Chapter 190: The Other Shore Boat Heart Sutra
Chapter 190: The Other Shore Boat Heart Sutra
"A bitter-faced monk?"
The scholar withdrew his finger, and the old woman also hooked her finger, and the wooden doll fell into her palm with a whoosh.
Looking up at the monk in the middle, I heard Grandma Kudie sneer and say:
“I didn’t expect that Tie Lingyun would bring a monk like you out as well?
"With me and the 'Dragon Painting Scholar', if the three of us join forces, wouldn't that be an overreaction?"
Hualong Scholar snorted and said calmly:
“The old lady is old and her mind is not clear.
"As the Grand Master of the Tiexue Hall, how could Tie Lingyun be someone he could easily deal with?
"If you want to kill him, you must be fully prepared!"
"Old?"
The bitter-faced monk looked back at Grandma Kudie, shook his head and said:
“The donor is wrong, Grandma Kudie is not very old.
"I don't think she's more than 30 this year... I just pretended to be old... Dead Leaf Butterflies are the best at disguise."
Grandma Kudie's face suddenly darkened. She stood up straight from her originally hunched back. Her voice also changed from old and hoarse to the tone of a young woman:
"How do you, a monk, know this?"
"Buddha said, don't say it."
The bitter-faced monk's voice became more and more bitter.
Hualong Scholar looked at the two men and shook his head slightly:
"The hiding place mentioned in the letter is below this Ghost God Gorge. If you want to reminisce about the past, I won't stop you, but I plan to go down and take a look first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and fell from halfway down.
Grandma Kudie and Kumian Toutuo looked at each other and jumped down respectively.
As long as they found the right position, the crack in the mountain wall below was not difficult to find. The three people followed the crack in and saw at first glance the place where the strange and poisonous corpse was broken into pieces during the day.
All the weeds in that area had died, and it still looked quite abrupt.
"I heard that the contact left something for us in the room."
As Hualong Scholar was speaking, he took the lead and wanted to be the first to enter the room.
But when he appeared in front of the door of the room, a hissing sound suddenly came from behind him.
He turned around suddenly and saw that the wooden doll was already in front of him.
He immediately flicked his sleeves, and the sleeves filled with strong winds instantly knocked the baby away.
But at this moment, a hand suddenly appeared and reached the chest of the dragon-painting scholar.
Fortunately, the scholar was extremely experienced in fighting, and facing this sudden palm strike, he just took a deep breath.
His chest suddenly collapsed more than half an inch.
When the palm reached its end, it just missed the scholar's chest and abdomen by a hair's breadth.
But before the scholar could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the palm had turned into a claw, and the arm inexplicably grew three inches. It grabbed the scholar's chest and abdomen with one hand, and threw him out with a flick of the hand.
"Little scholar, you are still a little young to fight with your sister."
Grandma Kudie no longer disguised her voice and spoke with a smile.
The bitter-faced monk was speechless for a moment, not understanding what was there to argue about before and after entering the house?
What if you win? What if you lose?
But at this moment, he heard Grandma Kudie say:
"You lost to me in this fight. Once you have infiltrated the Iron Blood Hall, you must obey my orders on all matters.
"Toutuo, what do you think?
"Or do you and I want to fight again?"
The bitter-faced monk suddenly realized that the two of them had been fighting since they met, in order to compete for the right to give orders.
After thinking about it, it seems to make sense.
The three of them acted together, and in order to avoid being scattered and fighting each other, there had to be a leader.
But Kumian Tuo was not interested in these things, so he said softly:
"In that case, I'll trouble you to make the decision on what to do next."
Although Hualong Scholar was unwilling to accept the defeat, he had just been defeated. Now that Kumian Monk had said so, he could only snort to show his agreement.
Grandma Kudie was immediately satisfied, turned around and opened the door:
"I……"
As soon as she said the word 'I', her pupils suddenly contracted.
The room is not big and you can see a table when you open the door.
There was an opened box on the table, and behind the box, there was a person sitting.
Dressed in black and wearing a white mask.
There is a sword on the table... Qingye Sword!
The man in black also had a knife in his hand.
Throwing knives!
The knife is not long, only three and a half inches.
Shaped like a willow leaf and as thin as a cicada's wing.
A little light shone on the flying knife, and the refracted light reflected on the mask on the man's face.
Pupil constriction only lasts for a moment.
The next moment, the man in black suddenly raised his hand.
The flying knife...is gone!
At the moment when the flying knife disappeared, Grandma Kudie just said the word "I". The rest of the words were not stopped voluntarily, but had to be swallowed back.
She felt her body flying backwards.
She also felt a cool sensation coming from her throat.
She also felt herself falling heavily to the ground.
She even saw the scholar with painted dragons and the monk with a bitter face, both looking towards her...
