Chapter 145 Dao Heart
Chapter 145 Dao Heart
Xie Yinglian smiled slightly and was not angry.
This is not pretending to be indifferent, but really not caring.
Because she knew very well that she was not sick.
In this case, the four words that Gu Zhuo said were nothing more than a slander against her, a manifestation of his anger and frustration.
Why take it to heart?
She is a senior and shouldn't be so narrow-minded with the younger generation.
On the contrary, she admired Gu Zhuo even more because of this.
"You are indeed very good."
Xie Yinglian's smile became more and more charming, with a little more expectation in his eyes, and he said softly: "Not everyone has the courage to say such words to me."
Gu Zhuo withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her, and pretended not to hear her.
The best way to deal with people like this is to ignore them.
Xie Yinglian, however, didn't care at all and would not stop until his words shocked the world.
"I like you more and more."
She smiled and said something that sounded like a confession. There was no trace of shame on her dignified and beautiful face. She was inexplicably proud and said, "If I didn't have this kind of confidence, how could I sing loudly on the path of cultivation?"
Gu Zhuo thought that this was not self-confidence, but rather pathological narcissism.
"I have a message and a gift for you."
Xie Yinglian stopped looking at him and gazed at the clear autumn sky. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "The prize for this Dharma Assembly at Cihang Temple is to rebuild the Daoist body."
Having said this, the girl, who exuded a noble air, thought for a moment and felt that Gu Zhuo might not understand the preciousness of this opportunity, so she added another sentence with understanding.
"Rebuilding your Dao body, going against your innate nature, and becoming pure will increase your chances of breaking through the Guiyi realm by at least 30%. This is a rare opportunity, and I hope you can try hard to get it."
She said in a gentle voice: "If you think that the people competing for this opportunity are at a higher level than you, and because of this you lose confidence and are afraid of failure, then I will be very disappointed."
Gu Zhuo suddenly became curious and thought, if he never spoke, then how long would she keep talking to herself?
Xie Yinglian didn't know what he was thinking, and continued, "For people like you and me, if we don't even have the confidence to fight across borders and win, and we spend all day immersed in the so-called invincibility in the same realm, it would be too pathetic."
Gu Zhuo remained silent, amazed.
Having said this, Xie Yinglian finally stopped talking.
However, she did not leave. A servant of the Xie family brought a chair from somewhere and let her sit down safely.
This is not all.
Then, several attendants brought her canvas and other things, and arranged everything very quickly, waiting for her to pick up her brush and put ink into motion.
Gu Zhuo really didn't understand what this was going to do.
Not long after, the monk in charge of reception finally came here with a calm-looking senior brother to meet Gu Zhuo.
In front of the lecture hall is a wide stone platform, whose purpose is to allow the lecturers to demonstrate the realm of Buddhism. It is very appropriate to use it as a stage.
The monk's senior brother obviously knew what Gu Zhuo wanted him to do when he asked him to come over. He had already prepared himself mentally. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.
The two exchanged names as a greeting.
Under the witness of the monk in charge of reception, the battle is about to begin.
Xie Yinglian sat in front of the door of the lecture hall, his eyes fixed on the canvas, his expression focused and his brows calm.
Outside the shiping, there stood several old monks from the temple, with anticipation in their eyes, waiting for the battle to begin.
The monk standing in front of Gu Zhuo was of course selected by them personally, and not a so-called senior brother randomly invited by the monk in charge of reception.
The reason for the expectation is not that Gu Zhuo will be defeated in this battle, but that the temple will become famous all over the world and become one of the first-class sects in Zen Buddhism.
According to those monks who had fought with Gu Zhuo, when they recalled the battle after being defeated, they often gained something and then took a solid step towards the next realm.
Although it is unknown why, in general, for those monks who were challenged, fighting with Gu Zhuo has become an undoubted opportunity.
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At some point, an autumn leaf fell with the wind.
The battle begins at this moment.
The monk standing in front of Gu Zhuo today was named Zhenxing, and the fighting style he displayed in this battle just happened to be in line with this name.
It was a plain handprint that looked nothing special.
However, when the handprint fell, the aura of heaven and earth centered on Gu Zhuo's body suddenly became stagnant and sticky, making him feel unable to move even though there was no obstacle beside him.
Gu Zhuo looked at the handprint quietly, sensing the aura revealed in it, silently searching for traces similar to the Buddha's light.
In dozens of battles since early autumn, he has always adhered to the same fighting method, which is to patiently induce the opponent to display all his means to the fullest.
This is also the fundamental reason why those monks gained something after fighting with him.
Therefore, his response at this moment was very direct.
Don't retreat, don't avoid.
Fight it with your fist.
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Xie Yinglian is arrogant.
Her eyes were always on the canvas, and the figures of the two people on the stone platform did not appear in her eyes, but it seemed as if she saw everything.
