Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 177

The Jiange is located on the top of the ancient mountain peak of the Wuji Immortal Sect. Thousands of flying swords are inserted on the misty mountain top.

Soldiers are murder weapons.

Since the existence of the sword, it has been born for killing, and the sword in the hands of the monks is made of natural materials and treasures, and contains part of the power of the world. The higher the rank, the greater the power.

As the sword-wielder continues to inject his own will and cultivate the sword in his hand, the flying sword gradually has its own attributes.

Every flying sword is unique.

Yangjianshu and Jianjianren were also born on this basis.

The flying swords of the Jiange of Wuji Immortal Sect were left by the sword cultivators of the past dynasties. After other sword cultivators fell, their accompanying swords would be sent to the Jiange.

Other sects also collect flying swords more or less, but compared with Wuji Xianzong, it is really nothing.

The Wuji Immortal Sect has millions of remnant swords, and the gathered sword energy can go straight to the sky. This flying sword without a master is very dangerous and can easily hurt people, so it took a lot of money to build this sword pavilion.

It can be said that the Jiange of Wuji Xianzong is the Jiange with the largest collection of flying swords in the world.

At this moment.

Zhao Huai came to Jiange alone, and stepped up the ten thousand zhang steps paved with bluestone.

Look up at this long-standing Jiange.

The Jiange has nine floors in total, and it looks like a black pagoda, with an ancient auspicious beast standing on the eaves of each floor.

The floating island where the Jiange is located has a large area. When Zhao Huai ascended the pavilion, he saw many disciples of the sect passing by, passing by in a hurry, and disciples who flew over the sword from time to time.

There are also special sword training venues around, and as far as the eye can see, there are thousands of people sitting on the competition platforms, all practicing with swords.

After observing for a while, Zhao Huai walked faster and faster, and soon reached the top of the steps.

Before stepping into the Jiange, a bone-piercing aura hits head-on, and a mysterious aura lingers in the entire Jiange.

"Your Highness, you are finally here."

Zhao Huai turned his head, and a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned face and a slender beard stared at him solemnly, and nodded slightly.

"Are you the person in charge that Elder Bai said?"

"That's right, I'm the elder responsible for leading the sword in the Jiange. My surname is Guan. Your Highness can just call me Elder Guan."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, with a meticulous and serious face. He was wearing a bright yellow gown, with a long beard on both sides of his cheeks. Obviously he was a handsome man when he was young.

"It's troublesome."

Soon, Zhao Huai followed Elder Guan into the gate of Jiange.

He raised his eyes and saw that the first floor of the sword pavilion was filled with all kinds of flying swords.

The better ones were placed on the sword stand, and the worse ones were thrown in the corner without anyone caring.

There are still many disciples looking at the swords, but they are all silent, no one makes a sound, quietly observing each sword, it seems that they are looking for the flying sword that suits them.

As soon as Zhao Huai came in, he felt a chill that belonged to weapons, and the temperature dropped by a notch, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Carefully, he found that there was a two-meter-long ink portrait in the innermost part of the first floor. The man on it held a sword and stood alone in the void. On the ground was a black army of demons. Momentum, ready to swing the sword.

The painting looks lifelike, and the proud expression on the human face can already jump out of the paper.

Seeing Zhao Huai's gaze, Elder Guan explained: "This is one of the few sword masters in the history of Wuji Sword Immortal. The sword master, he also presided over the construction of the sword pavilion, thousands of years ago, this place was still a sword mound, and the scattered swords were left unattended."

Zhao Huai nodded his head, glanced around, and asked, "May I ask the elder, how many flying swords are there in this sword pavilion?"

Elder Guan heard the words, thought for a while and said: "The last time the number of flying swords was counted was 86 years ago, and it had already broken through the million mark at that time. Over the years, I don't know how many sword masters have fallen. Send it here, it is estimated that there are more than 100 million."

While listening, Zhao Huai stared at the strangely shaped flying swords.

There are wooden frames arranged vertically and horizontally, and at a glance, they are densely packed, and there is no end in sight.

Some swords are okay and look ordinary, but some flying swords are shining with a faint light, and the cold air can be felt from a long distance, and the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow.

Zhao Huai saw an extremely handsome black long sword, and couldn't help wanting to touch it, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Don't touch it!"

Zhao Huai looked back.

It was an old man with a goat beard in a linen brown gown who ran over and scolded.

The old man with the goat beard came over, just glanced at the black long sword, and then dissuaded Zhao Huai:
"This sword is called Mo Yuan. It weighs four catties and two ounces and is three feet and six inches long. It is a sword used by a demon cultivator in the late foundation establishment period. It is stained with a lot of blood. If ordinary people touch it at will, it will be destroyed by the will of the sword. The impact is very dangerous."

