"Donor Yu."
Wuhua clasped his hands together and looked at Yu Zhi nervously.
He didn't know what Yu Zhi had in mind, but Master said people's hearts are sinister, and the most sinister one was the donor Yu in front of him.
Yu Zhi raised his eyebrows and said sincerely: "Master Wuhua also heard from the Marquis just now that going to Meteor Cliff this time is very dangerous. Those villains must have set countless traps to deal with us. This one If we are not careful, we will die without a burial place."
"I'm scared!"
Yu Zhi slapped his chest in fear, as if he was about to die.
Wu Hua also responded sincerely: "Donor Yu, don't worry. Although the monk has a low level of cultivation, he will do his best to protect Donor Yu. I, the Buddha, are compassionate."
Yu Zhi still looked worried and said: "Master Wuhua, it's not that I don't believe you. As the saying goes, it's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. There are mountains of swords and seas of fire on Meteor Cliff, and killers will attack. Those critical moments are It is difficult for a tenth-grade master to estimate the safety of others."
"So, I still like to have my life in my own hands."
Listening to what Yu Zhi said, Wuhua couldn't help but feel that it made sense. She frowned slightly on her fair and tender face, thinking carefully about Yu Zhi's words.
If it's really too late to rescue Donor Yu, wouldn't this cost another life?
Amitabha, sin, sin... Wuhua clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Yu's concerns are not unreasonable. May I ask Donor Yu if there is any good solution?"
Come on, come on, little monk, you're still too young... Yu Zhi looked at Wu Hua's expression, rolled his eyes, and continued: "As the saying goes, too many skills are too overwhelming. Otherwise, Master Wu Hua Teach me the one-flower-one-world?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuhua's white and rosy little face became extremely twisted, and the golden mark between his eyebrows also wrinkled.
One flower, one world is a secret skill of Buddhism. The only practitioners in Xuankong Temple are the young monk and the old monk Xuan Song.
This secret skill must not be passed on to anyone else.
"Amitabha. This is the secret skill of Buddhism. A young monk cannot make the decision without permission and pass it on to others. I hope Donor Yu can forgive me." Wuhua said apologetically.
Yu Zhi said sincerely: "That's not what you said. In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, which shows the great mercy of the Buddha. He was willing to use his own flesh and blood to save the eagle. Now in the eyes of Master Wuhua, isn't my life worse than the rules of Buddhism? ?”
"Master Wuhua, do you want to watch me die?"
When Wuhua heard this, she felt even more guilty. It's as if Yu Zhi's death was his fault.
Amitabha, no, the monk must not let anything happen to Donor Yu.
Wuhua gritted his teeth and said with a serious look: "All living beings are equal. How can a young monk stand by and watch when all living beings are suffering?"
When Yu Zhi heard this, he smiled secretly in his heart. This little monk was too easy to deceive.
"That's right, that's right. Rules are dead, but people are alive. How could Master Wuhua just watch me die?"
Wuhua looked at Amitabha again and looked at Yu Zhi seriously. "It's not that the young monk sticks to the rules and is unwilling to teach one flower, one world. But this secret skill is not only precious, but also requires the help of the Buddhist temple to practice it. The young monk has practiced hard for ten years before he can use it. For Donor Yu, this is not a day. merit."
Yu Zhi didn't expect it would be so troublesome.
The Buddhist sea of suffering can only be found in Xuankong Temple. So to practice this secret skill, you still need to stay in Xuankong Temple?
Yu Zhi was about to wave his hands and let it go when Wuhua said again: "Now that the war is about to begin, the young monk has another skill that may be useful to Donor Yu."
Yu Zhi's eyes were shining, and he didn't have to practice any kind of flower world.
The main reason is that Yu Zhi's martial arts skills are really lacking at the moment, and he always feels like he's at his wits' end when fighting.
Turning to the young monk for help now is really just a last resort.
"The young monk did not practice many martial arts in Xuankong Temple. Apart from One Flower and One World, it is the Buddhist Golden Bell. This martial skill is strong in defense and will definitely be of great benefit to Donor Yu."
Yu Zhi swallowed his saliva, the Buddhist Golden Bell Cover, the reputation of this martial art was widely spread throughout Chu.
According to legend, this is the basic chapter of the lost secret skill of Buddhism - the six-foot golden body. If you want to practice the six-foot golden body, you must first practice the "Golden Bell".
"But that famous "Golden Bell"?" Yu Zhi asked.
Wuhua nodded and put his hand on Yu Zhi's wrist. A subtle stream of true energy entered Yu Zhi's body along his meridians.
"The "Golden Bell" is the most powerful defensive method in Buddhism. The master once said that when this secret skill is practiced to the extreme, even the master of swordsmanship cannot break through the defense of the golden bell. Now the young monk handed over the method of moving the true energy to Yu Donor, if you can learn a little more from the battle in the future, you can give Donor Yu a little more hope of survival."
Yu Zhi was overjoyed. Regardless of whether the martial arts was killing or defensive, as long as it was a superior martial skill, it would be excellent.
Wuhua concentrated on controlling the flow of Qi so that Yu Zhi could feel it carefully.
"Donor Yu, if it wasn't to save your life, this young monk would definitely not teach the secret skills of Buddhism to others. After returning to the temple, the young monk will definitely make atonement in front of the Buddha. Donor Yu, please don't teach this skills to others." Wuhua said seriously. said.
