Chapter 20:
"The assassin has been killed by this marquis, all retire, don't make excessive noise so as not to startle the family, pack up the body and bury it deeply. Powerful crossbow guards, stranger sword guards all retire."
The light from the torches shone against Marquis Wuwen Hong Xuanji's face, which was the color of a crown of jade, flickering.
On the ground were two daoists who had been pierced through the chest by long swords.
Behind Hong Xuanji was a row of swordsmen who stood bow-stepping, long swords sheathed, wearing heavy iron armor but breathing as easily as a feathered coat, their aura of biting coldness so pugnacious that it penetrated their bodies.
This is the elite guards in the Houfu, "Stranger Sword Guard"!
Their hands of hundred refined steel long knife, all are four fingers wide, almost one person to long, everyone stood there, fierce seems to be able to even people with horses together split in half.
That is the special "Stranger Sword", Hong Xuanji when he was young, once was with the "Stranger Sword Soldiers" with eight hundred infantry, against the Yunmeng Empire's one thousand black armored elite cavalry, to create the myth of the foot to break the cavalry.
The "Stranger Sword Guards" in the mansion now are only thirty people, but they are all the elite of the "Stranger Sword Guards", Hong Xuanji's personal soldiers.
Inside the "Stranger Sword Guards", any one of them is a martial artist who can defeat dozens of soldiers with his bare hands.
Not to mention that they are fully armored and armed with "Stranger's Sword".
This kind of corpse mountain blood sea trips out of the martial arts warrior, thousands of troops easy to open, ghosts and gods can not approach!
What's even more frightening is that there are thirty to forty guards scattered around holding powerful crossbows, arrows already strung, vigilantly aiming around, ready to aim and launch at any time.
This is the Houfu's "powerful crossbow guards"!
The crossbow in their hands, a color of dark red, there is also an aiming scale on the body. The tightly collapsed strings were full of power, and just by looking at it, one would feel that the arrow had already passed through the body!
This is the Da Qian dynasty special "God arm crossbow", a full three stone {that is, three hundred pounds} of power, even if the warriors have to foot to stomp open the arrow on the string, these crossbowmen actually use their hands can easily pull open!
The "Divine Arm Crossbow" could penetrate iron armor at 50 paces!
Thirty to forty crossbows fired precisely in unison, even the most powerful martial arts masters would have to be hated on the spot.
Stranger swords guards bowed and flashed their swords to protect the surroundings, powerful crossbow guards strung iron arrows scattered around, Hong Xuanji stood on the spot, in the firelight, in the brocade clothes and purple gold crown, he seemed to be a martial arts giant that could never be knocked down.
"Extinguish the torches! Don't alarm the family! Dead bodies carried away! Burial in a deep pit!" After hearing Hong Xuanji's words, a leader of the Stranger Sword Guards raised his hand.
Clang!
Thirty swords were sheathed with only one sound, frighteningly neat.
The torches went out at the same time, leaving only starlight.
"Marquis, the end of the line is late, please punish the marquis!"
That leader of the Stranger Sword Guards took a step forward and stood in front of Hong Xuanji, then made a false salute of kneeling down on one knee.
He did not kneel down because the iron armor on his body was heavy and he could not perform a full salute. The "Cold Steel Heavy Armor" of the Daqian Dynasty was made of cold iron, fully clothed, weighing one hundred and twenty pounds. Only generals with strong martial arts skills could wear it and still move freely.
"I only spoke two words with the assassin, and you guys came out with your armor on and weapons in hand, this kind of action, it's even three breaths faster than when you were in the middle of the army, how could I chastise you."
Martial Marquis Hong Xuanji said, pressing his hand downwards, "Undress your armor and go back to sleep."
"But, Marquis, your safety ...."
"Those who can kill me in this world, besides the immortals who have cultivated beyond Yang Shen, there are also human immortals who are the ultimate in martial arts. Unfortunately, these two kinds of people, the world has not yet been able to come out ........"
Hong Xuanji looked up at the sky, "Bai Ziyue, since you're coming to fight me, don't let me down just yet."
Watching the ministry exit, Hong Xuanji remembered the wandering soul he felt just now, "That wandering soul has been injured by me, even if it slips away, it's no big deal, the soul is shocked and injured excessively, but it can't be recovered, it will run out of gas in more than ten days."
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Hong Yi's wandering soul drifted out violently, wolfishly shocked.
Fortunately, he is a wandering soul, invisible, can penetrate the wall into the object without obstruction, otherwise it would have been crashed into a bloody head.
Waiting to run to the northwest corner of the marquis residence of their own small courtyard inside, the soul returned to the shell.
It was a feeling of survival after a robbery.
"Readers talk about calm and collected, when things are not tight, even if the knife and axe are added, the heart does not jump and the eyebrows do not wrinkle, such a realm of cultivating the heart and fixing the mind, it seems that I am still far from being able to reach it."
After an old half day, Hong Yi was a little bit unable to settle down, feeling very tired, but just couldn't sleep or rest.
There was a swelling and painful feeling in his head.
"This is injuring the divine soul ....."
