Sacrifice

After 30 years of hard work, I returned to before liberation.

Although a little sad, Boye still honestly re-transcribed the Buddhist scrolls.

Even if he gets in front of Bohua, even if Bohua reprimands Xiangruo, he himself will leave an impression on Bohua that he is unstable and impatient. If he becomes a monk, he must read Buddhist scriptures thoroughly. He would say that Xiangruo cared about his uncle, and for the sake of his uncle, he would send out such a simple sect task, and Puye would get a comment that didn't understand good people.

The new year is approaching, and after this year, no matter whether it is real or not, Boye is already ten years old. Since he was picked up by Zen Master Faru at the age of four, six years have passed without knowing it.

It stands to reason that as the number one Buddhist cultivator in the world of cultivators, the New Year in the ordinary world has nothing to do with Wuyin Temple, but unfortunately, many dynasties that enshrine Wuyin Temple don't think so, let's not talk about those small countries. In a larger country, the emperors of these five countries will send princes or important ministers to respectfully invite the eminent monks of the Wuyin Temple to return to the court, preach the Buddhist scriptures, and open the altar to pray for blessings.

Big countries have the dignity to directly invite monks from Wuyin Temple, and those small countries can only invite monks from other small temples attached to Wuyin Temple. Wuyin Temple attaches great importance to the annual New Year blessing activities in the ordinary world, because every Activities are great opportunities to promote Buddhism. You can take this opportunity to increase believers, promote Buddhist scriptures, and strengthen your beliefs.For activities in small countries, outstanding disciples from Arhat Hall can be sent to preach, while in more important countries, disciples from Prajna Hall or even Zen masters from Bodhi Academy must be dispatched.

Most of the Zen masters in Bodhiyuan study the Dharma intensively. Even if their cultivation base is only foundation building or even Qi training, Bohua needs to respectfully invite them when they face them. Most of these Zen masters are not good at fighting and practicing. Many disciples went out to help, so the New Year approached, and the number of monks in Wuyin Temple became smaller and busier.

Although Puye is of high seniority, but he has just reached the novice state, and even copied a little bit of Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, so Xiangruo didn't even consider asking Boye to go out to pray for blessings on behalf of Wuyin Temple.

It's not that he looks down on his little uncle, but... Can the little uncle really understand the steps in the blessing ceremony?Facing that group of princes and princes who are so thoughtful, will the little uncle really not be deceived?Opening the altar and praying for blessings needs to be carried out under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, won't my uncle be intimidated?The most important thing is that the little master has copied the scriptures for so long, but he hasn't even finished copying the first commandment scriptures, the prayer scriptures... probably he doesn't know ==

To sum up, Xiangruo thinks it's better to let the little uncle stay in the Wisdom Hall and copy books =v=

In fact, in terms of similarity, this little uncle is a very good boy.

Good talent, high comprehension, well-behaved and sensible, don't rely on seniority to act indiscriminately or play temper, just ask if you don't understand, and will correct if you are quarreled. When they came in, they all frowned, but after more than half a year of observation, everyone found that this little master uncle was not that arrogant and tricky. We income gate wall?

In this way, the attitude of the disciples of Prajna Hall towards Bodhisattva has changed a lot.

However, although many disciples now have a close heart, it is only because of the initial observation that everyone is unable to talk to this extremely senior junior master uncle, so they can only go to the ear room every day intentionally or unintentionally. Turning around, I saw the little master uncle sitting on the soft couch with a sullen face, copying the book stroke by stroke.

Tsk tsk, very cute =v=

Xiangruo couldn't help smiling when he heard about it.

He observed it coldly for a while, and it happened that the New Year was busy, so he brought Bodhisattva with him, and he didn't shy away from assigning tasks, thinking that children would be interested in it, and if he asked out of curiosity when he heard the disciple's report, he just happened to Let's make a conversation and let the little uncle and many disciples get acquainted with each other.

Who knows that Puye is not a curious person by nature, otherwise he would not enter the small building in the Yunming Palace, and then exit after saluting, not to mention that because his merit points were deducted again, he would copy books and copy them into demons——Teng Xiao Hong heard about Yunbao Pavilion from nowhere, and kept pestering him to go in and pick things out.

During the half a year that Bo Ye buried herself in copying books, Teng Xiaohong seemed to have taken medicine, and her cultivation base tripled, and she was in the late stage of foundation establishment ==

Bo Ye's heart was almost broken when he heard this. He has been in the novice state for almost a year, but now he competes with copying books every day, and has no time to practice at all.