"When you enter here, just watch but not touch, let Feijian choose the master, this is the Jiange's rule, don't you know?"

After hearing these words, Zhao Huai showed apologetic expression on his face.

"Sorry, I don't understand the rules."

Seeing this scene, Elder Guan frowned and said, "Old man Wang, this is a distinguished guest of my Wuji Immortal Sect, so don't be rude."

The old man called Old Man Wang said with an extremely stubborn face: "No matter who the old man is, my duty is not to let these swords hurt people, and not let people damage these swords."

After hearing this, Elder Guan showed a helpless expression, turned his head and said to Zhao Huai:

"Your Highness, the swords on this floor are of average quality. Let's go directly to the third floor."

"it is good."

Zhao Huai nodded in agreement.

The two walked up the stairs side by side. During the process, Elder Guan apologized to Zhao Huai:
"Your Highness, don't blame him, this temper is just like this."

"Who is this old man?"

"He is the sword watcher of this sword pavilion. He specializes in taking care of, wiping, and maintaining the good swords here. His strength is not strong, and he only has a golden core cultivation base."

"Sword guard? I didn't expect there to be such a job in the Jiange." Zhao Huai was very surprised. It was the first time he had heard of such a job.

Elder Guan nodded and said: "There is no way. There are more and more swords in the Jiange, and there must be someone to take care of them. Old man Wang has guarded the Jiange for hundreds of years, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhao Huai recalled what the old man said just now, and asked in confusion: "Didn't he say that he can't touch these flying swords? If he needs to wipe and keep them, wouldn't it be the worst thing to touch?"

"He is right. The flying swords here contain infinite murderous aura. They have tens of thousands of origins. Some powerful flying swords even have their own consciousness, so ordinary people can't touch them, but old man Wang is different. He is here. , seems to be able to appease these flying swords, so he can work here for so long."

"However, he was also eroded by the sword energy here, and his cultivation has stopped. He obviously has a lot of life, but he is already showing his old age."

After listening to the elder's explanation, Zhao Huai nodded slowly, thinking to himself.

It seems that not everyone can do this maintenance work.

Staying in the Jiange for many years is extremely harmful to the body.

This old man Wang is really lucky.

"I heard from him that the flying swords here are chosen by themselves?" Zhao Huai continued to ask, remembering the second part of the sentence.

"This is only a small number. If the disciples of the Promise Immortal Sect and other immortal sects are qualified, they will come here to choose the flying sword they like. It is not so much a choice as it is a matter of fate."

While the two were talking, they had reached the third floor of the Jiange.

The number of flying swords on each floor will decrease as the number of floors increases, but the quality of the swords at the top is higher, but it is true that it is difficult to control.

There is a stone wall niche on the front, and there are small doors in the niche, in which are stored countless scabbards, hilts and sword ornaments, and around the wall, there are batches of flying swords.

Zhao Huai took a look at the standing flying swords here, the quality is obviously not bad.

The lowest level of this level has a four-star level, that is, a middle-grade magic weapon. If you sell it, you have to ask for a ten-thousand spirit stone, right?

It is not an exaggeration to take it to auction and compete for a higher price.

Any one of them is a rare sword. There are several young disciples on this floor, all staring at these swords with the eyes of beauties.

"In the Jiange Pavilion, sword energy is everywhere, and the sword intent is too heavy. If a monk does not have a treasure to protect the body, it will hurt the meridians and lungs. If His Royal Highness wants to choose a sword, he must hurry up."

Elder Guan stood by and reminded.

Zhao Huai nodded his head back, but he didn't think that this level of sword energy could hurt him. With his level of swordsmanship and ordinary sword energy, it was nothing to be afraid of.

He took a few steps at a time and carefully looked at the flying sword on the shelf.

It is obvious that the temperature here is lower. Being in it, it seems that you have come to an ice cave. The bone-scraping cold air is pressing from all directions, and the magic power of the sea of ​​​​qi is disordered. The side shows that the sword here is more powerful than the one below.

Zhao Huai's complexion did not change, the noble sword energy in his body gathered on the surface of his body, resisting the erosion of the sword energy.

The swords in front of you are shining in rows, different from the first floor, the swords here are actually marked with names.

Take the one in front of him as an example.

Glittering, standing proudly, high and clean, the sword edge is white, like frost, the whole body is slightly cold, and the blade is carved with exquisite patterns, which makes people fall in love at first sight. It is called "Frost Cold".

