My weird life

Chapter 1473 Changes in Hell (1)

Among the "Five Prisons" in Huashan Mountain.

The strange charm accumulated in this dark prison, filling it into a dark mist.

In the mist, there seemed to be a woman smiling and whispering, and there seemed to be someone crying and screaming.

Thick fog obscured the cells separated by dark fences. A flicker of light was embedded in the depths of darkness, being blown by the invisible wind and swaying slightly.

A skinny monk wearing a Futian cassock, Su Wu, Tao Zu, Li Heihu and others were sitting on the ground around a lamp.

"Shenxiu, Huineng and other Buddhist seniors all left the Dharma nature of their respective practices to the poor monks to use at will." Jianzhen spoke slowly and calmly, "Their respective spirits have no Dharma nature to support them. If they remain in the five hells, they will There is the worry of spiritual destruction.

So the poor monk asked Zen Master Huinuma to take them out of the prison, and now they have gone to a hidden mountain temple. "

Su Wu nodded: "The Dharma nature of all the monks is gathered in your body. How confident are you in dealing with the 'ghost Buddha'?"

Jianzhen listened and looked at the lamp squatting on the ground, silent.

In the lamp, the pure light of the fire floated, dispersing a lot of the strange mist lingering around.

This bright lamp is not an extraordinary thing, it is actually the ray of Dharma nature left by Master Xuanzang.

"The death calamity of Brother Tao Zu and Brother Hong will instantly drag you into the game. After thinking about you, the ghosts and Buddhas will also take action." Su Wu continued, "I can confirm now that this killing In this series of tribulations, Mother Lu will definitely not be able to participate."

"Why?"

Jianzhen was a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Su Wu and asked him.

Su Wu replied: "Mother Lu sank within the 'origin of great changes', and she was at odds with the 'Queen Mother of the West' above her. Now, Queen Mother of the West has pierced one of Lu's eyes.

Now it has to fight with the Queen Mother of the West to repair its own eye.

In the past few years, I have never thought of dedicating my strength to organize the world. "

How could Mother Lu suddenly be blinded in one eye by Queen Mother Xi?

There must be Su Wu's method in this.

But Su Wu didn't elaborate, and Jian Zhen didn't ask any more questions. He said "hmm" and pushed the lamp of Xuanzang's dharma nature that was squatting in front of him to Su Wu, saying: "Master Tripitaka's dharma nature, Now it is of no use to the poor monk.

The poor monk is already overwhelmed by the burden of carrying the Dharma nature of all the predecessors in Buddhism, and he can no longer carry even a trace of Dharma nature in his body.

This lamp is left to you now.

When the idols are shattered, the lights shine brighter.

Instead, the lights gradually went out.

In the current "series of killings and calamities", the poor monk uses his own body as a guarantee that the "ghosts and Buddhas" will not ruin the situation even a little bit.

You can do whatever you want. "

"Okay." Su Wu nodded solemnly, "If you say so, I will believe it."

He stood up from the ground, leaned down again, and took away the light from in front of Jianzhen. But Monk Jianzhen sat motionless.

Su Wu took a deep look at Jianzhen, put his hands together, and said to Jianzhen: "Elder, take care!"

Jianzhen also clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and said nothing.

The group turned and left.

In the cold and treacherous prison, the dark mist formed by the accumulation of strange charms suddenly started to billow, and it converged towards the figure in the scarlet Futian robe deep in the darkness.

A group of ghosts surrounded the thin and short figure, chanting sutras one after another: "I vow to save all sentient beings..."

I vow to put an end to endless troubles...

I am willing to learn the infinite Dharma...

The supreme vow of Buddhism will come true..."

…

In the middle of the night, a sudden rain fell on the top of Huashan Mountain.

The patter of rain covered up the continuous banging sound in the backyard of Ziyun Temple.

Inside the backyard of Ziyun Temple.

Yang Huizhi stood in front of a stone that was as long as a person and three or four feet high. He was carrying a hammer and chisel, and he and several disciples were beating around the stone, trying to modify the stone into the shape he wanted.

——The competition will begin early tomorrow morning. The stone he is shaping today will be the material used to carry his works in tomorrow's competition.

At this time, the rain suddenly fell, and it tended to get heavier and heavier.

