high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 382

"Abbot?" Guanghui stood up in doubt, and quickly pushed open the door.

The shadow of the candle flickered.

The Sutra Pavilion was extremely lonely.

Those ancient bricks engraved with King Ming, ghosts and gods were illuminated by the oil candle in the abbot's hand, and with the flowing firelight, they also meandered.

Demons dance.

The old man holding an oil candle climbed up the steps step by step, silent, like a majestic lion.Guanghui suddenly realized that he was very old. This old man who had lived for so long was so old that there was a rotten smell on his robes, like an ancient corpse with its eyes opened from a coffin.

"Those little thoughts of yours are whimsical! It's extremely difficult!"

The abbot coughed lowly and sighed hoarsely: "Guanghui, it's great if you succeed, but if you don't, the 800-year foundation of the King Kong Temple will be destroyed by your hands sooner or later!"

"Abbot." Guanghui bowed down in astonishment: "Why did the abbot say such a thing, this disciple never meant it!"

"Do you really think you can hide those actions from me?"

The oil candle was placed on the table, and the swaying flame stabilized after trembling. The drowsy quiet room was completely lit up, and it also illuminated all the books in this quiet room.

""Buddha Says the Sutra of Infinite Tribulation", "Three Emperors' Disaster-Resisting Merits", "Small Vow Sutra", "Four Sutras of Great Preservation of Words and Foreign Purposes"...Since you failed to pass the test last year, you have borrowed the Ministry of Karma There are 75 books in the collection, 67 books in the Fazi Department, 720 books in the Dianzi Department, and [-] books in the Jiezi Department!"

"At first I didn't understand what it meant, but when I thought about it carefully, all of these classics were about the word 'robbery', the first robbery, the heavy robbery, the permanent robbery, the old robbery, the elephant phase robbery, the yin and yang robbery, from the fetal breath to the The five turbidities, from time and destiny to stars..."

The abbot's eyes became serious: "Guanghui, I warned you.

Trying to use the power of calamity to break through the situation will not work! "

The shadow of the candle shook for a moment amidst the reprimand, and after a short period of darkness, it illuminated the faces of the two of them again.

Both of their faces were carved in rock, one was silent while the other was expressionless.

"The "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" created by me has already achieved results, and it must point directly to the fundamental way of immortality." After a long silence, Guanghui said in a deep voice: "This time, there will be no more mistakes!"

"Last time your Heart Sutra almost burned to death, Xu Heranguang, not to mention how many people in the Sanbai Temple were burned to ashes!" The abbot's face showed a faint anger:

"Guanghui, I have warned you that the power of catastrophe is like a wild horse without rein. Using human power to control catastrophe is tantamount to bringing death to oneself! Your Heart Sutra claims to be able to break through with the power of catastrophe. Last time, even the countless big men in the temple Dedu was attracted by it. But what happened? If I hadn't used the ten-heart mirror to suppress your mental disturbances, this huge Vajra Temple would have become a ghost country long ago!"

"I thought you had repented, but looking at it today, it is still a useless act of fishing for the moon in the water." The abbot sighed in a low voice: "Everything you have done is just useless work..."

Drives the ubiquitous robbery scattered between heaven and earth, condenses them again and again with every breath, and finally explodes all the force of robbery at the moment of breaking through the barrier, turning it into the accumulation of advancement .

This is Guanghui's basic conception of the Chilong Heart Sutra, and it is also a strange method that was reprimanded by the abbot as absurd and heretical.

Last time, countless monks of King Kong Temple praised Guanghui's conception.No one is willing to sit and die of old age, and Guanghui's Heart Sutra is like pointing out a way to reach the sky for them.

But when they really practiced, they realized the hardships... The heart fire manifested by Jieli burned from the body surface to the primordial spirit. Ran Guang, who praised the Heart Sutra the most, was also the most injured, and he is still unconscious. Just relying on the nectar of Nirvana Pool, he barely breathed a sigh of relief.

"Last time it was my lack of foundation, this time..."

"This time? If you don't have enough foundation, what do you plan to do." The abbot interrupted him coldly: "Go down the mountain to steal scriptures?!"

Guanghui was startled in horror, he almost stood up from his seat in shock after being knocked out face to face, and blood rushed to his face all at once.

"You have borrowed 720 volumes from the Jie Zi Department's collection in the temple, but you have seen everything in the temple. You have also borrowed 75 volumes from the Ye Zi Department's collection, 67 from the Fa Zi Department's collection, and [-] from the Dian Zi Department's collection. Ten volumes are used to draw inferences by analogy...Guanghui, you have no secrets in the monastery's collection, if you still say that the foundation is not enough, then you have to go down the mountain to steal the scriptures."

The abbot said lightly: "Tell me, you and your apprentice Wuming have planned these days, what are your plans?"

Time passed little by little, and finally, Guanghui, who was not yet mature enough to be as deep as the day after tomorrow, lowered her head and spoke helplessly.

