"How can Master Daoji teach you two?"
The sound is like a loud bell, rumbled down from the main hall on the mountain.
The two great monks looked back at the mountain and the river, put their palms up in front of their chests and shouted "Amitabha". The sound was like the waves of the river, rumbling straight up, lingering in the valley, suppressing the sound on the mountain and disappearing in an instant, shaking both sides of the mountain road. The branches rustled.
"presumptuous!"
Zhang Jiu'e, who had always been calm and calm, shouted angrily, like a needle pricking a drum, piercing through the waves of sound in the sky, and the Buddhist lion's roar immediately dissipated.
Zhang Jiue swept the whisk in his hand and handed it to his left hand. With such a simple stroke, a gust of wind came out of the whisk's ponytail and hit the two great monks in a perfect arc like a substance.
The thin monk took a step forward without dodge, and took the hit.
The energy dissipated instantly like hitting a stone wall with a "bang" sound, stirring up a burst of dust, which made Zhang Jiu'e on the opposite side frown, "King Kong?"
The cultivation of mind in Buddhism is similar to practicing Qi in martial arts, but in daily practice such as meditation, you have to work hard on your body and sharpen your mind. It is also like martial arts cultivation, it is also a method of dual cultivation of Qi and martial arts. It is just a ball of harmonious Qi. , do not compete with external things, focus on an empty word, no other and no self.
Different from the seven realms of Qi refining in martial arts, Buddhism pays attention to simplicity in everything, and is divided into four levels like Taoism: Wukong, three thousand in one thought, Vajra, and Dharma.
Vajra has an indestructible Dharma body. If you hear the Dharma body, you can invite the Buddha to come in person.
The thin monk just straightened out the dirty and unsightly khaki robe, and said "Amitabha" again. The fat monk also took a step forward, and the two monks looked directly at each other.
In the middle of the night, he didn't want to talk to these two great monks who took fighting as a daily routine, and just led his horse to climb the mountain.
The short and fat monk Yishan turned his head and saw Ye San Geng and Ye Xie leaving, and hurriedly stepped up to follow them.
The tall and thin monk Yishui said politely, "We are not here to fight. Can we go up the mountain?"
Zhang Jiue was stunned by the sudden change in attitude, but before he could say anything, the Vajra monk said again: "It's not too much to respect you as a senior brother, but it's not justified that you just hit someone without saying a word, right?"
Yishui waited for Zhang Jiu'e to reply, but Zhang Jiu'e had no intention of replying.
"Look, my junior brother is afraid that he won't be able to defeat you and make a fool of himself, so he has to let me, the senior brother, step in to regain the reputation, don't you think so?"
Yishui's words still didn't attract Zhang Jiu'e's attention, but they caused Yishan, who had just walked a few steps, to turn around and curse, "Fuck your bullshit senior brother."
Ignoring the water and the mountain, he still looked directly at Zhang Jiue, and said: "I dare to ask this Taoist brother if he can try my Buddhist Vajra to see if I can touch you to achieve complete enlightenment."
Aggressive.
As he spoke, without waiting for Zhang Jiu'e's reaction, Yishui raised his right hand slightly, made a Nianhua seal, and turned the flower in his palm to seal it towards Lao Dao.
Zhang Jiu'e didn't dare to push up, he formed a seal with his hands in front of his chest, turned his palms to his chest, and pushed out. When the two of them touched, they heard a loud bang, and the sky was filled with dust. Zhang Jiu'e's figure swayed for a moment, and when the water moved, he heard a loud noise. Not moved.
"Amitabha Buddha." Yi Shui proclaimed the name of the Buddha and turned around to go up the mountain. It was obvious that there were two shoe prints about the depth of a finger on the huge blue stone under his feet.
It was a piece of rock that was completely chiselled.
Zhang Jiu'e said, "Heavenly Lord of Infinite Blessings," and ignored the heated discussions around him. He flicked his sleeves and was about to step forward, but a topless Taoist priest stepped forward and grabbed him.
Before the astonished Zhang Jiu'e could speak, the topless Taoist priest shook his head and hinted. It wasn't until the great monk who stepped on the rocks with his feet had gone far away that he said, "This is something you shouldn't care about."
Zhang Jiu'e frowned slightly. Although this uncle was of a very high rank, he had no status in the Wudang Taoist lineage and had never participated in any affairs in the sect. It can be said that their branch lineage has been passed down from generation to generation, except for the annual Luotian Festival. He showed his face, but at other times he stayed in a corner, nestling in the Little Lotus Peak. It was rare to see this great uncle leave the Little Lotus Peak, which made people surprised. At this time, Li even stopped him, which made him, the Wudang mountain guard, even more puzzled. .
