Seven days passed.

Zhang Ruochen sat under the sundial and realized the sword for seven years.

All visitors were turned away by Er Sikong who was guarding the yard.

In seven years, the number of holy rules in Zhang Ruochen's body once again broke through tens of billions of ways, among which the rules of swords accounted for a large proportion. He read the five volumes of books countless times and understood many of them. Of course, it is still far from fully understanding them.

Zhang Ruochen's understanding of swordsmanship has reached a new level.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen saw the sunlight falling from outside the window, and according to the decoration of the window, a shadowy pattern was projected on the ground.

The pattern is like a flying dragon.

After a long time, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he finally stopped being confused and figured out the path he should go next.

Your own swordsmanship should be the purest beam of light.

Fast speed and never return.

Whether it is the way of truth or the way of burying gold, all the holy ways in the world are like carvings on windows, each with different characteristics. The essence of the sword has not changed, and the light is still the beam of light, but after it has been illuminated, different patterns can appear on the ground.

Now, what he needs to do is not to think about how to make the patterns on the ground look better, but to light up this beam of light. The light must be absolutely hot and even more eternal.

"Squeak!"

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the wooden door, and his masculinity shone on his face.

In the courtyard.

Da Sikong woke up three days ago, holding a bowl-sized Zen stick in one hand and a stack of white paper in the other hand, shouting at Uncle Tian: "I'm so angry, you are the Great Sage of the Great Death of Life. Can't you copy a volume of "Da Ren Da Hunting Mantra"? Did you do it on purpose?"

Uncle Tian’s hair was shaved to a point, and he was wearing a gray monk’s robe that only Buddhist disciples wore.

Uncle Tian was yelled and scolded by a great saint of immortal realm, and his anger was about to break out.

"Bang!"

Da Sikong slashed down with a Zen stick, pressed him on his right shoulder, beat him to his legs bent, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Leaves flying around.

"Why are you glaring? Master scolds you for your own good and helps you cultivate your mind and nature. Do you still have any opinions? Why give you this Dharma name? It is just hope that you can restrain your anger and develop a normal mind that will not disturb everything."

Da Sikong took back his Zen stick, squatted down, spread the stack of white paper, and said with great thought: "Look, what do you think you copied? Your second master has taught you in vain these days, and you have not listened to it at all. Really killing, really greedy, truth and falsehood. The three of them are very obedient, copying words without any word, and their handwriting is neat."

There are no Buddhist scriptures on the white paper on the ground, and everything written is "kill".

Uncle Tian gritted his teeth and trembled all over. If he hadn't been imprisoned by the Nether Light Curse, he would have slapped the monk in front of him to death, and he would not have been able to wait for a moment!

Da Sikong patted Uncle Tian’s head and sighed: “I know you can’t listen now, but you have to understand that Master beats you for your own good and teaches you to be a good person. Only by putting down the butcher’s knife can you become a Buddha.”

The magpie god son, who was also wearing a monk's robe and had his hair shaved, couldn't help laughing.

Da Sikong glared at his copper bell-like eyes and shouted, "Really, why are you laughing at? Are you copying very well? The handwriting is so sloppy that you are punishing again a hundred times."

The Magpie God's eyes sank. When he saw the Grand Sikong lifting the Zen Staff again, he immediately squeezed out a smile and said, "Master has taught me a lesson, I'll copy it now."

"You are obedient, I'll check it later."

When Da Sikong was about to continue to relieve Uncle Tian’s mind, the sound of the wooden door sounded and Zhang Ruochen walked out of it.

Da Sikong was happy and rushed over and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, you have finally come out of seclusion and your injuries have healed? I have something serious to tell you!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded in a clear understanding.

Uncle Tian climbed up from the ground, rushed to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, please give me whatever you want, just let me go..."

"Bang!"

Before Uncle Tian finished speaking, Da Sikong's Zen Staff had already slashed over his head, making a loud sound like a bell, and once again slashed Uncle Tian to kneel to the ground.

He knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen and sank into the ground.

Dashi Air cursed in a frustration: "You are a traitor, you are the master. How can you call him by his name? Kneel down and reflect on it."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the seven monks of all sizes in the courtyard, and was a little lost. Finally, his eyes moved down and looked at the monk kneeling in front of him. Who is the Uncle Tian from the Temple of Death?

Uncle Tian clenched his fists, stood up from the ground again, glanced at Da Sikong who was standing beside him and staring at him. In the end, he chose to compromise. His tone became a little deeper and said, "Please give me the conditions, how can I let me go?"

"Call Master." Dasikong.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a hand to stop Da Sikong, who was about to slash at Uncle Tian with another stick, and said, "As long as the hatred between us is completely resolved, you can leave at any time."

Uncle Tian said: "There is no hatred between us."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head.

Uncle Tian said, "I dare to swear to God that as long as you let me go, I will never take revenge in the future."

"And I, I can also swear." The Magpie God Son rushed up.