Yang Huizhi didn't want his disciples to get wet in the rain. He walked around the stone in front of him and touched every part of the stone with his palms - the rough shape of the stone had been modified, and he would add some details later. good.

So the old man stopped his movements, summoned several disciples to him, smiled and said to them: "You have also worked hard for a day, so go back and rest early.

There is no work for you to do here. I will check it a few more times and then go back to your room to rest. "

The disciples were unwilling to leave after hearing this.

Most of them have followed Diao Sheng for several years and know their master's temperament well.

With this little skill left, Master is determined not to stop until he finishes.

So a disciple said to Yang Huizhi: "With only a little left, the shape of this stone can be shaped. We will finish the work with you. Can't everyone go back to their rooms and rest early?"

You stay here alone, and now it rains again. If you get caught in the rain, you might get sick..."

"Then why don't I ask the unscrupulous people outside to help me carry the stones to the corridor where they can't get wet?" Yang Huizhi smiled and waved her hand to refuse, "Don't worry, I also know that tomorrow's competition is very important, no I will tire myself out at this time.”

He had spoken to a group of disciples, and without waiting for them to refute anything, he turned back and called out to the courtyard gate where the rain was swaying.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several bad guys in strange armor came hurriedly outside the courtyard gate. At Yang Huizhi's request, they moved the huge stone to a place under the corridor where it would not be exposed to the rain.

"Are you relieved now?"

Yang Huizhi smiled and said to the disciples: "The master also needs to be alone and think carefully about tomorrow's competition.

My senior brother is also a brilliant painter.

Nowadays, many people in the world don't know his talent, but I know it.

Okay, you can go back and rest without worry..."

Since the master insisted so much and seemed to be listening to advice, the disciples could not force others, so they had to follow the old man's instructions and retreat to rest.

Yang Huizhi moved a high stool and sat down in front of the huge stone under the corridor. He used a small hammer to trim the details of the stone bit by bit.

Naturally, he was very concerned about the competition with Wu Daoxuan tomorrow.

What he said to the disciples was all true.

Senior Brother had already created such a stunning work as the ‘Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll’ a few years ago. Although Yang Huizhi had created many sculptures throughout his life, none of them could truly rival the ‘Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll’.

Now Senior Brother came with great momentum, saying that he had spent his life preparing a painting, and that he believed that this painting would be the only one in his life - presumably this painting would surpass the ‘Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll’ by a lot - how could Yang Huizhi not respond seriously?

When he had been in seclusion in the Ziyun Temple on Mount Huashan for most of the time, although he carved here at the order of the saint, the sculpture he prepared was also the result of his life’s hard work!

I wonder if the work that I had collected my life’s hard work on could be on par with Senior Brother’s painstaking work, and if I had a chance to compete with him?

All kinds of thoughts were turning in Yang Huizhi’s mind.

These thoughts were silenced one by one in the sound of the dripping rain, like dust floating in the dry air, which was also washed away as the rain settled.

He was one with the rain at the moment, and the Ziyun Temple in the dark night, forgetting himself and the world, immersed in the decoration of the stone in front of him.

The sound of ding-dong blended harmoniously with the sound of dripping rain.

Gradually, Yang Huizhi's actions were no longer just to decorate the whole stone, but began to carve something on the stone.

A faint voice lingered in his heart, and that voice guided him, letting him let the ideas and thoughts that had been brewing in his chest for a long time flow through the tools in his hands onto the stone in front of him - the moist wind passed through his body and flowed out from every pore of his body.

The inexplicable meaning spread out in the backyard of Ziyun Temple, and quietly spread throughout the entire Ziyun Temple.

In the palace, the clay sculpture of the gods opened their eyes.

On the eaves, the crouching ridge beast twisted its body.

In the corner of the courtyard, the turtle supporting the stone lantern gradually took on flesh and blood.

Every drop of rain that fell from the sky seemed to have a beautiful brilliance, and in that beautiful and psychedelic brilliance, there was a brighter meaning.

Yang Huizhi was completely unaware of all the changes in the outside world.

He had forgotten that his competition with Wu Daoxuan would only start tomorrow, and now he would carve the work he had been brewing in his mind on the stone.

But at this moment, a sound of footsteps came hurriedly from outside the courtyard.

The sound of footsteps sounded in this harmonious blend of sounds, and there was no abruptness at all, as if it had merged with the world and human hearts here.

