Chapter 333: Divine Mind Sword

Just when Xiao Mian was planning to practice the "Soul Separation Technique" hard at once to increase the number of his spiritual thoughts, there was a wave of fluctuations in the entire claustrophobic space without any warning. After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Mian was overjoyed. He thought this was a sign that the claustrophobic space was about to be opened. Although he made rapid progress in practicing the "Soul Separation and Separation Technique" in the claustrophobic space, he was still in confinement after all. , always uncomfortable.

Xiao Mian had even thought about it. If he went out this time, he would definitely find a quiet place to practice the "Separation of Souls and Souls" to a certain level first, and then talk about other things.

It's just that Xiao Mian waited for a long time and didn't see any movement in the claustrophobic space. Apart from the wave after wave of fluctuations, there was nothing strange about the claustrophobic space.

Are you kidding me?

It is unbearable!

Seeing that the claustrophobic space had no intention of letting him out, but was just washing over him like water waves, Xiao Mian cursed for no reason.

After scolding, Xiao Mian no longer paid attention to the strange fluctuations, crossed his legs and fell into meditation again, and continued to practice the "Soul Separation Technique".

The fluctuations remained the same, and even tended to become stronger and stronger, but in Xiao Mian's opinion, they were not affected at all. It's just that even Xiao Mian himself doesn't know that in the deepest part of his body, in a mysterious space between existence and non-being, a fairy stone like a stone is floating and sinking. Every time he moves, a wave of waves will be transmitted from the fairy stone. , this fluctuation was so subtle that Xiao Mian, who was meditating, didn't notice it.

After this fluctuation was transmitted, it corresponded to the fluctuations in the outside world. The fluctuations in the outside world were grand and vast, but the fluctuations from Xiao Mian's body were small and subtle. Once the two were combined, they resonated with each other and caused a resonance.

At this moment, Xiao Mian was certainly alert, but the young monk far away in the Main Hall of Xiaoxumi Mountain also trembled violently and suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the only one who was alert to this resonance was Master Jianglong in Tianlong Pavilion.

With a flash of his body, Lord Jianglong disappeared from the Tianlong Pavilion and appeared in the Main Hall.

"Little monk, are there any gains from this meditation?"

"Thank you, Lord Jianglong, for setting aside such an important place as the Mahavira Hall for young monk and me to meditate. If I achieve Bodhi in the future, I will remember the feelings of today's incense!" As he spoke, the young monk had already stood up and looked at the main hall. The golden body of Buddha in the middle said to himself: "The young monk left the small temple for ten years, traveled a million miles around Western Shu Prefecture, visited 480 temples, and meditated every time he went to a temple, but he always I felt that something was missing. I finally realized that there is a Tianlong Temple in Nanyue Prefecture after my teacher suggested it!”

"Senior Senior Monk still cares about my Tianlong Temple lineage, which puts Jiang Long to shame!"

"No! No! My master once said: The Tianlong Temple lineage can be called the fourth sect of Buddhism in the world! It should be one of the top ten famous temples in the world!"

When the young monk said this, he was serious. Master Jianglong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled calmly.

Ordinary monks only think that Buddhist monks belong to the same family, but they don't know that Buddhist monks also have different schools. According to different ways of practice, Buddhism in the world is divided into three sects, namely Nirvana Sect, Prajna Sect and Compassion Sect. The Nirvana Sect, also known as the Dou Zhan Sect, specializes in various body-refining secret techniques and is proficient in combat skills; the Prajna Sect, also known as the Ling Sect, is proficient in the study of various Buddhist classics and uses mantras and mudra to conquer demons; the Compassion Sect is also known as the Ling Sect. The name of the sect is Rushu, which does not deliberately practice various methods of subduing demons, but is good at training the Buddha's heart and nature. It can be called the sect closest to the essence of Buddhist monks.

Tianlong Temple can be called the fourth sect of Buddhism, which shows its uniqueness.

"The young monk is not talented. I once thought that among the young Buddhist cultivators in your temple, apart from the four great Vajras, only the red lotus flower can be said to be a material that can be made. But that senior brother Honglian..." Halfway through, the little monk But the monk changed the topic: "I didn't expect that there is a wisdom root holder with Buddha nature hidden in Tianlong Temple. Although the Buddha nature just now is small and subtle, it is full of vitality. What's even more amazing is that it can actually be combined with I have merged the Buddha-nature resonance of Tianlong Temple and Xiaoxumi Mountain. I wonder if the Venerable can recommend it to me?"

"This... is not just an excuse from the old monk. In fact, this person is not a monk from Tianlong Temple, but an ordinary monk who mistakenly entered the claustrophobic world."

"Ordinary monk?" The young monk was stunned when he heard this, and then asked as if he remembered something: "Walked into the claustrophobic world by mistake? Could it be that he is the one who caused a storm in the city?"

"No! Most of the monks in Wanzong City know about the existence of the claustrophobic world and the speed limit, and few are willing to take the initiative to enter the claustrophobic world. The old monk is about to go to the claustrophobic world to see the donor Xiao, young monk, you Do you want to go with me?”

