the cave. It was a restriction placed at the entrance of the Yinfeng cave to prevent ghosts from leaving the cave. It is harmless to people, but to ghosts, it is like The natural moat is general.

It is not past noon now, there is no wind in the Yinfeng Cave for the time being, Mo Xian enters the cave, the cave is dark, different from the outside world, but it is not without light, Mo Xian looks up, there is a place in front of him, there is a natural high platform, Mo Xian knew that his destination was there.

As he walked there, he heard footsteps in the cave, and a bearded man appeared in front of him. When he saw Mo Xian, he arched his hands: "Are you also here to catch spirit ghosts?"

Mo Xian saw the spirit ghost bag on his waist, and smiled slightly: "Brother, it's a good harvest, I'm afraid the spirit ghost bag won't fit."

He scratched his head: "It's easy to say, if you want to catch the spirit ghost, I'm afraid you have to go deep into the cave. I'm Yan Tianyun, what's your name?"

"Mo Xian."

As soon as the words came out, Yan Tianyun was slightly stunned, and said awkwardly: "It turns out to be Brother Mo, the four hours of Ziwu Maoyou are not easy to endure, I entered it, it is the end of Left Mao, so come and go out at noon."

He was in a good mood, Mo Xian said with a smile: "I made a mistake and should be punished. Brother Yan should hurry up, noon is coming soon."

"Brother Mo, take care." Yan Tianyun arched his hands and hurried out of the Yinfeng Cave.

Sitting cross-legged on the high platform, Mo Xian knew that the Yinfeng was coming. Although he had heard of the Yinfeng, he had never experienced it.

There seemed to be whimpering in the distance, and a gust of black wind blew over the sky and covered the sky. The momentum was astonishing, like the roar of ten thousand orifices, but it seemed to have dropped sharply. When the wind blew, it was not as powerful as imagined.

A burst of irritability almost filled Mo Xian's heart. This situation was abnormal. Mo Xian immediately cast the golden light spell, and a layer of golden light emerged to block the wind.

Mo Xian thought to himself, Yinfeng said it was scary, but it didn't seem to be a big deal.

As soon as I thought of this, the cloudy wind suddenly changed, as if the surrounding wind stopped, and mutilated ghosts surrounded me one after another, a bloody aura surged, and even the golden light around me was shaken.

Not only that, but the Yin wind seemed to awaken Mo Xian's memory. Before he knew it, Mo Xian's eyes were red, and he couldn't sit still. The Golden Light Body Protection Curse had disappeared without a trace.

Mo Xian felt that he knew all the remnant souls in front of him. Countless memories had been dug out, and everyone he killed was in front of him. appeared in front of him.

Mo Xian screamed wildly in his heart: "I was not afraid of you when you were alive. If you die, you will be ghosts. If you want to take my life, then die for me!"

He wanted to jump up, a bit of clarity remained in his heart, tightly suppressing him, telling him that this was an illusion, he bit his tongue, his mouth was bloody, and finally suppressed his restless heart, he finally remembered the submergence Xu Zi warned, all these are illusions, why are they so real.

He insisted on a little bit of clarity, and found that all the ghosts were jumping on him, feeling cold to the bone, as if his flesh and blood did not belong to him.

He felt that his body had become skinny and old, and it was more serious than the loss of vitality last time. Fear arose in Mo Xian's heart for no reason. Between life and death, there was great terror. He had realized it. What could be clearer than himself? It is even more terrifying to feel that I am going to death a little bit.

He put all his heart on this, he was not reconciled, but he couldn't seem to move, tried to use his true energy, but there was no effect, as if everything was a nightmare.

He did not give up, and many times he fell into a desperate situation. He relied on this unyielding spirit to escape from death. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

He was struggling in his heart, and suddenly he remembered that he had never heard of people dying in the Yinfeng Tunnel, could it be just a falsehood, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, he was just not far from the entrance of the Yinfeng Tunnel, could it be that all this was a falsehood .

He tried his best to stay awake, he felt like a thousand knives, but he still couldn't cry out, which was good, at least it showed that he was still alive.

