Chapter 253 Great Wishes and Prophecies 【Please Subscribe, Ask for a Monthly Ticket】

Gu Donglin was also taken aback, and with a wave of his hand, the book galloped out in the direction indicated by the arrow.

After a while, everyone came to the sky above Huayue Academy, looking at the downward arrow, the old monk Fuyuan looked at Gu Donglin with a strange look.

Gu Donglin's complexion changed a few times before he said: "It seems that this is for the old man and others to play with the darkness under the lamp."

Everyone didn't answer and landed, because they didn't hide. At this time, several academicians of Liangyi had already discovered the situation and ran over.

When they saw the people in the book and their own dean, they saluted together and said, "Dean!"

Gu Donglin said with a dark face, "Who lives here?"

Everyone paused, and one of the academicians replied cautiously: "It should be the residence of the newly recruited musician and dancer, Teacher Guan Zhenzhen."

With a dark face, Gu Donglin continued to ask, "Where is the person?"

The academician paused, and replied: "In the afternoon, the disciples of the Wu family took the lead and asked for leave for something."

Gu Donglin glanced at the academician and said, "I'll deal with you later."

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, he threw the book in his hand directly out.

"Set up a heart for the heaven and earth, a life for the living and the people, a legacy for the saints, and peace for all generations!"

The book was quickly opened, and the recitation sound reappeared.

As the book was opened, a word 'now' appeared in the book.

As the fonts in the book flickered, a formation appeared in front of everyone, and many academicians were taken aback.

Seeing this, Gu Donglin had no intention of entering through the formation.

Pressing with one hand, the book fell quickly, and the area of ​​the formation in the small courtyard was directly smashed out of a big hole by the book.

The quasi-going said that it was directly melted by the book, and a big hole came out, because the surrounding soil didn't roll at all.

Everyone saw the situation below through the big pit.

The yard is huge, and the ablation pit is also huge, so you can see a lot of rooms.

Some rooms are empty, and some rooms have a few dull-looking boys. At this moment, because the skylight is open, they all raise their heads and stare blankly at the sky.

In some places, there are still some disciples who are flustered at the moment.

The most attractive thing is a prison cell like a hall. In the cell, a young monk is fixed on a wooden horse... a Confucianist is tied to a cross in reverse, and a strong man ·····

At this moment, the three of them were all insane, and they were in pain.

Zhang Deming was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to take a sharp breath.

"hiss······"

These demon cultivators really know how to play!

Can't afford it! Can't afford it!

No wonder Moxiu is so dreadful, Zhang Deming felt his back was cold and his chrysanthemum was tight with just this method.

Everyone was also stunned, and only after Zhang Deming gasped, did they come back to their senses.

Gu Donglin's complexion was extremely ugly, and his whole body's breath was rioting. After a long time, he roared: "You bastards, this old man is going to rip your skin off your muscles, burn your bones and train your soul!!!"

The old monk Fuyuan also looked extremely ugly, he jumped down directly, and waved his hand to catch Huineng who was 'riding the wooden horse'.

Huineng, with a crazy expression, suddenly stopped shaking, froze for a moment, regained his composure slightly, and looked at Fuyuan dully.

The moment he saw the old monk Fuyuan, his dull eyes fluctuated slightly.

After returning to his senses for a long time, a look of pain and despair appeared on his rather handsome face. Looking at Fuyuan, he suddenly wailed and said, "Master!!! Disciple... disciple... Wow······"

The voice is mournful, heart-piercing, crying blood and crying.

Fuyuan put his arms around Huineng, and said with the same pain in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, Master is here, it's over, everything will be fine."

Hui Neng heard the words, but the more he cried, the more sad he became, and the more he cried, the more he tore, touching the bottom of his heart.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Fu Yuan dully, and said instinctively:

"Master, I wish that hell will not be empty and my disciple will never become a Buddha!

I wish that the evil way in the world will never end, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

I wish that my sins will remain in the world, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

I am willing to devour demons with my body, to rid people of evil, to suppress ghosts, and to block demon kilns!

