Chapter 195 Bell, bell

"Why did the master help me like this? He helped me resolve my killing karma and gave me good luck?" Tang Linjun's soul thought swept the bell and found that there was nothing special. However, he also wondered why Mr. Huikong helped me so much? Is it just because he is a practitioner of Taoism? He just because he promised to give him something? This reason is too far-fetched.

"Your spiritual sword is mine!" Suddenly Huikong said something that scared Tang Linjun!

"Master? You..." Tang Linjun opened his mouth in shock. The green shadow he had obtained was on those overseas islands. According to what he knew, the batch of treasures had been at least a hundred years.

"Yes, yes, Master Huikong just said that he had arrived in the secular world for dozens of years before he came to Guyun Temple to finish his hair. It took more than seventy years. Isn't it better to calculate the time for more than one hundred years?"

"This sword is called Qingmo, which I obtained from ancient ruins. Later, because of the abolition of cultivation and no dantian, this sword was taken away by a Western barbarian at that time. The Western barbarians were full of blood and energy, and their strength was not weaker than that of the late stage of the innate stage, and even had demonic energy. Later, after I discussed with my master and senior brother, it should be a Western demonic cultivator."

"In the future, when you walk in the secular world, you must be careful of Western demon cultivators. This type of demon cultivator is born through blood inheritance. He is innately powerful, without being injured by a knife, and will not be killed by a gun!"

"Buddhist talks about cause and effect. If you get my magic weapon, you will be a destined person, and it is also my successor."

"Master!" Tang Linjun was extremely bachelor and kowtowed again.

"Son of Confucianism can be taught." Huikong nodded with a smile: "Bell, ring, Qingmo, you must not let the practitioners in the barrier discover it before your strength has not reached the realm of the Golden Elixir, otherwise disaster will come."

"The good and bad lies in the heart. The heart is like a mirror, and the mirror is not a platform. I'm going, take care of myself!" Huirong raised her head and smiled and looked at Tang Linjun, and suddenly her whole head drooped and her breath disappeared.

"Master!" Tang Linjun crawled on the ground, buried his head deeply, and did not lift it up for a long time.

"Uncle Master, donor Lin, Master Jing'an and Master Wuming are here!" A few minutes later, Du Zhen's voice sounded outside the door. He didn't know that his uncle had passed away.

With a "squeak", the door was opened by Tang Linjun, and then he closed his hands and said, "Master Dora, Senior Huikong, has sat down!"

"What?" Watoma was shocked and then quickly walked into the room, and a nun following him and an old monk entered together.

"Amitabha!" After seeing Huikong's appearance, Du Zhen sighed and chanted the Buddha's name. Master Jing'an and Master Wuming also sat down together and began to recite the sutra of rebirth.

The three of them were originally looking for Tang Linjun to discuss the truth, but now Huikong suddenly passed away, so this truth can no longer be discussed.

However, the monks were just a stinky skin and had already left life and death aside. Whether it was the one who was full of murderous aura, they did not cry, but just recited scriptures with Jing'an and Wuming.

Tang Linjun could not recite scriptures, but sat cross-legged in a corner, closing his eyes and silent.

He could see that Du Zhen was not very good to his Master Huikong, and it seemed that the two were not friendly. However, Huikong was dead and gave him all his inheritance. In Huikong's words, the two were really destined to be together, but this kind of master-disciple relationship was only less than an hour.

Huikong finally became a monk in Mount Wutai for more than 70 years and was also a high-ranking monk. So the next day, many fellow temples from all sizes on Mount Wutai came to commemorate him. For a moment, the deserted Guyun Temple became lively.

Tang Linjun still did not leave. Since he and Huikong had this relationship with him, they had to send Huikong for the last journey. So it was not until three days later that Guyun Temple built a wooden pagoda, burned Huikong, and picked up more than a hundred relics from his ashes that Tang Linjun left.

That's right, Huikong's ashes had a total of 111 colored relics of different colors. This number is also considered to be a huge number among Buddhist monks.

Relics are not something that any monk can have. They need to be thought power, karma has reached a certain level of cultivation, merits are fulfilled, and Buddhism has achieved the right result. According to legend, when the Buddha Shakyamuni was transformed, the relics left were 48,000.

The local Buddhist association in Shanxi also came forward and then formulated a pagoda, preparing to place Huikong's relics at the bottom of the pagoda.

Tang Linjun did not take Huikong's relics. Although he wanted to study how the relics were formed, he also knew that taking them would be equivalent to blasphemy of Huikong.

Three days later, Tang Linjun hung up a list at Jinge Temple and moved into Jinge Temple with a Buddhist believer who worshipped the incense Buddha. Master Jing'an had also returned, but she did not come to see Tang Linjun, as if Du Zhen had said something to her. However, Tang Linjun didn't care. He just waited for the ancient martial arts gathering, got some treasures and left. As for the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the dragon veins of Mount Wutai, he did not consider it at all.

