Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Buddhism accepts disciples, just by fate.

However, Xing Shu was still very interested in this Tianyin Pavilion. After all, he was still studying the jade guqin that Yan Xiao gave him. Through the sound of the piano, he sent his spiritual power to other people's bodies.

If this kind of ability can be trained well, it will definitely deliver more spiritual power to others, a wider range, and better results than relying on a single arrow.

But Xing Shu still doesn't understand the piano, so he can only play it on the basis of feeling. Although the effect of the pop-up is good (he thinks it is good), it is not a systematic study after all.

"If I didn't play this stringless piano, can I still join the Tianyin Pavilion?" Xing Shu carefully looked at the dark stone placed behind the young man.

"Yes...huh? Wait, what do you mean by that?" The young man lifted up his spirits: "Do you want to join our Tianyin Pavilion?"

"I want to learn the piano." Xing Shu pointed to the blue jade-colored nine-bead measuring spirit stone: "I don't have enough fate, can I get it together?"

After all, Xing Shu injected his spiritual power into the measuring spirit stone.

Xingshu still remembered the spiritual power attributes announced by the original owner, so he controlled it intentionally, so the light shining on the measuring spirit stone was as blue as the sky.

The pure white spirit orbs on the test spirit stone light up one by one, which can make the first spiritual orb of the intermediate nine-bead test spirit stone light up, at least for the monks in the foundation building period, and the second one is the monks in the consecration period. The fourth one is a monk in the fusion stage, the sixth one is a monk in the heartbeat stage, and the ninth one is a monk in the golden core stage.

Not surprisingly, Xingshu successfully lit up the nine pure white spirit beads, causing the entire intermediate-level spirit measuring stone to light up with a blue aura.

The brightness of this light is even more dazzling than the light of the testing spirit stone not far away that was selected for the test.

"Jin, why didn't the Jin Danian monks enter the election venue?"

When the light dissipated, the man who had patted Xing Shu's shoulder blinked, a little surprised.

"The line is too long, I am too lazy to line up, and the admission requires Jin Dan stage monks, so the subsequent selection test of the sect will only be more demanding, there are also a lot of metaphysical powers here, why should I be a stepping stone to others? Xingshu said as he snapped his fingers in front of the boy's eyes: "I'm back to my soul."

The boy blinked, and the curvature of his mouth was almost uncontrollable: "Well, huh? Are you really not going to the selection meeting? Do you want to come to our Tianyin Pavilion? I think it is completely possible! You don't need to test the stringless piano!"

"Hey! No ambition." There was contempt in the eyes of some people. Although they themselves hadn't even reached the Golden Elixir period, they thought that they had lined up somehow to fight for it, and the person in front of him was clearly capable, but not. I really don't have any fighting spirit if I am willing to fight for it.

Xing Shu didn't bother to pay attention to these people. After getting the promise of the young man, he came to the dark stone.

Only when I saw the shape of the stone, now that I was getting closer, Xing Shu noticed that there were some lighter textures on the stone, but because the stone was too dark, the textures looked like they were A layer of dust fell on it, and it looked a bit dirty from a distance.

Since there is a texture, it means that this is at least not a broken stone picked up at random to fool people.

Xingshu sat down cross-legged, put his hand in the middle of the rectangular stone, and gently flicked his index finger on the place where the strings should be placed.

"Zheng!—"

An ethereal sound that seemed to sway in my head suddenly resounded through the entire film being selected for the venue.

...

For a second or two, there was dead silence in the court.

Soon, as if dripping into oil, the entire venue exploded.

"Just...what's that sound?"

"What's ringing in my head!"

"Is it an illusion?"

"How can everyone have an illusion together!"

"It's so terrible that someone can forcibly enter everyone's sea of ​​consciousness at one time! Is it the power of the out-of-aperture period?"

Everyone was talking about it, no one noticed that in an inconspicuous corner, a man pretended to inadvertently remove his hand from a gray-looking stone, then raised his head and turned innocently. The name said in a dumbfounded voice: "Ah, it seems that I have nothing to do with it either."

Because the sound is sounded in everyone’s mind, no one listens to the starting point, so even if someone sees Xingshu making gestures on a broken stone, it’s difficult to compare the sound that sounded in his brain with that of Xingshu. The action is linked.

The moment Xing Shu heard the sound, a strange feeling surged in his heart, and that feeling told him that he must not easily pluck the stringless piano.

So Xingshu acted decisively and acted stupidly.

However, he wanted to pretend to be stupid, but the young man who had been looking at him didn't know immediately. He pointed at Xingshu with trembling fingertips and opened his lips slightly, as if he was about to blurt out something.

"What sound was that just now, did everyone hear it?" Xing Shu stood up from the side of Wuxianqin, and asked suspiciously.