I would like to turn into glaring eyes, break all the precepts, change the world, and return to the Qingming! "

Fu Yuan was slightly taken aback, the entire basement suddenly flashed with golden light, and a huge virtuous golden wheel phantom appeared above Huineng's head with a dull expression.

The golden wheel rotated slightly, and a huge Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged in the void, said:

"Huineng of Leiyin Temple made a wish today: May the world be rid of the evil way, the evil way will never cease, and never become a Buddha.

Make a wish for all ages, do thousands of deeds, and wait until the merits and deeds are complete, you will get the Buddha's trace, the merits and virtues will be added to your body, and the pool will appear and attract you, and you will become the Buddha's fruit. "

A few Buddha voices lingered in the sky for a long time, and finally the golden wheel, Buddha voice, Buddha shadow, and Buddha light were all collected and turned into a swastika Buddha seal, which fell between Hui Neng's eyebrows.

Hui Neng's sluggish expression slightly improved a lot, but his handsome face was filled with endless indifference.

"Oh...you...why bother!" Seeing the disciple making such a great wish that would never come true, holding his disciple's blessing, he sighed softly.

His Buddha heart is as firm as a rock, and he throbbed several times today, and he didn't even know how many years of emotion he had forgotten, silently permeated his heart, that emotion was a word of hatred.

Although it is extremely light, it will not dissipate for a long time.

Huineng's brows and Buddha seals rotated, and he said silently: "Master, this disciple is willing, has no complaints or regrets, and wishes this remaining life to quell the evil ways."

"Hey...after you go back to the temple, go to the Vajra Hall and be the Angry-eyed Vajra! The road to the Monk Hall is not suitable for you..." Fu Yuan sighed.

Hui Neng was neither happy nor sad, and said silently: "Thank you, Master, for making this perfect."

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When Fu Yuan jumped down, Gu Donglin also jumped down, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the two strong men who had lost their souls aside, but he didn't kill each other, obviously he hated them very much.

With a wave of his hand, he put one Confucianist, one scholar, and the other two down.

As soon as the two of them softened, Hua Zhengyu, the middle-aged man in Taoist robes, collapsed directly to the ground.

Nan Gongcheng, a young man in Confucian shirts, was hugged by Gu Donglin who took a step forward.

Gu Donglin didn't dislike the other party's current state at all, with a sad face, he said sadly: "Qinglian, Master is sorry for you!"

Nangong Cheng's eyes were not dull at all, but very calm, but his eyes were full of ashes and silence.

Hearing this, his ashen-like eyes turned slightly, looked at Gu Donglin and said, "Teacher, Qinglian begs to die quickly!"

"You..." Gu Donglin's face was stiff, and he didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, looking at the endless darkness in his disciple's eyes, he suddenly said angrily: "You bastard, my teacher won't allow me to say that again in my life."

At this time, the two paused, and suddenly a golden light shone beside them. They turned their heads, and what they saw was Huineng, who was indifferent and expressionless as a sentient being.

"well······"

Gu Donglin paused, and then let out another faint sigh.

Nangong Cheng's eyes were still ashen, without any emotional fluctuations.

Looking at the disciple, seeing the disciple who was supposed to be unrestrained and unrestrained, with high spirits, now looked like this, the hatred in Gu Donglin's heart was surging.

Immediately afterwards, everyone had a meal in unison, and all turned their heads to look at another corner of the room.

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After Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe collapsed to the ground because no one cared about it, an academician above, seeing that no one was caring about him, hesitated for a moment, jumped down, helped him up, and whispered: "Master Hua, you ..."

How are you? He asked a question, but the academician couldn't get it out.

Among the three, Hua Zhengyu's behavior was the most normal and the most distressing, he smiled awkwardly, and said to the academician: "Academician Bai, please help me remove this soul nail. "

Academician Bai paused for a moment, and said, "Master Hua, wait until the dean handles it. I think this soul nail has already been nailed into the depths of the soul, so if you pull it out rashly, it will hurt the soul body and touch the root of the soul." of."

Hua Zhengyu smiled awkwardly again, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little bit of soul damage, it's fine if it hurts a little bit."