Although he was melancholy, but Teng Xiaohong advanced, Boye was also very happy in his heart. Teng Xiaohong is his relatives, and his relatives have become stronger. He went to Yunbao Pavilion.

Teng Xiaohong was planted in the flowerpot in the early spring, Bo Ye counted the days, from now to the early spring, he should be able to catch up with copying books, so even if Xiangruo asked him to copy in the main hall of Prajna Hall, he would concentrate on it One stroke at a time, the eyes were focused while raising the hand to write, the handwriting was dignified and solemn, with a simple atmosphere, as for the report of the disciple next to him and the eyes that fell on him...

--ah?what did they sayDidn't hear it [dazed face]

It has been like this for several days in a row, Xiangruo completely admires this little uncle.

Although the disciple didn't yell loudly when he reported, but many interesting things and some common knowledge at the foot of the mountain are also very interesting. Who would have thought that this little master uncle is so good-natured that he can sit beside him and copy the scriptures with a calm demeanor.

He has read these scriptures, every word is pearly, the strokes are round, and the ink is full. From the first page to the last page, the charm of the handwriting has not changed. It can be seen that his heart has always been clear and peaceful, and the spiritual power attached to the handwriting is even stronger. It is the scorching sun, and when your fingers brush over the handwriting, you can even feel a little warmth in your heart. When you read it softly, your thinking becomes clearer and brighter.

Bo Ye was like this every day, consistently, gradually the disciples who came to report would involuntarily lower their voices, and look at him with curiosity, but also a little more admiration.

Xiangruo can only sigh with emotion, Master Fajing is really a god, to be able to teach such outstanding disciples, who said that the master is not good at teaching disciples?Isn't Master Bodhisattva very good?

Xiangruo thought about it for three seconds and then let it go. Since the young master copied it so carefully, he was too embarrassed to practice it. He secretly ordered the disciple who recorded the merit points to deliberately add some merit points to each volume of scriptures. To be honest, the scriptures copied by the little martial uncle are more effective in concentrating the mind, and it is not considered favoritism.

At the same time, he allocated a few disciples to help Puye copy the books. During the New Year prayers, a large number of scriptures must be distributed. It is not enough for Puye to copy the books alone.

So when Bo Ye realized this, he already knew many disciples of the Hui family.

He is very grateful for this. Although this nephew is a bit dark-bellied, he has helped him a lot. At least now that a certain scripture is mentioned, he can immediately tell which bookshelf it is on and what is written in it. .

When a monk hits the clock one day, Bo Ye feels that he has to be a little professional, so he can be worthy of the monthly quota, isn't he~

Soon, the busy New Year came to an end, and Bo Ye copied the scriptures more and more smoothly. Basically, he could keep five volumes of scriptures a day, except for morning and evening classes, and still have some free time.

After reading the Buddhist scriptures for more than half a year, and then looking at the manuscripts behind the Hetu scroll, he felt a little more about the interpretations of the sages. One day, he suddenly had something in his heart, picked up the Duwukong Mountain that had been left for a long time, and simply put it in the Prajna In the corridor behind the hall, the arhat stick method was played.

Sweeping thousands of troops, Wei Tuo presents the pestle and travels everywhere... The stick technique that was already familiar to him was used again, and Bo Ye had some new feelings. He swung more and more vigorously, as if something was about to break the ground. rushed out.

At this moment, there was a sudden wind from behind, and Bo Ye's figure suddenly turned around, moving like a rabbit, but also like flowing clouds and flowing water, comfortable and soft, Teng Xiaohong looked at Bo Ye excitedly, flipped her white and tender little hand, and the black long sword stood out Appearing and disappearing abruptly, Boye's eyes flashed with interest, and he rushed forward.

The two were fighting in the back corridor of the Prajna Hall, which had already alarmed the disciples of the same courtyard. Several disciples of the Prajna Hall walked around to the back and watched from a distance.

When the vine little red man's sword merged into one, and his long red hair turned into a sharp sword mixed with the long sword in his hand, and stabbed at Boye like a thunderbolt, several disciples all exclaimed, but Boye was smiling, The body suddenly soared into the sky, and countless golden Buddha lights flashed behind him, transforming into a transparent glazed Buddha statue. The Zen stick in his hand was wrapped in a strong wind, and he faced Teng Xiaohong's long sword straight, and bumped into it with a bang.

