Chapter 828 (1/2)
The appearance of this seven treasures dense place looks ordinary, but whether it is the Zen hall built by pine wood, or the breath of supernatural power inside, each monk sitting in a corner feels extraordinary.
No one dares to make any sound, not even to breathe.
Almost all the people with the highest status and virtue were gathered here, all of them were waiting for the voice of the Zen wood fish.
In the history of gongdezong, the highest cultivation of Shenxuan power, the Zen sound of Muyu, which is not controlled by anyone, will spontaneously Zen.
Wei Suo completely calmed down his mind. In this case, it was impossible to obtain the holy fruit. We can only see if we can get any inheritance from the Zen wood fish.
He closed his eyes, and his divine sense was looking at the bodhi tree above his head and the toad under him.
All things here let him not see the depth, looks simple, but naturally with a certain ethereal breath, let people feel detached from the world.
All of a sudden, Weisuo was very surprised. The bodhi tree above his head and the hard rocks below him were not different except for their ages. However, when his divine sense reached the inner depths of the bodhi tree above his head and the hard rocks under him, he felt a breath of detachment from the dust.
The breath of supernatural power!
What's more, it is obviously that the cultivation completely surpasses the breath of supernatural power seen before Wei Suo!
This silk breath, detached from dust, seems to be integrated with the whole world, and seems to be about to drift away from heaven and earth.
It's only one step to the true fairy!
Weisuo took a deep breath and calmly felt the two threads of breath in the top of the bodhi tree and the hard rock below. The two breath did not deliberately penetrate into the bodhi tree and the hard rock below. There was no sign of writing divine patterns. It was obvious that either the God xuanneng usually meditated here, so the breath was integrated into the old tree and the hard rock below, or the God When Xuanda Neng realized what road he had here, he inadvertently penetrated into these two threads of breath when he came out with divine patterns.
Wei Suo thought that Zhang Yun's elder martial brother Zhong might have got the Scriptures in Zen pronunciation because of the immortal sound of the earth in xiaolinggu. Now, it seems that it is not so simple.
The state of Shenxuan's five levels is not what he can imagine, so he can't speculate at the moment that these two wisps of breath will change when the Dharma chant rings. The pure breath mentioned by elder martial brother Zhong may not be his vain feeling.
Next, Weisuo tried to touch these two kinds of breath many times, but it seemed that half of them were in the heaven and the earth, and the other was in the heaven and earth. He could feel the existence, but he could not touch them at all and could not speculate on their miracles.
After trying many times but not getting it, Weisuo finally gave up and restored himself to the most peaceful state again, without sorrow or joy, with a feeling of accepting the preaching of his predecessors.
I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, Weisuo's heart moved slightly, and a strange feeling flooded into his heart.
The two threads of breath in the old bodhi tree above his head and the hard rocks under him suddenly jumped for a moment, and a feeling of pure spirit rushed up.
”These two silk breath unexpectedly produced resonance, is Zen sound going to ring These two threads of breath contain a trace of supernatural power, which can make people quiet and peaceful. Indeed, if there is a clear air in the air, people can meditate on it! ”
Weisuo's heart just flashed such an idea, ”Dong” sound, as if a pearl fell in the jade plate, a clear and ethereal voice suddenly rang up.
”Zen sound
Almost all the monks sitting in the middle of the seven treasures were shocked in their hearts.
The sound is completely unpredictable, as if from the sky, and at the same time, the originally plain pine wood Zen hall suddenly appeared a circle of blue God, color changes immediately, if there are snow in the sky, there are countless stars shining, countless natural light and shadow appear, as if there are four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, turning into streamer, passing and shining above the pine monastery.
Weisuo slowly breathes in to keep himself calm.
He couldn't imagine that the state of infinite approaching to the true immortal's power was that he could not imagine that such a strange appearance could be produced just as a thing left behind, and it gave him an irresistible feeling of the circulation of the power of the way of heaven.
At the moment, he can be sure that if the great power that left the wooden fish is reborn, I'm afraid it will only be the power of a finger, and it can wipe him out between the heaven and the earth. He can't resist it.
The scales kept ringing, as if there were springs flowing in the sky. In the whole land of seven treasures, countless green, yellow and white lights are flashing, as if there are countless plants and plants born, prosperous or withered, snow flying, and so on.
There was a strange resonance between the old bodhi tree and the rocks under him. A breath of pure air filled Wei Suo's whole body, which made him very calm and not moved by any illusory light at all.
He heard clearly, in the sounds of nature, as if someone was chanting scriptures, but silent, as if there were scriptures, directly flashed in his mind.
”Big Ti Xumi!”
These scriptures, like a Dharma seal, were suppressed in his mind. This Scripture is actually an attack technique!Now, without testing, Weineng can't know. Moreover, all the Scriptures are ancient Sanskrit. He can only recognize a small part of them. He can see that it is an attack technique called tathissumi. However, many of the texts will have to go back to dayingfeng to check the Scriptures before they can understand all the meanings. But the Scriptures did not spread out quickly, so he remembered it very clearly. Every ancient word of the Scripture was clearly recorded in his mind.
All of a sudden, Wei Suo's heart was shocked. The sounds of Zen, which originally had the highest aura, seemed to have turned into a murmur, disturbing his hearing. Even the pure breath from the ancient bodhi trees and the rocks under him seemed unable to compete with it. All the Scriptures went down, and the Scriptures began to disappear.