Blood burial, the shape of the hilt is like a dark red blood dragon, and the blade exudes a strong murderous aura.

Qingxia, the slender sword's edge is blue-blue, and the rays of the sun are shining, like a sky covered with stars, shining dazzling light, giving people a feeling of ecstasy.

The broken soul, the cold and cold sword, can't see the shape clearly in the dark, it seems to be transparent, as if it can kill people invisible.

Each sword has a unique temperament, whether it is gorgeous or low-key or elegant. There is no doubt that their original owners are all strong men walking in the world. They encountered unknown dangers and fell with hatred.

Zhao Huai's process of looking at the sword might not be to gain insight into the life of these spiritual swords.

But he looked for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable flying sword.

Ling Ran's sword energy was everywhere, and the few young disciples just now felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't stand it anymore and left one after another.

But Zhao Huai was calm and calm, took a deep breath, and released a more powerful sword intent.

At this very moment, the sword energy at this level suddenly fell silent.

All dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Elder Guan showed a look of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.

Such a strong sword intent.

Apparently he didn't expect that Zhao Huai was only at the Jindan realm, but the sword realm had already reached such a high level.

The sword intent, which is said to be illusory, is actually a kind of invisible thing that kills people.

For example, if an ordinary person stands in front of a fierce tiger, even if the tiger does not pounce on the opponent, the person will feel awe-inspiring and weak legs.

This feeling is strong enough to directly obliterate the will of a person and destroy everything.

Seeing that Zhao Huai was not affected by the flying sword, he said at this moment: "I heard that His Highness has collected the Yangjian gourd. If your strength allows, you can take a few more swords back."

Ordinary disciples can only take one sword, or taking one sword is already invincible.

But this was specifically explained by Elder Bai.

Zhao Huai helped the Wuji Immortal Sect a lot, and the Wuji Immortal Sect should give away a chance according to reason.

And added a sentence.

Zhao Huai can take as many swords as he can, without any restriction.

After hearing Elder Guan's words, Zhao Huai remembered the sword-raising gourd he got from the sword-wielding man.

He has already checked.

There is a huge space in this sword-raising gourd, which is equivalent to a super-large storage space. If it is dedicated to collecting flying swords, might it be possible to collect thousands of flying swords?

After all, who would dislike flying swords?

Of course, the more life-saving things like this, the better.

"Flying swords at this level are not suitable for you."

At some point, the old man Wang who guarded the sword appeared at the door of the third floor, and said in a very indifferent voice.

Zhao Huai turned his head to look, and said with a smile: "What kind of sword do you think is most suitable for me, senior?"

He didn't mean to underestimate the other party.

Anyone who achieves the ultimate in anything can be called a master.

That is to say, as the folks often say, there is a priority in hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the arts.

Old man Wang is also included. He has been here for hundreds of years, and he knows all about the size, weight, and experience of the sword.

With countless experiences in watching swords, he naturally knows which sword is most suitable for him.

Old man Wang looked at the sword extremely fast, but his cloudy old eyes stayed on Zhao Huai for a long time.

Then he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"A strong sword, the stronger the better."

Zhao Huai's eyes showed surprise, and the other party actually understood what was in his heart.

When he forged the natal flying sword in Tianduan Mountain, he said the same thing as Master Ruan Ban once said.

This old man guarding the sword is definitely not ordinary.

"follow me."

Old man Wang bent over, put his hands behind his back, and walked upstairs, leaving only one sentence.

"Still going up?"

Elder Guan glanced at the floor above, and frowned.

"What happened up there?" Zhao Huai asked curiously.

Elder Guan said solemnly: "The Jiange is not only a place to lead swords, but also a place to seal and suppress many ancient evil swords. They are often dangerous and uncontrolled, which is a taboo of the Jiange."

"There are even some swords that give birth to their own consciousness, and some contain the Dao Yun of immortals, which will last for thousands of years."

"Ordinary people can't bear it."

Speaking of the latter, Elder Guan sighed.

"Let me try."

Looking at Old Man Wang's back, Zhao Huai said firmly.

Elder Guan saw that he had made a decision, so he could only go upstairs.

Zhao Huai quickly caught up with the old man Wang, and asked aloud:
"Senior, it looks like you have a lot of research on these swords?"

Old man Wang had deep eyes, glanced at Zhao Huai, and replied lightly:

"The sword also has life and has its own thoughts. People choose swords, and swords also choose people."

"It is an insult for a sword to be held by the weak, but it is also an honor if it is held by the strong."

"Your kendo qualifications are indeed extraordinary, and you are among the top three young people I have met in Jiange in the past hundred years."

"As expected, you will be very popular."

(End of this chapter)