Destiny is indeed destined by heaven, but it cannot be changed. For example, someone has deficient water in the five elements after he is born, which is innate. However, if his parents add the words with water on his name or have some decorations about water, they can make up for his innate incompleteness.

So there is a saying that, "There is no way to save people." It means that fate, will, etc. are rigid and fixed. It cannot destroy you. The world will always leave a glimmer of life, a glimmer of opportunities, a glimmer of hope, etc., it depends on how you grasp it.

Just like a person who practices Taoism, no one who is a practitioner after birth can fly to the sky and escape from the earth and live forever. It depends on your future opportunities and on your own to compete with the heaven for life.

So you only have a lifespan of seventy years, but if you practice Taoism when you were young, you might even be able to live 170 years old.

There are some common points in the world. When you watch the astrological constellations at the Shimashita at night, you will see some crisis. But if you can grasp it and give a warning in advance, this crisis will no longer exist and may still happen, but the probability of it will definitely be smaller, or even none.

Tang Linjun was above the so-called astrological deduction, but if he left now, everything that Watanabe saw would be automatically broken. Also, if he did not cause trouble, he would just be low-key, he might not be able to respond to the hexagram.

This day was already the 28th day of the fourth lunar month, and the day of the temple fair was lively. Tang Linjun sat in the meditation room, watching the crowded crowd, watching the Buddhists drinking water from the well, watching them happily eating vegetarian meals, and buying some "consecrated" items.

In fact, the raw water is not holy water, and the vegetarian meal cannot eliminate disasters and difficulties. Even the consecrated Buddhist beads, Buddha pendants, etc. are nothing but chanted by some monks. It really does not work, but ordinary mortals are the best to deceive.

Of course, they may also know that it is useless, but what they buy is just a peace of mind.

Believe in one's own peace of mind. If you truly believe in immortality and immortality, and truly believe in flying in the sky and omnipotence, then it is a cult.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?" Tang Linjun remembered this sentence. What Huikong told him before he sat in the sea, but in fact he understood the meaning of Huikong.

Huikong is teaching him to cultivate oneself and mind. The mind is a tree of wisdom. You must keep yourself awake, like a bright mirror, always looking at yourself and others, keeping yourself awake!

"This trip to Mount Wutai was not in vain!" Tang Linjun suddenly felt lost. He felt that Huikong himself was an excellent mirror, but the mirror was broken as soon as he got it into his hand.

"Well, spiritual ring!" Finally, I had time to watch the bell that Huikong gave him, so I immediately took out the copper bell as big as a pigeon egg. When the soul thoughts passed through, there was nothing unusual, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation, and there was nothing special about it.

However, Huikong said that this was obtained from the ancient ruins in the barrier, and because it was abolished!

Obviously, Huikong's cultivation was destroyed in order to keep the bell at that time. It should be a very important object or a treasure.

But even Huikong himself did not understand the mystery of the bell, because his cultivation level was gone and he had no way to comprehend it. Even if he knew something like a green shadow like a spiritual weapon, it would be impossible to put it into his dantian.

"Spiritual Ring!" Tang Linjun raised the bell over his head and found that the spirit ring was hanging on the ring buckle in the middle of the bell. It was a dead buckle and had no gaps at all. In other words, this spirit ring would not be taken out of the bell unless it was taken off violently.

"Using the spirit ring as the 'clang' to hit the bell, what is the function of this bell or this spiritual ring?" Tang Linjun frowned, then tried to bite his fingers, and a wisp of essence and blood mixed with soul thoughts stained the spirit ring.

But the Spirit Ring has no movement or even no fluctuations. It is like a toy played with by a child, so fake it cannot be fake anymore.

"I can't recognize my master with blood and can't see through the mystery inside, but Master Huikong wouldn't lie to me. He said that fortune must be a great fortune, and it is also the treasure of ancient ruins. It is impossible for the ancient strange man to refine a toy like a wave drum for future generations to play with Taoist practitioners, right?"

"Hmm? Playing, bell?" Tang Linjun suddenly had an idea. Since the spirit ring was tied to the bell, it should have been to shake it. He found that he should have gone to a misunderstanding and had never shaken the bell!

"Dingling ~" If you want to do it, Tang Linjun pinched his two fingers and shook the small bell as if it was fun.

But the little bell still has not changed at all and the sound is pitifully small.

"Try to use true qi to destroy it?" Tang Linjun closed his eyes, slowly wrapped the bell with the true qi, and then shook it again.

However, after only a moment of shaking, Tang Linjun suddenly found that his qi was surging and boiling. The true energy in his body rushed into the bell like a flood that broke through the dam.

With a "buzzing", when Tang Linjun stopped, the vent of his true energy stopped instantly, and Tang Linjun couldn't help but feel sweet in his throat and almost spit out blood.

At the same time, he heard the sound of the deafening sound like a big bell just now, which made his eardrums hurt.

"What kind of clock is this?" Tang Linjun looked horrified and did not dare to shake again.

At this time, a Buddhist chant sounded outside the door, and then a girl asked, "Donald Lin, are you okay? What was the sound just now?"
Chapter completed!