Fortune Teller

"It took half a year to learn the secret technique. It shows that you have put in a lot of hard work."

On the jade platform, Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly.

Although there is help from the Six Deduction Techniques, Qingguang Baoyi is ultimately a top secret. Without the faith as clear as water and a tenacious Taoist heart, it is difficult to comprehend it in a short period of time.

Shouxin was able to achieve this step... It can be seen that for half a year, he has not slacked off at all, and he has eliminated all distracting thoughts in his mind before he can successfully get started.

Keeping your mind clear of distracting thoughts is easy to say, but how many people can do it?

It is even rarer to maintain this state for as long as half a year.

"Senior, Shouxin is a Zen sinner and has been banned in the ancient pagoda all year round. If he participates in the incense performance, I am afraid it will cause dissatisfaction in the Tibetan Temple!" the monk who kept the precepts bowed and said.

"The Zangxiang Temple has long been dissatisfied with the Zhenyan Temple. Otherwise, how could all the ancient temples join forces to suppress it?" Monk Wuyan said angrily, "According to what you mean, why should we participate in the Dharma Incense Festival? Just admit defeat and surrender. It’s for the Earth Temple!”

"The poor monk just thinks that we can win the ranking without guarding our hearts."

The monk who kept the precepts continued, "But if he is allowed to participate in the war, the Zangxiang Temple will be even more dissatisfied. By then, the crisis facing Zhengon Temple may be even greater."

After the words fell, the faces of Zhenyijing present were a little solemn.

Indeed, if Shouxin is allowed to fight, regardless of success or failure, the face of Zangxiang Temple will be tarnished. No one dares to imagine how Patriarch Zangchen will punish Zhenyan Temple!

"Whether you send someone to guard your heart or not is a matter for your Zhenyan Temple," Gu Xiuyun said with an indifferent expression, "Pindao promised before that as long as he can get started within half a year, I will give him full guidance. Do you want me to break my promise?"

"Juniors don't dare."

The monk who kept the precepts trembled slightly.

A practitioner's promise can be light or heavy.

For those who have reached a bottleneck in their cultivation and can no longer make any progress, promises are worthless. But for practitioners who are expected to become enlightened, every promise is like an ancient sacred mountain, as heavy as a thousand stones, and they will never be broken easily.

"Shou Precepts, your character is still flawed, go back to practice first, and come back to see me when you can write a complete record of the disaster."

Hearing this, the monk who kept the precepts turned pale.

Patriarch Xianyun's words clearly indicate that he is completely disappointed. No matter how much he said in the past, he could come here every other month, but now he is asked to write a complete record of disasters... That is a unique mind-training method of Zen Buddhism. Jue, if you don't have enough concentration, you can't write it out at all.

"It seems that in the Dharma Incense Festival six years later, Shouxin can only be allowed to participate in the battle!" The puzzled host looked at this scene and thought secretly in his heart.

For him, preserving the status of Jingon Temple as an ancient temple is more important than anything else.

It’s true that Shouxin is a sinner, but don’t forget that it was the Buseluohan who betrayed the Zen sect, not the monk Shouxin.

Zen Buddhism is so powerful, why does it care about a little Arhat?

Therefore, only Patriarch Zangchen took action in this matter, and His Holiness did not pass down any decrees. In the view of Master Bujie, eight thousand years of confinement was enough to offset the sin.

…

The realm of demons and gods.

The second clone is possessed by the Black Turtle Clan Demon King, slowly waiting for the right opportunity.

A few years have passed, and he has explored more than a dozen powerful people of the Black Turtle Clan through the Destiny Mind, but he has found nothing. It can be seen that the secrets of the Divine Turtle Ancestral Land are only known to a very few powerful people. Except for the venerable Black Turtle Clan, I'm afraid only the ninth-grade Demon Emperor has heard of it.

"For hundreds of millions of years, the Black Turtle clan has been destroyed many times. Logically speaking, it is impossible for news about the ancestral land of the Holy Turtle to spread to this day. There must be a special secret realm that records these things... That secret realm is in the Demon God Realm. Within the Turtle Clan.”

Gu Xiuyun speculated in his mind.

The reason why the Demon God Realm is firmly controlled by the Demon Clan is no accident. This is the birthplace of the Divine Beast Clan.

True dragons, phoenixes, black turtles and even dozens of ancient beasts all originally resided in the realm of demons and gods.

Therefore, after Emperor Ming became a Venerable, he would return to the Demon God Realm with all his heart, hoping to rebuild the Phoenix Clan.

