"Thank you for the donor." The middle-aged fat monk Chengtong solemnly agreed with the tithes: "It's not the donor, the old monk is in trouble today."

Song Yunge said, "Is it the devil of Ru Mengdao?"

“That’s right.”

"It's a pity that I couldn't keep them. Song Yunge is in Xiatianyue Mountain!"

"It turns out that he is a tall football player from Tianyue Mountain, but Song Duke's evil spirit is soaring to the sky, so it's better to be careful."

Song Yunge raised his eyebrows: "The master is still good at looking at Qi?"

This old monk is so hard to speak, and he gets disappointed when he meets him.

"When Buddhism has arrived, you can naturally see some clues."

"Master, as the Four Spirit Guards of Daluo City, how can I not kill people? I am afraid that the guards and the army masters will be more evil."

"Namo Amitabha!"

"Master, does there be a way to relieve worries?" Song Yunge looked at Chu Xiaoyun: "My senior sister has just lost her beloved person and is in a sea of ​​suffering and cannot extricate herself."

"Everyone in the world suffers, only the only way to be able to escape." Chengtong shook his head gently: "And ordinary people are often deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves and cannot be liberated. Don't you know that things in the world are a big dream, and you and I are all in a dream. After waking up from the dream, they will eventually be empty."

Chu Xiaoyun seemed to have some enlightenment.

Song Yun sings the jaw.

He had a deep understanding. Looking back on his previous life, it was indeed like a big dream, and he had already surpassed the outside after waking up.

But I can't think so when I am in it.

Senior Sister Chu is now in deep pain and cannot bear it. I hope these words will touch her and thus weaken the pain.

"Namo Amitabha!" Chengtong Gao Xuan shouted the Buddha's name.

Chu Xiaoyun's listless spirit was shocked, and the Buddha's name was like a night drum and morning bell, which made her suddenly feel ethereal and out of the world.

Seeing her expression gradually calm and peaceful, Chengtong nodded with satisfaction and looked at Song Yunge: "Does Mr. Song have something to ask?"

Song Yunge said happily: "I heard that there was a treasure in Pudu Temple, and I really wanted to see it."

Monk Chengtong shook his head: "Tianxinzhu is the treasure of the temple. I can't give Song Duke a look."

"That's really a pity." Song Yunge shook his head helplessly.

Monk Chengtong said: "Did Master Song suffer from the inner demon?"

Song Yunge nodded and admitted.

If there is no suffering from the inner demon, why do you have to look at the heavenly heart fall? This is something you don’t need to ask.

"In this case, I can pass on a scripture to suppress the demons in my heart."

"I would like to thank Master, but I don't understand Buddhism..."

"The Buddha's Dharma is profound, so it's better to take a look at it more, which will help improve your understanding."

"Then I'm thankful for the Master." Song Yunge smiled.

It’s better not to talk to this old monk without any speculation.

"Namo Amitabha!" Monk Chengtong Heshi began to recite a Buddhist scripture solemnly.

Song Yunge listened carefully.

Two hundred and twenty-four words, the scriptures are ancient and the pronunciation is strange, and he is confused when he hears them.

This verse is not the text they are all used for, it is obviously a unique text.

"Don't the donor understand?" said Monk Chengtong.

Song Yunge shook his head.

Monk Chengtong smiled: "Actually, I don't understand either!"

Song Yunge looked over in anger.

Monk Chengtong smiled and said, "The donor has saved me for my life. I should repay you with a spring of water. I will pass on this scripture from the ancient temple to the donor."

"I have no understanding of Buddhism, and I don't understand this scripture, so it is impossible to understand it."

"It's okay. Just recite it three times and you will feel calm and you will see the supernatural powers of this sutra."

You can calm your mind by reciting it alone, and you don’t even need to comprehend it.

Unfortunately, he had never seen this text before, so he had no way to comprehend it, and he had given up and did not force it.

Buddhism emphasizes a condition.

Since I met Song Yunge and was saved by him, I naturally had a fate, and I also sought the heart of heaven that I fell, so I had a fate with this sutra.

Fate comes together, fauna disperses when it ends, and moves with the flow.