"Who knows? It seems that everyone has heard it. It sounds like some kind of music."

Xing Shu said: "Pipa? Erhu? I don't understand this, I can't hear it."

The young man pointed to Xingshu, and then to the Shiqin.

Xing Shu cast a warning look at him.

The teenager reacted afterwards, quickly put away her hand, and tremblingly pinched a messenger talisman from her arms with trembling fingertips.

"Master... I, I seem, I seem to have found..."

An hour later, Xing Shu followed the young man to the door of a house that looked quite old.

If it weren’t for the two stone lions in front of the door that seemed to be somewhat aura, it would be hard to imagine Xingshu. The door in front of me, inside the door that had been patched with boards without knowing how many boards, lived a whole sect of people. .

Can such a gate really hold the martial art?

Xingshu thought of the Yunshan Sect's guarding formation, thought of the heavily guarded east gate of the Yunshan Sect, thought of the five mighty peaks in the Yunshan Sect, and fell into a long silence.

In fact, Xingshu was shocked. After all, whether it was the original owner or him, the sect that he first came into contact with was the Yunshan Sect, and the scale and operating mechanism of the Yunshan Sect had already impressed him.

Therefore, he subconsciously thought that no matter how small the sect was, as long as it could be called a "zong sect", the scale would not be so small.

However, in fact, no one stipulates how many people a sect must have, and no one stipulates where a sect must live, how much funds, and how powerful it is.

The preconceived thinking made Xing Shu fall into a blind zone of consciousness. It was not until reality was in front of him that Xing Shu suddenly understood that there was still such a sect, living in a dilapidated old house that had not known it existed for several years. , There are only a handful of living people inside, and the simple furnishings inside are stunned.

Well, it's as simple as a huge hall, with only one table, two chairs, and a group of shops neatly arranged together.

"Master is rushing back, Zimo, you sit here and take a rest." The boy took out two buns and placed them on the ground.

Xing Shu sat down on the group, and finally recovered from the shock, "You said before that you would teach me to play the piano. When can I start?"

The boy hurriedly said: "This can be done anytime, what kind of piano do you want to learn?"

"Guqin, Qixian, is it okay?" Xing Shu didn't intend to conceal: "I want to inject spiritual power into the piano sound, so that the spiritual power and the piano sound can be perfectly integrated, so that I can listen to what I feel and enjoy what I think. Same as I think."

After listening to Xingshu's words, the boy's original excited expression was instantly replaced by shock.

"You... how do you know the Le Ling realm of our Tianyin Pavilion?"

"What is the Le Ling Realm?"

"It's the kind of realm you just mentioned, combining the music you play with your own spiritual power." The boy said: "In fact, to reach this realm requires extremely high talents, and some people are born to be able to Comprehension, and some people can't do it in their entire life. Therefore, when our school recruits disciples, we will give top priority to those who are talented in the realm of Le Ling."

The young man sighed rather maturely: "I think back then, my Tianyin Pavilion was also a big sect on Feiliu Lake Island, but who would have thought that the talented new disciple in the realm of Le Ling Yue The fewer and fewer people have come. In the past 100 years, even one has disappeared, so Tianyin Pavilion gradually declined and faded out of people's vision."

"Where were the elders before Yin Pavilion that day?" Xing Shu was puzzled.

"Not anymore." A voice came in from outside.

Xing Zhu turned his head and saw a tall and thin figure dangling across the high threshold.

"Tianyin pavilion is good at governing people by sound and law, so whenever they fight, they always think of Tianyin pavilion for the first time." The tall and thin man said: "However, war is impossible to disappear, but monk Tianyin pavilion However, his spiritual power and cultivation base are limited. As long as the war does not stop, the bloodshed will not disappear. In order to heal the wounded, Tianyinge exhausts his own spiritual power, burns his cultivation base, and uses rhythm. Spread the power of healing."

After a pause, the tall and thin man said again: "So in the end, they almost exhausted their spiritual power, and they couldn't make a breakthrough in the end, they were old and dead."

Every time a level’s cultivation base is promoted, the life span will be extended by hundreds or thousands of years, but if he fails to break through to the next level within the prescribed period, then this means that he will die, and still For the cultivator, the most painful old age death.

The feeling of seeing myself getting old a little bit, but powerless to do anything, is really desperate.

The elites of the Tianyin Pavilion who have served several times have been exhausted in countless wars, large and small, and their minds have also been turbulent, and they cannot continue to make breakthroughs.

They saved thousands of people, but failed to save themselves.

They healed thousands of people, but failed to heal themselves.

As the Tianyin Pavilion elites left, Tianyin Pavilion gradually became depressed.