I practice ruthless way

Xiao Man walked into this Taoist hall that he had visited countless times.

The appearance of each place is the same as in the memory. The rockery and strange rocks are shrouded in the night. The vines on the west side of the courtyard hang down like a waterfall. The bamboo rocking chair is lying on the porch. No one sits on it.

Yan Wushu ignited the lamps all over the Daoist Hall with his fingers, and the darkness was dispelled.The bamboo chair casts a shadow on the ground, rising and falling with the wind.Xiao Man stepped on the stone steps, rolled up the hem of his clothes, crossed the threshold, and walked into the front hall.

"Do you know the origin of the Buddhist altar?" Yan Wushu walked behind Xiao Man, his eyes fell on his black sandalwood hair, and asked softly.

Xiao Man: "Yes."

Yan Wushu: "In this way, you also have some understanding of what is suppressed inside?"

Xiao Man's response was still faint: "Yes."

Little Fenghuang was still making that embarrassment for which he couldn't figure out why.

Yan Wushu felt helpless, tapped the tip of his nose with a folding fan, and lowered his tone: "Why are you interested in it?"

It hit me first.

Xiao Man lowered his eyes and said in his heart.

It was impossible for him to tell Yan Wushu the truth, and he couldn't tell a complete lie. Compared with talking about Wenzhou, Yan Wushu wanted to know him a little better, so he picked a plausible excuse: "That sound was very ear-piercing."

Yan Wushu frowned, "sharp" is not a good word, if you feel harsh, you must be feeling uncomfortable.

"What did you hear?" he asked.

"You have to look at it to know." Xiao Man went straight to the Arhat couch by the east window, brushed his clothes and sat down, put his left hand on his right sleeve, looked up at Yan Wushu, and made a gesture of "please".

Yan Wushu sat down opposite Xiao Man, and took out the altar.

The three instruments were suspended on the three sides of the altar respectively, surrounded by brilliance and spiritual power, forming wind and waves, blowing a strand of hair on Xiao Man's shoulders.

The appearance of the Buddhist altar is [-]% similar to the painting painted by Tan Wenzhou Huixing Yunfeng. Xiao Man first took a look at the whole, and then carefully examined the incantations on it.

There are many kinds of sealing techniques, and the methods to deal with different things are naturally different.Generally speaking, one can judge from the seal itself which category the sealed object belongs to, but this shrine is too damaged.

Xiao Man pursed his lips, feeling a bit difficult.

"This illusion can only temporarily trap it, what's the next plan?" Xiao Man asked Yan Wushu.

Yan Wushu put one hand on the side of his face, flipping through a book taken out of the Qiankun Ring, sitting in a casual posture, and raised his head when he heard Xiao Man's question: "I have some ideas, but they haven't formed yet."

"That means we haven't found a solution yet." Xiao Man said expressionlessly.

He returned his eyes to the Buddhist altar, no longer looked at those incomprehensible lines, and focused his attention on the collapsed "door" of the altar, trying to peep through the gap.

The gap is deep black, filled with the evil spirit that has been tempered for many years, surging like thick clouds, gathering and dispersing into strange shapes, Xiao Man stared at it for a long time, suddenly lost his mind, and stretched out his hand towards that place.

Xiao Man's movements seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast, his body leaned forward at an unnatural angle, his eyes didn't blink, and there was nothing but the altar in the dark eyes.

Obviously bewitched.

Yan Wushu's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly grabbed his hand with sharp eyes, and slashed his sword finger in the void, and said in a low voice: "Break!"

The cold light gathers into the altar.

Xiao Man's fingers trembled, and he suddenly woke up.

The black mist that covered his sight dissipated, and the tables and chairs in the Taoist hall returned to his eyes. The wind blowing in from the east window disturbed the lights in the room.A drop of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, Xiao Man exhaled lightly, his eyes turned, and he found that his hand was being held by Yan Wushu.

In an instant, a burning heat surged up, Xiao Man quickly withdrew his hand, put it on his knee, and said with closed eyes: "I'm sorry...thank you."

"This is a seal set thousands of years ago. The sealed thing has survived for thousands of years, and its strength can be glimpsed. Now that you are new to the Taoist sect, you must not take it lightly when facing this thing."

