"How strange!"
Under the bright and frosty moonlight, Li Muchan walked half a circle around the monk's robes on the table. As his sight shifted and changed, the outline of the Buddha's shadow became more complete and clear.
And those flowing brilliance are thin silk threads that are invisible to the naked eye. They have been mixed into them with extremely clever techniques. They shine under the moon and are extremely difficult to detect.
"Sure enough, it contains a great secret."
It's not that he hasn't thought about this before, but unfortunately he didn't get anything except a few Buddhist scriptures. He thought he was overthinking it, but he didn't expect such an unusual change.
Moreover, this object is still magical. It seems to be the same as the "Dasou Magic Hand". It is woven from the thousand-year-old ice silk of the Western Region. It is indestructible to swords, water and fire, and even more difficult to break than the golden silk armor on his body. There is no way to do it. Take action.
Seeing this, Li Muchan simply lifted up the monk's robe and covered it entirely on the window. Within a moment, the rich moonlight penetrated the monk's robe, and the light and shadow converged, and a blurry silhouette of a seated Buddha appeared on the wall of the room. .
"There is no sign of self, no sign of no one, no sign of living beings, no sign of lifespan..."
Beside the Buddha's shadow, several scriptures are very eye-catching.
Li Muchan frowned and concentrated, and his mind changed: "I wonder if the old lama noticed something strange? With his careful mind, it should not be difficult to find this Buddha shadow. Could it be that he failed to decipher the mystery within it?"
His eyes flickered, and he turned his gaze to the thin lines.
From top to bottom, the only thing that stands out from the whole treasure is these crystal filaments. Is there something mysterious about it?
Thinking in his mind, Li Muchan subconsciously stretched out his hand and twisted it. His eyes were slightly opened and the thread could actually twitch.
But he stopped.
It turned out that just after looking at it, Li Muchan discovered that the stitching lines of the monk's robe seemed to be based on these silk threads. If they were removed, this unique and precious garment would be destroyed.
Not only is this ice silk silk extremely thin and tough, it is also extremely sharp. Once it is spread out, if you want to re-weave it, I am afraid even the most skilled craftsman of the "Tang Sect", Mrs. Xu, may not be able to do it again, let alone It's as good as ever, but the energy and time spent must be unimaginable.
Li Muchan also understood. The old lama must have seen through the secret, but he stopped at this step. In addition, he was afraid of Xiao Li's flying knife, so he only tried to defend himself and failed to make up his mind to destroy Get rid of this thing.
Moreover, this man's power has reached the pinnacle of the world, and his martial arts are even more astonishing. For him, even if there are any great secrets hidden in it, it is not as important as his own life, and there is no need to sacrifice the basics for the weak.
In addition, this thing not only protects against swords, but also has a strange cold nature, which can also help people concentrate and improve their skills. How many people in the world are willing to destroy it cruelly?
The most important thing is that once these filaments are pulled away, the treasured garment will self-destruct. If the secret hidden in it cannot be revealed, it will not only cost the wife but also the army.
I'm afraid that in the past many years, the number of people who have obtained this thing has long been unknown, but most of them have stopped at this step.
Li Muchan concentrated his mind and observed carefully, but he saw that these threads were almost all distributed in a criss-cross pattern. They were densely packed and seemed to have no rules at all, but there were also connections among them, which was confusing. big.
The cold moon outside the window gradually climbed up, and before he knew it, the Buddha's shadow was almost at his feet. Li Muchan was sitting in meditation, hesitating, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few Buddhist scriptures on the ground, and his eyes gradually glowed with light.
"No appearance, no attachment, haha, it seems that no one has understood these sentences for so many years, then I will do it!!!"
He pursed his lips, laughed wildly, waved his sleeves, and the monk's clothes swayed into the air like a kite. Then he twisted his fingers with both hands, and saw two crystal silk threads being pulled out.
The treasured garment that was originally a perfect fit suddenly had a small hole.
And on the Buddha's shadow that appeared, a ray of light came through and condensed into a point of light.
Li Muchan's eyes were filled with surprise: "This is... the Divine Sealing Point!"
His eyes were intense, and he no longer hesitated with his hands. He rolled up the monk's robes, and with his fingers flying, in just three or four breaths, he had already pulled away the threads one by one.