Until the owner of the footsteps approached Yang Huizhi and gently patted Yang Huizhi on the shoulder: "Master Yang, it's time to rest."

As soon as this slightly nervous and uneasy voice fell,

Many bizarre images flashed through Yang Huizhi's mind in an instant. He himself was separated from those bizarre images in a breath, and suddenly his mind returned!

Looking at the front of him again, the whole stone has been completely modified, as if it is mixed with the world. It is placed under the corridor of Ziyun Temple, and it is integrated with the corridor of Ziyun Temple without any sense of disharmony. If it is thrown in the yard, it will take root in any place in the yard and become one with the environment there.

It is thrown in any place, and it is what it should be in any place!

There is no trace of carving on this natural stone.

And if Yang Huizhi had not been "woken up" by the bad man who came hurriedly behind him, he would have been about to put a carving knife on the stone!

Yang Huizhi came to his senses, and a layer of fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He turned back to face the bad guy wearing the armor of a living person, and heard the bad guy say nervously: "Master Yang, please don't be offended by my interruption.

--Send the master's order to the subordinates, and ask them to remind the master.

Tomorrow is the day when the competition begins. Now you should accumulate all your physical strength and perception to cope with tomorrow's competition.

This can also prevent those villains hiding in the dark from distorting your perception and true meaning, or stealing your perception and true meaning for their own use."

Yang Huizhi let out a long breath, smiled and nodded, "The saint reminded me correctly.

I should go back to my room to rest."

He stood up and faced the sky outside the corridor: "Let those villains stay here for a night!"

After speaking, the old man turned and left, never staying again.

--Before that, he suddenly had an insight and wanted to carve a work here. In fact, that insight was not born from his heart, but was guided by external forces in the dark.

That external force is what the saints called "villains".

Now that his mind was clear, he saw through everything in an instant, and naturally could not let the villain succeed.

The bad people following Yang Huizhi looked up at the sky with raindrops, and confused thoughts turned in their hearts - the so-called villains, are they hiding in the sky?

No words were spoken that night.

The next morning.

The fog gathered on the top of Huashan Mountain and had not yet dispersed, and the mountain wind was bone-chilling.

At this time, many people had gathered on the stone terrace on the top of the mountain.

Under the command of their respective team leaders, the bad people dispersed at various locations on the top of the mountain according to various Qimen Dunjia directions and guarded various places.

Su Wu had led Tao Zu, Hong Renkun, and Li Heihu to wait on the stone terrace early.

The stone that Yang Huizhi had decorated to perfection and could blend with all creations was now placed on the stone terrace. Su Wu and the others looked around the stone. Tao Zu marveled at it: "What would have happened if the old man had let go of his insights last night?"

"People don't always like what they want." Su Wu looked up at the gray sky and said meaningfully, "How could it do such a good thing?

If Master Yang had let go of his insights last night, all the insights would have been taken away by it, leaving Master Yang with a dangerous work that looked like it was made by his own hands."

While the people on the mountain were talking, Yang Huizhi led a few disciples on the steps in front of the stone terrace, and joined Wu Daoxuan and Wang Quan to head to the stone terrace surrounded by old pines.

"Now that the competition is imminent, can you tell me a little about the paintings you prepared?" Yang Huizhi and Wu Daoxuan walked side by side. Although he was blind, he walked on the mountain steps without any stumbling, just like a person with good eyesight.

Wu Daoxuan glanced at Yang Huizhi when he heard the voice.

He thought for a moment and said to Yang Huizhi: "Junior brother, do you still remember what I said when we were on the second floor of the Medicine King Hall that day?"

"The human heart is hell?" Yang Huizhi recalled what his senior brother said that day, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

"That's right." Wu Daoxuan nodded, and turned to Yang Huizhi and asked, "Junior brother, can you tell me what you have prepared for carving?"

Yang Huizhi shook his head: "Last night's rain has disturbed my mind.

I have prepared a work for a long time before, but after the rain last night, I have no impression of it at all. Regarding the carving I prepared today, I have nothing to tell you, senior brother - I really don't know what to carve today."

Wu Daoxuan frowned and looked at Yang Huizhi deeply.

Junior brother is not such a cunning and scheming person.

He originally believed what his junior brother said, but when he looked at his face, there was no confusion because he didn't know what to carve today, but he looked calm...