Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, his expression changed for a while, and finally he took out the torn book that Kujue had forced into his arms. When he opened it, he saw a line of Taoist characters on the title page, which was full of wonderful ideas.

Watch with your ears.

This is the supreme secret method of Guanshiyuan of Xuankong Temple! It is the top method in the world for practicing ear awareness.

These four words.

That is to say, practicing in this life is nothing more than contemplation of oneself.

In other words, this is a pair of ears that "see freedom".

And the method recorded above is the presence of gods from the outer tower, and even leads to the truth! It directly leads to the practice of ear consciousness of real people in this world, and its value is immeasurable.

Jiang Wang looked at these four words for a long time and felt heavy.

Holding this yellowed old book in my hand, I felt a little strange.

Jiang Wang flipped back and found a few pieces of paper torn from unknown places in this old and ugly book.

They were tucked into the pages of the book very casually. They may have been hastily hidden when they were hidden, and they were as messy as the monk's robes.

Very untidy.

Jiang Wang picked up the paper, looked at it briefly, and found that what was recorded on it was the art of sound killing.

It is called the Thunder Sound of the Vajra that Subdues the Outsiders.

It is the art of sound-killing and the method of subduing heretics.

There is no doubt that it is the secret method taught in Jianglongyuan, and it is even very likely that it is the basis of Leiyin, the first Kuiyin in Jianglongyuan.

These two secret techniques are as if they were tailor-made for the current Jiang Wang and perfectly fit his current situation. Once successfully practiced, he will immediately be able to catch up with the level of Yi Tang of Ren Xin Guan and reach this level.

limit.

The old monk Kujue really put his thoughts into it.

But as soon as he learned these two secret techniques, the reality of his and Ku Jue's master-disciple status was already determined.

Although Ku Jue had helped him a lot before, he had never formally learned a single move from Ku Jue. Therefore, he was still able to maintain his self-esteem, and could say favors are favors and portions are portions. He could confidently say that I will not enter Buddhism.

This time he came to Xuankong Temple, and under the witness of Ku Jue, he completed the final battle of this sword trial journey, which was an explanation for all the experiences between him and Ku Jue.

He made it clear that he would treat him like a close relative and that he has a sense of mentorship in his heart. But he should stick to his own path and never seek outsiders or enter Buddhism.

Kujue's response was to throw in these two secret techniques and give him a kick.

At this moment, Jiang Wang stood in the clouds, as if he could see Ku Jue's old, yellow and wrinkled face, smiling and saying to him

I have a sense of mentorship and treat you like a close relative, so I agree.

If you don't enter the empty gate...hehe, I'll try again.

Good disciple, sooner or later you have to realize that everything in this world is in vain.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, took out a Qi Dao coin and threw it high into the sky.

He decided to leave everything to God's will.

If it lands heads, practice. If it lands tails, don’t practice.

But when the knife coin dropped to half.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

He said to himself: "Forget it. Why bother? How can I be a person who depends on God's will?"

There are traces in the sky, traces left in the journey, I am going alone, I don't ask about God's will.

How do you feel about this? Why should you deceive yourself and others?

So I simply opened the book in the clouds and continued to fly while studying this concept.

At this time, he has integrated everything he has learned in the past, and he has enough energy to study new techniques and not waste his time.

…

…

In Jianglongyuan.

The giant Buddha remains firm, and his image is still in the eternal clouds and mist.

Everything on the Dragon Subduing Platform is in the palm of the giant Buddha, and it seems to control the world.

The wisdom of the Buddha is beyond comprehension. The majesty of the Buddha runs through ancient and modern times.

Those who practice Buddhism in the world are just approaching greatness throughout their lives.

And those who can achieve greatness, looking at the long river of time, are very few.

The World Honored One was born at the end of ancient times, when the second generation of human emperors, the Xiong clan, built the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

At that time, Taoism was still the mainstream practice, and Confucianism and Legalism had emerged.

He witnessed the horror of the demonic tide destroying the world, and also experienced the end of the ancient era.

After the demonic tide, many ordinary people's hearts had nowhere to take refuge. He saved the world with His supreme compassion and His bare feet.

At the most, there were three thousand followers, and at the least, there was only one person left.

People are constantly following Him, and people are constantly leaving Him.

He passed the end of the ancient era and achieved greatness in the medieval era. He shined brightly in the war between the third generation Emperor Lieshan and the Dragon Emperor across the sea.

Then the tradition was passed down to the present day.

The Buddha's heart and mind are unknowable.

Standing in the Buddha's Palm Square, Kubing stared at Kujue fiercely: "What did you give him?"

"I'm my disciple, I give you whatever I like, do you have any control over it?!"

Ku Jue salivated and felt confident. It seemed that what he gave Jiang Wang was indeed his own secret method, not something stolen from Guanshiyuan. It seemed that what he gave to Jiang Wang was not just stolen from Jianglongyuan.

Steal it out...

The bitter illness really frightened him. He snorted, picked up the unconscious Jinghai and left.

There was a movement of bald heads in the audience, and the sunlight reflected like waves, and all the monks left the stage.

Ku Jue paid no attention to anyone, took a step forward and walked out proudly.

My disciple is better than all of your disciples!

Jingli pressed the bamboo hat on his bald head with one hand and followed him quickly.

"Master, master, junior brother is so awesome!"

"You already said it once!"

"Master, I mean, you teach so well, you are worthy of being the abbot of our Xuankong Temple!"

"Come on, let's talk about it!"

The two bald men walked down the Dragon Platform one behind the other, laughing and joking.

Apart from them, probably no one else would believe in the knowledge of suffering, the experience of suffering, and the wisdom of suffering.

But Sanbaoshan is their home.

Monk.
Chapter completed!