Because she was talking to herself in a voice that only she could hear. "This is not a bad way to deal with the Unfixed Seal, but it is still too reckless."
Having said this, she picked up her brush and started painting on the canvas.
With just a few strokes, two clear figures appeared on the canvas, one holding a handprint and the other holding a clenched fist.
In the lower right corner of this portrait, Xie Yinglian wrote a line of words in a vigorous style, briefly summarizing how she would deal with this Wuding Seal.
She picked up her pen as the battle progressed, her wrist never stopped for even a moment, and she never encountered any bottleneck in her creation from beginning to end.
She could give her own solutions to every attack made by the True Monk, whether it was the Zen hand seals that landed on the ground or the methods of purifying evil spirits in the soul.
Of course, one canvas could not fully depict this battle, so the Xie family servant standing nearby kept changing the canvas for Xie Yinglian so that she could concentrate on putting pen to paper.
Even though they were so busy, they still couldn't help being shocked by the extraordinary talent of their eldest daughter. Occasionally, they would casually glance at Gu Zhuo who was still fighting with the True Monk, and they felt that you were really lucky to have the eldest daughter personally record this battle for you.
These paintings have been circulated in the world, and even if the lady's reputation is hidden, they are still worth a fortune.
As he was sighing like this, someone suddenly discovered something was wrong... Why after nearly a hundred moves, the battle between Gu Zhuo and the True Monk still seemed to be evenly matched?
How long will this fight end?
The drawings that this young lady has painted herself have piled up so high!
At this moment, Xie Yinglian suddenly put down his pen.
She put the pen into the pen wash, letting the ink spread, then silently put down her hands and hid them in her sleeves.
The next moment, the two people on the stone platform decided the winner.
Of course the winner is Gu Zhuo.
It was clearly just a one-move difference, but the True Monk was defeated convinced of his defeat.
He had already used all the means at his disposal for this battle, and he fought to his heart's content, and his defeat was also satisfying.
Gu Zhuo was neither sad nor happy about this, because this Buddhist temple still did not have the Buddha's light he was looking for. He still had to repeat this experience hundreds of times until the end.
Despite this, he still chatted with the True Monk for a few words with a smile.
Until Xie Yinglian arrived.
The noble and dignified girl walked slowly towards them. The monks in the temple bowed their heads and retreated without saying a word. Even the servants of the Xie family retreated.
This was clearly going to be a conversation.
"This is my gift to you."
Xie Yinglian's voice was very gentle.
She waved her sleeves lightly, and the stack of drawing papers floated over naturally, hovering beside the two of them.
"These drawings not only show the scenes of your battle, but also the solutions I gave you."
She looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and said patiently, "You still lack some combat experience after all. There were many things you could have done better in the previous battle."
"But I won't blame you. If you keep sparring with these mediocre people, you will inevitably become vulgar."
At this point, Xie Yinglian sighed with a hint of regret: "Her Royal Highness the Princess is ultimately standing too high, and her eyes cannot really fall on you, otherwise you would not have fallen into this state now."
After saying this, she walked out of the temple, as if she was leaving after finishing her business.
However, after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped because she found that Gu Zhuo did not accept her gift.
"Pride is a normal thing. I think every practitioner who aspires to the great way should retain some pride, but should not let this pride turn into stupidity."
Xie Yinglian sighed, with undisguised disappointment, and shook his head, saying: "Not being able to accept the kindness of others is the most tragic kind of stupidity."
This time Gu Zhuo did not remain silent.
"It turns out you're not completely sick."
He paused and asked, "But isn't your method of trying to destroy people's morality a bit cruel?"
Xie Yinglian did not turn around, and said calmly: "If you insist on slandering my kindness to you as malice, then perhaps this is the real cruelty."
Gu Zhuo turned a deaf ear and said, "You seem to still hope that I can't help but attack you."
Xie Yinglian shook his head slightly and said, "You think too much."
Having said this, she slowly turned around, letting the sleeves of her long skirt flutter in the wind.
She looked at Gu Zhuo with a gentle smile on her lips, and said: "You are really not worthy of being in the cave now. Even if you attack me, I will not accept your challenge. It is too boring."
Hidden in every word of your conversation is the fact that you are bringing shame upon yourself.
Judging from the state of mind, this does seem to be the case.
Fighting across borders is not impossible, Gu Zhuo had done it before, but that was only crossing one realm, the realm of truth and the realm of nourishing the spirit.
However, Xie Yinglian has now reached the stage of nourishing the spirit. Even though she still has a long way to go before reaching the state of unity, she is far ahead of Gu Zhuo at the moment.
This is an insurmountable gap.
"It's really boring."
Gu Zhuo said no more, as if he was listening to advice, he turned around and opened the scrolls.
Xie Yinglian continued to move forward.
The two seemed to have parted ways.
The next moment, she suddenly stopped.
Because she heard a sentence.
"So you don't even understand what I want to do...?"
(End of this chapter)