Zhang Ruochen still shook his head and said, "You just want to escape, and you don't really let go of your hatred. Even if I believe you will abide by your oath, if you want to take revenge on me, you may not take action in person. Moreover, you may not be targeting me, and you may become more and more aggressive in dealing with my friends, relatives, tribe members, and anyone who has a relationship with me."

Uncle Tian and the son of Que God killed Jin and Tie at the same time: "No, absolutely not."

"You don't have to say more. Have you really let go of your hatred? I can naturally feel it. When that day comes, let you stay or stay." Zhang Ruochen said.

Da Sikong looked at Zhang Ruochen with admiration and admiration, nodded deeply, and said, "Once he escapes into a monk, it will no longer have any relationship with all kinds of things in the world, representing a new life. Therefore, I gave them all the Dharma names. Their generation is the true generation."

"He's really angry."

"His name is true color."

The face of the Magpie God Son twitched.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the three white-clothed gods of death and asked, "Where are the three of them?"

"True killing, true greed, true delusion." Dasikong said.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Anger, lust, killing, greed, and delusion are actually the five precepts of Buddhism. Very good, very good! Next, we will give the five of them to you and Er Sikong. We must teach them well to resolve the killing and resentment in their hearts."

Er Sikong came over and said, "It's easy to say that true anger and true color are. Although one is stubborn and stubborn, and difficult to educate, the other is just obedient, but in fact he has a deep resentment in his heart. But I believe that under the influence of "The Great Ren Dakong Mantra", one day, he will definitely focus on the Buddha and become a holy Buddha who saves suffering."

"If this is the case, this will definitely be recorded in history. The five top saints of the Dead Clan will become a beautiful story for all ages! Not bad, really good." Zhang Ruochen said.

Ersikong said: "But, true killing, true delusion, true greed, but the seven emotions and six desires were cut off by the Temple of Death since childhood, and only the thought of killing remained in his heart. How could this be good?"

"It's okay, when I have the opportunity, I will buy some seven emotions and six desire pills to help them recover gradually." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong sang a Buddha's name and said, "If this is the case, the uncle of the master will have great merits."

After thinking about it, Zhang Ruochen walked to Zhenshou, True and Delusion, thought for a while, slapped it out with a palm, and pressed it on Zhenshou's forehead.

The brilliant light of truth flew out from his palm and poured into Zhensha's body.

Zhenkow's body is like a holy light, with countless star light spots circulating in the body. Strands of death aura and murderous intent are squeezed out of the body and dissipated.

When Zhang Ruochen withdrew his palm, the dead aura on Zhensha's body faded a lot, and the hostility in his eyes almost completely dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen used the same method to help truth and delusion and true greed.

The son of the Que God and Uncle Tian stood aside, terrified and did not think that Zhang Ruochen was helping the three white-clothed gods of death. Instead, he felt that Zhang Ruochen was going to fight to the end with the Death Temple.

The Temple of Death has spent many resources and eliminated many failed products to cultivate a white-clothed God of Death who has a life of death.

Zhang Ruochen destroyed three of them in an instant.

How can the Temple of Death be let go?

This is a huge feud!

Zhang Ruochen's eyes turned toward the son of Que Shen and Uncle Tian.

The two of them changed their faces, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would destroy their way in this way.

"I'll copy the "Daren Dakong Mantra" first."

The son of the Magpie took out a pen from the neckline of the monk's robe, walked towards the stone table, squatted on the ground, and copied it in a very good manner.

Uncle Tian's face changed a few times and he said, "I want to copy it too."

Zhang Ruochen asked the Er Sikong to supervise them to copy scriptures and chant mantras, and took Da Sikong into the room, and then released the space domain to prevent the subsequent conversation from being eavesdropped.

The Grand Sikong hurriedly said, "It was the uncle who asked Cang Jie to go to Kunlun Realm to find the Fairy of Flowers?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded.

Da Sikong sighed, "Uncle Master doesn't know anything. After you go to the Hell Realm, Fairy Hundred Flowers will return to the Qianrui Realm, not in Kunlun at all. He went to the Endless Abyss and found Miss Kong. However, something seemed to have happened in the Endless Abyss. Miss Kong could not leave, so he sent a message to Sikong Zen Temple and asked the two of us to find Fairy Hundred Flowers."

Zhang Ruochen said: "What's the result?"

Da Sikong said proudly: "I am not ignorant of my work, but I am very safe. My junior brother and I went to Qianrui Realm and claimed to be a Bodhisattva in the Western Buddha Realm. We sent your letter. Others, the fairy of Baihua, had no doubts at all, and followed us to the Hundred Clans Royal City."

Zhang Ruochen breathed a little relieved.

"But."

The Dasikong's expression became a little complicated, and he said, "Before entering the Hundred Clans Royal City, he encountered the Holy Flower. She told us that something big happened in the Hell Realm, involving the Fairy of the Hundred Flowers. She must not show up, and it is best not to enter the city."

Zhang Ruochen said, "So, are they outside the city now?"

"I have entered the city." Dashikong said.

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and said, "What do you have to say? Can you finish it at once?"
To be continued...