Chapter 403: The second volume of Zi Lian Jue, the great art of creating life

When the rooster sings, the world will be white!

The dusk fades and dawn breaks in the east!

After a good night's sleep, Ji Yuan was in high spirits and not at all hungover.

At the third level of blood exchange and the level of casting a legal body, it is already half a step away from the mortal world.

Qi and blood are running around, internal breath is gestating, constantly cleaning the limbs and bones, and the internal organs are refining impurities, making the body fluid in the mouth sweet and eliminating filth.

If you have enough food and drink, taking blood-enhancing elixirs and tiger-wolf elixirs every day will be enough to make up for the shortfall in martial arts training, and there will be no need to eat, drink or defecate.

Before the ancient tribulations, it could have been called the "Foundation-Building Dzogchen".

Moreover, the strength of the body and the strength of the muscles and bones are even better than those of countless others.

"Master, you got up so early. The official roads are deserted and the countryside is deserted. Is it possible that you can still find someone to beg for alms?"

Ji Yuan took a sip of herbal tea, opened the door and walked out, just in time to see the killing monk holding a copper bowl.

The tall and majestic old monk was quite dusty, as if he had traveled hundreds of miles, and the corners of his robes were still stained with a few bits of mud.

"Haha, although I don't keep the precepts, I never miss morning or evening classes.

I wake up every morning, and after meditating, I have nothing to do, so I walk around and stretch my muscles.

If you meet a predestined benefactor, talk to him about Buddhism and recite sutras to help him eliminate disasters and resolve disasters.

It’s considered a good deed!”

The killing monk chuckled twice and replied with kind eyes.

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched, and his intuition told him that ordinary people might not be able to bear Master Linji's lectures and chanting.

After all, most of the people in charge of the Hidden Meridian in the past generations had no taboos and killed as they pleased!

The method of saving the devil and persuading him to put down his butcher knife and convert to Buddhism does not work for the killing monk.

This seemingly amiable old monk often prefers to convince people with force and uses thunderous means to liberate evildoers from their evil ways!

"I didn't expect that the master would be so elegant. I hope that the destined donor can wake up and understand the profound teachings of Buddhism."

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he didn't bother to get to the bottom of it.

This cheap master is measured, elegant and easy-going. He is a real eminent monk, not a demon who kills people because of a disagreement.

Those evil people who go out without reading the almanac and bump into the hands of the killing monk.

As long as you are willing to sincerely repent, you will not die on the spot and will be happy to see the Buddha in your next life...right?

"Where will the Master go next?"

With a smile on his face, Ji Yuan brought the killing monk to the main hall.

The steaming hot breakfast dishes are served like water, and there are many varieties, including light millet porridge, boiled vegetables, and flavored bacon jerky; there are also meat buns, sauce bibimbap, and sesame crackers.

At first glance, I thought it was some wealthy family from the Seven Prefectures of Jiangnan!

"Zhang Qishan does have his heart, but the ostentation is too much.

I am a fifth-grade Qianhu patrolling Liaodong, and I am not an imperial envoy holding a Shangfang sword who kills first and then reports.

Why such a formation is necessary!

Every time you pass through a place, you should build a house and raise troops to mobilize people. There is no need."

Ji Yuan sat on the round stool, looking at the dazzling array of sumptuous breakfast dishes, shaking his head and thinking:

"No wonder those six ministers and ministers secretly like to support Jianghu forces.

What Cao Gang, Yan Gang, six and a half halls.

It's not just to make money, but the ability of these people from all walks of life to cater to their preferences and seek flattery is no worse than those in the officialdom.

It is extremely easy to satisfy vanity and lust for power.”

Ji Yuan's eyes were clear, he didn't ask the maid next to him to serve him, and he served himself a bowl of millet porridge.

This grand courtyard, which was built overnight, is not only equipped with various tables, chairs, beds, screens and tables, but also the servants who serve and the cooks who cook the dishes are well arranged.