Naturally, he understands the cultivation method of the Taoist priests with topless chests. The ability to calculate the past and the present is a kind of existence that is contrary to the heaven. Yesterday, he nodded in words, and today he directly blocked it. Zhang Jiue's eyebrows were puzzled at first. But it dawned on him the next moment.
The topless Taoist priest rarely suppressed his insolence, and with a serious face, he raised his finger and pointed at the heart of the old Taoist in front of him, "If you don't break it, you won't establish it."
Zhang Jiue lowered his eyebrows and looked respectful.
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"Boy Yejia, do you recognize me?"
After walking about a stick of incense, a thick sound suddenly came from down the mountain, which made my ears buzz and even made me stand unsteadily even in the middle of the night. Ye Xiayou even screamed out in surprise and raised his hands to cover his ears. The horse stood up and whinnied.
The middle-aged and thin Taoist priest who was waiting for his young disciple to come back at the foot of the mountain road stared at the little Taoist boy on the leopard in the distance who was shaken by the sound wave, and cursed: "Zhang Yunji, you are a hammer, you can't find anyone you want." Find him!"
However, it was said that two great monks, one mountain and one water, woke up first, put their hands together, and chanted loudly: "Namo Amitabha."
The sound went straight through the sky, blocking the sound wave of the incoming person.
In the middle of the night, he stabilized his body and turned around to look. He saw a white-haired old man galloping from the mountain road at a speed as fast as lightning. He came close to him like an arrow from the string. Without saying much, he blasted out with a palm.
Lightning fast!
In the middle of the night, there was no time to react. He just subconsciously raised his hand to block the surge of anger in his body. He exchanged a palm with the person, and his body suddenly flew three to four feet away without control, smashing a pine and cypress on the side of the road and rolling out again and again. It stopped for a while, but without waiting for any reaction, a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was obviously an internal injury.
The white-haired old man didn't give him a chance to think about it in the middle of the night. He stepped forward again, looking like a ghost.
Not to mention that after receiving this palm, even if he wanted to block it, he was unable to do so. The two great monks on the side did not come back to their senses immediately, whether it was something unexpected or unclear. The white-haired old man shrank. The distance of four to five feet, which was an inch of the ground, was approaching in an instant, and another palm was blasted out.
His chest felt hot and he forced himself to swallow the blood that was about to pour out of his throat. Ye Sangeng naturally saw that this palm was even worse than before. The palm wind was sharp and powerful.
Naturally, he didn't dare to be too big, so Ye San endured the pain in his heart even more, rolled on the spot, and avoided the brutal blow, then spun around and fired out like a thrown spear. , rushed straight towards the white-haired old man of unknown origin.
This old man with white beard and hair but a rosy complexion was well prepared for the counterattack launched in a short period of time. The palm that had just missed was quickly retracted across his chest to block the fierce kick, and he made a fist with the other hand to hit Ye. Midnight waist and abdomen.
There are no fancy tricks, it's just such a plain punch from back to front, with a faint sound of breaking through the air, and carrying a mighty force of heaven and earth. Before it gets close, even through clothes, it can be done in the middle of the night. I felt that the fist wind was strong, as if it was going to penetrate my body.
Before he could think about it carefully, he used the force of a kick in the middle of the night, like a tiger pouncing on food. He used both hands to dig forward, and his body flew out.
But even so, he still didn't escape the opponent's next blow.
The five fingers of his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, were spread wide, and he changed from smashing to grabbing. The white-haired old man just took a big step and kept up with the momentum of the late night rush. He grabbed the latter's waist and hips, and the right arm blocking his chest followed the trend. With a twist, he directly clamped Ye Sangeng's legs under his armpits, yelled "get up", and threw the body that weighed more than a hundred kilograms with force from his waist.
In the middle of the night, he never expected his opponent to react so quickly. He didn't have time to think too much in mid-air, and tried his best to protect his head on his chest and clamp his arms tightly.
In just the blink of an eye, there was another "click", and another big tree, as thick as two people could hug each other, was smashed in the middle of the night.
It was said that it was too late and that it was too fast. It was only three or four fingers. In the middle of the night, he spit out a mouthful of blood again, and there was a dizziness in the spiritual platform.
"Third update!"
Ye Xiayou connected with her brother's heart, and Ye San was even more severely injured by this. Even though she couldn't see it, her heart skipped a beat. She turned over and dismounted, but she staggered. Fortunately, Yishan stretched out his hand to hold him back from falling.
"Ahem." He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and Ye Sangeng felt as if his body was being torn apart, feeling weaker than ever before from the outside to the inside.
In the middle of the night, he tried his best to hold on to the broken tree trunk and stood up, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently with his heartbeat.
The white-haired old man's eyes were fierce, and he jumped up, his hands like eagle claws and attacked Ye Sangeng again.
