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Volume 4: Demonic Valley and Spiritual Valley Chapter 318: Your task is to chant sutras

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    "Continue to read with me, Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. Names can be named, but they are not named. There is no name for the beginning of heaven and earth. There is a name for the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonders. There is always desire to observe its beauty. These two are the same.  They have different names, but they are both called xuan.

    In a quiet valley somewhere in the back mountain of Chunyang Temple, Mao Xiaofang was holding a scroll of the Tao Te Ching, pronouncing the words clearly and reciting them in a cadence.

    Behind him, a group of people sat cross-legged on the ground, their eyes filled with anger and fear. Although there was no calming charm to suppress them, no one dared to move.

    These people, including an old man with a white face and a girl with short hair, are the disciples of Hentian Palace who followed Wu Shengnan to offend Chunyang Temple.

    As Mao Xiaofang finished reciting and looked over, these people quickly put away the negative emotions in their eyes and began to recite the moral scriptures taught by Mao Xiaofang one by one.

    "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The name can be named, but it is not named. The nameless beginning of heaven and earth. The named mother of all things"

    They have become very familiar with the recitation. Anyone who recites the same scripture a hundred or ten times can become familiar with it.

    But they read it without emotion and in a perfunctory manner.

    Mao Xiaofang glanced expressionlessly at the bronze bell hanging on a tree branch with a crooked neck.

    This copper bell is one meter high and half a meter in diameter. The body of the bell is carved with simple patterns, but there is no hammer inside the bell, which makes it look weird.

    This is a magic bell that Mao Xiaofang personally refined. It is also a special magic weapon. It requires a special brewing process before it will have a magical ability.

    And this special brewing process is to chant sutras to it.

    Mao Xiaofang and others finished reciting the sutra and said, "Now that you have memorized the Tao Te Ching. From today on, you will recite sutras in front of this bell. When will anyone be able to ring the bells in harmony?  I will let him go."

    What?  Bells and ringing?  Are you kidding? This clock is not alive, how can it ring in harmony?

    "You are deliberately tormenting us. A beheading will only leave a scar the size of a bowl. Rather than being teased by you like this, it is better to die and beg. I will not recite this sutra. If you have the guts, kill me." A young martial arts cultivator couldn't stand the stimulation.  He stood up angrily, looking like he was sacrificing himself generously.

    Mao Xiaofang said calmly: "Beheading only requires one knife, but you have forgotten that I am a Taoist. Even after you die, your soul is still there. I can also capture your soul and chant sutras here. If you can't pass, I won't let you go."  You are reincarnated as a lonely ghost."

    The generous young martial artist was stunned and speechless in horror.

    Damn it, I won¡¯t let you go even if I die.  How could it be so miserable?

    Mao Xiaofang continued: "If you want to do this, just keep standing."

    The young martial arts cultivator's legs went weak and he couldn't help but sit down, not daring to speak anymore.

    The others looked at each other, although they were also afraid.  But to let a bell ring and chant sutras is too mysterious.  It feels so unreliable.

    After pondering for a moment, the white-faced old man stood up and said with a cold expression: "Since Taoist Master Mao has given us a way out, let me give it a try first. However, as a master like Taoist Mao, I believe he must keep his word."

    Mao Xiaofang looked at him and said, "You don't have to worry. I keep my word and do what I say. If you can do it, I will let you go."

    The white-faced old man nodded and said, "That's good."

    After speaking, the white-faced old man looked at the bronze bell four or five meters away, with a smile in his eyes.

    "The bells are just ringing. If I can't do it, I just don't have enough cultivation. My Qi and blood are like pillars, and I can pull up mountains and rivers. With one breath, the bells ten meters away will ring for me. This thing is too simple.

    With pride in his heart, the white-faced old man began to circulate his energy and blood, and a terrifying wave was brewing in his body.

    ??This scene made everyone else couldn¡¯t help but widen their eyes, with surprise in their eyes.

    I almost forgot that the sound can also be cheated. As long as the blood gas resonates, the bell sound of the bell is still not catching?

    However, when this scene fell into Mao Xiaofang¡¯s eyes, he smiled, as if he was watching a good show.

    "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The name can be named, but it is not named. The nameless beginning of heaven and earth. The named mother of all things"

    Suddenly, the white-faced old man began to chant sutras, and his voice was like ripples on the water, spreading out layer by layer and heading towards the copper bell.

    This voice contained the powerful blood of the white-faced old man. Even the other martial arts cultivators with their backs turned to him felt dizzy and in pain. They couldn't help but cover their ears and open their mouths.

    However, when the sound reached the bronze bell, it was like a breeze meeting a hill, blowing by without a sound.

    The voice of the white-faced old man stopped suddenly, and he was shocked.

    How could there be no sound?  This is not scientific!According to the principle of sound propagation, wherever there are holes, cyclones will form and then reverberate.

    This bronze bell is so big, how could it be silent with the power of my own energy and blood!

    Not giving up, the white-faced old man once again circulated more energy and blood, and opened his mouth to spit out the sound of scriptures.

    But as always, when this sound met the bell, it didn¡¯t even make a sound.

    This time, the white-faced old man¡¯s expression changed. He looked at Mao Xiaofang solemnly and said, ¡°Taoist Master Mao, why is it that the copper bell cannot make any sound when it encounters such a loud sound wave? There is something wrong with this bell.¡±

    Mao Xiaofang said calmly: "Even if you make a sound, you still fail."

    The white-faced old man's face darkened and he said, "Taoist Master Mao, what you said doesn't make sense. You didn't say that sounds made with blood don't count."

    Mao Xiaofang said: "Indeed, I didn't say that. On the contrary, if you can really use the power of Qi and blood to vibrate the copper bell and emit the sound of scriptures, I will not only send you away, but I can also agree to your request."

    The white-faced old man felt something bad in his heart and asked hurriedly: "What does it mean for a copper bell to make a sutra sound?"

    Mao Xiaofang chuckled lightly, glanced at everyone who was also confused and said: "I forgot to introduce to you, this copper bell is the Dharma bell that I refined. Its real name is the Wanling Bell. It is still a semi-finished product and requires a special process.  , that is, you recite sutras to it, imprint your understanding of the Tao Te Ching and your understanding of life through reciting the Tao Te Ching, and cause the bells of all souls to ring, and the task is completed. "

    Having said this, Mao Xiaofang continued: "Just like me. Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. Names can be named, but they are not named. The beginning of the nameless heaven and earth. The named mother of all things"

    Mao Xiaofang began to recite the Tao Te Ching word for word in a cadence.

    Compared with everyone's emotionless chanting, the Tao Te Ching he recited seemed to contain something special. Once he heard it, people couldn't help but calm down and feel silently. It seemed that they gained something, seemed to think about something, and seemed to have something special.  I couldn't sense anything, but my mind slowly calmed down, and my spirit fell into an ethereal state.

    In vain.

    "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The name can be named, but it is not named. The nameless beginning of heaven and earth. The named mother of all things"

    A buzzing sound spread. This sound was obviously the sound of a bell, but when it fell into everyone's ears, it clearly conveyed the sound of the Tao Te Ching, and the sound was somewhat similar to Mao Xiaofang.

    Hearing the sound, everyone was shocked.

    Is it really possible?  It's amazing.

    For a moment, Mao Xiaofang stopped reciting the scriptures, and the ringing of the copper bell stopped abruptly. The feeling of peace that made everyone feel peaceful disappeared out of thin air, as if it was just an illusion before.

    "Remember, there are not so many requirements for the sound of bells. There is only one thing, sincerity, and the bells ring."
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