Song Yun's song was recited in a low voice, and every word and a pronunciation were not bad.

"Namo Amitabha!" Chengtong felt regretful again. If such a person enters Buddhism, he will become a monk.

Song Yunge said: "Master, do you have the text of this sutra? I want to see it."

Chengtong took out a golden leaf from his arms and handed it to Song Yunge.

Song Yunge took it carefully, for fear of breaking, and looked as thin as a cicada's wings fragile.

After buying it, I realized that this was an illusion. The golden bay leaves were extremely tough and even hard to hurt.

It is hard to hurt a sword, so how do you stab the word smaller than a sesame?

It requires meticulous control of pure vitality.

The cultivation level of the man who stabs the scriptures is at least at the level of the Sword Marquis, which can reach this level. Song Yunge thought he could not do it.

He looked at it once, closed his eyes, and the golden bay leaves appeared in front of him, and every small word was clearly listed.

He opened his eyes and handed back the Baye.

"Thank you, Master!"

"If you still have any questions, you can come to Pudu Temple to participate in the research with me!"

"If this scripture does not work, I will definitely go to Pudu Temple to find you, the master!"

"Just look for me!" Chengtong Heshi smiled.

Song Yunge looked at Chu Xiaoyun: "Senior Sister, let's go!"

Chu Xiaoyun met Cheng and shared the same ceremony and flew away with Song Yunge.

"Namo Amitabha!" Chengtong held a gift and watched Song Yunge and the others disappear, showing compassion on his face.

Such evil spirits are really the reincarnation of the evil star. I don’t know how many evil spirits will be committed. I hope that this extraordinary sutra in the ancient temple can eliminate his anger and cause less evil spirits to kill. Then I will have immeasurable merits!

Song Yunge was speeding while recalling the Buddhist scriptures, and he was secretly happy.

He is familiar with the words of this Buddhist scripture.

The Xijiangdao of the Demonic Sect emphasizes artistic conception and wins with intention, so the disciples of Xijiangdao are all good at painting and calligraphy, and draw inspiration from calligraphy and paintings of all dynasties.

Zhou Xuanji was proficient in ancient characters and worked hard to study them in order to understand the artistic conception from stone tablets.

The words in this Buddhist scripture are Phoenix text.

It is said that it is the writing of the ancient Great Phoenix Dynasty. The Great Phoenix Dynasty was once prosperous, but even the most prosperous dynasty finally declined.

The Great Phoenix Dynasty has fallen into the water and has no longer existed, and even people who are not well aware of the existence of the Great Phoenix Dynasty.

This Buddhist scripture is called the Sutra of No Birth.

What is no birth? Without death, there is no birth; without birth, there is no death. Life and death are the same as one, which can be said to be no birth.

It seems to be a Scripture of Sacrifice.

However, the Sutra of Sutra does not have the power of meditation, so the Sutra of No Birth cannot be simply called the Sutra of Sutra of Sutra.

He pondered carefully, and without realizing it, he headed towards another danger.

Chu Xiaoyun let him lead the way.

He was immersed in the understanding of the Sutra of Nobirth. The more he studied it, the more he felt the taste and wonder.

Before he knew it, he had walked a hundred miles away. He suddenly stopped and his face changed slightly.

They were passing by an official road with small pavilions on both sides. At this time, a handsome middle-aged man sat in the pavilion, wearing a white robe and two white clouds embroidered with cuffs.

Master of Yuntian Palace!

And at least it is at the level of Sword Marquis!

He complained secretly, why is it so easy to meet Jianhou, and he is Jianhou of Yuntian Palace.

Isn’t this a self-investigation?

What's even more terrible is that Luo Shiying is not around and I don't know where he has gone again.

He was intuition and could sense it if Luo Shiying followed him.

Chu Xiaoyun also recognized this handsome middle-aged identity, with a tight body but a dull expression.

Now she is in a state of mind that she is not afraid of death and even wants someone to kill herself.

She just felt a little guilty and was about to implicate Junior Brother Song.

She was about to speak, but Song Yunge stopped her with a wink.
Chapter completed!