Shi Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Gu Xu, who was standing on the stage.
"This guy...actually had another epiphany..." she said silently in her heart.
For most monks in the world, "enlightenment" is something that can only happen once or twice in a lifetime.
But Gu Xu can not only have an epiphany every two days, but he can also enter a state of epiphany at any time and anywhere.
Shi Xiaohan still remembers that when the two of them were doing tasks together in Yishui County, Gu Xu would often stand there and lose himself in thought after killing a ghost. After a few minutes, he would be able to draw a ghost. Create a brand new talisman, or make unexpected improvements to a certain spell.
Unexpectedly, in this highly anticipated arena today, he could actually gain some insights.
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Seeing Gu Xu with his eyes closed and motionless on the stage, people on both sides of Luoshui were whispering in private, expressing doubts or doubts. A look of surprise or anticipation.
But Gu Xu was completely immersed in his own world, paying no attention to what was happening in the outside world or the opinions of others.
The "Wangxiang Terrace" in myths and legends is a place where ghosts in the underworld look back at their relatives in the human world; the "Wangxiang Terrace" on the path of spiritual practice is a place where monks look back on the mortal world.
The key lies in "turning back".
As we all know, spiritual practice is a transcendent path, a process of transforming from "human" to "superhuman" and "non-human". As the realm of monks improves, they need to absorb more and more evil spirits from heaven and earth, and they are always faced with the risk of being corroded and assimilated.
Therefore, people in the past chose to look for the feelings they had as mortals many years ago to stabilize their spirits and combat the cold, cold nature of this world.
If you want to transcend, first look back.
Only by experiencing the world of mortals can we wash away all the glory.
Perhaps consciously or unconsciously, Chen Jisheng devotes himself wholeheartedly to his busy work, Chu Fengge is obsessed with showing off his holiness in front of others, and Shangguan Jin is keen on dressing up to win the favor of others... As for Kongxuan Sanren, they often play in the mortal world. Even if they become ghosts, they are still thinking about beautiful women.
Today, Gu Xu ended his several days of closed-door meditation and came to the bank of the crowded Luo River. Everything he saw, heard and felt turned into a new understanding and poured into his mind. heart.
When he no longer suppresses his emotions, he will be surprised by the lanterns of different shapes by the river, the high-quality and cheap dishes in the restaurant will make him feel happy, and the hair on the girls' heads will make him feel happy. The costumes and costumes on his body will dazzle him, Shi Xiaohan's battle on the stage will make him feel nervous, defeating a powerful enemy will make him feel comfortable, and the admiration and admiration of the audience in the audience will make him feel refreshed...
These emotions, like a bright light and a cane, dispelled the haze in front of him and made him climbIn the process of "Homesickness Ridge", the pace becomes more and more steady.
"That's it."
Gu Xu smiled.
He once locked himself in the room and thought hard, searching for it, but he couldn't figure it out.
But in the end, when he walked out of the house and looked back at the world, he found that the answer was so simple.
In his conscious world, the fog on "Homesickness Ridge" seemed to be gradually fading away, and the resistance on the stairs seemed to be gradually disappearing.
He knew that if he continued to climb up, he should be able to walk quickly without hindrance.
But because he was on the stage where everyone was watching, he did not choose to continue climbing the stairs.
But open your eyes, your eyes are clear, and you are enlightened.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting." He looked at Monk Jingru in front of him and smiled politely.
"It doesn't matter." Jingru said calmly. He also took advantage of this period of time to recover his physical strength and true energy to a certain extent. In addition, he clearly noticed that Gu Xu's temperament now seemed a little different from just now.
The competition begins again.
Having seen Gu Xu’s astonishingly powerful “Seven Burning Heaven Styles”, Monk Jingru didn’t hold back this time.
He began to recite incantations and cast another high-grade spell created by the founder of Lingshan Temple that was not passed down to others - "Fengfeng Fire Lotus".
Since there are very few monks who master this spell, the spell also sounds a bit long and obscure, and most of the audience cannot understand what he is saying.
Only Qi Yan, who was standing by the railing, recognized the spell he cast.
"The apprentice that Master Jueming has taken on is even more powerful than I imagined," he sighed secretly in his heart, "He can even learn such an incredible spell as 'Fengfeng Fire Lotus'."
While Monk Jingru was chanting the mantra, the air around him surged rapidly, and a majestic aura gradually gathered around him, like a flood about to burst its banks, giving people a daunting feeling.
But Gu Xu’s expression remained calm and calm.
He took out the "Jinghong Brush" again and waved it casually in the air, as if he had regarded the entire world as a huge rice paper, and splashed ink on it wantonly.
"What is he doing?" Seeing Gu Xu's behavior, Shi Xiaohan felt a little confused.
"If nothing else, he should be using the 'Jinghong Brush' to compose poems," Qi Yan explained, "In other words, he is using the imagery of poetry and painting to create a brand new spell. "
"Create a brand new spell..." Shi Xiaohan bit his lip gently and silently repeated this sentence in his mind.
She suddenly realized that Gu Xu had not only left her behind in terms of strength, but the gap between them was getting wider and wider.
Following Gu Xu’s movements, the tip of the “Jinghong Brush” emitted a bright light, and then it was fixed in the night sky.It looks gorgeous.
These rays of light quickly condensed into the following writing:
"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds. , The light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night long.
"The moths and the golden strands of snow and willows are full of laughter and fragrance." The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place. "(1)
When Gu Xu wrote the last word, the "Jinghong Pen" suddenly shined brightly.
These shining words turned into colorful fireworks, crackling The earth bloomed in the dark sky, reflecting the entire Luohe River like daylight.
At the same time, Monk Jingru also finished reciting the long incantation of Luohe River. The water began to boil and bubble.
The hot air began to surge around.
A lotus made of golden-orange flames rose slowly from the water. Heart-stopping energy.
If the powerful men from the Imperial Guard had not built a magic barrier around the ring in advance, the onlookers would have been engulfed by the terrifying heat.
"It turns out that this monk can also play with fire! "Gu Xu commented lightly in his heart.
Then he calmly pointed forward with his "Jinghong Pen".
(Change first and then change)
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Notes:
(1) Song Xin Qiji’s “The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi”;