Xiao Hua suddenly felt sorry for Tan. He wanted to help Tan leave this place, so he asked, "Do you want to leave?"
"Yes ~"
Tan answered without hesitation, "I am the Sword Saint Pei Min, not the Three Saints and Five Absolutes Tablet!"
"Let me think of a way ~"
Xiao Hua smiled and said, "Let's see how we can get the best of both worlds!"
"Okay ~"
Tan answered, "I will help you first, and then you will help me!"
Xiao Hua did not answer Tan. Instead, he looked at the pale yellow huge sword, the Buddha figures lying, sitting, or looking up on the huge sword, and the various ghosts and monsters on the huge sword. He thought to himself, "If the existence of the Small Heavenly Realm is only for the advancement of the Second Rank of the Grand Pure Heaven Immortal, then the Three Saints and Five Absolutes Tablet has actually lost its essence because of the existence of time and space and the interference of the sword rhyme. Everyone can only see the rhyme of the Grass Saint's cursive script, but not the Buddhism in it. Everyone can only see the rhyme of the Painting Saint's painting scroll, but not the warnings of the ghosts and monsters in the scroll. Xiao only needs to create another Secret Realm and leave the Five Absolutes, no, he only needs to leave the rhyme of the painting, the rhyme of the words, and the rhyme of the sword rhyme!"
"Xiao's Jade Archive doppelgänger can do this easily, but the space created by the Jade Archive doppelgänger is confined by heaven and earth, and no one can understand it!"
"Xiao can only pass down the orthodoxy after understanding it by himself!"
"Hehe, with Xiao's understanding of the Primordial Taoist Immortal and the Third Rank of the Grand Pure Heaven Immortal, it is not difficult for these Grand Pure Heaven Immortals to advance to the Second Rank. But this Three Saints and Five Absolutes Tablet has to be made flawlessly!"
"Xiao Hua ~"
Seeing that Xiao Hua was silent, Tan asked timidly, "Is it not possible? You … don't need me? "
"Of course ~"
Xiao Hua made up his mind and said with a smile, "Without your help, how could Xiao comprehend the rhyme of the words, the rhyme of the painting, and the rhyme of the sword rhyme?"
"Hee hee ~"
Tan chuckled. The light yellow sword rhythm blew like the wind. "Shua ~" One of the six hundred and ninety-eight cursive characters flew out. This cursive character was clearly "Huai", but the rhythm of the characters in the strokes was like a gale. Each stroke was like the appearance of several Buddhas. Xiao Hua's gaze swept over, and the surrounding heaven and earth immediately changed...
"Namo Great Merciful Pessimistic Voice ~"
Xiao Hua couldn't help but recite Buddhist mantras because in his eyes, there was also a secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom other than the grand rhythm of time that could engrave the heavenly flower.
When Xiao Hua finished cultivating the cursive script on the Three Saints and Five Extremes Tablet, Xiao Hua lamented. He didn't care about how long it took. It could have been millions or even tens of millions of years. What he cared about was that this cursive script was clearly a secret realm.
However, the secret realm was a secret realm of the Heavenly Court. What was in its bones was a secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom!
Of course, the reason why the Heavenly Court's Confucian Immortals regarded this secret realm as a relic of the Past Saints was because this secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom had six hundred and ninety-eight faces. The faces were born from the heart. Each face could allow one to look down on life and see one's own face from this Buddha face. And this face was the key to breaking through the bottleneck.
This secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom was definitely not something that could be found in the Four Pieces of Ancient Poetry. Therefore, Xiao Hua was even more certain that this Grass Saint was Huai Su, and this Huai Su cultivated both Buddhism and Confucianism!
After comprehending the cursive script of the Grass Saint, Xiao Hua rested for a while. Once again, he came to the other side of Tan. In front of him, eight hundred and eighty-eight strange ghosts immediately attacked Xiao Hua's soul!
Different from the cursive script, the ghosts broke out from the scroll. Xiao Hua only had to think about it. He didn't even need Xiao Hua to use his skills. He immediately turned into the first ghost, and everything in front of him began to change …
"Namo Maitreya Buddha ~"
Xiao Hua was shocked. He immediately chanted the name of Buddha and began to comprehend and cultivate in confusion. He really didn't expect that he would encounter the secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom at the end of his trip to the Heavenly Court. Furthermore, the secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom in this scroll was even more secretive than the one in the cursive script. Even Xiao Hua couldn't see through it at a glance!
The secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom that imparted Dao through paintings was the same as the secret technique of the cursive script. One couldn't comprehend its essence without the rhyme of the painting. This might be difficult for others, but for Xiao Hua, who was proficient in both Confucian and Buddhist cultivation, it was like a fish in water. He used the rhyme of the painting to engrave the heavenly flower while turning into a ghost to comprehend the secret technique of the Buddhist Kingdom.
After spending an unknown amount of time, Xiao Hua finally finished comprehending the secret technique. In this secret technique, one could recite 888 lines and manifest 888 ghosts. Each of them could reflect a desire in one's heart. Once the desire was stimulated, the ghosts could also turn into the image of the desire!
This was also why there were 888 ghosts on the scroll. In the thirty-sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, there were all kinds of Confucian immortals' outlines that could be comprehended and cultivated!
Xiao Hua removed the last ghost from the surface of his body and raised his head to look at the radiant painting wall. He couldn't help but sigh, "This Painting Saint is too powerful. Not to mention that the rhyme of the painting is unparalleled in the celestial heavens, the lines of the scroll are elegant, the brushwork is upright, and the momentum is majestic. It's really like Wu Dai facing the wind. Just this brush alone is able to vividly draw out the ghosts in one's heart and the desires of the gods and Buddhas outside. Even Xiao can't escape from it. No wonder it can be mentioned in the same breath as the Grass Saint, Wild Grass Buddha!"
When Xiao Hua moved and looked at the other side, his heart skipped a beat. "Huai Su's cursive script looks arrogant on the surface and is as black as night, but it has the image of a Buddha on the inside. Wu Daozi's painting scroll looks like a Buddha on the surface and is as bright as day, but there are ghosts on the inside. These two are different on the surface and are extremely warning. The cursive script is born from one's heart, and the painting scroll is born from one's heart. Then, what about the rhyme of the sword that separates the two? "
Xiao Hua looked at the sandalwood sword with a lightning-like gaze. He already had a premonition in his heart. Among the billions of sword immortals in the Heavenly Courts, no one dared to call themselves a Sword Sage. But why was this Sword Sage named Pei Min so unique?
As if sensing Xiao Hua's thoughts, just as Xiao Hua's gaze landed on the sandalwood sword, there was a boom. The pale yellow rhyme of the sword vibrated in the surroundings. Hundreds of thousands of sword beams flashed at the same time. Each sword beam seemed to split open a cycle of reincarnation, and each sword beam seemed to bring with it a strong sense of benevolence …
"The Buddhist Sword is also the Intellectual Sword ~"
"The sword that severs the heart, thoughts, and images ~"
"Pei Min, the Sword Sage of Humans. Pei Min's Sword, the Saint of Swords!"
"The sword that cleaves through all obstacles, the sword of the inferior, the sword that desires blood and slaughter, the sword of the intermediate, the sword that cleaves through mountains and rivers, the sword of the superior, the only thing that cannot be severed, the sword that severs the heart, thoughts, and images, the sword that is the Holy Sword!"
Looking at the hundreds of thousands of sword beams, Xiao Hua murmured. The future incarnation of time transformed into a sword, and under the guidance of Tan, fell into the first sword beam!
All kinds of sword wills were born from the thought, and all kinds of sword beams were extinguished in response. In the Heavenly Courts, Xiao Hua was probably the only one who knew a thing or two about the Intellectual Sword.
There were a total of 129,600 sword beams. Xiao Hua didn't know how long he had been cultivating. When he broke free from the last sword beam, there was a boom. The sandalwood sword vibrated, and the black-colored cursive script broke free from the ink cloth. The ghosts of light flew out from the painting wall. The pale yellow rhyme of the sword that filled the surroundings was also rapidly condensing!
"What … what's going on?"
Tan's voice sounded in Xiao Hua's ears. It was a little panicked.
"Don't worry ~"
Xiao Hua looked at the human figure condensed by the black-colored, light, and pale yellow colors. He also saw that the time around him was beginning to be torn apart. He smiled and said, "Just wait and see. Wait for Xiao to give you freedom!"
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