Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 253 Great wishes and prophecies 【Please subscribe, ask for a monthly ticket】

  Gu Donglin was also taken aback, and with a wave of his hand, the book galloped out in the direction indicated by the arrow.

   After a while, everyone came to the sky above Huayue Academy, looking at the downward arrow, the old monk Fuyuan looked at Gu Donglin with a strange look.

  Gu Donglin's complexion changed a few times before he said: "It seems that this is for the old man and others to play with the dark under the lamp."

  Everyone did not answer the conversation and landed, because they did not hide. At this time, several academicians of Liangyi had already discovered the situation and ran over.

   Seeing the people on the book and the dean, they saluted together and said, "Dean!"

  Gu Donglin said with a dark face, "Who lives here?"

  Everyone paused, and one of the academicians replied cautiously: "It should be the residence of the newly recruited music and dance teacher, Teacher Guan Zhenzhen."

  Gu Donglin continued to ask with a dark face, "Where is the person?"

  The academician paused, and replied: "In the afternoon, a disciple of the Wu family took the lead, and asked for leave for something."

  Gu Donglin glanced at the academician and said, "I'll deal with you later."

  After speaking, he waved his hand and threw the book in his hand directly.

   "Build a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations!"

  The book was quickly opened, and the recitation sound reappeared.

  As the book was opened, a word 'now' appeared in the book.

  As the fonts in the book flickered, a formation appeared in front of everyone, and many academicians were taken aback.

  Seeing this, Gu Donglin had no intention of entering through the formation.

  Pressing with one hand, the book fell quickly, and the area of ​​the formation in the small courtyard was directly smashed out of a big hole by the book.

  Absolutely said that it was directly melted by the book and came out of a big hole, because the surrounding soil didn't roll at all.

  Everyone saw the following situation through the big pit.

  The yard is very large, and the ablation pit is also very large, so you can see a lot of rooms.

  Some rooms are empty, and some rooms have a few dull-looking boys. At this moment, because the skylight is open, they all look up at the sky dully.

  In some places, there are still some disciples who are flustered at the moment.

The most attractive thing is a prison cell like a hall. In the cell, a young monk is fixed on a wooden horse... a Confucianist is tied to a cross in reverse, and a strong man ·····

   At this moment, the three of them were all insane, and they were in pain.

  Zhang Deming was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to take a sharp breath.

   "Hiss..."

   These magicians really know how to play!

   Can't afford to mess with it! Can't afford it!

   No wonder Moxiu is so dreadful, Zhang Deming felt his back was cold and his chrysanthemum was tight with this method.

  Everyone was also stunned. With the sound of Zhang Deming gasping for air, everyone came back to their senses.

  Gu Donglin's complexion was extremely ugly, and the breath in his whole body was rioting. After a long time, he roared: "You bastard, this old man is going to peel off your muscles and skin, and burn your bones to train your soul!!"

  The old monk Fuyuan also looked extremely ugly, he jumped directly, and waved his hand to catch Huineng who was 'riding a wooden horse'.

  Huineng, with a crazy expression, suddenly stopped shaking, froze for a moment, regained his senses slightly, and looked at Fuyuan dully.

  The moment he saw the old monk Fuyuan, his dull eyes fluctuated slightly.

After recovering for a long time, a look of pain and despair appeared on his rather handsome face. Looking at Fuyuan, he suddenly wailed and said, "Master!! Disciple...disciple...wow ..."

  The voice is mournful, heart-piercing, crying blood for a long time.

   Fu Yuan put his arms around Huineng, and said with the same pain in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, Master is here, it's over, everything will be fine."

  Huineng heard the words, but the more he cried, the more sad he became, and the more he cried, the more he was torn apart, touching the bottom of his heart.

   After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Fuyuan dully, and said instinctively:

   "Master, I wish that **** will not be empty, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

  I hope that the world will never cease to have evil ways, and my disciples will never become Buddhas!

  I hope that the sins will remain in the world, and the disciple will never become a Buddha!

  I am willing to devour demons with my body, to eradicate evil from people, to suppress ghosts, and to block demon kilns!

