Tu Yile?
At the bottom of the bricks and stones, the words left by the 'drunken mad monk' who rebelled against the White Horse Temple in the past really shocked Xiang Ji.
This Lord is really different from the ordinary people. He doesn't bother to keep the inheritance. He even puts it under the bricks at the feet of the Buddha statue just for fun. Once the fight gets too intense, it will explode on the spot and leave nothing behind. , telling people to go empty.
Fortunately, he didn't use too much force. If he broke the bricks and lost the inheritance, it would really be a waste of effort.
"I have been given the body of King Ming for the third time. Now I also have the training of martial arts. I can practice faster. I don't have to spend years in the county government and make meritorious deeds.
The skills of the whole body are considered to be consistent. The Purple Thunder Sword Technique is domineering, which is consistent with the thunder power. The Eagle Claw Technique is fast and powerful. The Spiritual Martial Arts Beiming Hua Kun is strong and powerful, which can complement each other. The Third Generation Ming King's physical movements are fierce and just right. They are all paths in the same general direction and do not conflict with each other. "
Xiang Ji was happy in his heart, and he carefully tore off a corner from his robe, wrapped the three stone bricks and hung them on the handle of the knife, holding them firmly with one hand.
This time the Mingwang Temple appeared, the inheritance was divided up by various parties. The young holy monk of Baima Temple took away the curse of the third generation of Mingwang, the young master of the Wang family of Donghai took away the eight magic weapons, the Xuetuduo took away the eight seals of the Mingwang, and the Hanjiang sword was taken away. After staying in the town for three days, the woman in the red dress took away the statue of Concubine Wumo, and he received half of the mysterious token and the inheritance of the spiritual method of 'Descending the Body of the Third Ming King'.
The purpose of this trip has been achieved. With the martial arts skills that he needs most at the moment, he can calmly build up his energy and move towards the level of blood training of a second-level martial artist.
At that time, those who have spiritual martial arts, purple thunder sword skills and the body of the Third Ming King can also try to hit the Dragon and Tiger Ranking and meet the heroes of the thirteen states in the world!
"There is only half of this order, so the other half should be in the statue of Concubine Wumo. I think the woman in the red dress has another inheritance of her mind. Maybe what she needs is not the body of the Third Ming King, but this weird token.
Why did the drunken monk in the past leave this token behind after he returned to the White Horse Temple? Why does White Horse Temple have to travel thousands of miles to find the place where it will be enshrined? It's really complicated what's involved. "
Finally, Xiang Ji shook his head, no longer thinking about the woman in the red dress and the secret behind it, and jumped out of the temple.
clang!
At this moment, the county magistrate, academy disciples Gao You, Lu Ping and their uncles all appeared, standing on the top of the temple, carrying the golden bell away.
"Such a big bell can produce at least a hundred taels of gold. It seems that the Zhuo County Yamen will be rich again, but I don't know how much of it the Lu family can get?"
He glanced at it and stopped staying. The opportunity had been obtained and everything was settled. Naturally, he had to avoid unexpected changes.
On the bank of the Zhuojiang River, there was a dense crowd, all craning their necks to look at the temple on the river. Han Jiangjian and the others had already left, but the news revealed before leaving shocked the people in Zhuojun. .
Killing the Panshan Tiger with the sword, shaking the Blood-headed Tuo, using martial arts in three waves, and seizing the Great Freedom. All these deeds were actually done by the fifteen-year-old Zhui Feng Captou!
Uh-huh!
When Xiang Ji returned to the shore, the crowd around him suddenly became eager, chattering and crowding around, wanting to meet him.
"It's the one who chases the wind and catches the head! According to Han Jiangjian, the man who fought against the Blood Toutuo in Mingwang Temple is an outstanding person on the Dragon and Tiger List!"
"Not only did the three tigers in Panshan die in his hands, but he also learned the martial arts skills from all the masters in the battle and created a move called 'Yangtze River Three Waves'. The top 100 people on the list all expressed their admiration!"
"What? Such a thing happened in the battle in the Mingwang Temple? Doesn't it mean that after the breakthrough of Chai Feng Captou, he is qualified to reach the bottom of the Dragon and Tiger Ranking?"
In the hustle and bustle, Xiang Ji's achievements were spread, and people from all directions outside Zhuo County also remembered it in their hearts, and wanted to take it back to their own counties to become a topic of conversation.
In their view, within half a year, there will probably be a new name among the eight at the bottom of the Dragon and Tiger list!
If it succeeds, it will not only be a personal glory, but also the scenery of Zhuo County and Zhuo County. A young dragon and tiger will be born.
