Chapter 375 Buddhist Scriptures

Sure enough, after some exploration, the warriors discovered the anomalies coexisting in these secret rooms.

Everyone has a Buddhist scripture.

This is something that the secret room on the third floor does not have.

The biggest difference between the third floor and the fourth floor is that one holds a deadpool and the other holds a hybrid.

Chen Jiumo curiously opened a Buddhist scripture. The words on it were all in Sanskrit. In his eyes, it was like a ghost drawing amulet, and he couldn't understand anything at all.

Yuanyuan blinked strangely.

"This is……"

"What's wrong?"

Su Xiaoqiang noticed the situation on Yuanyuan's side and cast a glance.

"I have seen these words before."

Su Xiaoqiang suddenly became interested.

"Senior Sister, have you seen her? Where? When?"

At this time, what the dancers didn't know was that the hunter website and the night watchman forum were already in a quarrel, and all kinds of words to vent their emotions quickly flashed across the screen, just because at this critical moment, the live broadcast screen actually changed. elsewhere.

The painting on the ceiling fills the picture, but damn, they are not interested in any of these paintings at all, what about the scriptures! They want to read the content of Buddhist scriptures!

Even a fool can see that there is something wrong with these Buddhist scriptures. After all, Tantric Buddhism is a powerful hybrid organization, and their achievements must be of great value. The hunters are ready to take screenshots and record the screen, and strive to capture those who appear in the live broadcast. All Buddhist scriptures are recorded.

Just then you turned the camera around, pointed it at the ceiling, and did whatever you wanted!

Playing with people!

The hybrids threatened the unknown photographer, using all the words they could think of, and the various beautiful world languages ​​were so brilliant that it was simply dazzling.

But it didn't work.

After all, he silently controlled the live broadcast of the hunter website. The person behind the scenes is both mysterious and powerful. From the beginning to the present, he has not said a single word. The picture also chooses the angle of view according to his wishes. As for watching Come on, who cares what the hybrids on the air think?

The smart people among the mixed race quickly realized that since the mysterious man chose to change the live broadcast angle, there must be something that cannot be seen by the outside world. As for what it is that cannot be seen by the outside world, they have no idea. It must be the secret room. The Buddhist scriptures in it.

It can be regarded as verifying the importance of these Buddhist scriptures from the side.

At this time, they heard the conversation between Su Xiaoqiang and Yuanyuan.

Where have you seen it?

The mixed-races, like Su Xiaoqiang, were also immediately intrigued.

They were curious about where Yuanyuan had read these Buddhist scriptures.

Everyone's ears pricked up.

Then they heard it.

Extraordinarily cheerful and rhythmic background music.

An old man was singing there.

"Makabaka, Makabaka..."

The comment section, which had been frantically scrolling before, suddenly fell silent.

The expressions of the mixed-race people in front of the screen were indescribable.

Or confused.

They really never expected that they would hear this.

After a long time, he finally said something tremblingly.

"Can anyone explain what this is?"

Then someone actually responded.

"If I heard correctly, it should be a garden baby."

There was silence for a long time.

"Fuck you garden baby!"

In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Potato Chip Girl, who was wrapped only in a bath towel, was laughing so hard that her two long white thighs were kicking wildly. Mai Shutoku listened to what was coming from the other side of the earphone. There was movement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

This friend of mine...

There was a loud bang.

Shutoku Mai frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, potato chips?"

"Answer me, potato chips!"

In the presidential suite, Potato Chip Girl, who was so excited that she fell off her chair, covered a certain part of her body.

There was a cry in her voice. ,

"The chest...the chest is flattened!"

Mai Shutoku:......

Yuanyuan and Su Xiaoqiang did not know the series of farce happening in the outside world at this moment.

They are still reading Buddhist scriptures.

Yuanyuan thought for a while and finally decided.

"It's that weirdo with eight arms."

When Yuanyuan first entered the palace complex of the Tantric Sect, she encountered an eight-armed protector. The guy was far more powerful than an ordinary Deadpool, but he still died under her sword in the end.

Yuanyuan still remembered the appearance of the eight-armed protector. The surface of his body was covered with Sanskrit inscriptions, which would make people lose their minds just by looking at him. However, he met Yuanyuan, and he wanted to influence Yuanyuan's mind. This method can be used Not enough.

