"Where did the inspiration for your sword slaying come from?" Buddha asked.

Huh?

Yu Mo looked at the Buddha in surprise, but he didn't expect him to ask this question.

Yu Mo has always claimed that Jiejian is his own swordsmanship. Why does the Buddha have this question?

The Buddha seemed to be deeply afraid that Yu Mo would not understand, and added: "As Xia Baichuan said, your swordsmanship is similar to his heavenly sword, the heavenly sword comes from another world, and the inspiration for your robbery also comes from another world. a world?"

Geek!

Yu Mo seemed to hear the sound of his heart falling from midair to the ground.

The Buddha's eyes were like torches, and he even guessed this. He guessed it too accurately, and it was so close to the truth.

"As long as you answer me, I will translate Sanskrit for you." The Buddha said.

Yu Mo was noncommittal and said, "Buddha, why are you so interested in my robbery sword?"

"Your robbery sword doesn't look like a sword technique that can appear in this world, so I'm very curious about the source of its inspiration." The Buddha looked at Yu Mo with a stern look, without giving in at all.

"It turns out that you have been laying the groundwork for so long because you want to know about this." Yu Mo suddenly realized, and chuckled: "Haha, but I regret to tell you that it can't be as you wish."

The Buddha was incredulous and asked, "Don't you want to practice the Yi Jin Sutra?"

Yu Mo shook his head: "Of course I want to practice Yi Jin Jing, but you are not the only one who knows Sanskrit in this world."

"Do you want someone else to translate it for you?" The Buddha advised: "The Book of Yi Jin is the treasure of Tianlong Temple, and outsiders can only translate the fur, but not the essence of it. Moreover, it is a martial art. Classics, one mistake may lead to misunderstanding, translation by outsiders is a very dangerous thing, and I hope you think twice before you act."

Yu Mo laughed loudly: "Buddha, thank you for your kindness. I really can't trust other people's translations, so I will translate it myself."

"What!" No matter how hard it was for the Buddha to remain calm and calm, he blurted out and asked, "You also understand Sanskrit?"

Yu Mo smiled lightly: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

The Buddha looked at him up and down, and said that he could not believe that Yu Mo knew Sanskrit. Sanskrit is not like ordinary language, it is very esoteric and obscure, not to mention the translation of classics, it is even more difficult.

"Could it be that you have already practiced the Yi Jin Sutra?" the Buddha asked.

Yu Mo nodded: "Yes, a little success."

The Buddha opened his mouth wide, and a Buddha's heart seemed to be shaken.

Seeing the unbelievable look of the Buddha, Yu Mo said, "Actually, Sanskrit is not that difficult, as long as you master its essence, but the Sutra of Yi Jin is really powerful. This is the name of Yi Jin."

The Buddha's mouth grew a little more, and a scream came out from the depths of his throat, shouting loudly: "What are you talking about? Open up a new path, are you sure you are talking about the Yi Jin Jing?"

The Buddha walked quickly to Yu Mo, the two were close at hand, their eyes were facing each other, and the Buddha stared at Yu Mo with a fiery look.

Yu Mo was surprised when he saw Buddha's gaffe.

During the time when he met the Buddha, he has always been calm, and he looks like an expert outside the world. Why is he so restless at this moment? Totally out of his style.

"Of course it's the Yi Jin Jing, isn't it?" Yu Mo asked blankly, and he was almost confused by the Buddha.

The Buddha shook his head in a daze: "Wrong, a big mistake! Yi Jin Jing is not about opening up a new path at all, but washing the tendons and cutting the marrow. As for the path of internal force, it is no different from other kung fu."

"what?"

Now it was Yu Mo's turn to be surprised.

The Buddha looked at him in a daze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What kind of Yi Jin Jing are you cultivating? I have never heard of it, and I have never seen it."

Yu Mo hurriedly took out the Yi Jin Jing and said, "That's what I'm practicing on. Could it be that you gave it wrong?"

Neither of them could remain calm.

Yu Mo wanted to see the Buddha's joke. The Buddha asked for something, but they didn't achieve their respective goals. Instead, both of them were shocked and looked like a ghost.

The Buddha stared at the Yi Jin Jing, shook his head like a rattle, and said, "I didn't give it wrong, how could I give it wrong. This is the Yi Jin Jing, you really practice according to it?"

Yu Mo nodded heavily: "Of course, there is no half-truth. If you don't believe me, see."

Yu Mo opened the Yi Jin Jing, and the Sanskrit characters were displayed one by one.

Ling Yao also came up and saw the curved Sanskrit characters. She had two big heads, and it really seemed like she was reading a book from heaven.

She stuck out her tongue, thinking that Sanskrit was too complicated.

The Buddha also stared at the Yi Jin Sutra, which was still the Sanskrit script he was familiar with, and the familiar content was not wrong at all.

"Is that right?" Yu Mo asked.

"That's right." The Buddha replied affirmatively.

Yu Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, you look at these Sanskrit words, like little tadpoles, walking around, and then forming a new path of internal force..."

"Wait a minute!" The Buddha shouted, interrupting Yu Mo's words. He widened his eyes and stared at the Yi Jin Jing, convinced that it was no different from what he knew. Staring at Yu Mo, he said, "Little tadpole, where did the little tadpole come from?"

I am afraid that Buddha never thought that he would be so rude.

The fact is that he does not lose his temper.

He is really going crazy, what little tadpole, what new path, what the **** is that?

Total nonsense.

Yu Mo stopped, looked at the Buddha in a daze, and then lowered his head to look at the Yi Jin Jing, that's right, the little tadpoles in the Sanskrit culture are still wandering, right in front of his eyes.

Could it be that what he saw with his own eyes could be wrong?

Isn't this hell.

Yu Mo pointed to a small tadpole, and moved his fingertips with the small tadpole, and said, "Look, isn't this a small tadpole? It's still wandering. Don't you know Sanskrit? Why can't you understand it at all, are you? Didn't you lie to me? Actually, you don't understand Sanskrit at all."

Looking at Yu Mo's suspicious eyes, the Buddha was about to go crazy, so he quickly clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, only to stabilize his mind a little, otherwise, the Buddha's mind would be confused by Yu Mo.

"I don't know Sanskrit, you can really joke. I studied and studied Sanskrit in Tianlong Temple since I was a child. You actually said that I don't understand Sanskrit, haha."

"Then you understand, didn't you see the little tadpole?" Yu Mo asked suspiciously.

The Buddha waved his hand and shouted, "Don't mention the tadpoles again. Where did the tadpoles come from? When did Sanskrit become the tadpoles? Are you deliberately amusing me?"

Yu Mo rubbed his ears, blinked his eyes hard, looked at the lost soul, as if he was going crazy, and asked, "You said that Sanskrit will not become a tadpole?"

The Buddha stared wide-eyed and said, "Of course not! Don't mention tadpoles to me."

Yu Mo smacked his mouth and stared straight at the Yi Jin Jing. Those little tadpoles were still in sight and kept wandering. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that I made a mistake?"