"Hanjiang Jian really doesn't hide anything. I don't know that Xuetuduo has been reduced to a green leaf, so how would I feel if he fulfilled my reputation?"
Xiang Ji was a little surprised by such a lively scene. It was the first time he saw it. He jumped out on his tiptoes, took three steps in the air, and jumped out of the crowd.
"Chasing the wind, please stay! The Li family of Zhuo County would like to host a banquet at Xihe Tower. Please tell me about it!"
"Qingshan Gate of Zhuojun County, I would like to invite Zhui Feng and Captou to visit the mountains and have fun while drinking and chatting!"
"The Han family in Dongshan has a daughter whose reputation for beauty has spread throughout the village. She is about to get married. I would like to ask Zhui Feng Captou to be a martial artist for a day and give me a few tips!"
Seeing him like this, instead of relaxing, the crowd became even more lively. A group of people even ran over and shouted to attract him.
This is an eye-opener for the people in the world. The sects and merchants who used to be so aloof now have clearly lowered their posture and are even flirting. All of this is due to the changes brought about by strength.
Especially the last one, the Han family, aroused "public outrage". They said it so obviously and even pointed out that they clearly wanted their son-in-law!
"I don't even want to think about the concept of a young martial artist who can enter the Dragon and Tiger List. Local powerful and even aristocratic families are willing to recruit them as guest ministers' staff and bestow them with the essentials of the magical power sequence. You, a rich man from a wealthy country, are not even from a humble family, are you worthy of recruiting him?"
On the spot, some of the big families in Zhuo County sneered. There was also a gap between martial arts masters. Once they entered the Dragon and Tiger Rankings, there was a huge difference. They were respected wherever they went.
When this scene fell into the eyes of everyone, they couldn't help but be stunned, "It's not even on the Dragon and Tiger list yet, but it's already so popular. If it were really on the list, I'm afraid it wouldn't be just like getting fame, and we'd be celebrating with gongs and drums."
"Not only that, now he even has a name. Some people call him the Three Waves Sword of the Yangtze River, while others call him 'Crossing the River and Crossing the Sea'."
People lamented that the fastest way to become famous in the world is to 'fight against masters' and 'obtain opportunities'.
The turbulent waves from the sky are emptying, and the rivers are overturned, and the seas and mountains are destroyed; this name also corresponds to Xiang Ji's sword skills and acting style, which coincides with the three overlapping waves of the Yangtze River.
"The rivers and lakes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old ones. The improvement in status brought by strength is so obvious."
Many wanderers and wanderers also understand that in the eyes of many famous sects and children of aristocratic families, they are not people in the world at all. They are just scattered flowers, grass and green leaves that decorate the rivers and lakes. They are dispensable, to put it harshly. , there are so many stinky fish and rotten shrimps in this vast river and lake, not worthy of attention.
But because of this, they are even more unwilling to give up, and would rather struggle to survive in this vast world. It is not that they are willing to watch a show, nor are they chasing trends. Only this opportunity can allow them to learn a little bit, they are Little people with little or no background at all. This is their only chance. Although only a few can achieve anything in the end, there is hope after all.
A moment later, Xihe Tower.
Xiang Ji returned, walked into Room No. 2, put on another layer of robes, and placed three floor tiles on the ground, ready to study.
Outside the door, Dr. Huang walked out of the shadows, a trace of patina faintly revealed between his palms and fingers.
"The drunkard-fighting monk is well-deserved. The guys from White Horse Temple... turned out to have this idea."
He murmured to himself, and after confirming that Xiang Ji was okay, he flashed into the side room and made no sound again.
In Room No. 2, Xiang Ji looked at the three stone slabs carefully. The records on them were not complicated, or even very simple. They were not the awkward scriptures he thought, but a verse and two pictures.
The first picture records the appearance of King Ming of the third generation, which also corresponds to the initial practice. You need to use your own blood mixed with ink as paint to draw this image on your back, and then continue to perform the exercises through hypnosis and visualize that you are King Ming. , cultivate that 'spirit'.
The position of the eyes of the Dharma image corresponds to the two protruding scapulae on the shoulders on the back, which means that the eyes of the Dharma image are usually invisible. Only when exercising, the muscles and bones of the whole body are tightened and the shoulder blades are arched, the King Ming can It will "open your eyes".
The second picture catalog records the 'Practice Jin Zhuang Kung Fu', which is the secret of building strength in the muscles and bones. It is called 'Fudo Mingwang Zhuang'. The strength created in this way will be as calm as a mountain and as fierce as a mountain. Thunder fire becomes even more powerful when angry, reaching the state of Ming King's wrathful fire.
