Infinite Script Killing

There is a saying in Buddhism that when monks talk about money, they don’t talk about yuan, but talk about fate. Don’t ask, just ask and you will get 18,000 fate.

Xu Tong always thought this was a joke.

But I never thought that one day this joke would land on my head.

Fifty thousand taels of gold, how much is this?

In this era, silver was a rare commodity. Silver from Japan and overseas had not yet flowed into China. One tael of silver placed here would be enough to feed a family of four for two months, which is equivalent to about 4,000-5,000 RMB.

This is true for silver, let alone gold. Fifty thousand taels of gold, I had never been so arrogant when I was Ma Hongwen.

For a moment, Xu Tong tilted his head and looked at Master Minghai in front of him: "I have money, can I burn it for you?"

Xu Tong's words were obviously thorny. After all, being tricked like this would make anyone feel unhappy.

"Your Majesty, be careful what you say!"

Guzang looked unhappy.

But what Master Minghai said next surprised both Xu Tong and Gu Zang. Master Minghai clasped his hands together and shouted: "Amitabha!" Then the smile on his face grew stronger:

"If that's the case, I would be very grateful to the poor monk. Please ask the Venerable Master to come to my Yunjing Mountain in August next year and burn it to the poor monk on the spot."

The corner of Xu Tong's mouth twitched, wondering what kind of trick this bald donkey was up to.

Gu Zang, who was on the side, heard what he was saying, and his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Master Minghai beside him with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "Senior Brother, you..."

"Amitabha, this poor monk's luck is about to end. He will be enthroned in August next year. He is suffering from the lack of financial support on his journey. I didn't expect that he will form many good relationships here. It's good, it's good."

Guzang's expression suddenly became complicated.

Xu Tong frowned: "I won't go to Yunjing Mountain, but if you really need it, the money will be enough for you on the road."

As he said this, he took out a stack of money from the prop book and placed it on the table.

At this time, Master Minghai no longer cared about the details. He directly put the money into his pocket, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Xu Tong: "The venerable has great merits. After the young monk returned, he paid homage to Xu Tong in the temple. The venerable one set up a golden body to repay the venerable one for his great kindness.”

"No, no, no, no, I'm still young, I haven't given birth to a child yet, don't leave me on the table, I feel weird."

Xu Tong hurriedly waved his hand and put away the glazed pagoda: "I'll take the treasure. We're clear of both people and goods. We won't get entangled. I asked for leave and it's not convenient for me to stay here for a long time. Our mountains will remain green and our rivers will grow forever." Liu, say goodbye!"

After Xu Tong finished speaking, he didn't even have a chance to be polite to the two of them, got on his horse and drove away quickly.

The bald donkey in Guzang didn't give in to him at all, but the monk Minghai had too many tricks. Although he had no shortage of money, he always felt that something was wrong in his heart. It was better to use the thirty-six strategies as the best strategy.

"Senior brother!! This... this... you let him take your glass stupa and leave?"

Gu Zang originally brought his senior brother here to ask him to help him regain his position. Unexpectedly, instead of arguing with him, his senior brother gave him the most precious glazed relic pagoda of Yunjing Mountain, which immediately made Gu Zang feel that he had lost something. The lady lost her troops again.

But the Master Minghai on the side had a smile on his face. Facing his junior brother’s depressed look, he just smiled faintly: “Buddhism is like a seed. The more you sow, the more you will reap. Unknowingly, when you look back, you are already... A sea of ​​Buddha.”

Gu Zang was confused when he heard this.

Seeing this, Monk Minghai didn't want to say anything anymore, but it was obvious that his junior brother was still stubborn, so he could only ask: "Do you know what the real value of the Glazed Relic Pagoda is?"

"Of course I know that this treasure is blessed by the relics of Sakyamuni Buddha. Those who hold it can practice the Nirvana Sutra."

Gu Zang certainly knows the mystery of this thing. This thing is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. The Nirvana Sutra can even have the ability to see into the future. If you practice it to great success, you can control time with a snap of your fingers.

Monk Minghai smiled and nodded, and continued to ask: "At what level of cultivation can you control time?"

"Hey, senior brother, aren't you testing me? There are seven levels in the Nirvana Sutra. If you practice to the fifth level, you will have the ability to control time. Only when you practice to the seventh level, you will be perfect."

Guzang answered fluently, and obviously would not be stumped by this little common sense.

Monk Minghai was very satisfied with the answer. He took out a string of rosary beads from his sleeve and placed it on his hand:

"Each of these levels has a level of Buddhist teachings. When the venerable master reaches the seventh level, he will be a future Buddha with boundless merits. Since he is a future Buddha, I will give him the most precious treasure of Buddhism and help him become a Buddha. I will be the present Buddha. Junior brother, you are the only one. How can we attain enlightenment if we still stick to the past Buddhas?”

Guzang was completely stunned at this time and didn't know how to refute his senior brother's words.

Master Minghai saw that his junior brother had nothing to say, so he patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "Junior brother, when you save others, you first save yourself. This is true for people, and so is the Buddha..."

Only when Master Minghai walked out of the tea shed did Gu Zang figure it out and asked his senior brother to come out, not to teach Yang Hong a lesson but to enlighten him.

On the other side, Xu Tong rode back, feeling unmotivated.

He called out the props book and carefully examined the so-called treasure.

I saw the Buddha's light flowing on this prop card, which was densely packed with text. Among them was a golden Buddha statue, sitting in the void, with countless sun, moon and stars rotating around it.

