"Brother Li, just give it to me if you don't want it. It would be a pity to throw it away." Murong Xiao quickly bent down to pick up the album and patted the dust off. Then he raised his head and met Li Mo's suspicious gaze. Brother Murong, you make me feel strange. From the beginning, did you come here specifically to buy this thing? Murong Xiao smiled and said: "I've been studying Buddhist martial arts recently." "Then what?" Li Mo was confused. The Golden Bell Jar 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: "Buddhist scriptures say that form is emptiness and emptiness is form. As long as the mind is clear, looking at beauty is like withered bones." "If you don't withstand temptation, how can you ignore temptation? If I don't go to hell, who will?" "So, I decided to challenge my weaknesses severely!" "..." Li Mo fell into deep thought. Form is emptiness, is that how you understand it? Are the six sense organs so pure? But it seemed to make sense, and he couldn't refute it. Unable to figure it out, Li Mo could only nod and said: "Okay, remember to return it to me after you finish it." "Okay, Brother Li, take your leave." Murong Xiao happily accepted the album. He was about to go back and challenge the weak point, when Li Mo's instructions came from behind him: "By the way, Brother Murong, just know your own understanding of Buddhism and Taoism. Don't spread it everywhere." "Ah? Why?" "I'm afraid if word spreads to Buddhism, the masters will challenge you to challenge your weakness in killing." ...
Main peak ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is located in the center of the mountain peak and is particularly well guarded. Ying Bing followed several elders and walked an extremely long distance to arrive. In the middle of the journey, Ying Bing felt several fluctuations of his mind and soul. The power of Qingyuan Sect is by no means limited to the elders on the surface. After a while, several people walked to a gate, where there was a sleepy old man. "Uncle." Shangguan Wen Cang bowed his hands respectfully. "Oh, Wen Yuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you willing to come see me, the old man?" The old man woke up from a dream and opened his cloudy old eyes. "Uncle, I am Wen Cang." Shangguan Wen Cang smiled bitterly. "Oh, you are Wen Cang... I have an old memory." The old man patted the back of his head and asked: "You are here..." "Take the true disciple Ying Bing to meet the ancestors." Shangguan Wencang took out the clan leader's token. "True biography..." The old man looked past several elders and saw Ying Bing standing there quietly. A ray of light flashed in his muddy old eyes. "Okay, okay..." He praised it several times before taking the token and combining it with the token in his hand. The spliced tokens were inserted into the center of the door. The heavy ancient door painted with black bird patterns finally opened slowly. Ying Bing looked up, his eyes slightly focused. She had never been here in her previous life. As soon as she saw it, the bronze pillars supported the dome. The format was similar to what she had seen in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm. The birds enshrined in it were all birds with a strong aura of vicissitudes of life. They all stood on a section of the bronze divine tree. Because of this, in a trance, I actually feel that they are still alive and full of charm. Hula—— The candle ignites spontaneously, illuminating the sacred tree.
"This is Dashang's destiny tool..." "To be precise, part of it." Shangguan Wencang put his hands behind his back and stared at the radiant bronze tree. He sighed softly: "You are destined to take over my burden in the future, and it's time for you to know some things." "The things on this sacred tree are all the shapes and meanings imprinted with the souls of powerful men from the Shang royal family." "You must be wondering why this thing is here." Shangguan Wen Cang's eyes flashed. After a pause, he said again: "I, Patriarch Qingyuan, am not only a meritorious minister of Yu Conglong, but also the last member of the royal family of Great Shang." "After she helped Emperor Wu pacify the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, she did not accept the reward. Instead, she returned to Ziyang Mansion, the former capital of the Great Shang Kingdom, to guard the graves of her ancestors." "So below the Qingyuan Sect is..." "The Mausoleum of the Great Shang Emperor." Listen to Shangguan Wen Cang's talk. Nowadays, many of the Jiufeng of Qingyuan Sect are simply the descendants of the great Shang officials. Ying Bing frowned slightly and looked at the Bronze Sacred Tree again. It's amazing to say. Vicissitudes of life, brilliance, dilapidation, and exquisiteness can actually be embodied in the same thing. She discovered that there was an obvious gap above the sacred tree. This place should be guarded by hundreds of birds and should not be left empty. Shangguan Wencang seemed to understand her doubts and said: "That was supposed to be the place where the Patriarch was supposed to leave her imprint, but she later went to the Imperial City and never came back." "Therefore, the shape of the golden crow is vacant." "The imprints of form and meaning on it are all extreme, obscure and mysterious. You have a long way to go, so please understand it carefully." Throughout his life, Shangguan Wen Cang came to understand one thing, which is the form of a wild bird swallowing a dragon. Condensing the shapes of hundreds of birds and gathering the Phoenix God, this is the path left by the ancestors. He originally thought that this would be a fantasy in his lifetime. It wasn't until Ying Bing appeared that he saw the light of day. Ying Bing followed Shangguan Wencang to worship the sacred tree.
Just now, step by step, he approached the broken bronze sacred tree. "Xiao Bing'er, this sacred tree is so majestic that you can't directly..." Just as Xue Jing spoke, Shangguan Wencang stopped him with his eyes. "Master, these Xingyi imprints were all left by the royal family of the Great Shang Dynasty, and their wills also remain in them." Xue Jing said anxiously. Those wills once belonged to the most noble and powerful. Every will is not to be disobeyed and extremely arrogant. Xiao Bing'er has just started to observe the spirit. If she walks up like this, she might be hurt by the will... "Wait and see for now." Shangguan Wencang looked at it calmly with narrowed eyes. But he saw Ying Bing standing in front of the sacred tree, her black hair and dress swaying, like a snow lotus standing in the wind. Her cold eyes never wavered, as if the vast aura did not exist at all. She seemed to be taller than the sacred tree. Dongdong—— Like a sound like a heartbeat, the broken sacred tree suddenly released waves of resonance. A blue phoenix at the top actually came to life. The blue phoenix flapped its wings and flew down, leaving a mysterious trajectory in the void, as if it transcended time and space. It stood in front of Ying Bing and saluted. "Blue phoenix..." Ying Bing fell into enlightenment. According to this shape, he carved his own soul. Then. Various bird shapes all flew down from the branches on their own initiative. Buzz—— A lofty aura flowed around Ying Bing, as if she was accepting the worship of the true phoenix. In the dark, there seemed to be a heavenly sound flowing, and the lingering sound was lingering. Xue Jing's eyes widened, almost thinking that he saw an illusion. The other elders all had similar expressions.
Numb.