"Using Tongjiang River as the boundary, I will go to Beiwei and Jiangbei to manage, and I will go to Xichu and Jiangnan in ignorance." Guanghui looked around, hesitated and lowered his voice: "It would be best if nothing happened during the period, but if there is Storm..."

"Steal or rob?" the abbot asked.

"Threats first, if you don't get coerced, you can grab the ones you can win, and steal the ones you can't win." At this point, Guang Hui felt calm.

As time passed, the abbot finally spoke when the candlelight became shorter and Guanghui's forehead began to sweat.

"Can the Heart Sutra be accomplished?"

"I'm [-]% sure!"

"Okay." The abbot stood up indecisively. He picked up the oil candle that had burned to the end, and when he walked out the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Remember." He turned around, his tone was extremely calm, without any ups and downs: "No matter what, don't reveal the identity of the Vajra Temple."

inside the portal.

Guanghui was instantly overjoyed.

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Paint genting, backyard.

Xiaoqiu is still climbing up and down the rockery, like a restless sparrow, and like a wild cat that is always in high spirits.Wuming crouched obediently at the bottom of the rockery, he raised his face, and stared blankly at this beautiful girl running around cheerfully, and finally covered himself in dust.

That Zhang Mingxiu's face was dirty, only his eyes blinked triumphantly, like the clearest section of Tongjiang River.

She never seemed to be tired, always full of vigor and joy.

Wuming never knew what she was thinking.Just like he once tried to lure a proud wild cat with a small fish, he thought the wild cat would come forward, but the cat just wagged its tail and ran away without looking back...

Wuming thought that he might never be able to figure out Xiao Qiu, just like at that time, he couldn't figure out the cat that suddenly ran away wagging its tail.

"Hey!" Xiao Qiu suddenly lowered her head angrily, "Monk!"

"Not a monk." He corrected: "Ignorance."

"Monk!"

"..."

"Monk, are you really leaving?" Xiao Qiu lowered her head and broke the rocks: "Why? Are you leaving today?"

"There is something to do in the temple, and the teacher also has something to give me." Wuming watched her tottering down on the rocks, and quickly stretched out his hand, but Xiaoqiu deftly dodged it.

"The temple wants everyone to go to Zheng Guo to find someone, teacher..." Wu Ming thought about his words, and said carefully:

"The teacher wants me to go... well, go to the sects of Jiangnan and Western Chu, and borrow...borrow something..."

"Are you leaving today?"

"Well, let's go today."

"Then why are you here!" Xiao Qiu frowned, and suddenly jumped down the rockery, her beautiful eyes stared fiercely, as if angry: "Why are you here!"

"I came to see you." Wuming avoided her gaze in embarrassment and lowered his head: "You are my only friend in Qijinting, I..."

He tried his best to organize his words, but in silence, he was interrupted by a sneer.

"Friend?" Xiao Qiu suddenly sneered: "Do you know who I am!"

"My surname is Xie, and I have the same surname as the governor of Zhongli County, but I am no match for them!" Looking at Wuming who was stunned, Xiaoqiu clenched his fists and shouted loudly:

"Friend? What do you know! You don't know anything! You only know that I am Qi Jinting's handyman. My name is Xiao Qiu. Do you know my name is Xie Qiu?!"

"I……"

"Just a few words with you is a friend? Do you know what a friend is! Monk, you don't want to be my friend!"

Xiaoqiu continued to speak coldly: "My father is a wild man. I have never seen him since he was born. He is a prostitute. Even the word 'thank you' was randomly chosen by my mother. As for my mother..."

She gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at the helpless ignorance: "The madam of the brothel is my mother!"

"..."

"I'm not a person from a good background. Everyone looks down on me. A monk like you won't be my friend!"

She lowered her head, and the circles of her eyes quickly turned red: "My mother is a prostitute, an old prostitute! I am the daughter of a prostitute, and they all say that I am a little bitch... um... um..."

The words were suddenly blocked, Xiaoqiu stared wide-eyed in astonishment, watching the monk in white who had been silent all this time stretch out his hand and gently covered his mouth.

He stood with his back to the sunlight, the expression on his face was blurred in the sunlight, making people feel that the white clothes were like a halo of light, like a dream gently descended by the gods.

The lips were gently covered by the palm, and the pleasant smell of sandalwood made Xiaoqiu's heart beat faster for no reason, and her face turned red strangely.

"Don't talk about yourself like that in the future, and..." Wuming leaned over slightly, looked at Xiao Qiu seriously, and said seriously:

"The poor monk will always be Miss Xiaoqiu's friend!"

The heart tightened one after another, and there was a fierce feeling like pain. After a long silence, Xiaoqiu suddenly raised her head.

This weird girl suddenly licked the palm of Wuming's palm narrowly, her eyebrows and eyes curved into a slit.Then he watched Wuming jump up high like a frightened cat with satisfaction, panicking at a loss.

While he was bouncing around, Xiao Qiu wiped his red eyes, nodded vigorously and laughed.

"Ok!"

(End of this chapter)