  I would like to transform myself into glaring eyes, violate all precepts, make a difference, and pay back the Qingming! "

  Fuyuan was slightly taken aback, the entire basement suddenly flashed with golden light, and a huge virtuous golden wheel phantom appeared above Huineng's head with a sluggish expression.

  The golden wheel rotated slightly, and a huge Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged in the void, said:

   "Huineng of Leiyin Temple made a wish today: May the world be rid of the evil way, the evil way will never end, and never become a Buddha.

  Make a vow for all ages, do thousands of deeds, and wait for the merits and deeds to be completed, and the Buddha will appear, and the merits and virtues will be added to the body. "

  The few voices of the Buddha lingered in the sky for a long time, and finally the golden wheel, the voices of the Buddha, the shadow of the Buddha, and the light of the Buddha were all collected and turned into a **** Buddha seal, which fell between Huineng's eyebrows.

  Huineng's sluggish expression slightly improved a lot, but his handsome face was filled with endless indifference.

   "Oh...you...why bother!" Looking at the disciple making such a great wish that would never be fulfilled, holding the disciple's blessing in his arms, he sighed softly.

  He, with a Buddha heart as firm as a rock, throbbed several times today, and he didn't even know how many years of emotions he had forgotten, and silently permeated his heart. That emotion was a word of hatred.

  Although it is extremely light, it will not dissipate for a long time.

  Huineng rotated the Buddha seal between his brows, and said silently: "Master, this disciple is willing, and has no complaints or regrets. I hope this remaining life will quell the evil ways."

   "Hey... After returning to the temple, you go to the Vajra Hall and become Angry-eyed King Kong! The road to the Monk Hall is not suitable for you..." Fu Yuan sighed.

  Hui Neng was neither happy nor sad, and said silently: "Thank you, Master, for fulfilling the task."

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  When Fu Yuan jumped off, Gu Donglin also jumped down, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the two strong men who had lost their souls aside, but he didn't kill each other, obviously he hated them very much.

   With a wave of his hand, he put down a Confucianist and a fellow.

   As soon as the two of them softened, Hua Zhengyu, the middle-aged man in Taoist robes, collapsed directly to the ground.

  Nangong Cheng, a youth in Confucian shirts, was hugged by Gu Donglin who stepped forward.

  Gu Donglin didn't dislike the other party's current state at all, with a sad face, he said sadly: "Qinglian, it's Master who can't help you!"

   Nangong Cheng's eyes were not dull at all, but very calm, but his eyes were full of ashes and silence.

   Hearing this, his ashen-like eyes rolled slightly, looked at Gu Donglin and said, "Teacher, Qinglian begs to die quickly!"

   "You..." Gu Donglin's face was stiff, and he didn't know what to say.

  Pausing for a long time, looking at the endless darkness in his disciple's eyes, he suddenly said angrily: "You bastard, my teacher won't allow me to say that again in my life."

   At this moment, the two paused, and suddenly a golden light shone beside them. They turned their heads, and what they saw was Huineng, who was indifferent and expressionless as a sentient being.

"Ugh······"

  Gu Donglin paused, and then let out another faint sigh.

  Nangong Cheng's eyes were still ashen, without any mood swings.

  Looking at the disciple, seeing the disciple who was supposed to be unrestrained and unrestrained, with high spirits, now turned into this appearance, the hatred in Gu Donglin's heart was surging.

   Immediately afterwards, everyone gave a full meal, turned their heads, and looked to another corner of the room.

  ······

After Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe collapsed to the ground because no one cared about it, an academician above, seeing that no one was caring about him, hesitated for a moment, jumped down, helped him up, and whispered: "Master Hua, you ..."

   Asked if he was okay, but the academician couldn't ask.

Among the three, Hua Zhengyu's behavior was the most normal and the most distressing, he smiled awkwardly, and said to the academician: "Academician Bai, please help me remove this soul nail. "

Academician Bai paused for a moment, and said, "Master Hua, wait until the dean handles it. I think this soul nail has already been nailed into the depths of the soul, so if you pull it out rashly, it will hurt the soul body and touch the root of the soul." of."

  Hua Zhengyu smiled awkwardly again, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little bit of soul damage, it's fine if it hurts."