Here are the relics left by the ancient Phoenix and the ancestral lineage of the Phoenix clan.

"Since the death of Xuanhan, the ninth-grade Demon Emperor of the Xuangui Clan has been fighting abroad. The Venerable Turtle Clan has also been reclusive and rarely seen. It seems that there will be no gains in a short time!"

The Demon King of the Turtle Clan possessed by Gu Xiuyun lay in the depths of the lake, practicing quietly.

…

The void channel opens.

Gu Yue stepped out and saw a vast territory in front of her. Compared with the chessboard territory, this place was sparsely populated, and the number of monster beasts and void creatures was mostly less.

Not every realm has enough spiritual power to support the growth of void creatures.

Not so in the ring realm.

"According to the guidance of the secret technique of the Broken Stele, there are six suitable mortal lives in the Ring Realm. Spiritual power in this world is scarce, and there are only 78,000 small-scale realms. There can actually be six lives whose minds and wills influence their souls. It’s really incredible.”

Gu Yue looked into the void ahead.

The illusion of destiny is a power that can only be given birth to a life that is extremely eager for a certain future or extremely regrets the past.

And such people have generally experienced extraordinary pain.

The secular environment in the Ring Realm is probably much more miserable than that in the Chessboard Realm.

Thoughts flashed.

Gu Yue's fingertips moved slightly, and she calculated the possible location of the first life. She did not move, but just sent out a wisp of soul thought, attached to the Demon King of Douxiao Realm, and rushed towards the small world sky. .

A mortal's lifespan is only a hundred years, so there is no time to cast illusions one by one. Of course, six of them must be solved at the same time.

…

The front hall of Shingonji Temple.

As time passed, Douxiao Realm disciples continued to leave, and the number of disciples who realized the mystery also increased to one hundred and ninety-two.

But this is already its fifth year.

There are only four months left before the Dharma Incense Festival.

Yan Lu was sitting in front of an earth-yellow picture of strange beasts, surrounded by different scrolls. Each scroll represented one of the postures of the strange beasts.

He was carving pictures of earth-yellow exotic animals in order to increase his understanding and seek opportunities for breakthroughs.

After more than five years, Yan Lu finally had a hint of enlightenment, but compared to realizing the mystery, there was still a long way to go.

Fortunately, he was able to persevere to this day because of his perseverance.

"Junior Brother Yan is so patient. He has gone in and out of the front hall for me more than ten times. I can still see you meditating here. I admire you, I admire you!"

A Shingon Temple disciple walked into the temple with a smile, his face full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Yan Lu was still looking at the picture of the strange beast in front of him, his eyes motionless.

"Hmph, no matter how hard you stare, you won't be able to figure out the mystery. Just like your sinful master, you will never be able to turn over..."

The disciple cursed a few times before walking away.

Yan Lu's fist was clenched tightly at some point, and then silently released.

He was used to being laughed at by his fellow students, but he was unable to resist.

Yan Lu is self-aware. He knows very well that he is far inferior to his peers. If it weren't for the elixir and the treasured cultivation land of Zhenyan Temple, he wouldn't even be able to reach the middle stage of Douxiao Realm. So what if he resisted?

In the end, the only thing he could do was to have his spiritual veins destroyed and then be kicked out of the Shingon Temple.

But enduring silently does not mean groveling. Yan Lu's heart is still determined. He will break through all the thorns in front of him and defeat all his classmates who used to laugh at him.

He wants to prove to the Shingon Temple that disciples of the monk Shouxin can reach the top of the immortal path.

Maybe this dream will never come true in his lifetime, but he will move forward unswervingly until the moment he dies.

…

time flies.

Before I knew it, the last four months had passed.

The scrolls in the front hall of Shingon Temple drifted away like smoke, and the thousands of disciples who stayed in the front hall turned and left.

Only a handful of these disciples have stayed in the front hall to meditate. The others have come to have a look. Will the scrolls in the front hall disappear?

Now that I have the answer, I will naturally not stop.

"Grandmaster Xianyun's paintings of strange beasts have disappeared. I still have the scrolls that I copied. As long as I study them with concentration, I will be able to understand the mystery."

Firmness flashed deep in Yan Lu's eyes.

Choosing a path and walking forward without hesitation is Yan Lu’s Taoist heart. Just like when he first comprehended the secret technique of killing, what if his state of mind is different? So what if it’s difficult to understand?

No amount of hardship can stop him.

Yan Lu silently put away all the scrolls and headed towards his cave.

No one noticed that a gaze was looking at him from a distance across the void.