Chapter 368 Mischief Has Swift Wings
The eighteenth floor of the dungeon.
After listening to today's Heart Sutra, Xiang Nan put his hands together and knelt down to salute the old monk.
The old monk nodded and said, "There is no need to come back after today. I have already taught you all the scriptures of the Heart Sutra."
Hearing this, Xiang Nan felt sour in his heart. He kowtowed three more times to the old monk. These days, as the old monk cultivated, Xiang Nan's mood was calm and he was always bathed in a peaceful holy light.
Suddenly hearing the old monk's words, Xiang Nan couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
The old monk smiled and said, "Good child, do you know the name of the Heart Sutra I imparted to you?"
Xiang Nan's eyes turned slightly red as he said, "Disciple doesn't know."
Xiang Nan was well aware of the principle that teaching meant being a teacher. Although he was not a Buddhist, the old monk taught him the Heart Sutra without any reservations. Xiang Nan had already treated the old monk as half a master in his heart.
The old monk smiled and nodded, "What I taught you is a kind of Heart Sutra that I created myself. It is called the Great Freedom Sutra."
"Cultivating this scripture can make you feel at ease. Although you are in a sea of suffering, you can still cleanse your body and love yourself. This is the main purpose of my teaching you the Great Freedom Scripture."
"However, there is another benefit to this scripture. It is that no matter what kind of Buddhist profound arts you cultivate in the future, you will be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort. In fact, your cultivation might even be twice as powerful and effective as that of Buddhist disciples."
"Ah … Senior, you … you can see it!" Xiang Nan felt extremely ashamed.
"Yes." The old monk smiled and said, "I saw that you were so obsessed with the Buddhist Heart Sutra. The first day, I knew that you were here for the Buddhist Mysterious Technique."
"However, you have a kind heart and a chivalrous heart. I do not dare to impart this technique to you, but I am willing to impart the Heart Sutra I created to you."
"Good child, farewell today. We will never see each other again. I will abide by my duty and continue to atone for my sins here. Go."
Xiang Nan's face was already full of tears. He kowtowed three times to the old monk, "Senior, you have shown great kindness. Xiang Nan will never forget it."
Facing such an old senior, Xiang Nan couldn't even conceal his name.
At this time, the elders of the Commandment Academy had already brought many disciples to the dungeon and released all the prisoners on the first three floors. When they arrived at this room in Xiang Nan, the elder suddenly became furious, "Where is the empty one?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Nan happened to come back and face-to-face with the headmaster of the commandment.
The elder was furious, "What courage! How dare you run rampant in my Flying Cloud Temple's dungeon! Capture him and take him away!"
Everyone else was released, except Xiang Nan, who was escorted to the ground while running around in the dungeon.
Only after arriving on the ground did Xiang Nan know that something big had happened at Feiyun Temple.
The elder escorted Xiang Nan to the side of many disciples and said to Xiang Nan in a low voice, "Don't leave! After today's matter is over, I still need to find you to be held accountable! If I run away, this poor monk will definitely execute you on the spot."
Xiang Nan had just used the Void Stone, but his mind was still in a state of chaos. He did not talk to the old commandment dean. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and quietly circulated the last part of the Great Freedom Scripture.
"Senior Song, the person you want is here." The two little monks escorted the disciples of the The Profound Sky Sect to Song Mingcheng.
"Xiang Nan, have they been rude to you? Don't worry, with this elder here, I will definitely get an explanation for you!"
Hearing the word "Xiang Nan", Xiang Nan raised his eyelids and looked at the other side.
He happened to see that Song Mingcheng was talking to a man from the The Profound Sky Sect who was pretending to be him.
The corners of Xiang Nan's mouth rose slightly and he shook his head in disdain. He had seen all the elders of the Haoran Sect before. There was no such person as Song Mingcheng. It seemed that he was still a member of the The Profound Sky Sect .
The Black Sect man cupped his fists and said, "Elder, this group of smelly monks are very arrogant. I have already revealed their identities. They actually dare to arrest me! You must make the decision for me!"
"Hahahaha!" Song Mingcheng looked up at the sky and laughed, "What a great temple! How dare you!"
As he spoke, Song Mingcheng raised his right hand, causing the earth to shake. Suddenly, an incomparably huge vortex appeared in the sky, as if it had sucked the entire sky into the vortex. Following that, the vortex turned into a heaven-piercing giant sword!
The gigantic sword was propped against the top of the heavens, and the tip of the sword hung down to about a hundred meters in the air above the Flying Cloud Temple.
With this huge sword, the entire mountain peak where the Flying Cloud Temple was located began to shake, and there were signs of collapse at any moment.
"My Buddha is merciful." The abbot of Feiyun Temple smiled faintly. In an instant, eight Buddha shadows appeared in the sky!
The eight Buddha shadows stood upright in the sky and circled around each other, all of them looking down on their entire lives from above. And those Buddha shadows all clasped their hands together, muttering something in their mouths.
A series of frightening Buddhist voices echoed through the nine heavens. The voice was not ear-piercing, but it was clearly audible.
Such an astonishing scene was not only in the direction of the The Profound Sky Sect , even the young monks of Feiyun Temple were stunned.
As the Buddha's voice echoed, the enormous sword that pierced through the heavens and the earth gradually dissipated, turning into specks of light that filled the sky.
"Good method!" Song Mingchenglang laughed, "I admire the abbot's strength, but isn't your Flying Cloud Temple bullying the small like this?"
"What did you say! Who bullied your Haoran Sect?" Behind them, the elders of the temples were very angry after all, and they all spoke out in a reasonable manner.
The abbot clasped his hands together with a smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, the eight shadows that covered the sky disappeared and said to Song Mingcheng, "Benefactor Song, I'm afraid you didn't come to this temple to be reasonable."
"Please speak clearly."
Song Mingcheng smiled and said, "Abbot indeed has a long-term view. Let me be clear. This time, I am here on behalf of the Haoran Sect to exchange cultivation techniques with your temple!"
"Indeed!" Xiang Nan nodded silently.
Previously, he only thought that since the The Profound Sky Sect had obtained the Buddhist Sect's profound arts in the ancient martial tomb, it would be impossible for them to return to the Flying Cloud Temple.
However, he had recently gotten along with the old monk every day and learned some knowledge about Buddhist profound arts. It turned out that Buddhist profound arts were different from other martial arts techniques.
Other people's cultivation methods and martial skills could be learned with them, but the Buddhist profound arts could not be like this. Instead, they had to proceed in an orderly and gradual manner.
For example, cultivating the Prajna Palm, known as the number one palm technique of Buddhism, required Wei Tuo's palm to be mastered until it reached great success. This was also true of all other Buddhist profound arts.
The owner of the ancient martial tomb was not from the Buddhist sect, but he knew some Buddhist profound arts. However, those profound arts had no foundation.
The reason why the The Profound Sky Sect came this time was to obtain more basic profound arts from the Flying Cloud Temple. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to complete all of their ancient profound arts.
When the abbot heard this, he said, "This poor monk admires the chivalrous way of the Haoran Sect, but each sect has its own style of martial arts."
"Although the Haoran Sect's techniques are profound and admirable, the old monk is not envious. Benefactor Song, please return."
Then Song Mingcheng laughed loudly, "You said please come back? We came all the way here, how could you end it with just a single sentence!"
"Old monk, let me tell you the truth. I'm going to book the martial arts books that your Flying Cloud Temple has collected!"
At this time, Meng Die carried a small basket and walked along the crowd to Xiang Nan's side. She whispered, "Good brother, this place is really lively."
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