Shamanism kills the god

Xiangshan Academy strictly enters and exits strictly. Every admitted student is strictly selected. It is very difficult to study here. .|It is even more difficult to start from here.

However, after joining the Academy, they are relaxed and free. Students can freely choose the direction of study, and they can freely choose the master who teaches.Some specialize in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and strive to become a talented person, while others specialize in cultivation or agriculture, officials, industry, and commerce.

Compared with the disciples of Wenwu Hall, Wenbi Hall, and Wenjian Hall, a casual cultivator is more free.As long as you can pass the annual assessment of the academy and confirm that you have not neglected your studies, the academy will not care about your daily life and study.In addition to providing free board and lodging, a few taels of silver are also provided every month, so that students can calm down and study knowledge.

After bidding farewell to Wen Feixue, the woman in white, Mu Feng did not hurry to attend classes in various schools, but walked around the school palace.Stepping on the bluestone slabs, walking freely in the forest trails, understanding the layout and topography of the entire school, and touching the history of the school for thousands of years.

After nightfall, Mu Feng returned to his residence and sat cross-legged on the bed.I wanted to sit down and practice quietly, hoping to break the seal as soon as possible, and comprehend the third level of the blood refining method, so as to quickly break through the bottleneck.Unexpectedly, after a while, there were still distracting thoughts in my mind, and I couldn't calm down.

For a while, I thought of Jing Wushuang, who was kind and understanding, who had been poisoned by the ghost mother's magic pill, and wondered how she was doing now; for a while, I thought of my mother who was seriously ill, and wondered if her condition had improved; Mei Siniang and Feng Qianjin, who were seriously injured for helping themselves to distract the pursuers, thought of the flying bats that had never been heard from.

Who started the fire in Jianshui City?

Are Mei Siniang and the flying bat already together?

Who started the fire in the temple on Puyang Mountain?What kind of master did the powerful Master Kong Wu meet, so that even he had to disguise himself, ask the old woman in the old house of He Mansion at the foot of the mountain to leave a message for him and leave in a hurry?

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Mu Feng's mind was full of distracting thoughts and doubts. .|The more you want to calm down, the more you think. The distracting thoughts in your mind are like weeds on the prairie, which can't be cut or burned.

This kind of situation has rarely happened since he started practicing.

Is there a problem with my own cultivation, or is it a bad omen?

Startled, Mu Feng took out a piece of turtle shell from his bosom.He silently recited the witchcraft, forcing out a drop of blood to drip onto the turtle shell, and then pinched the witch's seal with his hand, inputting strands of pure spiritual power.Slowly, a faint breath of fate appeared in the air.

Ancient Witchcraft - Divination.

Based on the spiritual power in the body, guided by the essence and blood of the life, predict the future and destiny.

After many days, Mu Feng did not hesitate to consume a lot of spiritual power to cast this witchcraft supernatural power again.This time, the hard turtle shell did not crack again, but the blue light was hazy, and no runes appeared.

"Huh..., my fate was covered by someone's supernatural powers, and I couldn't detect it, or was it affected by the prohibition in the academy?"

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows and his face was solemn.

After wandering around the academy for a long time during the day, he vaguely noticed that many places in the academy were secretly superimposed with powerful restrictions.Divination, an ancient witchcraft, failed for a while, and I don't know if it was affected by the prohibition.Looking at the tortoise shell used for divination in his hand, he couldn't help but think of the old man in Mai, who is proficient in calculation and can accurately predict the future, and remembered what he said in Wangjiang Tower.

Peach Blossom Tribulation?

What kind of catastrophe is this?

Thinking of the gatha that came from the void after the old Taoist Mai left, Mu Feng fell silent.It's okay if you don't want to, the more you think about it, the more distracting thoughts you have, and your head becomes dizzy.It wasn't until strands of coolness came from the Breeze Ring on his finger that he felt a sudden movement in his heart.

Heart demon!

Isn't this the heart barrier that Yinfeng Lu said is about to break through the bottleneck?

Mu Feng quickly remembered the Yinfenglu gifted by the ghost mother, and remembered the introduction above.Exhale slowly, then stand up slowly, pull out the chair and sit down in front of the table.

Pour a little water, and gently rub the ink against the hazy moonlight.After a while, after smelling the faint fragrance of ink, he spread out a piece of white paper and wrote seven big characters 'Jing' one after another.Slowly, the irritability and uneasiness in my heart gradually subsided and gradually calmed down.

The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat, and you need to persevere.

However, in many cases, it is necessary to stop and reflect and consolidate the existing realm.Blindly striving forward, not only may the potential of life and cultivation be overdrawn in advance, but it may also become mad and out of control!

Now, when encountering such a powerful inner demon, it is time to reflect and consolidate!

Mu Feng's heart became more and more calm, his heart was like a mirror, and he understood his situation.

Although he is still far from being the match of Mu Tie's formidable enemy, he can't wait to break through to the elite level or even the real person level immediately.But in all fairness, his own cultivation speed is extremely rare.In a short period of time, he has cultivated from a frail scholar with severely congested veins to the peak of the mortal realm.

Cut through thorns and thorns all the way, but he was willing to grievances and enemies, and while his strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, it also buried many hidden dangers.The foundation is still not solid enough, and many doubts and difficulties in cultivation have not been mastered, and need to meditate, reflect and consolidate!

After understanding what was going on, Mu Feng didn't force himself to continue practicing, he took out a few books from the bookcase casually, and flipped through them casually.

This is a separate courtyard with a single door. The place is not big, but it is quieter. There are many flowers and trees in the courtyard, and the air is fresh.According to the regulations of the Academy, every student can only be treated like this if they have reached the third level or above in the assessment, and they are titled XX Three Books or XX Three Swords.

"Huh..., "History of the Rise and Fall of Buddhism in the Great Thousand World"?"

On the bookshelves against the wall, many books were neatly placed, and many of the covers were covered with a layer of dust.Obviously, it has been a long time since no one took care of it, and I don't know what kind of student the predecessor who lives here is.Mu Feng casually flipped through it, and accidentally pulled out a somewhat yellowed book.

call……

After blowing off the dust on the cover in one breath, several large characters that were somewhat blurred appeared in front of my eyes.I opened it and looked at it. The handwriting was beautiful, but a little scribbled. It was obviously a manuscript.What is recorded in the book is not any Buddhist scriptures, but a brief description of the origin and rise and fall of Buddhism.

According to the book, the Great Thousand World was originally a pure land, there were no evil spirits and heretics, and there was no Buddha way, and even the way of immortality only emerged later.

A long, long time ago, in the ancient times that cannot be verified, Buddhism and Taoism were introduced to the world from the legendary world of Sala, known as Buddhism.Once introduced, it developed rapidly and became the state religion of many vassal states.When it was at its most prosperous, the Great Thousand World almost became a kingdom of Buddhas. People were skinny and skinny, but majestic temples could be seen everywhere.Later, for some reason, Buddhism suddenly turned from prosperity to decline, and split into branches such as Buddhism, Tianzen, and Tantra. Immortals then rose in the world, and people began to pursue the way of immortality.

Day Zen?

Just reading the first few pages, Mu Feng's heart moved. He thought of Jingxu, the abbot of Zhushan Temple who died under his hands, and the unfathomable Master Tianyin. come out.

"Killing means not killing, and not killing means killing?"

Looking at the killing characters left on the cassock by Master Tianyin, Mu Feng fell silent.

After calming down from the raging inner demons, at this moment, looking at the killing words left by Master Tianyin, there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling in his heart.