The recorded mantra is the Mantra of King Jiang III, which is to be recited continuously when doing the exercises and standing. It is a secret technique that uses pronunciation to promote changes in bones, flesh and blood! Just like the tiger and leopard thunder sounds of Buddhism and the nine-character mantra of Tianshi Dao, this is the case.
No matter which family or sect you belong to, this mantra is an important part of the mind. Without the mantra, both the performance and performance will be half the result with half the effort, and the efficiency will be greatly reduced.
The last thing Ming Wang Tujiao felt was to visualize that face in his mind and turn it into his own, which was similar to the mental martial arts catalog given by Dr. Huang.
"In this way, spiritual martial arts and physical martial arts are intertwined, and they may even reach the same destination through different paths in the end."
Xiang Ji's thoughts swirled, and he felt that there was some kind of secret hidden in this, perhaps related to the follow-up path of the magical sequence.
Thinking about these things was obviously not what he needed to do at his current level, so he took his mind back while taking a breath and began to practice the 'Fudo Mingou Zhuang'.
The King of Ming, with his wrathful body on three sides and eight arms, tramples upon the couple in the Great Isla, and among the five directions is the East. Greed, anger, and ignorance are called three generations, and they are subdued. Therefore, it is said that they have been subdued for three generations. He has also subdued the greed, anger and ignorance of the three generations to come, so he has conquered the three generations. According to Tantric teachings, the main function of practicing the Dharma of Conquering the Third Ming King is to tame. Especially to subjugate heavenly demons; if you recite this mantra of King Ming, the boundless demon world will immediately suffer from fever. All the demonic relatives who intend to interfere with the practitioner will no longer be able to hinder the practitioner when they hear the mantra of this King of Ming, and will become the servant of the practitioner.
Therefore, its artistic conception is 'suppression, surrender, destruction'.
Then, he invited Dr. Huang to melt blood and ink, and asked this medical expert to draw a picture of the Dharma for him.
"In the form of the Third Ming King, if you can understand the catalog I gave you, there will be a solution to the 'Anger Backlash' in this martial art. If you have any questions, please come and ask me."
"I understand, master."
During the conversation, Old Doctor Huang's fingers were stained with blood, and his energy was concentrated on his fingertips, slowly carving tattoos on Xiang Ji's back. The two-inch-thick leather armor trembled slightly, and was automatically put away. Relax, relax your muscles, and let the faint tingling sensation flow through your body.
Although they have not become apprentices yet, the relationship between the two is no different from that of master and apprentice, only missing a ceremony.
However, Dr. Huang, who possesses spiritual martial arts skills, is more sensitive to the "artistic conception". The images of King Ming depicted in his pen are so lifelike that they actually have a bit of the charm of King Ming in the temple!
On Xiang Ji's back, a statue of King Ming appears, with three sides colored green, yellow and red. The face is angry and violent. The body is surrounded by flames. The left foot steps on the head of the great free-spirited sky, and the right foot steps on the chest of Tianfei Wu. Be careful to form a seal with the middle hands. The three hands on the right hold five cobalts, arrows and swords respectively; the three hands on the left each hold five cobalt hooks, bows and ropes. They are majestic and captivating.
"It's really magical. After having this image engraved on my back, I seem to be able to really feel part of the charm and artistic conception!"
He was amazed, thanked Old Doctor Huang, turned over and went out of the window to the ground, and stood directly in the separate courtyard of the wing. He stood up on the Mingwang Zhuang, his back straight, his feet crossed left and right as if he were sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows Stare angrily, make an angry look, clasp the fingers of both hands, extend the index fingers to meet each other, form the seal of the King of Ming, and at the same time recite the mantra:
"Om, Supo, you, Supo, hum tiller, hena, tiller, hena, hum, tiller, he, nabo, ah, ah, ah, ye, dulva, harva, harva, hum!"
As soon as this syllable came out, the muscles, bones and flesh all over Xiang Ji's body suddenly trembled together, and his membranes swelled and shrank, twisting back and forth. His shoulder blades rose up, and the third-generation Ming King behind him opened his eyes, overlooking the vast world of mortals.
The combination of Zhanzhuang, Mantra, and Dharma made him fall into a wonderful feeling. The Dharma behind him seemed to come alive, and the truth appeared in his heart.
In the hazy and chaotic darkness in his mind, a golden light suddenly surged up, and an extremely powerful Ming King stepped out of the golden light. There was an explosion of power that combined all the might and arrogance in the world. This Ming King The whole body was steaming with flames, one foot stepped on Da Zi Zaitian, and the other foot stepped on Wumo Fei. The muscles of the whole body were tensed, and the eyes were blazing. There was no weapon in his hand, but his fists were tightly clenched, and he made a sudden punch!
boom!