  Academician Bai was taken aback, looked at Hua Zhengyu's difficult smile, hesitated for a moment, reached out and pulled out the soul nail on his right hand.

  Hua Zhengyu's face turned pale, and there was no other reaction, but a faint soul power began to overflow from the wound on his right hand.

  Academician Bai's complexion changed, obviously he still underestimated the injury, and wanted to restrain it.

  Hua Zhengyu said with a difficult smile again: "Academician Bai, no need."

   After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, and with the surge of spiritual power, he took off his hands, feet, and the soul nails on his chest one by one.

  The pain that tore his soul only made him look a little pale, without any other expressions.

   Watching the other party's movements, Academician Bai squirmed his lips, half-stretched his arms, but stopped there, and finally didn't say a word.

  Hua Zhengyu pulled out the soul nail, and the soul overflowed from his whole body. He stood up directly, spreading his hands flat, and a huge gossip slowly emerged.

He didn't make any premonition of lies, and didn't think about a single sentence, he just opened his mouth and said: "I use the way of life and death to disappear, my soul flies away, and the true spirit dies to prophesy: ​​my enemy will be a hundred times more painful than me, a thousand times more painful, and bleak!" lifelong."

  Academician Bai's complexion suddenly changed, and he said in a panicked voice: "Master Hua, think twice..."

   But it was obviously too late, the aura of gossip skyrocketed, slowly rising into the air, getting bigger and bigger.

  Hua Zhengyu tilted his head, smiled awkwardly again, looked at the disheartened Nangong Cheng and said, "Lady Qinglian, the old Taoist will take a step ahead. I hope the old Taoist will keep watching what the old Taoist said today."

   Nangong Cheng's gray eyeballs flickered slightly, and when he turned his head, what he saw was Hua Zhengyu's whole body, which collapsed into aura that filled the sky, pouring into the gossip in the sky.

  The gossip rose into the sky, became bigger and weaker, and finally disappeared in the sky.

  Nangong Cheng Jiujiu raised his head, looked at the sky, and whispered, "Good journey!"

  Zhang Deming stood by the pit, lowered his head to have a panoramic view of everything, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

  At this moment, he fully felt the cruelty of this world. Even the major repairs of Liangyi ended up like this, let alone a Tai Chi monk like him.

  Cultivation is the root of everything!

   While sighing, following the fulfillment of monk Huineng's vow, Zhang Deming's expression moved slightly. In the warehouse, golden light surged, and he suddenly had three golden merit light balls.

  Looking at the ball of light, Zhang Deming was a little silent. This was the first time he had gained merit for no reason, but he didn't feel any joy.

  If it is possible, he does not want this merit, maybe he is hypocritical! When he is hypocritical!

  Anyway, he's always known, he's an awkward guy.

   After a long time, Zhang Deming came back to his senses.

   And below, Huineng was already wrapped in a monk's robe, and stood up indifferently, without any emotion.

  As for Nangong Cheng, after watching Hua Zhengyu disappear, he asked Gu Donglin to take the soul nail for him, and slowly stood up.

   Rejecting Gu Donglin's help, he took off his Confucian shirt and wrapped it around his waist.

   Immediately said flatly: "Teacher, this disciple has gone down to freshen up."

  Gu Donglin frowned and stared at Nangong Cheng, but didn't speak.

  Nangong Cheng said flatly: "Don't worry, as long as the teacher refuses, the disciple will never ask for death in this life."

  Gu Donglin's expression moved when he heard the words, but he was still a little worried. He turned his head to look at Academician Bai, and said, "Take Qinglian down, and freshen up."

   "Understood the dean." Academician Bai replied.

  After he finished speaking, Nangong Cheng, who received the answer, floated up directly, left the sinkhole, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

  Gu Donglin looked at Nangong Cheng's disappearing figure for a long time before returning to his senses, floating up, looked at Zhang Deming and said, "I've neglected my little brother."

  Zhang Deming replied: "Senior said something like this, but it's a bit frustrating to the younger generation."

  Gu Donglin paused slightly, and said: "It's the old man's fault. The old man is a little bit uneasy today, so let's take a step ahead. The matter of the little brother will definitely give a satisfactory result tomorrow."

