"Brother Li, if you don't want it, just give it to me. It would be a shame to throw it away."
Murong Xiao quickly bent down to pick up the album and brushed off the dust.
Then he looked up and met Li Mo's suspicious gaze.
Brother Murong, you make me feel strange.
So you came here specifically to buy this thing?
Murong Xiao smiled awkwardly:
"I've been studying Buddhist martial arts lately."
"Then what?"
Li Mo was confused.
The Golden Bell Cover is indeed a Buddhist martial art and needs to be practiced in conjunction with Buddhist principles.
Is this the reason why you came to buy the emperor's uncle?
Murong Xiao explained with a serious face:
"The Buddhist scriptures say that form is emptiness and emptiness is form. As long as your mind is clear, even a beautiful woman will look like a dry bone."
"How can you ignore temptation without being tempted? If I don't go to hell, who will?"
"So, I decided to challenge my weak spot!"
"......"
Li Mo fell into deep thought.
Form is emptiness, is this how you understand it?
Are the six senses really that pure?
But it seemed to make sense, and he couldn't refute it.
Unable to figure it out, Li Mo could only nod and say:
"Okay, remember to return it to me after you finish reading it."
"Okay, Brother Li, goodbye."
Murong Xiao happily accepted the album.
He was about to go back and challenge the weak spot, when Li Mo's instructions came from behind:
"By the way, Brother Murong, you only need to know your understanding of Buddhism. Don't spread it around."
"Ah? Why?"
"I'm afraid that if this gets out to the Buddhist sect, the masters will challenge you to test your weak spot in killing."
......
The main peak ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall is located in the center of the mountain and is particularly closely guarded. Ying Bing followed several elders and traveled a very long distance to arrive there.
During the process, Ying Bing felt the fluctuations of the soul sweeping over him several times.
The power of Qingyuan Sect is definitely not limited to the elders who appear in public.
After a while, they came to a big door where there was a sleepy old man.
"Uncle Master."
Shangguan Wencang bowed respectfully.
"Oh, Wen Yuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you are willing to come to see me, an old man?"
The old man woke up as if from a dream and opened his cloudy old eyes.
"Uncle Master, I am Wen Cang."
Shangguan Wencang smiled bitterly.
"Oh, you are Wen Cang... my memory is so bad."
The old man patted the back of his head and asked:
"You came here..."
"Bring the true disciple Ying Bing to meet the ancestor."
Shangguan Wencang took out the sect leader token.
"True teaching..."
The old man's gaze passed over several elders and saw Ying Bing standing there quietly. A ray of light flashed in his turbid old eyes.
"Okay, okay..."
He praised several times before taking the token and combining it with the token in his own hand.
The spliced tokens were inserted into the center of the gate, and the heavy ancient door with black bird patterns painted on it finally opened slowly.
Ying Bing looked up, his eyes slightly fixed.
She had never been here in her previous life.
What she saw was bronze pillars supporting the dome, which was similar in design to the ones she had seen in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm. The birds enshrined inside all carried a strong aura of vicissitudes of life.
They all stood on a section of a sacred bronze tree.
Because of this, in a trance, I felt that they were still alive and full of charm and vitality.
Hula——
The candles ignited on their own, lighting up the sacred tree.
"This is the Heavenly Destiny Artifact of the Great Shang Dynasty..."
"To be precise, it is a part of it."
Shangguan Wencang put his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze tree with divine light. He sighed softly:
"You are destined to take over my burden in the future. It is time for you to know some things."
"Everything on this sacred tree is the shape and meaning imprinted by the souls of the powerful men of the Shang Dynasty."
"You must be curious as to why this thing is here."
Shangguan Wencang's eyes flickered.
After a pause, he continued:
"I, Master Qingyuan, am not only a meritorious minister of the Great Yu, but also the last royal family of the Great Shang."
"After she helped Emperor Wu to pacify the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, she did not accept the reward, but returned to Ziyang Prefecture, the former capital of the Great Shang Kingdom, to guard the spirits of her ancestors."
"So below the Qingyuan Sect is..."
"The Great Shang Imperial Tomb."
Listen to Shangguan Wencang's story.
Many of the nine peaks of the Qingyuan Sect today are simply descendants of the remaining ministers of the Shang Dynasty.
Ying Bing frowned slightly and looked at the bronze sacred tree again.
It's amazing.
The vicissitudes of life, splendor, desolation and exquisiteness can actually be embodied in the same thing.
She discovered that there was an obvious gap above the sacred tree.
This should be a place guarded by hundreds of birds and should not be left empty.
Shangguan Wencang seemed to know her doubts and said:
"That was supposed to be the place where the founder should have left her Xingyi imprint, but she later went to the Imperial City and never came back."
"Therefore, the shape of the Golden Crow became vacant."
"The imprints of form and meaning on it are all extremely profound and abstruse. You have a long way to go and a heavy task to accomplish. Please comprehend them carefully."
Throughout his entire life, Shangguan Wencang only comprehended one thing, which was the idea of a wild bird swallowing a dragon.
Condensing the shapes of hundreds of birds and gathering the phoenix spirit, this is the path left by the ancestors.
He thought that this would be a fantasy in his lifetime.
It wasn't until Ying Bing appeared that he saw the light.
Ying Bing followed Shangguan Wencang to worship the sacred tree.
Just now, he walked step by step to the approach of the broken bronze sacred tree.
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