Despite this, Yuanyuan was still deeply impressed by the Sanskrit characters on the body of the eight-armed protector. Until now, when she saw the Buddhist scriptures, a sense of familiarity came to her heart. Yuanyuan quickly recognized that the Sanskrit characters on the body of the eight-armed protector were exactly the same Buddhist scriptures. content on.

"That monster?"

Su Xiaoqiang nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, a warrior had read the Sanskrit text from beginning to end.

Plop.

They immediately raised their heads and looked around.

He was a warrior, and the movement just now was caused by him sitting on the ground. At this moment, he was covering his head and shaking hard. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his expression seemed to be very painful.

"what happens?"

Wang Chao, who was nearest, supported his shoulders and handed him the kettle.

The warrior didn't drink, and he didn't react to Wang Chao's behavior. He just stared blankly at the Buddhist scripture in his hand, as if the Sanskrit text on it had some special magic power, firmly attracting his attention like a whirlpool. How could he escape? There is no escape either.

Wang Chao frowned, and even the most obtuse person could tell that something was wrong.

It seemed to be a spiritual influence. Looking around, he suddenly felt that it was difficult. There was no fellow disciple who practiced the spiritually inclined techniques such as Dream Club or Illusion Club. Originally, in the words of young people, people with such spiritual tendencies as Dream Club were not here. If you use the vocabulary of the game to describe the tendency skill, it is an absolute late-stage career. The later you go, the higher your cultivation level and the stronger your power.

And these people are only at the peak of physical training. In the later stage of the game, if you put it in the realm of martial arts, that is Waigang cultivation. Nowadays, there is no one in Jiuzhou in the Children's Palace who uses the dream and illusion skills, but with them The current combat strength was really not suitable for participating in this operation, so no one came. After all, their stage was in the future, so there was no rush.

It's just that they didn't expect that Tantric Buddhism actually has a method that affects the spirit. Didn't the information say that the spirit is a method that belongs exclusively to pure-blood dragons?

In fact, this is the battlefield. No matter how meticulous the plan is, it cannot cover all possibilities.

The battlefield is a place where anything is possible.

Now that they have really come into a circle, they have gained more experience and experience that no amount of books and discussions can give them.

"Let me do it."

The one who spoke was Yuanyuan.

Hearing this, the warriors subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the mixed breeds in Kassel have subconsciously become dependent on Lu Mingfei.

The warriors in the Children's Palace also planted their trust in Yuanyuan subconsciously.

This trust has even reached a level that is close to blindness.

In their view, as long as the senior sister takes action, there is nothing that cannot be done.

This is the image Yuanyuan has created through time and time again.

And this time too.

Yuanyuan pondered for a moment. She faced her fellow disciples who were attracted by the Buddhist scriptures and slowly put her hand on the sword.

The warriors who were paying attention to this scene seemed to be hallucinating.

In their eyes, the senior sister seemed to have disappeared, and only a sharp sword remained where she originally stood.

The sword's presence is so strong, and its form is so special. No matter whether you open or close your eyes, you can clearly perceive its position and shape.

Some warriors tried to see the appearance of this sword clearly, but no matter whether they opened their eyes or tried hard, they were unable. The sword was surrounded by a layer of chaotic fog, misty and hazy.

But a realization appeared in the hearts of the warriors at the same time.

This sword is Senior Sister, and Senior Sister is this sword.

The next second, the sword moved.

A silent moment.

It seems that even chaos can be separated.

Under the shocked gazes of the warriors, the sword slashed straight forward.

That's their classmate.

Chen Jiumo was about to scream and stop the senior sister.

But it doesn't have to be.

The round sword stopped.

The general will stop between the eyebrows of the same door.

Looking at his classmate again, the expression in his eyes suddenly changed, struggling between clarity and chaos. Finally, at a certain moment, the confusion of chaos disappeared, leaving only clarity.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, senior sister."

He nodded gratefully to Yuanyuan.

"You're welcome."

The warriors were still immersed in the shock caused by the previous scene, and they all looked at their senior sister. Suddenly, they found that the round sword was still in its sheath. Looking back carefully, all the things that happened before seemed to only exist. In the spiritual world, in reality, Yuanyuan has not even drawn the sword.

They suddenly remembered the Heart Sword that Lu Mingfei had mentioned in class. Could it be that what the senior sister used just now was the Heart Sword method?