"..., there is a long time to come, so there is no need to rush in! With the help of everyone in your temple, this young monk has a clear understanding of the past and present life, and his wisdom is clear. I am afraid that he will have to bother you in your temple for a while, and your temple will be exhausted. The mountain is closed, the young monk is guilty!" With that said, the young monk bowed deeply to Master Jianglong. After standing up, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Jianglong, I'm afraid the person you just talked about is... I have some roots in Buddhism, if possible, you might as well open some convenient doors for him!”

"Yes! The old monk informed me!"

After saying that, Master Jianglong had disappeared. The young monk looked at the solemn Buddha statue in the Main Hall, clasped his hands together, bowed, and then turned and left.

With the seniority and cultivation of the Venerable Jianglong, he was enough to be the master of the little monk. However, the little monk kept calling him Jianglong, without even using the word "Venerable". It was really weird. What was even weirder was that the little monk called him with confidence, and it was natural that the Venerable Jianglong should be called. If outsiders saw this scene, they would be shocked.

At this time, Xiao Mian was shocked and suddenly woke up.

What was the feeling of resonance with the whole world just now?

Xiao Mian naturally didn't know that because the Buddha nature of the little monk triggered the fluctuations of the entire Xiaoxumi Mountain, and the fluctuations transmitted by the fairy stone resonated with the Buddha nature fluctuations of the little monk, but the fairy stone was in Xiao Mian's body. In this way, Xiao Mian, as an intermediary bridge, felt the resonance and resonance of the two.

Puzzled, Xiao Mian was about to give up the pursuit. At this moment, Xiao Mian suddenly found that the number of his divine thoughts had doubled, reaching an astonishing 26 divine thoughts, but each divine thought had shrunk by nearly half, as if it had been split and reborn.

After thinking about it carefully, Xiao Mian couldn't remember what had happened, but it was undoubtedly related to the strange fluctuations that had just occurred.

Could it be that because of the fluctuations just now, his divine thoughts were split into two?

Just thinking about it, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Xiao Mian's mind.

This light of inspiration was the benefit that the old monk forced on Xiao Mian when the Fu Hu Venerable, together with the scholar and Qing Qiuzi, went to find Xiao Mian that night.

At the beginning, the Fu Hu Venerable had a whim and gave Xiao Mian the Buddha's light, which made him realize the magical power of the Golden Bell Cover. It can be said that it saved Xiao Mian's life several times. Now that he touched the Buddha's light given by the Fu Hu Venerable again, Xiao Mian naturally refused to let it go easily.

After a careful look, Xiao Mian found that it was a small sword shining with golden light.

The small sword seemed unstable, swelling and bulging, as if it would burst at any time. Xiao Mian naturally did not want this Buddha light that symbolized the magical power of Buddhism to burst, but as he was moved, the 26 newly born divine thoughts surged towards the lightsaber.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xiao Mian planned to wait and see.

As those divine thoughts continued to attach to the lightsaber, the shape of the lightsaber became more and more stable. In the end, the lightsaber was completely solidified, the divine light was restrained, and it was motionless.

Just at this moment, a Buddhist chant spread throughout the entire claustrophobic space.

"Amitabha! The young donor is indeed very wise! This is the cultivation method of the 'Prajna Heart Sword' of our Buddhist sect. I didn't expect that the donor Xiao would come up with an idea and actually transformed it into the 'Spiritual Heart Sword'. There are three thousand great ways, and they all lead to the same destination!"

As the sound of the Buddha's name spread, a round of Buddha's light rose from the originally dark and claustrophobic space, and then another round, and another round, a total of thirty-six rounds of Buddha's light illuminated each other, entangled with each other, forming a Buddha's light lotus platform, on which sat an old monk.

This old monk is none other than the Venerable Jianglong!

"Boy Xiao Mian, meet the Venerable Jianglong!" Although Xiao Mian did not know the Venerable Jianglong, every time a Buddhist monk cultivated a magical power, a Buddha's light would be generated. The old monk in front of him had thirty-six Buddha's lights on his body, which meant that he had cultivated thirty-six magical powers. Such an amazing cultivation, apart from the Venerable Fuhu, I think only the Venerable Jianglong could have it. The Dragon-Subduing Venerable nodded and smiled softly, his eyebrows raised and the Buddha's light in his eyes shone through, and then he whispered to himself: "Rare! Rare! What a pity! What a pity!"

"Senior Dragon-Subduing, do you also want me to switch to Tianlong Temple?"

"Why? Did Junior Brother Fuhu say something similar?" After Xiao Mian nodded, the Dragon-Subduing Venerable chanted a Buddhist name and whispered: "He is still obsessed with appearances! The so-called Buddha nature is a kind of talent. There is no difference between being in the Buddhist sect and not being in the Buddhist sect. If the little donor is willing to join our Tianlong Temple, It is a good thing to go to the temple, but if you don't want to, it's okay. You can also achieve Bodhi by practicing at home, but you don't have to enter Buddhism! "

"Tsk tsk tsk! The realm is different! No wonder you are always the senior brother, and the Fu Hu Venerable can only be a junior brother. Different is different!"

"Hehe..., you kid! Come closer, let me take a closer look!"

Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard it, but he still took three steps forward obediently. In front of the Jianglong Venerable, let alone him, Xiao Mian, even his master Leng Ningyu might not have the power to fight back!

It's better to obey than to resist.