Eternal Sacred King Chapter 583: Scriptures
Suddenly!
A Sanskrit sound resounded in the void, echoing in the rift valley, containing mysterious mighty power, shocking the mind!
"Om——Well——Ye——呗——Mi——Hum!"
Every Sanskrit sound was spit out, and the whole space was trembling violently.
The corpses and blood people that were in front of Su Zimo have all disappeared.
There is no corpse mountain, and no blood river.
Everything is just an illusion!
The only thing that really exists is the thin white palm floating above Su Zimo's head!
Not far away, a little novice came slowly, young but solemn, two divine lights burst out of his eyes, staring behind Su Zimo!
The little novice monk held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and the Sanskrit sound continued.
The palm of the left hand holds a lotus platform, exuding a mysterious halo.
As the little novice monk walked all the way, the many illusions that had been in Su Zimo's sight all quietly collapsed, revealing a winding and rugged rift again.
He was standing at a turning point in the Rift Valley, and not far in front of him was the dilapidated ancient temple!
When the white-shirted woman saw the little novice appear, her expression suddenly became suspicious.
The pair of blood holes on his face are facing the lotus platform in the hands of the little novice, hesitating, it seems a little jealous.
"Una ghost, don't leave soon!"
The little novice monk looked majestic and gave a soft drink.
I saw him raise the lotus platform held in his left hand, and gave it to the woman in white shirt.
This lotus platform was floating in mid-air unexpectedly.
The white lotus petals bloom in sequence, layer by layer from outside to inside.
With the blooming of the lotus petals, the entire lotus platform burst out with a terrible breath!
"Ah!"
The woman in white shirt screamed, her figure turned into a cloud of mist, and fled towards the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The little novice monk quickly stepped forward, retracted the lotus platform, pulled Su Zimo's cuff, and whispered: "Donor, go!"
Speaking, the novice monk turned and ran towards the ancient temple.
Su Zimo's heart stunned, and he hurriedly followed.
Fortunately, this place is not too far away from the ancient temple. After a dozen breaths, the two of them have already returned to the ancient temple.
The little novice monk turned around and closed the door before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you fellow daoist for saving my life." Su Zimo bowed and thanked him.
The little novice monk waved his hand and said with a smile: "The donor is too polite. This is a matter for the little monk."
"Don't know the name of your friend?" Su Zimo asked.
The little novice monk said: "Little monk Mingzhen."
"Ming Zhen, Ming Zhen."
Su Zimo murmured softly.
Innocence, sincerity, and truthfulness.
This is the feeling the little novice brings to Su Zimo.
One "true" word, really does everything.
"The ghosts and monsters outside are extremely vicious, with boundless magic power, and the little monk is not an opponent."
Ming Zhen explained: "The ghost ghost was scrupulous about this lotus platform. He thought that the master and his old man were coming, so he turned and fled. If we wait for her to react, we will be miserable."
Su Zimo felt ashamed, and said: "I was careless just now, I almost hurt you."
Eight years of cultivation, all at once, and from the first evildoer of the ages to a mortal, such a huge gap and blow, it is difficult for anyone to accept it.
Just now, he left the ancient temple. On the one hand, he was curious and wanted to see what was outside the ancient temple.
On the other hand, I feel a little depressed.
His state of mind is still affected a lot!
Mingzhen seems to see the distress in Su Zimo's heart, and said: "In fact, as long as you don't get out of this place, there will be no danger. Although this courtyard is small, the donor can walk around at will. Feel free to read it."
"At that time, we can verify each other's experience and learn about the Dharma together."
After a pause, Mingzhen seemed to have thought of something again, and quickly reminded: "By the way, the backyard of the hall, the donor must not go!"
After saying this, Mingzhen seemed to think of something terrible, and she shrank her neck, with a trace of fear in her eyes.
Su Zimo was surprised.
When facing that terrifying evil spirit with overwhelming mana, it was only awe-inspiring, and he never showed his cowardice.
Why did you mention the backyard of the main hall, but showed such a look.
What is behind this hall that would make Mingzhen so jealous?
Moreover, Su Zimo noticed a detail.
Just now, when he was going out, Ming Zhen just reminded him that the outside is very dangerous, don't go far.
Now, Ming Zhen is very sure to tell Su Zimo not to go to the backyard of the hall!
Su Zimo nodded.
He really didn't want to trouble Ming Zhen anymore.
After Ming Zhen told him, he sat back on the futon, took out the thick ancient book from the storage bag, opened it carefully, and looked at it.
At this moment, the little fox woke up leisurely.
It's just that she was so frightened that she lay in Su Zimo's arms and refused to leave.
Ming Zhen looked at it for a while and seemed to have thought of something. He handed the ancient book in his hand to Su Zimo and said sincerely: "Donor, if you don’t know which scripture to start from, it’s better to look at this scripture. It will be very rewarding."
"This scripture, with every word and every word, is full of mystery. Every time you read it, you will have different insights. It is truly exquisite."
Su Zimo smiled bitterly.
Don't say he has no thoughts right now.
Even if his cultivation level is still there, I am afraid that he won't be able to read those obscure scriptures.
Su Zimo declined to say: "I haven't healed from my injury. It's not too exhausting. You can watch it first."
Mingzhen seems to believe in unbelief, and said with some bewilderment: "Reciting sutras to worship the Buddha, participating in Zen and enlightenment are the most enjoyable things in this world. How can it bother your mind?"
Ming Zhen shook his head, seemingly unable to understand Su Zimo's words.
Seeing Mingzhen's enthusiasm, Su Zimo was a little embarrassed, so he asked, "What is the name of this ancient book? After you finish reading it, I will find it."
Of course, this is just a casual question by Su Zimo, not that he really wants to see it.
"The Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma."
"Oh."
Su Zimo replied absent-mindedly, just turned his head, but his expression changed!
"Wonderful Lotus Sutra?"
Su Zimo looked at Ming Zhen in disbelief, and asked again.
"Yes."
Mingzhen nodded naturally.
Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly and stood still for a while before showing a wry smile.
"The Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma" is known as the first secret method of alchemy.
Ten thousand years ago, that terrible catastrophe came and Fahua Temple was destroyed, and this "Miao Dharma Lotus Sutra" was also lost~IndoMTL.com~ After so long, no one has found the trace of the "Miao Dharma Lotus Sutra". .
Therefore, there is always a saying in the world of cultivation.
That is, the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma was buried in the ruins of Dagan.
Su Zimo rushed to the ruins of Dagan on this trip, not for Zhu Guo at all, half of the reason is precisely for this "Miaodharma Lotus Sutra"!
It's a pity, good luck makes people.
When he really saw the Lotus Sutra, he had no way to practice.
Su Zimo finally realized why there is such a weird, outdated, and simple monastery at the bottom of this Dragon Burial Valley.
This monastery was probably built by the surviving monks of Fahua Temple and Daming Temple that year!
Just, what is the purpose of building such a temple at the bottom of this valley?
(End of this chapter)