Academician Bai was taken aback, looked at Hua Zhengyu's difficult smile, hesitated for a moment, reached out and pulled out the soul nail on his right hand.

Hua Zhengyu's face turned pale, and there was no other reaction, but the faint soul power began to overflow from the wound on his right hand.

Academician Bai's complexion changed, obviously he still underestimated the injury, and wanted to restrain it.

Hua Zhengyu said with a difficult smile again: "Academician Bai, there's no need."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, and with the surge of spiritual power, he took off his hands, feet, and the soul nails on his chest one by one.

The pain that tore his soul only made him look a little pale, without any other expressions.

Watching the other party's movements, Academician Bai's lips twitched, his arms were half-stretched, but he froze there, and finally didn't say a word.

Hua Zhengyu pulled out the soul nail, and the soul overflowed from his whole body. He stood up directly, with his hands spread out, and a huge gossip slowly emerged.

He didn't make any premonition of lies, and didn't think about a single sentence, he just opened his mouth and said: "I use the way of life and death to disappear, my soul flies away, and the true spirit dies to prophesy: ​​my enemy will be a hundred times more painful than me, a thousand times more painful, and bleak!" lifelong."

Academician Bai's complexion suddenly changed, and he said in shock, "Master Hua, think twice..."

But it was obviously too late, the aura of gossip skyrocketed, and slowly rose into the air, getting bigger and bigger.

Hua Zhengyu tilted his head, smiled awkwardly again, looked at the disheveled Nangong Cheng, and said, "Lady Qinglian, the old Taoist will take a step ahead. I hope the old Taoist will keep watching what the old Taoist said today."

Nangong Cheng's ashen eyeballs flickered slightly, and when he turned his head, what he saw was Hua Zhengyu's whole body, disintegrating into aura that filled the sky, pouring into the gossip in the sky.

The gossip flew into the sky, became bigger and weaker, and finally disappeared in the sky.

Nangong Cheng Jiujiu raised his head, looked at the sky, and whispered, "Go all the way!"

Standing by the pit, Zhang Deming lowered his head to take a panoramic view of everything, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

At this moment, he fully felt the cruelty of this world. Even the Liangyi overhaul, everyone ended up like this, let alone a Tai Chi monk like him.

Cultivation is the root of everything!

While sighing, Zhang Deming's expression moved slightly as Monk Huineng's wish was fulfilled. In the warehouse, golden light surged, and he suddenly had three more golden merit light balls.

Looking at the ball of light, Zhang Deming was a little silent. This was the first time he had gained merit for no reason, but he didn't feel any joy.

If possible, he doesn't want this merit, maybe he is hypocritical! When he is hypocritical!

Anyway, he always knew that he was a weird person.

After a long time, Zhang Deming came back to his senses.

Down below, Huineng was already wrapped in a monk's robe, and stood up indifferently, without any emotion.

As for Nangong Cheng, after watching Hua Zhengyu disappear, he asked Gu Donglin to take the soul nail for him, and slowly stood up.

Rejecting Gu Donglin's help, he took off his Confucian shirt and wrapped it around his waist.

Then he said flatly: "Teacher, this disciple has gone down to freshen up."

Gu Donglin stared at Nangong Cheng with a frown, but didn't speak.

Nangong Cheng said flatly: "Don't worry, as long as the teacher refuses, the disciple will never ask for death in this life."

Gu Donglin's expression moved when he heard the words, but he was still a little worried. He turned his head to look at Academician Bai, and said, "Take Qinglian down, and wash up well."

"Understood the dean." Academician Bai replied.

After he finished speaking, Nangong Cheng, who received the answer, immediately floated up, left the Tiankeng, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Gu Donglin watched Nangong Cheng's disappearing figure for a long time before returning to his senses. He floated up, looked at Zhang Deming and said, "I've neglected my little brother."

Zhang Deming replied: "Senior said something like this, but it is a bit frustrating to the younger generation."

Gu Donglin paused, and said: "It's the old man's fault. The old man is a little bit uneasy today, so he will take a step ahead. The matter of the little brother will definitely give a satisfactory result tomorrow."

Zhang Deming nodded when he heard the words, and said: "This junior understands, I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if I'm a day or two late."