She wanted to speak a warning, but she couldn't utter a word.
Because the missing flying knife was now embedded in her throat.
Blood gushed out of his mouth and his strength dissipated bit by bit.
In her last moments, she saw the man in black holding the sword and walking out of the room. His cold voice spread around:
"I thought I would have to wait here for a few more days, but I didn't expect you to arrive earlier than I expected.
"You are the Painted Dragon Scholar... the Bitter-faced Monk?"
"Yedi!?"
Hualong Scholar looked at the man in front of him, who was dressed in black and wearing a white mask, and his voice was filled with surprise.
The bitter-faced monk stared at the corpse of Grandma Kudie, muttering something as if he was chanting a mantra for rebirth.
Then the scholar Hualong suddenly shouted:
“Stop chanting, Bitter-faced Monk, this person is the Night Emperor, who is said to have an unparalleled swordsmanship and flying knives!
"Come and help me resist the three-pointer, otherwise we will all die..."
Chu Qing's eyes under the mask turned slightly for a moment, and the Qingye Sword was unsheathed.
Just as Hualong Scholar shouted the last word of his words, the sword had already reached his throat.
Life and death are just a matter of moments, and a huge force suddenly pulls towards them.
He just missed snatching it from Chu Qing's sword by a hair's breadth.
When the scholar Hualong came to his senses, he was already beside the bitter-faced monk. He felt a tingling sensation on his neck. He reached out his hand and felt blood on his palm.
Although he was saved by the bitter-faced monk, he was still injured by the sword.
Chu Qing also looked at Kumian Tou Tuo with some surprise:
“Not slow.”
"Donor is faster."
The bitter-faced monk clasped his hands together, but what he said was not against his heart.
He had already taken action as soon as Hualong Scholar uttered the words "Ye Di" but even so, he was still a little slow, causing Hualong Scholar to be injured by Chu Qing's sword.
This man's fast sword is indeed as good as its reputation.
I was thinking, and was about to say something...
I saw that Chu Qing's sword had already reached his heart.
After all, his martial arts skills were high. If it were someone else, Chu Qing's fast sword would not be able to be seen clearly and would not know how he died.
Although Kumian Tou Tuo couldn't see Qing's sword clearly, he was still able to catch the moment when the sword reached his body. He immediately lowered his arms and clamped the sword with his palms.
He performed a move called "Boy Worshipping Guanyin", but he underestimated the power of Chu Qing's sword.
The tip of the sword thrust forward and hit the heart.
But Chu Qing's brows were slightly furrowed under the mask.
The sword pierced his body, but the feeling was very different from normal.
This person's body was like a dead tree or rotten leather. The sword's tip pierced through his body without feeling any reality. More importantly, the sword's tip felt powerless to move forward after only half an inch of penetration.
The resistance is stronger than ever before.
Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the internal energy of Mingyu Sutra circulated, and the sword tip kept pressing down.
The bitter-faced monk clasped his hands together, his palms were like dead wood, and even though the sword was cutting through them, not a single blood color was seen.
He rooted his feet to the ground and simply closed his eyes.
It looks like an ancient tree that has grown here for thousands of years!
Time cannot wear away anything, and nothing can hurt it.
Under the pressure of powerful internal force, the Qingye sword in Chu Qing's hand was slightly bent, and the sound of sword and sword energy echoed in all directions.
But he was simply unable to pierce the monk's heart.
Suddenly, Chu Qing's sword shone brightly. When he raised his eyes, there was a hint of surprise in his tone:
"Kumian Tou Tuo, are you really practicing the [Heart Sutra of the Boat to the Other Shore]?"
"The donor's knowledge is vast, just like the [Heart Sutra of the Boat to the Other Shore]."
The bitter-faced monk put his hands together and said:
"So, you can't kill me."
In fact, [Heart Sutra of the Boat to the Other Shore] is not a secret method at all. It is one of the magical skills of the Buddhist ascetic practice.
Moreover, this method has even spread in the martial arts world...
It is said that if this skill is cultivated to the highest level, one can attain the status of an Arhat, be immune to all things and be invincible.
Even if you die, your body will remain intact for a thousand years.
But even though this method is somewhat popular in the world, few people choose to practice it.
Because it is too difficult and too painful, I simply cannot persist.
This skill focuses on cultivating the "body", and the first priority in practicing it is to "sacrifice the body". Only by daring to give up the skin can you reshape the "body boat".
When one first practices this skill, one has to abuse the body, using fists, kicks, swords, needles and other means one after another, using every possible means.
Even though all kinds of suffering are inflicted on one's body, one's heart must not be shaken in the slightest.
If you have the slightest hesitation or the thought of giving up, all your previous efforts will be wasted.
Only if my body is broken but my mind remains unchanged and I practice according to the secret method, can I enter the second level.