The dust was flying, the surrounding wind was strong, and the pine needles lingered around like a waterfall, disturbing everyone's sight. After a few minutes, there was an interval of sand and stones, and everyone realized that Teng Xiaohong had already rushed to Boye, her eyes were fixed on Boye. Ye, while Boye sat cross-legged, the spiritual power in his body was constantly surging and accumulating, as if it was about to erupt at any time.

One of the disciples said in surprise, "Ah, my uncle is going to make a breakthrough!!"

Another disciple immediately said, "I'll report to Uncle Xiangruo right away, you should protect the Dharma for Uncle Master here first!"

The other disciples nodded and stood around the bodhisattva in twos and threes.

"Speaking of which, who is that boy in red?" The remaining disciple looked at Teng Xiaohong and asked curiously.

The disciple who was asked calmly said, "You didn't pass through the back corner door of Prajna Hall, did you?"

The disciple shrugged, "The back corner door leads to the abbot's courtyard, where should I go if I have nothing to do?"

The disciple who was asked laughed, "Once I was lazy to go to Yaowangyuan through the back corner door, but as soon as I walked to the back porch, I found that the entire back porch was covered with red vines, and the back corner door was even more tangled. Full of tentacles."

The disciple was dumbfounded, "Where did the monster come from?!"

The disciple nodded his chin at Teng Xiaohong, "That's him, I heard from Uncle Xiangruo that the red vine is the uncle's spiritual pet."

The disciple was speechless, "Since it is a spiritual pet, why don't you embroider a pattern on the corner of your clothes to show that it would be bad if you accidentally bumped into it?"

"Hey, Junior Brother, you don't know, I heard that this vine is a rare blood-sucking vine, and it needs to suck blood to advance!"

"What?! Why did Master Uncle accept such a strange monster as his spiritual pet?"

"You don't understand this. If the master uncle accepts it, it won't endanger the world."

"...So that's the case, what does that have to do with the clothing pattern?"

"This red-clothed boy needs to suck blood, he said, whoever wants to pass there, pay the blood for travel expenses..."

"...=mouth=!!"

"The boy also said that his uncle didn't know about this move, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his uncle, so he didn't mark his identity on his clothes, but he must do this to advance, so it depends on who is unlucky to take a shortcut, then Whoever contributes some blood essence, anyway, he doesn’t need much at a time, and he can recover after a month of cultivation, so even if some disciples are stopped at the beginning, they will bear it.”

"Then, let this boy mess around?!"

"Later, a disciple told Master Uncle Xiangruo about this matter, and then every time that disciple went to Yaowangyuan to get the elixir, it was fine when he came out, and the elixir would definitely wither and turn into dregs when he went back."

"What, what?!"

"It's too easy for this boy to get the Tao for the spirit vine. However, the senior brothers of Yaowangyuan found another way. They used their own blood to ask the boy to help take care of the medicine field. It is said that the output has doubled!"

"...It's really, incredible!!"

The disciple shrugged, "This is because my uncle didn't know about it. After all, my uncle has been copying books these days, so I can't blame my uncle."

"The abbot just let this boy act like this?"

"Could it be that the boy was killed? Or kicked out?"

This disciple is dumbfounded, he must be heartbroken after beating and killing his master uncle, so he should be kicked out?Doesn't that fulfill the boy's intention?Sucking essence and blood is an unrighteous way, at least there are people watching in Wuyin Temple, if you go out of the temple and smoke at will, it will definitely lead to disaster.

"But essence and blood are so precious, if things go on like this, it will affect your cultivation."

"Yeah, who would have known that the boy got a thing called the Blood Spirit Milk Star from somewhere, and the spiritual liquid produced by the Blood Spirit Milk Star can not only restore essence and blood, but also cleanse spiritual power. In this way, The people who exchanged it are flocking to it, and the abbot and the uncles don't say anything anymore."

After hearing this, the disciple was silent for a long time, and then said weakly, "Then...brother, how do you change the essence and blood? Is it expensive?"

The disciple looked around and found that the other senior brothers were far away, so he said in a low voice, "A drop of blood essence can help that boy take care of the elixir for a period, and it can be exchanged for a small bottle Blood Spirit Milk Star."

"It's not very expensive. I have a Changming grass in my hand that has never died. Next time, I will trouble my brother to recommend it."

"You are polite, you and my senior brother, of course it is easy to say."