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming nodded and said, "This junior understands. I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if I'm a day or two late."

  Gu Donglin heard the words and explained to several academicians, and went in the direction where Nangong Cheng left, still feeling a little worried.

  The old monk Fuyuan also jumped up from the bottom of the pit with the indifferent Huineng on his face.

  Everyone bowed in unison, Fu Yuan and Huineng responded slightly, looked at Zhang Deming and said: "Little benefactor, I have something to do today, so I will excuse you first."

  Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Well, Master Fuyuan, you can take care of other things first, don't worry about me, this junior can just wander around the academy casually today."

   Immediately, the two saluted, and Fu Yuan turned around and left with the priest who had never been there, and Huineng.

  After several people left, the academicians present took action, and the disciples outside were let in one by one, and began to deal with the matters in the underground palace below.

  Some Demon Sect disciples, who should be dealt with, and some boys who still have hope, who should be rescued, went from busy to orderly in a short while.

  At this time, an academician stepped forward and said to Zhang Deming: "Fellow Daoist, please, I will take you to the guest room to get your way first, and then you can wander freely in the academy."

  Zhang Deming nodded, and stepped forward to follow.

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   Huayue Academy looked at its layout, and it should have been similar to the ancient academy in the previous life.

  But because of the influence from outside the region, Huayue City seems to have some contacts with outside regions, and the Academy is at the forefront of the times.

  So here, we can already see a little new wind direction, which is somewhat similar to the formation department of Tianlingmen.

  But the formation department is like a campus, and this is a campus.

  Hmm...the monk's campus!

  Among the elegant schools of various arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the representatives. And this way of calligraphy often pays attention to purity.

  Shu Dao, there are many schools, but if you want to be successful, purity is the key, because many schools of calligraphy are based on this pure word.

  Whether it is bohemian, unrestrained, unrestrained, or independent, as long as you keep the purity in your heart, you will have the hope of aspiring to the avenue, otherwise it will be difficult.

  The language is pregnant, the writing is courageous, and the literary heart is hidden in the Tao. As long as you maintain that purity, even if you are not talented, you can achieve some achievements in calligraphy.

  Thus, Zhang Deming walked all the way, and in this Huayue Academy, he felt the sincerity and rare heart that is rare in this world.

   Such a place is really rare in this world.

  Of course, these successful disciples are not stupid Baijun, and it is impossible for them to be picked up by Huayue Academy and practice here.

  The reason for this is that they are here and are willing to get along in this way.

  Zhang Deming was led through a lot of places and came to the guest room.

  As one of the three major powers in Huayue City, Huayue Academy occupies a large area, and the room treatment is also very good.

  Zhang Deming was arranged in a high-class room. The academician chatted with Zhang Deming for a while before leaving a few disciples to leave. At this moment, it was almost dark.

  ······

  Early the next morning, Zhang Deming had nothing to do. After browsing the room roughly, he turned and walked towards the academy, followed by a few disciples, and began to browse the ancient version of the campus.

  Because of Zhang Deming's special status, he was a distinguished guest brought back by the dean himself, so the journey was unimpeded.

  Walking around most of the academy, Zhang Deming came to a pond, and in the pond was a pool of lotus leaves, which looked quite elegant.

  A ten-year-old doll is sitting by the pond, hugging her legs, her pink and cute little face is almost wrinkled.

  The little doll sat with her curly legs in her left hand, and kept picking up stones with her right hand, throwing them into the pond one after another, with an unhappy face.

   Zhang Deming looked at the other party and was slightly taken aback, mainly because he was too cute.

  Among the children he saw, only Qian Xiaogong could compare with him.

   "Hey, my little ancestor, why are you here again? Didn't I tell you to be more careful and honest today?" A disciple hurried over, saw the little baby, and hurried forward and said.

  The child frowned slightly and said: "I have said it countless times, I am not a child anymore, I know what I am doing. Stop following me, or I will..."

   "Shh...keep your voice down!" The disciple immediately turned his head to look at the corner of the pond, and then continued: "Little ancestor, let's hurry up, today is not the time for you to lose your temper."

   After saying that, he actually lifted the cute little baby on his shoulder and left in a hurry.

  (end of this chapter)