And this second level... is 'questioning one's conscience'.
Kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years, what you are praying for is the Buddha, what you are asking is your heart.
If this heart does not change, Buddha will have mercy on you.
If this heart is not sincere, there will be no connection with Buddha.
At this level, you have to enter the world of mortals, experience the tragedy of the world, go through joys and sorrows, and finally knock on the door of your heart.
If the mind is always single-minded, then one can enter the third level.
It is only at this stage that one truly enters the practice of the [Heart Sutra of the Other Shore].
The secret of this skill lies here.
It must come from the heart, strengthening the five internal organs, tendons, bones, qi and blood, while weakening the skin like a dead tree.
It creates a situation where the exterior is weak but the interior is prosperous.
Without hardship, one cannot cross the sea of suffering; without sincerity, one cannot reach the other shore.
Only by proceeding step by step can you achieve success.
But even at this point, it is by no means a happy ending. One still has to continue to endure, temper oneself with pain, let the body become a "boat", and protect a "true heart" until one crosses this endless sea of suffering and reaches the other shore.
It can be said that if this martial art is truly learned, it can be extremely powerful!
Cross the river in the flesh, fearless of everything.
But if you want to achieve it, it is impossible without great perseverance and determination.
Many people fail at the first level without even having to go through the second level.
Even if someone can survive the first level, the second level is even more dangerous...
This martial art trains the body and tests the mind. The slightest mistake will result in all previous efforts being wasted.
Chu Qing had heard of the name of Kumian Toudao for a long time.
It has also been widely rumored that this person was practicing the [Heart Sutra of the Other Shore Boat].
But not many people believe in this legend.
After all, how could such a person become a killer?
But at this moment, seeing the sword entering his body but barely moving forward an inch, even Chu Qing couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was really practicing the [Heart Sutra of the Other Shore Boat]?
Looking up again, a smile suddenly appeared on Chu Qing's lips:
"Even if it really is the [Heart Sutra of the Other Shore], so what? I want to see if I can kill you!!"
He held the sword in one hand, and with his free left hand, he put his index and middle fingers together and touched the sword.
The sword body instantly emitted a high-pitched sword sound!
The tremendous force, along with a piercing chill, was transmitted from the sword blade to the whole body of the bitter-faced monk.
The bitter-faced monk discovered that a layer of frost had condensed on his hands, without him knowing when.
Under the huge force, he could no longer stay where he was and take root.
His body was involuntarily pushed back by the sword.
Every time they retreated a foot, the ground on both sides would shake violently.
It was the sound of the collision between internal force and sword energy.
Invisible waves continued to spread from around the two, causing the mountain walls to shake and the earth and rocks to tremble.
But the most obvious thing was the hut.
The windows and walls were shattered and the whole house was shaking.
The bitter-faced monk retreated seven feet at a time, and every time he retreated one foot, the tip of the sword would penetrate a little deeper. After retreating seven feet in a row, the bitter-faced monk suddenly let out an angry roar.
He took a step forward and landed heavily on the ground.
A Buddha image vaguely appeared behind him, with angry eyes and a roar!
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right now!!"
The roar was not loud, but it seemed to come from the soul.
It makes people tremble subconsciously and find it difficult to have the thought of resistance.
What's worse, if the opponent is not mentally strong, he will really lay down his butcher knife and give up all resistance.
This is the secret method of Buddhism [enlightenment]!
In addition to fighting on the battlefield, there is another use for it.
That is, teachers can use this secret method to impart martial arts, skills, and experience to disciples, allowing them to gain enlightenment instantly.
However, at this moment, the bitter-faced monk obviously did not intend to make Chu Qing enlightened.
He was planning to give Chu Qing a stab...
But Chu Qingsheng had a heart of pure ice, and the Mingyu Sutra made him immune to all evil.
Not only are the magic methods that deceive people useless to him.
There is no way that the Buddhist martial arts can disturb his thoughts!
But in this way, Chu Qing became more and more convinced:
"What you are practicing... is not the [Heart Sutra of the Other Shore Boat] at all!"
Otherwise, if he was not afraid of the damage to his body, how could he have an epiphany in the critical moment?
You must know that if your heart is not sincere, all your efforts will be wasted.
Anyone who can achieve this feat is a great monk.
The bitter-faced monk is far from being qualified for this!
After he finished speaking, there was no more words. The sword moved forward all the way, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang, bang" was heard one after another.
The bitter-faced monk watched the long sword enter his body, knowing that his life was at stake, and could not help but shout angrily:
"Are you okay? I am about to pass away!"
"OK OK!"
Along with the dragon-painting scholar's voice came a loud dragon roar.
A strong wind swept over, and Chu Qing raised his head slightly, and saw the Painted Dragon Scholar with his upper body naked, flying into the air and rushing towards him.
(End of this chapter)