As soon as he thought about it, he thought of the way the old Taoist was sleeping, his body relaxed, sinking, and forgetful, and he got a word of forgetting right. At this moment, Mo Xian thought of forgetting. He didn't know that all of this was secretly in line with the Buddhist Zen The gist, the "Diamond Sutra" has a cloud: No one has a face, no self, no sentient beings, and even no life.

Everything has no self and no form, pain and other external causes disappear, and the external sensation disappears. A kind of joy is born from the heart. This is a kind of ecstasy. He is immersed in joy. He does not know that he accidentally broke into the first meditation realm.

The old Taoist frowned when Mo Xian fell into a hallucination. He is Qianxuzi's senior brother Qianwuzi. Qianxu had taken care of him a long time ago and asked him to take care of Mo Xian. His difference, he was happy for Qianxu in his heart.

When Mo Xian entered the cave, he remembered that Mo Xian used to be a killer, so to speak bloody all over his body, if he entered in the middle of the night, the first level would be easy to pass, why this time came, but Mo Xian had already entered it, Qian Wuzi smiled wryly, if he had known earlier, he would not have pretended, this kid would give him a head-on blow.

His body was covered in blood, I am afraid that the dark wind at noon will take advantage of the bloody aura, and its power will be multiplied several times. He will suffer a lot, should he be saved, otherwise, although he will not be harmed at all, I am afraid it will leave him in his heart. under the shadow.

Qian Wuzi was observing Mo Xian, and saw that Mo Xian had fallen into an illusion. In the dark wind at noon, there were only some weak ghosts, who could not harm anyone at all, because the yang energy was at its peak at noon in a day.

Even in the Yinfeng Tunnel, this rule still exists, not to mention that Mo Xian didn't go deep.

Suddenly, Qian Wuzi laughed, this guy, when did he enter Zen concentration, it is better to say sitting forgetfulness rather than meditation meditation, but it is not pure sitting forgetfulness, leave him alone, he will be fine in the afternoon wind.

The orthodox meditation is defined by desire and deepens, and gradually becomes disgusted and centrifuged, and then it is defined by desire and goes deep into ground concentration. Then the eight touches occur, and it begins to enter the first meditation.

But Mo Xian was introduced by forgetfulness, and the eight touches were not triggered at all. Compared with the eight touches, the pain he suffered was so intense that he should not have entered the first jhana at all, but he just entered the first jhana. Enter the Second Zen.

Speaking of his first meditation, it is closer to sitting and forgetting, but it is more joyful than sitting and forgetting.

Gradually, the cloudy wind subsided, and at noon the cloudy wind had ended, and Mo Xian came out of his samadhi. He was surprised to find that he was fine at all. It turned out that what he was experiencing was a hallucination. On the contrary, it is a little backward, but the inside seems to be brighter, and I seem to be different. In what respect?
He felt very puzzled. He seemed to be more refined and relaxed. Unbeknownst to Mo Xian, the yin wind entered his body and refined his body and mind. The yang energy in his body reacted naturally, and part of the impurities in his body and mind were removed. In the wind tunnel, it is impossible to improve his skills, but his foundation has been consolidated.

A cloudy wind at noon almost caused Mo Xian to fall into a big somersault. Then, the cloudy wind that came down at the unitary time, logically speaking, the unitary time is the time when the gold industry in the world is flourishing, and the cloudy wind naturally carries the golden energy and is full of killing, so it should be It's the time when the military spirit is in full swing, so I might as well take advantage of this free time to practice a kind of thunder technique.

The thunder technique he practiced is called Shenxiao Thunder Technique. However, what he has practiced so far is just the foundation, which is thunder in the palm of his hand. Visualize the thunder god, which changes in thousands of ways, gathers the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth, and releases it in the palm of his hand.

Mo Xian studied the thunder technique here, and before he knew it, the time of unitary had come, Mo Xian heard the howling of thousands of orifices, like thunder, a gust of wind rose from the depths of the cave, like the sound of thousands of drums, Before he got close, a gust of coldness rushed towards him with determination.

There seemed to be countless armored soldiers in the wind, and they faintly saw countless black smoke forming arrows, shooting them head-on, Mo Xian released his hand, the yin and yang qi fought each other, and there was a loud thunder, clearing out a large area.

Yin Feng was also angry, and there seemed to be killing sounds in the wind, like gold and iron horses, surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)