"The old and immortal are already old enough to accumulate some virtue for their descendants, so what are their abilities when others are in danger?"
Yishan was already striding forward, punching out like a white-haired old man without any fancy.
The old man with white hair heard a strong gust of wind coming from behind him like tearing the air. In an instant, he was behind him. In this way of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao, the old man with white hair had no choice but to stagnate to avoid the sharp blow.
While he was about to stabilize his body, the white-haired old man heard the punch coming from behind. Without looking, he bent over and turned around, using the black tiger move to dig out the heart, and punched Yishan's chest with one punch.
Yishan stood with his left hand in front of his chest and said: "Amitabha, the donor is making murderous moves, are you not afraid of being possessed by inner demons?" He flicked his right hand from the inside out to easily neutralize the opponent's moves.
The white-haired old man took advantage of the situation and pressed his hands on the ground, performed a rabbit kick, and then attacked Yishan's chest. Yishan took a step back and placed a palm on the sole of the opponent's foot.
The two of them used their fists and kicks to fight each other, and in the blink of an eye, they had broken down dozens of moves in a few rounds.
This gray-haired old man is a martial artist. He walks hard and fast, and his fists are steady and powerful. An expert can tell at a glance that this is a master who has been immersed in boxing for many years. From his every breath and every punch and kick, It can be seen that this realm has reached the peak, and the gang energy around the body is lingering like strips.
The fat monk Yishan who faced him also practiced the Buddhist Buddhist way of emphasizing the body but not the body. He had meditated, meditated, and practiced asceticism since he was a child. After entering Vajra, he became "unbreakable and invincible under the golden bell". Rumors.
No matter how the wind blows from east to west, from north to south, I will stand still.
Such hard work is comparable to the iron cloth shirt of Hujiabao in Chancheng, Suizhou, Lingnan Province.
The two were equally matched and fought back and forth.
In the middle of the night, he got up with difficulty. Being hit by the palm of the white-haired old man was like being struck by lightning. The energy in his body was intermittent like a gossamer, and he couldn't find any clues. The place on the spiritual platform felt like needles pricking me, and I couldn't make sense of the muddy mud.
Monk Yishui led his horse closer and saw clearly. Without saying a word, he sat cross-legged and opened his mouth to recite a burst of Sanskrit music.
Ye Haoyou immediately heard that this was the Buddhist "Heart Sutra" when Yi Shui opened her mouth. It can calm the mind, purify the mind, and feel at ease. She also knew that Yi Shui was reading it to Ye San Geng and also to her.
But even she herself had forgotten when was the last time her brother was defeated by someone with one move. If in the past, no matter how much he was defeated, he would have known to tell her, but now he didn't even say a word, how could she not be worried?
In the middle of the night, I still feel the things around me, but I can't open my eyes. I could clearly hear my sister's exclamation just now, but I couldn't open my mouth.
The whole body is like fire, and the meridians everywhere feel burning pain. The body-protecting Qi sticks to the Dantian, and traces of it travel through the whole body through the two meridians of Ren and Du.
Suddenly, the sound of chanting sutras rang in my ears, each word was like a needle pricking the spiritual platform, and it was like a wake-up call that awakened the spiritual platform. Suddenly, it spread all over the body, and the sea of Qi in the Dantian was stronger than before. I originally felt a little bit beaten by the heavy-haired old man's punch. The accumulated meridians also expanded several times, and the whole body felt cool.
Ye Xia was immediately restless and wanted to ask Nai He, but Yi Shui was still reciting the Heart Sutra over and over again. He felt less nervous than before, but subconsciously he still felt uncomfortable.
Ye Xiayou felt restless. At the third watch of the night, the whole body felt comfortable. All the 3,600 pores on the body were open, and all the twelve meridians and fifteen other collaterals were smooth.
"Roar!"
Just after Yi Shui finished reciting the Heart Sutra for the third time, he raised his neck and roared like a tiger in the middle of the night, resounding throughout Wudang. Above the already gloomy sky, layers of dark clouds rolled in from behind the mountains.
There was a sound of thunder, and in the middle of the night, I opened my eyes and raised my head.
Two thunders, and the third night of the night, the energy leaked out, and the surrounding rubble and broken trees were rolled up to knee-level and white snow three feet away.
Three thunders were heard, and at midnight he stood up and raised his right hand.
There was another thunder, and in the middle of the night, he jumped several feet and landed on the top of the tree.
The sound of thunder was accompanied by a bolt of lightning, which suddenly stopped in the middle of the night when it raised its head three feet, gathered in the palm of his hand and threw it towards the white-haired old man who had just escaped from the battle circle in the distance.
"Come, come, let's see if I can reach the top of your maternal family with my ninth level of Qi refining."