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yuanyuan asked her classmate.

The warrior still looked frightened. He glanced at the Buddhist scriptures fearfully, and then looked away as if he was electrocuted.

After calming down a little and organizing his words, he spoke slowly.

"That's it, senior sister."

In his description, the culprit was this Buddhist scripture. Due to family reasons, he could read Sanskrit, so after reading the entire content of the Buddhist scripture, he was influenced by this book.

It was as if a voice kept whispering in his ear, talking about the darkest and most unspeakable desires in his heart, and even created a scene in front of him where these desires came true, with wine pools, meat forests, and three thousand beauties. He just felt He forgot everything, and an instinctive desire arose from the deepest part of his heart. The voice kept urging him to do all this, to get all this, them and them, everything belonged to them. you.

And the weirdest thing was that the whisper in his ear was clearly his own voice.

After listening to his description, the warriors fell into deep thought.

After discussion, they came up with several conjectures.

First of all, there is no doubt that Buddhist scriptures can influence the spirit in some way.

The question is what is the mechanism by which Buddhist scriptures influence the spirit?

What conditions need to be met?

One conjecture is that one must understand its meaning, that is, understand the Sanskrit, and then read the entire text on this basis.

Warriors have tried to let a person who does not understand Sanskrit read Buddhist scriptures. Even if they miss every word from beginning to end, there will still be no impact in the end.

So this conjecture is very likely.

Su Xiaoqiang proposed a new condition.

It’s mental power.

She believes that even if a person understands Sanskrit and reads the whole text, if the spirit is strong enough, there will be no impact.

As for how to prove it, the warriors all turned their eyes to their senior sister.

Yuanyuan blinked blankly.

If you want to prove it, the method is very simple. Let the fellow student who was unfortunate enough to be tricked tell Yuan Yuan the gist of the scriptures alone, and at the same time Yuan Yuan looks at the original text, a two-pronged approach to see what will happen.

They thought it was a foolproof thing.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in the end.

Yuanyuan's eyes were fixed on the last page of the Buddhist scriptures. She remained motionless, as if her spirit was really affected.

The warriors exchanged glances silently, their expressions gradually became solemn, and the air became thicker.

How is this going?

Senior sister, she is...

Just when they were about to take action, Yuanyuan moved.

she said confused.

"What a strange... visual image."

None of the warriors reacted.

What is... such a strange visual image?

Isn’t it that Senior Sister is reading Buddhist scriptures?

What does it have to do with our visualization of martial arts?

But someone soon came around.

A bizarre and bold idea came to mind.

Wait, could it be that... the senior sister saw the vision of our martial arts in the Buddhist scriptures?

This thing is just crazy.

Warriors are all familiar with visualizing images. This is a method they use to meditate during physical training. It is a necessary step to unite essence, energy and spirit to cultivate strength.

But this is a tantric sect and a refuge. The people you encounter along the way are either hybrids or deadpools. How could their martial arts methods appear here!

Yuanyuan is also struggling with this issue.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason, so I simply called Su Xiaoqiang, Wang Chao and others to repeat the previous steps.

but no.

All the warriors present tried it, and no one saw any visual images except that their spirits were affected.

Every time someone's spirit is affected, Yuanyuan will use the Heart Sword.

Taken together, Yuanyuan is the most special one. She will not be affected. Instead, she directly sees the strange visual image.

After thinking about it, I got it.

Yuanyuan carved the visual image she saw on the ground.

The warriors concentrated their attention.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...

The warriors finally understood why the senior sister would use weird words to describe this visual image.

They have read a lot of martial arts classics. After all, with such a generous teacher, Lu Mingfei never hides knowledge. On the contrary, he wishes you could empty all the martial arts classics from his head.

Therefore, after extensive reading, the dancers have a basic concept of what a visual image is.

But what Yuanyuan drew is too weird.

All visualization pictures refer to some aspect, such as the Golden Crow, the Yellow Liang, and the Thunder God.

But there is no reference to this hidden in the Buddhist scriptures at all.

It's just a mess.

It can't even be described as chaos.

Chaos is such a noble concept. It is the beginning of all things, the being of all things, and the nothing of nothing.

And this mess is just disorder, just depravity.

If you really want to use one to describe it.

This is probably the only one.

Fallen.