Yan Wushu squeezed a sword formula and tapped it between Xiao Man's eyebrows, and muttered in a low voice after finishing the instructions: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Xiao Man pretended not to hear the words behind, took the Buddhist beads from his wrist and held them in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I have an idea."

"Let's hear it?" Yan Wushu showed interest.

Xiao Man didn't answer right away, but closed his eyes and twirled the beads one by one.

Yan Wushu knew that he was sorting out his thoughts, so he didn't urge him, moved the Buddhist altars on the table to the side, put out the tea set and tea leaves, and asked Fei Jian to fetch a pot of mountain spring water, lit the small stove, and started to boil the water Make tea.

The wall reflected Xiao Man's upright sitting posture, with his back straight and straight, except for the hand fiddled with the prayer beads, everything beside him was motionless, as if condensed into a portrait.

But Yan Wushu didn't just look at the shadows, he knew that Xiao Man would occasionally lift his eyelids to look at the altar, but he never paid any attention to his actions.

The water on the stove boiled, Yan Wushu extinguished the fire, lifted the lid, and poured a spoonful of tea into the pot.

He has always been careless about making tea, he didn't go to the first course of tea, he was too lazy to warm up the tea bowls in advance, guessing that the tea leaves were boiling, he turned over the two tea bowls and began to divide the tea.

"You haven't made tea for a long time." Yan Wushu said.

"I don't like tea."

Just when the beads were set to one hundred and eight, Xiao Man raised his eyelids and spoke calmly.

Yan Wushu paused, and after thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed the case.In these years, whenever there is tea in the cup, Xiao Man always takes a sip and then puts it down.

This little phoenix prefers sugar water, likes to drink sour plum soup, likes to make watermelon into juice, and even wine glutinous rice balls need to add a lot of rock sugar before they are willing to take a bite.

No wonder he is going to Baihua Peak, there are all kinds of food in the Five Drum Towers, but there is only tasteless Bigu Pill on Xueyi Peak.

Xiao Man wrapped the beads around a few times and put them back on his wrist, "Don't talk about these trivial matters, let's talk about Buddhist altars."

The interior of the altar is not peaceful, the evil spirit is struggling with the illusion created by the magic weapon, and the magic weapon trembles, spilling out the aftermath of spiritual power from time to time.Yan Wushu's tea bowl was placed nearby, and the mist floated up slightly, before it could diffuse, it was cleared away by the aftermath.

"What are you thinking of?" Yan Wushu put the second tea bowl back, his tone was lower than before.

"The Divine Mantra of Supreme Mercy." Xiao Man glanced at the three magical artifacts, and replied softly.

Yan Wushu immediately understood Xiao Man's meaning: "You mean it's better to purify than suppress?"

There was a bit of surprise in his eyes. It's not that he hadn't thought about the method of purification before, but in this regard, Taoism has always been inferior to Buddhism.

Purification emphasizes stripping off the filth and restoring its original appearance.What is locked in this altar is a mass of evil things that have been around for thousands of years. The filth has long been rooted deep in the heart. If you want it to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, it is better to let it out and chop it with a sword.

Yan Wushu disagreed with this method.

Xiao Man got up from the couch, turned the corner of his plain white clothes at a low altitude, stared at Yan Wushu seriously:

"The seal was set thousands of years ago, and the existence of this sealing method should be far more than 1000 years. It is extremely difficult to repair the too old technique, even if it is sent to Buddhism, there will be no solution for a while."

"Your illusion lasted for a while, but it couldn't hold it for a lifetime. Time is running out."

"Buddhist altars have been kept by the Zen sect for thousands of years, and Buddhist disciples have been chanting scriptures day and night. 30 days and nights have failed to wash away its filth. I will know the divine curse of supreme mercy. I still need to think of other methods..."

"I will." Xiao Man stretched out his hand, spread out his palms, palms up, and summoned a cluster of real phoenix fire, "The divine curse of supreme mercy plus phoenix fire, there are few evil enemies in the world."

Xiao Man's white clothes are plain, his eyes are clear and black, and the crimson lines on his forehead are the best makeup.