Hearing this, Gu Donglin explained to several academicians, and walked in the direction where Nangong Cheng left, still feeling a little worried.

The old monk Fuyuan also jumped up from the bottom of the pit with the indifferent Huineng on his face.

Everyone bowed in unison, Fuyuan and Huineng responded slightly, looked at Zhang Deming and said: "Little benefactor, I have something to do today, so I will excuse you first."

Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Well, Master Fuyuan, you can take care of the rest first, don't worry about me, this junior can just wander around the academy casually today."

Immediately after the two saluted, Fuyuan turned around and left with the priest who had never had a sense of presence, and Huineng.

After several people left, the academicians present took action, and the disciples outside were let in one by one, and began to deal with the matters in the underground palace below.

Some Demon Sect disciples, who should be dealt with, and some boys who still have hope, who should be rescued, went from busy to orderly in a short time.

At this time, an academician stepped forward and said to Zhang Deming: "Friends of Taoism, please, I will take you to the guest room to get your way first, and then you can wander freely in the academy."

Zhang Deming nodded, and followed up.

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Looking at the structure of Huayue Academy, it should have been similar to the ancient academy in the previous life.

But because of the influence from outside the region, Huayue City seems to have some contacts with outside the region, and the academy is at the forefront of the times.

So here, we can already see a little bit of new wind direction, which is somewhat similar to the formation department of Tianlingmen.

But the formation department is like a campus, and this is a campus.

Hmm...the monk's campus!

Among the elegant schools of various arts, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the representatives. The way of painting is high-minded. And this way of calligraphy often pays attention to purity.

Shu is a great way, and there are many schools, but to be successful, purity is the key, because many schools of calligraphy are based on this word of purity.

Whether it's bohemian, unrestrained, unrestrained, or independent, as long as you keep the purity in your heart, you will have the hope of aspiring to the avenue, otherwise it will be difficult.

The kind of writing is pregnant, the writing is bold, and the writing is hidden in the heart. As long as you maintain that purity, you can achieve some achievements in calligraphy with less talent.

Therefore, Zhang Deming walked all the way, and in this Huayue Academy, he felt the sincerity and the rare innocence that is rare in this world.

Such a place is really rare in this world.

Of course, these disciples who have achieved success in cultivation are not stupid Baijun, and it is impossible for them to be picked up by Huayue Academy and practice here.

The reason for this is that they are here and are willing to get along in this way.

Zhang Deming was led through many places and came to the guest room.

As one of the three major forces in Huayue City, Huayue Academy occupies a large area, and the room treatment is also very good.

Zhang Deming was arranged in a high-class room. The academician chatted with Zhang Deming for a while before leaving a few disciples to leave. At this moment, it was almost dark.

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In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Deming had nothing else to do. After browsing the room roughly, he turned and walked towards the academy. Following behind him were a few disciples, and began to browse the ancient version of the campus.

Because of Zhang Deming's special status, he was a distinguished guest brought back by the dean himself, so the journey was unimpeded.

After wandering around half of the academy, Zhang Deming came to a pond. In the pond was a pool of lotus leaves, which looked quite elegant.

A ten-year-old doll is sitting by the pond at the moment, hugging her legs, her pink and cute little face is almost wrinkled at the moment.

The little doll sat with her curly legs in her left hand, and kept picking up stones with her right hand, throwing them into the pond one after another, with a displeased face.

Zhang Deming looked at the other party and was slightly taken aback, mainly because he was too cute.

Among the children he saw, only Qian Xiaogong could compare with him.

"Hey, my little ancestor, why did you come here again? Didn't you tell you to be more careful and honest today?" A disciple hurried over, saw the little baby, and hurried forward and said.

The child frowned slightly and said, "I've said it countless times, I'm not a child anymore, I know what I'm doing. Stop following me, or I..."

"Hush... Keep your voice down!" The disciple immediately turned his head to look at the corner of the pond, and then continued: "Little ancestor, let's hurry up, today is not the time for you to lose your temper."

After saying that, he actually carried the cute little baby on his shoulder and left in a hurry.