Traveling through mountains and rivers was originally a hard job, but under Zhang Qishan's hospitality, it became a pleasure to enjoy the scenery.

It has to be said that the former head of the word-stealing sect does have some skills and knows how to please Shangguan.

These words fell into the ears of the killing monk. He picked up a sesame cake and said with a smile:

"Very well, Jiulang. Officialdom, fame, wealth and splendor are naturally important, and they are also things you should pursue at your age.

But you must be able to distinguish the seriousness and not be burdened by it or indulge in it.

In this world, neither 'Buddha' is the greatest, nor is 'Tao' the highest.

Only ‘Wu’ is the supreme and the most powerful!

Tan Wenying could take command of the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion, overpowering Jiang Guichuan, the Minister of War.

Zong Pingnan, who had been dormant in Zhaoyao Mountain for twenty years, was also awarded the title of general and took charge of one of the nine sides.

It’s not about origin and backing, nor is it about means and strategies!

Rather, when they clenched their fists and their blood surged to the sky.

There are not many people in the world who can stop me!"

As the master of Buddhism, the killing monk did not give any Zen advice, but persuaded Ji Yuan to put down his utilitarianism and make the four elements empty and the six roots pure.

On the contrary, he bluntly stated that "Buddha" and "Tao" are now no match for a "Martial Arts".

Because in his opinion, if you have never picked it up, how can you put it down?

Expecting a young, high-spirited Qianhu who has not yet reached his prime to give up the great future that is within his reach?

It is undoubtedly a foolish dream.

The kind of Buddhist philosophy that requires enlightenment for the sake of enlightenment.

It's like a castle in the air made of gravel.

When the strong wind blows, they disperse!

There is no way it can support the perfect achievement of becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor!

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Ji Yuan drank two bowls of clear porridge, ate a few meat buns, wiped his mouth and said:

"I deeply agree with this."

What the killing monk said coincided with what he thought.

When Qi, blood and martial arts dominate the world, all wealth and splendor are illusory, only the realm of cultivation is real and unchanging.

If Yang Hong was an innate military strategist, he would be a world-famous general who could enter the martial arts temple after his death.

The East Palace may be a little more fearful, and an imperial edict may not be able to suppress Duke Liang.

A master of the Five Realms can control a sect's mountain gate and a government's territory.

But that’s all!

Only great innates above the Grand Master have the confidence to confront the imperial court.

For example, the Six True Traditions and several thousand-year-old families all fall into this category.

Especially the sect masters who destroyed most of the Holy Alliance and gathered most of the world.

It is said that there are five great innates sitting in charge, and the masters can be counted on both hands.

For example, Master Chixin from Honglian Temple, Tianyunzi from Demon Sect, Nalan Jie from White Bone Path, and Jiang Shenxiao from Tianji Twelfth Floor.

These people have long been on the list of the first to be passed down in Heilongtai, and the reward for killing one person is so rich that Commander Ao of Fusi in Beizhen is jealous.

"After seeing you out of Daming Mansion, I will return to Wulu County to meet Yang Hong.

He was the Duke of the current dynasty and held a position of great authority, so he could not be easily moved.

I understand this truth. If you can at most talk to him about Buddhism, there won't be any trouble, so Jiulang doesn't need to worry."

The killing monk looked cheerful and answered the previous question.

Ji Yuan's mouth twitched. Every time he heard the word "Buddha" from Master Linji's mouth, he inexplicably thought of those fists as big as sand bowls.

After finishing the breakfast, a hook-nosed man who belonged to the word-stealing sect to gain gold stood outside the main hall, knelt down on one knee and said:

"I've met Master Ji!"

Ji Yuan gently put down the tea bowl he was using to rinse his mouth, and said with a slight smile:

"The title "Master" is too arrogant.

I have said that Zhang Qishan is still leading the word-stealing sect, and you don’t need to respect me.

I won't begrudge you where I can use you. Of course, if there is any need for help, Beizhen Fusi will also consider it as appropriate."
To be continued...