Teng Xiaohong still didn't know that he had another customer in his business. He was staring at his little master for a while, and found that although the little master's body breath was unstable, his spiritual power was running quite stable. It seemed that it would not be long. , the little master can advance to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Oh, no, in the words of the monks, it is the middle stage of the novice state.

He thought of what the old pine tree said, and felt a little depressed. The old pine tree said that his strength had grown too fast, but the little master had been practicing steadily, and it was estimated that he would not be able to surpass him. Then he would not be able to sign a contract with the master in the future up.

What should the master do if he signs other spiritual pets in the future?

Thinking of the octagonal blood spirit milk star, Teng Xiaohong's eyes flashed a trace of hostility, if it wasn't for Bo Ye not paying much attention to the blood spirit milk star, Teng Xiaohong would have crushed the starfish into scum immediately.

He drooped his head and thought for a while, then came back to his senses, and found that his little master had successfully broken through and started to stabilize his realm, so he let out a sigh of relief, stood up, turned his head, and saw Xiangruo standing aside.

Teng Xiaohong frowned slightly and remained silent.

When Xiangruo saw Teng Xiaohong, his face was expressionless, but he felt a little thought in his heart. As far as he knew, this spirit vine seemed to be no longer the pet of the little uncle. The little martial uncle has been patient for a while, but if this boy grows up in the future and his affection fades away, he will use the name of the little martial uncle to do things wrong, wouldn't he be a burden to the little martial uncle?

Moreover, the little uncle has a simple temperament, if he is deceived by this boy, what should he do?

Why doesn't master care about this boy?Otherwise... separate the boy from the uncle first?

Thoughts were spinning in Xiangruo's mind, but his expression remained calm. When Boye finished training, he immediately stepped forward with a smile.

"Congratulations, uncle."

Pu Ye tried hard to suppress the complacency at the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile, "Thank you, nephew~"

Xiangruo laughed, the uncle was indeed still a child.

"Since the uncle has successfully advanced, let's go to stabilize the realm in the next few days, and the sect mission can be let go first."

Pu Ye nodded, he had copied the books and learned his thoughts, and he would not be delayed after a few days of rest.

Unexpectedly, Xiangruo's voice changed, "Although the competition between the uncle and the boy did not affect other disciples, but from now on, the uncle's cultivation base will gradually grow, and his spiritual power will surge. !"

Bo Ye coughed, and he said awkwardly, "This...was just a whim."

"Xiangruo knows that the uncle didn't do it on purpose, it's just that the boy is the uncle's spiritual pet. You need to know some temple rules, and the boy is quite lonely. Many senior monks in our temple have spiritual pets, and these spiritual pets are usually there. Playing in the spiritual training garden, if the boy is bored, you can also take a walk in the spiritual training garden, if the master and uncle want to compete, the spiritual training garden also has a martial arts field."

——The implication is that if you want to fight there, the martial arts field is still well built, and innocent people will never be involved.

Bo Ye snorted, "I will pay attention next time."

Teng Xiaohong stood beside Puye, her head drooped, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in her lowered eyes.

But the strange thing is that even Xiangruo didn't notice the killing intent.

After waiting for Xiangru to leave, Teng Xiaohong pulled Puye's sleeve and looked at Puye pitifully, "Master, Xiaohong don't leave you!!"

"That's natural." Pu Ye laughed, he rubbed Teng Xiaohong's limp head, "Why would I let you go to the spiritual garden?"

Teng Xiaohong is his relative, not a spiritual pet, so why go to a spiritual garden? !

Teng Xiaohong's eyes lit up, the red eyes were as magnificent as rubies, and the surging joy and affection made these beautiful eyes even more confusing.

It's a pity that Boye is already used to it, and he will not move in the face of such beauty.

"But what Xiangruo said is right, if you feel bored, you can go to the spiritual garden to have fun."

"I'm not going!!"

"Okay, okay, Xiaohong can go if she wants to, and don't go if she doesn't want to."

Bo Ye looked at the angry Teng Xiaohong, and knowing that he was still angry, he comforted him, "Speaking of which, I checked the merit points a few days ago, and it seems that I can go to Yunbao Pavilion to exchange things. It's your birthday, do you want to go see it?"

"Go! Go! Go!!"

Teng Xiaohong was overjoyed, the old pine tree told him several treasures in the Yunbao Pavilion, if he could get them, he would advance faster.

It stands to reason that cultivation should be done step by step and accumulated slowly before advanced, but according to the old pine tree, he seems to be reincarnated and recultivated, otherwise a few broken images would occasionally float in his mind. Accumulate energy.