"But I only have the Void Realm, and I need your help."

Yan Wushu looked at Xiao Man, and suddenly sighed with emotion: "If you are in the Taixuan Realm, maybe you can burn it clean with the Phoenix True Fire alone."

"There are no ifs in this world." Xiao Man's tone was cold.

"The Divine Mantra of Supreme Mercy can only be learned in the Buddhist realm of seeing the Buddha. When did you..." Yan Wushu also got up, said with a light smile, raised his finger, changed the position of the altar, and let it hover on the road In the middle of the hall.

Xiao Man flicked his sleeves and walked towards the altar, "I learned it secretly in the Jokhang Temple."

Yan Wushu held his sword and went into battle.

The state of things in the Buddhist altar is at least in the upper realm of Taixuan, but if it does not enter the realm of Taixuan for a while, then it is Taixuan.Yan Wu didn't have the slightest fear in his writing, and he drew hundreds of swords in an instant, weaving a cage with the light of the sword, and tightly trapped the Buddhist altar!

Xiao Man fell cross-legged and sat in the middle of the sword array.With a whistling sound, the phoenix fire leaped out from the palm of the hand and hung below the altar without falling. The swaying fire light and the aura of the other three magic tools formed a surrounding situation on all sides.

Xiao Man read the first word of "The Divine Mantra of Supreme Mercy", and the altar trembled suddenly, it was the evil that was struggling violently, trying to get rid of it.

After reading the second word, Yan Wushu cooperated with the sword, and the sharp sword energy fell wildly, the tremor turned into screams, and the struggle turned into shivering.

The third word, the fourth word, the fifth word...

The first sentence, the second sentence, the third sentence...

Xiao Man's words are composed and his sentences are calm.The Buddha's light came from all directions, and the Buddhist scriptures turned into invisible sharp blades, piercing deeply into the brains of evil spirits.The dark, ferocious, and filthy thing was forced to peel off. It was angry and unwilling, but every time it struggled, a sword fell, with thunderous momentum and coldness.

The phoenix fire is so hot again.The flames are not big, just like a small cluster of several knuckles close together, they are neither slow nor sick, and patiently spit out high-temperature roasting.

The wind was blocked from the sword array and could not blow into the palace.

The lamps in the Taoist hall were extinguished one by one, not daring to compete with the real fire.This room is extremely bright, the Buddha's light is sacred, the fire is bright, and the light of spiritual power is quiet.

Yan Wushu stood beside Xiao Man with a sword in his hand, seeing his plain white robes and his straight back, he suddenly felt that this person was a bit thinner.

too skinny.

Time passed by inch by inch, and after a long time, the sky covered the hills with light, and the breeze was blowing outside the window.

It's raining outside.

Pat, clack, raindrops one after another, soaking the pavement paved with bluestone slabs, soaking the courtyard where all the flowers have faded, and the bamboo chairs on the porch are shaking endlessly.

In the Daoist Hall, the Phoenix True Fire accumulated slowly overnight, and suddenly jumped up, engulfing the entire altar in the flames.

torment.

torment!

An extremely stern scream came from the altar, so sharp that it would pierce the eardrums, followed by a sword falling, completely suppressing it.

next moment.

pat-

The altar, which was burned to the point where only a shelf remained, fell to the ground and was broken into extremely fine pieces. A strand of translucent soul floated out of it, and looked at Xiao Man timidly.

This soul is not like a human race, with horns on its head and a long tail behind it, it is bald and hairless.

"Is that you?" Xiao Man asked it.

The soul made a "grunt" sound, as if it couldn't understand the words.Xiao Man's expression remained unchanged, he stared at it for a while, and took off the beads from his wrist.

This soul consciously and obediently floats into the Buddha beads.

Xiao Man heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked out the window, seeing the bright sky, he couldn't help frowning.

After burning the Phoenix Real Fire all night, he was quite exhausted, but the vacation was over, and Bai Huafeng still had class today, so he had to cheer up.

Just as he was about to get up, he put one hand on his shoulder: "Your realm has improved, and now you are holding on to the upper realm, so don't rush to move, and stabilize the realm before we talk."

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