Yu Zhi also solemnly said: "I swear that I will never teach this skill to outsiders, otherwise, the sky will strike like lightning."
Qing Huan and Ruoruo are not considered outsiders.
Tong'er is no longer an outsider.
My uncle and aunt are all my dearest relatives and friends. How can I be considered an outsider?
Yu Zhi continued: "Master Wuhua, treat me like this and save my life. I can't repay you, so why not become brothers of the opposite sex with Master. From now on, we will share blessings and share hardships. From now on, you are mine." Yes, what’s yours is mine, regardless of each other!”
Anyway, I don’t have much. The young monk is Xuan Song’s disciple, so he must be a treasure.
Wei Wuji and Ye Qinghuan were stunned by this shameless behavior. Ye Qinghuan had seen it before and still had some resistance, but this was the first time for Wei Wuji to see it. It was more than jaw-dropping to describe it.
"Young Master Ye." Wei Wuji asked tentatively, "Young Master has always been like this..."
Ye Qinghuan never felt that knowing Yu Zhi was an unlucky thing.
"Yu Zhi is a straightforward person. He... is very sincere."
sincere. The first person to use this word to describe Yu Zhi was Qiu Ruoruo.
In Qiu Ruoruo's words, Brother Xiaoyu is very sincere whether he begs for help or takes advantage.
Wei Wuji looked at Yu Zhi, who was arm-in-arm with Wuhua, and laughed awkwardly.
"This is quite different from his father."
Ye Qinghuan also smiled, "Yu Zhi, he is a very good person. There are few people in the world who can be as affectionate and righteous as him."
Ye Qinghuan recalled the first time he met Yu Zhi and everything he followed Yu Zhi, with a satisfied arc at the corner of his mouth.
Wei Wuji looked at Ye Qinghuan's expression and said happily: "The young master is lucky to have a friend like you."
Who is Ye Qinghuan? He tops the Qingyun Trial Ranking list and is the youngest swordsman in history to enter the Open Monument.
If he intends to join a sect, no matter which sect he is in, they will devote all their resources to cultivating him.
Wei Wuji really felt that the Yu family had taken advantage.
Ye Qinghuan looked at Wei Wuji and said seriously: "Master Hou is wrong. I am lucky to know Yu Zhi."
Wei Wuji was startled and thought to himself: It seems that I don’t know enough about the young master.
On the other side, Wuhua's heart trembled, unable to understand the meaning of Yu Zhi's words, but he was very wary of Yu Zhi's overflowing enthusiasm.
"Donor Yu, monks have been far away from the world of mortals and should not be tainted with the world. I'm sorry that I can't agree to this."
"Are you looking down on me?"
"No, no, the donor misunderstood."
"Misunderstanding?" Yu Zhi pretended to be angry, "Don't you Buddhists say that all living beings are equal? You clearly look down on me!"
Wuhua was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and the Buddhist debates he usually learned in the temple were choked in his throat.
Master, where are you? Come and save the little monk!
When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain.
When the little monk meets the little scoundrel Yu Zhi, how can he be his opponent?
Facing Yu Zhi, who looked like a wolf and a tiger, Wuhua closed her eyes tightly, silently recited the Heart Sutra, and nervously twirled the rosary beads in her hand.
Yu Zhi kept chattering for half an hour and finally gave up.
In the middle of the night, Yu Zhi began to practice "The Golden Bell". When Wu Hua taught him how to circulate Qi, Yu Zhi discovered that one of the meridians coincided with the little man diagram that Yu Zhi practiced.
Those meridians that have been broadened or even reshaped can still smoothly circulate these Qi.
The heart is the most important organ in the human body.
The first three pictures of the little people are about cultivating the heart. Now the more I practice martial arts, the more I find that a strong heart is also very beneficial to the flow and operation of true energy.
Yu Zhi silently recited the mental method of "Golden Bell Cover", and the true energy flowed in the meridians, like steaming heat overflowing the whole body.
This technique is also a method of refining the body. After it is completed, the golden light overflows and turns into a golden bell, which is indestructible.
If others start to practice "The Golden Bell" without any foundation, it must be very difficult. Buddhism’s secret skills are difficult to practice.
Even Wuhua spent a lot of time and months to master the "Golden Bell".
Fortunately, Yu Zhi was burned twice by Biluo Qingyan, and he was almost burned to death the second time.
This body of flesh and blood has reached the peak of his current stage.
By practicing "Golden Bell", you will get twice the result with half the effort.
In the early morning, the sky turned white, and a ray of morning light penetrated the forest and fell on everyone.
There was some white smoke in the bonfire, and the sparks flickered a few times, but eventually lost their light.
When Ye Qinghuan woke up, he saw Wuhua staring at Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi practiced all night, and his clothes were soaked with sweat under the surge of true energy. At this moment, a faint golden light covered Yu Zhi's body, like a golden armor, unbreakable.
Wu Hua showed joy. This was the genius that Master said. In just one night, he could cultivate to the point where golden light overflowed.
The true energy surged again, and the golden light disappeared instantly, finally disappearing into the depths of his eyes.
An extremely slight bell sounded in everyone's ears.
"Amitabha. Donor Yu, you have extraordinary talent. The great achievement of this skill is just around the corner."