But I saw the monk's clothes floating in the air, and wisps of light passing through the clothes, dotting the Buddha's shadow like stars, flickering and flickering, just like a dream.
"Lingxu, Youmen, Yindu..." Li Muchan's eyes were like lightning. The more he looked at them, the more surprised he became, "They are all acupuncture points."
The Buddha's image on the ground is also clearer than ever before.
And there are a few more big characters under the Buddhist scripture.
"Great Wuxiang Gong!!!"
Li Muchan was startled at first, then his eyes gradually opened wide, and he took a deep breath: "Phaseless Divine Art?"
He looked at the monk's clothes again, and saw that after the silk thread was pulled away, in addition to the holes, there were also light-transmitting gaps, connecting all the acupuncture points like tendons.
Li Muchan's eyes sparkled: "Is this the trajectory of inner breath? It's really a wonderful idea."
Good fortune, such great good fortune.
Who would have thought that this treasured garment actually contains such a unique skill that would shock both ancient and modern times.
With a wave of his hand, Li Muchan hung the monk's robe by the window. He turned around and sat down on the ground, clasping his hands together like an old monk in meditation. His eyes were fixed on the acupuncture points on the ground and the tendons on the monk's robe without blinking. Watch.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the bright moon passed through the sky and was already setting in the west. Li Muchan's eyelids trembled, but he saw the monk's clothes swaying in the wind, swaying, falling to the ground.
Looking carefully again, the mystery on it is no longer discernible, the Buddha's shadow has disappeared, and this rare treasure has been destroyed after all.
After another long while, Li Muchan sighed quietly in silence. His face turned pale, as if he had spent a lot of energy. He slowly closed his bloodshot eyes and re-verified everything he had just seen in his mind, until When there was no mistake, I let out a sigh of relief.
Thinking back to the time when he visited various sects and families, he was turned away, had no choice but to seek advice, and was humiliated several times. Who would have thought that today, he alone possesses two of the world's most shocking secrets?
"Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll" is written by predecessors that integrates the essence of thousands of martial arts. It contains the wonderful truths of martial arts, wonderful insights into heavenly principles, and can be the ultimate in offensive and defensive skills; The ancient and modern internal methods have been lost for countless years, but now they are reappearing in the world through his hands.
If you get one of these two, you can be proud of the world of martial arts and look down on the eight figures. Now he possesses two great magical skills. This is really... the world is unpredictable and fate has its way with people.
"It seems that luck has also improved."
Li Muchan glanced at the bright moon that was about to set outside the window, and temporarily suppressed the idea of practicing this skill.
The origin of this thing is mysterious and needs further verification.
He picked up the monk's robes on the ground and saw that there was nothing hidden in them, so he calmed down.
…
Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, there were sudden footsteps outside the door.
"Sir, the brothers have sent news that Qiu Xiaolou was ambushed by the 'Qinglong Society' and the 'Money Gang' on his way to escape." Jin Laoqi reported from outside.
"Come in," Li Muchan put away the monk's clothes and asked, "Are you dead or escaped?"
Jin Laoqi pushed the door open and said hurriedly: "Escape!"
Li Muchan was a little surprised, pondered slightly, and said softly: "You actually let him escape? But something happened?"
Jin Laoqi looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Farewell hook."
Li Muchan immediately became interested. As he stood up and walked out, he asked, "Are you taking action?"
Jin Laoqi shook his head: "No, the three parties were in a stalemate for half a cup of tea, and then they dispersed. Qiu Xiaolou took advantage of the chaos to escape."
The casualness on Li Muchan's face disappeared a bit, and she squinted her eyes and smiled: "This 'parting hook' is so powerful? It's interesting."
Jin Laoqi suddenly lowered his voice: "Sir, I doubt that person is from the world."
Li Muchan was silent for a while. Apart from people in the world, the only masters left in the world were temples.
He smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter. Is there any way out if we are like this? The forces in this world have finally surfaced one after another. I have never thought of being an enemy of the world's heroes, but who can stop me?" I, I don’t mind having a fight with them to see who is stronger and who is weaker, and who is in charge!!”
(End of chapter)
