pappabearbooks Chapter 204 Lingyun Sutra
Chapter 204 Lingyun Sutra
The Sutra of Lingyun: This is a remnant of the Dharma Sutra that originated from Duer.
Note: This sutra is only effective for yin and evil things.
Qin He's eyes lit up, this is a good thing.
The Lingyun Temple's Zhenguan Jing is called "Lingyun Zhenxie Jing", I don't know if it is completely the same as this "Lingyun Jing" or if it is different.
Study decisively, and immediately engrave the entire Lingyun Sutra into Qin He's mind, even if the world is old and the sea is dry, the rocks will not be forgotten.
The scriptures are very awkward and obscure.
What's more difficult, its pronunciation must not be read literally, but a completely different syllable.
Its essence is to use the sound to mobilize the gods and spirits, gather the righteousness of the world, and suppress all evils.
When reciting, every syllable must not be wrong. Many people spend their entire lives, let alone the entire scripture, and even the first paragraph of the scripture cannot be spoken smoothly.
But Qin He is a skill, which is different. Learning is not only knowing, but also proficient.
Now Qin He can recite it backwards.
Hey, it's so amazing.
We don't understand why.
Then came the second reward, corpse mane (read zong).
A very small roll is like sewing thread for washing clothes, but it is extremely thin, and a small roll is enough to weave a super large net.
Needless to say the strength, even a corpse cage comparable to gold and iron can be shredded, and the Huifa sword can hold it.
It is a good material for formation, and it will definitely be used in the future.
After watching it carefully for a while, Qin He clamped it into the underarm space, yawned with his head open, and fell asleep drowsily, and the Variety God Clothes turned into a thick cotton padded coat.
Da Wang Ba had already realized the strangeness, gently shoveled off the ashes, stretched his neck and took a half-bitten ginseng from the beam, and began to eat happily.
"Om~"
At this moment, a ray of light suddenly lit up the sky, followed by a muffled thunder.
Not loud, obviously far away.
Dawang Ba looked up at the sky, and a strange flash of mung bean's eyes flashed, shook it, lowered it again, and continued to eat.
At night, the huge capital was quiet.
After many days of snowing, it started to fall again.
An unknown Taoist temple somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing.
The Taoist priest looked downcast. What happened tonight made him feel that he was incomplete.
But where exactly is the sense of lack, he can't say for a while.
He didn't lose any flesh on his body, the only thing that was more painful was the Immortal Binding Cable, but no matter how precious it was, it was something outside of the body.
This feeling made him feel depressed.
After pondering for a long time, the Taoist realized.
It was because I was crushed and controlled.
That guy with a hippie smile is unfathomable, and with just a few gestures, he blows the vigor in his heart to pieces.
"Under the Great Immortal Seat, Anonymous?"
A dark light flashed in the Taoist's eyes, he pressed his knuckles, and said slowly: "I want to see who you are."
After saying that, the Taoist began to count with his fingers.
Do the math.
Um? Dead people?
Forget it!
Secret cover up?
Again!
Or is it a cover-up?
Surprise flashed across the Taoist priest's face, and he pondered for a moment. His mana swelled up, stirring up a whirlwind on the ground, and his clothes made a rustling sound.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law, I count!!"
"I count!"
"I'll count!"
"I'll count again!!"
The Taoist twiddled his fingers and counted faster and faster, and sparks shot out from his fingers.
Sudden!
The Taoist stopped abruptly, his face horrified.
Looking up at the sky, a thunder light rapidly enlarged in his eyes.
"not good!"
"Boom~~"
The next moment, half of the Taoist temple was flooded by lightning.
The berserk breath almost tore everything apart.
A ray of lightning jumped into the Taoist crotch, and no one knew, let alone discovered, that ray of lightning entered the golden egg in an instant, and a small crack slowly appeared in the shell of the golden egg.
...
The snow has not yet melted, and new snow is added.
Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, the vast northern land is completely white.
In the early morning, a fast horse galloped in from the east gate, and the horseshoe stepped out of sparks in the snow-free city gate.
Seeing this, pedestrians ran away one after another.
Not long after, a surprising piece of news spread rapidly among the public.
The disaster victims in Ludi raised the white lotus banner, killed officials and rebelled, conquered three counties and captured Laizhou capital.
Deputy General Kong Wude of Dengzhou failed to suppress and retreated to Dengzhou. The Bailian army was so powerful that it became a prairie fire and was dividing troops to attack Qingzhou and Dengzhou.
Gu Liangyou, the governor of Shandong, was powerless to suppress and urgently asked for help.
On this day, the capital shook.
Just after Di Lu was sent away, the Bailian monster started to make trouble again.
The emperor, who has been in poor health since the disappearance of Mrs. Fengsheng, urgently summoned all the cabinet ministers to discuss matters, issued successive orders, and left the city on horseback from all directions.
Messenger sent orders to the four directions.
Plainclothes flying fish spy on the enemy.
The white-faced and needless eunuchs followed closely behind, supervising food and military supplies.
Dali, this rusty and crumbling state machine, had not yet breathed under the shadow of Di Lu's horseshoes, and began to puff out black smoke and rumble again.
But... none of this has anything to do with the people of the capital, at least for the time being.
Open the door for seven things every day, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, work, and swearing at the streets.
Compared with the refugees in Lu who have no food and clothing and can only put their eggs in one basket, the refugees in the capital are happy. The porridge shed continues to give porridge every day. Although the rice is getting less and more, the bran is getting more and more, but at least they can still eat for now. , so as not to starve to death.
They also wore some clothes. The refugees who couldn't stand it a while ago died in batches, and their clothes were all stripped. Although they were torn, torn and smelly, they could at least cover their bodies.
The big guy finds an uninhabited house and makes another nest, and lives every day.
Everywhere in the capital is still lively, and the newly fallen snowflakes are quickly trampled into mud.
There is a lot of traffic, calling for buying and selling.
In the middle of the crowd, a young man wearing a flying fish guard looked a little eye-catching.
Pedestrians and peddlers saw him and gave way one after another.
But the young man's face did not show off his power, he hesitated, as if he was making an important decision.
With three turns and two turns, the flying fish youth came to the entrance of Changling Alley.
There was a stall set up there, covered with a bright new yellow cloth, with four large characters written on it: special treatment for hysteria.
Sitting behind the stall was an alchemist, with black cloth around his eyes and dressed in sackcloth.
The young Feiyu's expression turned from hesitation to doubt, and he walked slowly to the front of the booth.
The old blind man listened intently, his eyes seemed to be unable to see.
"Master, aren't you lucky?" the young Flying Fish asked doubtfully.
The old blind man said in a desolate tone, "Forget it, if the guest officer wants to tell a fortune, please go elsewhere."
"Actually, I'm not here to tell fortunes."
The flying fish youth gritted his teeth, summoned up his courage and said, "I think so, I seem to be different from others."