Just by looking at the appearance of the prop card, one knew that it was a rare high-end prop card, but when Xu Tong looked at its entry with anticipation, he was immediately dumbfounded.

【Glass Relic Pagoda】

It is said that there is a finger bone relic of the Buddha hidden there, which has been blessed by the power of eminent monks of all ages. The holder can practice Buddhist magical powers and the Nirvana Sutra.

Passive skill 1: Nirvana Scripture

Holders can comprehend the Nirvana Sutra.

(Note: The Nirvana Sutra is the supreme practice method of Buddhism. It has the magical effect of penetrating the power of time. There are seven levels in total. The higher the practice, the stronger the control of time.)

"Gone?? Gone now? Liar!! Did you lie to me?"

Xu Tong looked at the entries in the props book and instantly felt like he had been tricked by a bald donkey.

Isn't this a high-end item card? He didn't even have an active skill, so he gave himself a sutra book and cheated him out of more than ten ghost notes? ?

"Sure enough, monks who know how to chant sutras can't believe it. This routine is too profound."

Xu Tong was speechless for a while. What Nirvana Scripture? After working on it for a long time, he still had to study it by himself? ? ?

In an instant, Xu Tong had the urge to throw this thing into the pit, but he thought that it was something he had exchanged for more than ten pieces of ghost money. Even if it didn't work, it would be good to keep it at home as a decoration.

After patiently studying it for a moment, Xu Tong noticed that the Nirvana Sutra seemed to have the power to control time.

This actually made him think.

There are only two time prop cards in his hand, Touch of Time and Time Traveler, but there is no doubt about the power of these two prop cards. Even without them, he would have died long ago.

It was precisely because of his understanding of the power of time that Xu Tong reluctantly endured and tried to understand the so-called Nirvana Sutra. As a thought arose in him, the appearance of the glazed stupa suddenly appeared in his mind.

On the glittering glazed pagoda, there are countless small regular scripts. The handwriting is no more than the size of a grain of rice, but it is very clear, like the mark carved by a knife, without any ambiguity.

As Xu Tong's thoughts deepened, it felt like the small words engraved on the pagoda would move and fly, gradually forming a golden picture in front of Xu Tong.

In the scroll, there is a golden Buddha sitting in the void. This golden Buddha's eyes are slightly closed, his legs are crossed, and his hands are in a mudra. His expression is peaceful, but unlike the majesty of the Buddha statues in other temples, it reveals a kind and familiar feeling. breath.

In a daze, Xu Tong discovered that the face of the Golden Buddha was exactly the same as his own, as if the Buddha was none other than himself.

"magic!"

Feeling the wonder of this scripture for the first time, Xu Tong simply relaxed his mind and studied it carefully. Unknowingly, he was already on horseback, letting the old horse carry him back to the marching team. .

The surrounding soldiers looked up at Xu Tong, only to see him with his eyes slightly lowered and a smile on his face. A feeling of closeness arose spontaneously. He was reciting scriptures in a soft voice that people could not understand. I feel extremely comfortable.

In particular, Ge Zhuo and others who followed Xu Tong felt that the five tiger skills in his body began to practice unconsciously due to the sutras recited by Xu Tong. Following them all the way, not only did they not feel tired, but they felt that their whole body was useful. The same endless strength.

More than a month passed in a flash. Seeing the weather getting colder and colder, the soldiers finally arrived outside Hangzhou and began to station troops.

Xu Tong was separated into a separate camp.

The three thousand soldiers and horses led by Ge Zhuo and others were all assigned to Xu Tong by Wu Jie. From then on, these soldiers and horses became Xu Tong's personal troops, and Xu Tong could take them with him wherever he went in the future.

It can be regarded as Wu Jie reciprocating the favor and giving Xu Tong some compensation in advance.

Xu Tong asked Gu Xibai to be his general, responsible for training these troops.

Gao Zhuo did not stay in the camp. The soldiers practiced every day in the camp, and the blood was so strong that he felt uncomfortable all over. Xu Tong simply gave him a special leave and asked him to find a place to refine the corpse by himself.

As for Li Bo, this guy did not follow Xu Tong. Instead, he was valued by Wu Jie and took him with him and promoted him to a personal guard.

During this period, Xu Tong tried to practice the Nirvana Sutra every day, and found that the Nirvana Sutra did have abilities beyond his expectations. As he practiced, his thoughts became purer, with fewer distracting thoughts, and his thinking became clearer.

Coupled with his Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, although his cultivation level remained unchanged for the time being, his strength has improved to another level. Even his Pure Yang Sword Technique has faint signs of a breakthrough.

What made him even more delighted was that after completing the first level of the Nirvana Sutra, he had a clearer understanding of time control.

I saw Xu Tong open his eyes and slowly raise his palms. The sunlight penetrated through the gaps between his fingers, as if there was an invisible and immaterial force in the mist, wasting his skin bit by bit.

"Is this the years?"

Xu Tong took a deep breath and was about to continue meditating when Ge Zhuo strode outside the camp: "General, that beast suddenly went berserk and hurt people. After we suppressed it, it seemed to be dying and its breath became weaker and weaker. "

What Ge Zhuo was talking about was the Kestrel Eagle King. This beast was very ferocious, and Xu Tong deliberately endured it. As a result, it didn't eat or drink, and it didn't even have the slightest intention of bowing its head.

Seeing this, Xu Tong sighed and stood up from his knees: "Take me to see!"

He has made up his mind that if he cannot surrender this time, he will simply kill him and make soup.