Hong Yi knew that he had just wandered into the main house and was overly shocked, coupled with the wandering soul running wildly all the way, he had already injured his divine soul.
Great joy injures the soul, great sadness injures the soul, great fear, great dread, great shock, great shock, are all very injurious to the soul. This is not to say that people who cultivate know this, even the scholar knows this.
Some scholars, occasionally see a wonderful woman, go back to the tea and rice, all day long obsession, ten days and a half months to lose weight, and finally died of a serious illness, but also hurt the soul.
After hurting the spirit, the person's energy is very fatigue, but just can't settle down, and can't rest well. The whole day and night insomnia and forgetfulness, upset.
Hong Yi's spirit could not concentrate or be quiet, let alone recovering to the point where his heart was like calm water.
After burning a sandalwood incense to calm his mind, Hong Yi washed his hands again, and then rubbed the ink to calm his mind and wrote the word "quiet".
But now, this method actually does not work.
The heart can not be quiet, affecting the font are crooked, hairy edges, calligraphy is a big loss of standard.
"The heart can not be quiet, "quiet" character naturally can not write well. This kind of font shows the frizziness of my heart...I wonder if father has discovered me, and if he has seen any clues?" Hong Yi looked at the fussy words on the table and rubbed the paper off.
"I can't sleep, I can't quiet my mind, if I hurt my mind like this, I'll lose my soul, I'm afraid that in less than ten days, I'll die of exhaustion." Hong Yi smiled bitterly.
"Well, it's better to take a look at the Maitreya Sutra."
Hong Yi pulled out the Maitreya Sutra again from the place where his body was attached to the flesh, spread it out on the bed, and admired it through the starlight outside.
This time, he was not reading the content of the sutra, but purely admiring the scroll's words and the portrait in the center from the perspective of admiring a word painting.
"I'm afraid that even the contemporary great calligrapher Wang Kai Zhi can't write this character, if I had such a character, I wouldn't have to do the sutra during the imperial examinations, I would have written it up and gotten high school. The charm of this Maitreya Buddha is also unrivaled in the world. Even the painting saint Qian Daozi, who specializes in painting religious figures, can definitely not draw it ......"
Painting Saint Qian Daozi, the most accomplished painter in the Da Qian Dynasty, was the best at painting religious figures, once countless Taoist temples and Buddhist temples had asked him to paint pictures of Gods and Immortals, and the price of each painting was worth ten thousand gold.
"The reason why the Maitreya Sutra is the supreme sutra does not lie in how profound his techniques are, and there are no shortcuts to the path of cultivation. It's impossible for even the most skillful technique to become a Yang God in a single cultivation. But this sutra honors the divine charm of calligraphy and painting ...... words, pictures, and contains the purest essence of Buddhism. Although I don't revere Buddhism, I can't help but have admiration for such a painting art, the divine charm ....."
Suddenly, a glimmer of clarity arose in Hong Yi's heart.
He was appreciating the art of calligraphy and painting with a pure vision.
As soon as this trace of clarity appeared, that Maitreya Buddha was deeply engraved in his head.
Rumble!
It was as if Hong Yi's soul suddenly had this extra Buddha hanging in the void.
Contemplating this past Buddha that looked like the face of his past life, Hong Yi's mind was suddenly incomparably peaceful, feeling the endless emptiness, the sky and the earth, let me roam.
Hong Yi's mind is incomparably calm, and there is no longer a feeling of hurt. Rather, the divine soul is warm, as comfortable as bathing in a hot spring.
He fell asleep and had a dreamless night.
Once he woke up, it was already dawn again.
"Sleeping so well, it seems like it's dawn as soon as I fall down."
Hong Yi got up in the morning, propped up a lazy waist, between breaths, refreshed, opened his mouth and exhaled, actually did not have a bit of bad breath flavor.
Last night's night that kind of feeling after hurting his spirit, panic and uncertainty, fatigue, but unable to sleep completely disappeared, and replaced by an infinite confidence and fulfillment.
Hong Yi knew that the damage to his divine soul was all healed.
The cultivation of the Maitreya Sutra did not lie in how profound the techniques were, the greatest efficacy was the picture on the sutra, after comprehending the divine essence, visualizing this Buddha in one's thoughts could suppress all horrors and eliminate joy. Quickly repair the damaged soul.
When a person cultivates, the divine soul comes out of the shell, and inevitably there are various kinds of damage. And by visualizing the portrait of the Maitreya Sutra, one can repair the divine soul at the fastest speed.
It was like a person who practiced martial arts, it was unavoidable to have an injured tendon. "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken tendon, but if there is an elixir, and you put it on the tendon on the first day and it heals on the second day, then the martial arts practitioner will be able to heal as fast as he can. Then how fast would this martial arts practitioner progress in speed? How powerful would it be?
The Buddha on the Maitreya Sutra, the pinnacle of the Way of Painting, viewed and stored in the thoughts of the soul, is as effective as a panacea! There was a supreme tranquilizing miracle.
Overnight, all of Hong Yi's damaged souls were restored.
Such a state, even Hong Xuanji was not expected.
