Start with the gods

Chapter 170 Request
The long bells echoed on Mount Sumeru again, announcing the beginning of a new day.

As the sun rises, a small halo protrudes from the eastern sky and sprinkles the first ray of sunlight on the world.

On the mountain road in the early morning, many people were already walking along the mountain road steps towards the majestic temple. Most of them were holding incense and candles in their hands to make offerings, and their faces were full of piety.

Some of them also brought their children to worship together. The children were innocent, but they did not feel tired on this mountain road. Many teenagers jumped and ran back and forth, looking very happy.

The morning fog was about to dissipate, lingering outside Tianyin Temple, the air felt a little moist.

The monks who got up early had already done the necessary morning lessons for the day, and they were cleaning the courtyard at this moment, gently sweeping aside the leaves that fell last night.

In the whole Tianyin Temple, it looks solemn and peaceful at this moment, bathed in the faint mountain wind, and the faint fragrance of leaves blowing by the wind.

In a simple Zen room of Xiaotianyin Temple, the little girl Guo Qingyun was sleeping soundly on the wooden bed, with her eyebrows stretched out, a faint smile on her lips, and a relaxed look on her face.

At this time, Guo Yu was sitting in front of the wooden table in the center of the meditation room, holding a bamboo Langhao pen in his hand, and writing words one by one on the white paper on the table.

After an unknown amount of time, when the warm sunlight illuminated the entire meditation room through the window, Guo Yu finally stopped writing, put away the pen and paper, sorted out the finger-thick manuscripts, and opened his arms Stretching for a long time, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, he smiled lightly and said to himself: "It's finally finished."

He picked up the manuscript, moved back a little and stood up, glanced at the little girl who was still sleeping peacefully, took a few steps, and gently opened the door.

The rising sunshine is not dazzling, and it pours on the body, dispelling the coolness of the mountains in the early morning.

Guo Yu closed the door, turned around and walked along a small path for dozens of steps, then turned to the left and came to another meditation room.

The door of the Zen room was open, and an elderly monk sat cross-legged on the bed. Sitting on the chair in front of the table opposite him was a young monk with a fair face. It was Master Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, and his beloved Only Dharma appearance.

But at the moment, they were all absorbed in looking at the books in their hands, and they didn't even notice that Guo Yu was already standing at the door of the room.

"Cough cough." Guo Yu let out two light coughs to wake them up, then immediately stepped into the room, saluted respectfully, reached out and handed the newly written manuscript to Master Puhong, and said: " Master, this is the last volume of scriptures that this disciple knows."

"Amitabha!"

Master Puhong uttered a Buddhist name to calm down his excited mood, took the manuscript solemnly, and said, "Thank you nephew."

"No, no, these are Buddhist scriptures, and it's just right to hand them over to an eminent monk like Master."

"Nephew's words are wrong." Master Puhong put the manuscript beside him, looked straight into Guo Yu's eyes, and sighed: "If it wasn't for nephew, we would not know that there are so many exquisite Buddhist scriptures in the world." , is really an eye-opener!"

The Dharma minister next to him also nodded repeatedly and said with a somewhat obsessed look: "Yes, Senior Brother Guo, these Buddhist scriptures you wrote silently are really amazing. Every time you recite them, you feel a sudden enlightenment, and I benefit a lot."

"Haha..." Guo Yu smiled and said nothing.

In order to repay the kindness of Tianyin Temple for helping his daughter, he did not rush to leave that day, but chose to stay, and silently wrote down the Buddhist scriptures he had read in the world of martial arts and gave them to them.

As a result, as he expected, the eminent monks of Tianyin Temple were all very excited. They couldn't put down the scriptures he presented, and they recited them day and night, which brought them great help.

This point is most obvious in Master Puhong, the abbot. In just a few days, he seemed to have been reborn, with a faint golden light all over his body, like a real Buddha in the world. In terms of cultivation, he is definitely not weaker than Daoxuan at this moment. a cent.

How could the people of Tianyin Temple not be grateful to Guo Yu for such a great help?

Master Pu Hong frowned and thought for a while, staring at Guo Yu and said seriously: "Nephew, your scriptures are very important to Bi Temple, and all of us are very grateful. From now on, whatever you ask, as long as we can If you do it, you will promise.”

Guo Yu waved her hands hastily, even saying she didn't dare.

But then, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind, no matter what, I couldn't shake it off, and the whole person became entangled.

Master Puhong noticed his strangeness, and said aloud: "Martial nephew, if you have any difficulties, please speak up."

Guo Yu's eyes showed hesitation, and he felt that it was a little inappropriate for him to do so at this time, but the opportunity was rare, and he really didn't want to miss it, so he gritted his teeth and said, "To tell you the truth, my cultivation base has improved too fast these years. , resulting in flaws in the state of mind, and evil thoughts from time to time, I heard that there is a jade wall without words in your temple, which has the magical effect of purifying the soul, so..."

Guo Yu didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already expressed very clearly. Master Pu Hong's eyes gradually brought a smile, and he said, "I don't think it's a difficult task. Don't worry, nephew, I have complied with your request."

"This..." Guo Yu was stunned, his face was full of doubts, apparently he did not expect Master Puhong to agree so easily.

"Junior Brother Guo, you don't know something."

The Dharma Xiang next to him laughed softly: "Although this wordless jade wall is the treasure of the holy land of my Tianyin Temple, and it is also a Buddhist relic handed down by the ancestors, the temple has never prohibited disciples from viewing it. Even outsiders, if they are destined, they can go to watch Nothing is impossible."

Guo Yu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Tianyin Temple has been developing faster and faster for more than a hundred years. .”

"Hehe, my nephew has been praised too much. Buddhism is all about being convenient to others, and it can bring help to others. Why not do it?"

Master Puhong smiled lightly, turned his eyes to Faxiang and said: "After breakfast, you can go with Nephew Guo."

"Yes, Master." Fa Ying promised.

At this time, Guo Yu's heart was filled with endless ecstasy, and he sighed that this trip was worthwhile. Not only did he solve the little girl's soul problem, but now he also has the opportunity to see the wordless jade wall. It is really a great opportunity.

If nothing unexpected happens, after studying the wordless jade wall of Tianyin Temple, he will be able to obtain the contents of the fourth volume of the Heavenly Book contained in it.

In this way, his cultivation is bound to make great progress again in a short period of time. Guo Yu has a feeling in his heart that if he succeeds, he is likely to break through the legendary realm of Qingyunmen. The cultivation base will surpass Daoxuan Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi in one fell swoop, and become the number one master of Qingyun sect.

(End of this chapter)