As for the state, when he enters the golden core stage, his memory will gradually recover, and then his state of mind will come back naturally.

Waiting for him to advance to Jindan... similar to something, ha ha!

Pu Ye didn't know Teng Xiaohong's abacus at all, he consolidated it for three days, and then took Teng Xiaohong to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The old monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion checked the merit points of Boye, and said dryly, "You can enter the Yunbao Pavilion, but you can only enter it alone, and you can only enter the first floor."

Pu Ye frowned slightly, Teng Xiaohong didn't go in, how could she pick things?

Teng Xiaohong tugged at Puye's sleeve, and said obediently, "As long as it is given by the master, Xiaohong likes it."

Bo Ye's heart warmed, he touched Teng Xiaohong's head, turned around and entered the Sutra Pavilion.

There are two portraits of Buddha on the top floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. Puye entered the formulas in order. Sure enough, a faint golden shadow flashed, and Puye immediately walked in.

The Yunbao Pavilion is really different from the Sutra Pavilion. The Sutra Pavilion collects mostly scriptures and miscellaneous books, while the Yunbao Pavilion contains all kinds of magic weapons and treasures of genius.

Pu Ye took a rough look at the distribution, walked up to the shelves of Tiantian Dibao, and began to observe carefully.

Although Teng Xiaohong couldn't come in, his avatar, Teng Xiao, was always wrapped around Puye's wrist. Puye raised his hand and stayed in front of each spiritual creature for a few seconds. The avatar, Teng Xiao, didn't respond, and left immediately to the next treasure.

Tried one by one, soon Bo Ye found a treasure that seemed very useful.

This treasure was placed in a bottle with an introduction written below it.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that the bottle was filled with a high-grade spiritual fire, with a pure white heart and blackened flames. It was a high-grade spiritual fire for refining Yin-type spiritual weapons and exercises.

Pu Ye chose this spiritual fire without hesitation.

When going out, the guarded old monk stared at the bodhisattva leaves for a long time, and then said slowly, "Minghuo is violent and perverted, if you want to give it away, you'd better refine it yourself, the effect will be better." better."

When Puye heard this, he clasped his hands together and bowed to thank him.

Back in his room, he handed the dark fire to Teng Xiaohong, and Teng Xiaohong was overjoyed.

Seeing Teng Xiaohong's bright eyes, Puye remembered the old monk's advice, and asked, "Will this dark fire have any effect on you?"

Teng Xiaohong was taken aback, "I don't know if I haven't used it, I just think it will be useful..."

Pu Ye frowned slightly, "The Zen master who guards the gate said that it is best for me to refine the dark fire before using it, what do you think?"

Teng Xiaohong rolled her eyes and suddenly remembered something.

The old pine tree has always shown that he is very familiar with him, and even the advanced refining treasures are what he said. Although there is nothing wrong with his intuition, the old pine tree did not say that the fire of the underworld needs to be refined. system.

May as well let the little master try it?

He said obediently, "Then trouble the master!"

Pu Ye smiled gently, "No trouble."

It is not easy to refine the dark fire, and the quality of the dark fire is quite high, and only Jindan stage monks can refine it calmly. Pu Ye didn't want to let Xiangruo know that he was helping to refine the dark fire, so he simply took out the five elements of the seventh-level fire attribute Shi, tried to put out a diagram of hexagrams enlightened from the scroll of the river map, and refined it like this.

Forty-nine days after July 49th, the underworld fire was successfully refined, and all the spiritual power in Boye's body was exhausted, but Boye was still quite happy watching the fire heart turn into a golden underworld fire.

Throwing the underworld fire to Teng Xiaohong, Bo Ye began to close his eyes and adjust his breath, recovering his cultivation.

This tossing made the cultivation base more stable.

After being stabilized, Boye's heart was tied to Teng Xiaohong, and he wanted to see how he was refining, but he searched around, but he couldn't find Teng Xiaohong.

After thinking for a while, Bo Ye ran back to the tower forest, and sure enough, in the previous yard, he saw Teng Xiaohong stretching her body refining the dark fire.

Pu Ye shook his head again and again, Xiao Hong, who came here to refine, didn't know how to call him to protect the Dharma, if something happened, how would he survive?

Thinking of this, he was about to hold his breath to protect the dharma, but just as he sat down, he glanced around and found something beside the bed in the room.

Take it over and have a look, huh?

Teng Xiaohong's diary?