King Ming was angry, so he punched out, and the endless thunder and fire shattered the distracting thoughts and confusion, making Xiang Ji feel relaxed and enlightened, and his body crackled. The exercise was successful, and the skin membrane was directly tempered, just like the scorching heat. Xia Tian took a sip of ice water, feeling like he wanted to take a long breath.
As he recited the mantra, he clearly felt that the skin membrane was being kneaded and then suddenly pulled apart, and he felt hot again, as if there was a flame burning under the skin membrane!
At the same time, in the spiritual world he was imagining, the flames surrounding the body of King Ming's Dharma suddenly became blazing, burning violently, constantly burning his skin. The fire was so pervasive that it even wanted to get under the skin and roast his flesh and blood.
In just a moment, Xiang Ji's skin all over his body turned bright red, as if it had been cooked. Even the two-inch-thick leather armor membrane on his body was also the same. The upper and lower parts were bright red, and wisps of white air came out of the pores of the skin. When he came out, the whole person was covered in a thin layer of smoke.
Under the burning of this fire, his face was sometimes relaxed and sometimes painful. Sometimes he felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, and sometimes like jumping into a hot pot. The alternating changes caused the skin membrane to shrink and stretch, and he was constantly tortured and exercised. Three inches thicker and deeper.
Gradually, this heat poured into the skin, and there were signs of burning flesh and blood. This was a sign that the martial arts was improving and that it was about to break through the second level of blood training!
As for this method, the wrath of King Ming burns the flesh and blood and tempers the muscles and bones. It is unique to the body-building method of the body of the third King Ming. Other martial arts mental methods also have such special moves to temper the structure of the body, but the practice of martial arts The methods and paths are different, and the efficiency is naturally different. The better the martial arts, the deeper and faster the training will be. This is the fundamental difference.
Soon, two hours passed. Xiang Ji performed the exercises for a week, and the seals in his hands also changed. It started with the seal of the Ming King and ended with the seal of the Third Ming King. His hands were facing each other, with his right hand facing up and his left hand facing down. The backs of the two hands faced each other. The little fingers are hooked with their backs facing each other, and the two index fingers are also upright with their backs facing each other.
After another moment, the fiery red color on the skin faded and returned to its normal color, but a handful of hazy white smoke spurted out from Xiang Ji's mouth and nose, as if there was a big furnace hidden in his body.
"Huh, with this practice, in less than a month, I will be able to achieve the second level of blood training. There is a huge difference between whether I have advanced martial arts or not!"
Xiang Ji couldn't help but sigh. This kind of improvement in strength and physical strength was so fascinating. It was completely different from the previous hard-working experience.
Even the 'strength' gained from martial arts training is different. The power of three bulls is not the end of one level, it can be higher.
Da da.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Zhui Feng Captou, the county magistrate asked me to make a copy of the magical sequence manual you mentioned before and send it to you."
A familiar voice sounded outside the door. Xiang Ji stretched out his mental energy to explore, and the scene outside the door appeared in his mind. A bloated policeman with a face as white as jade stood there, holding a stack of coins in his hand. Bamboo slip documents.
"Come in." Zhu Heipi? He recognized it immediately. Isn't this the policeman from the county government? He had fought against him at Tiger Wolf Peak, and he didn't expect to come today to deliver documents.
As soon as he finished speaking, the portal opened automatically under the influence of mental power, revealing the black skin of an agent.
"Control objects through the air? What kind of method is this... He is indeed a master who can defeat dragons and tigers, and kill martial arts masters with one sword."
Seeing this scene, Zhu Heipi was shocked and stopped in his tracks, thinking for a while.
After three breaths, he stepped forward and handed over the document as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Chasing the Wind and Catching the Head, this is the document related to the supernatural power sequence. Please take a look."
Xiang Ji nodded and took the bamboo slips wrapped in striped tiger skin. They were all hand-copied copies and stamped with the county government's seal. Some contents were also marked with the words 'missing' and 'insufficient level', involving Got some secrets.
However, after doing all this, Zhu Heipi did not leave. Instead, he opened his mouth, closed the door helplessly, and stood there.
Seeing that he was about to speak but hesitated, Xiang Ji smiled slightly and said, "But it doesn't matter."
"Your Majesty the County Magistrate also said that this thing must not be leaked to the public. If you read it, it will be burned. I will take the ashes back with you."
Zhu Heipi rubbed his hands with a wry smile. As a warrior supervising a martial artist, he was under a lot of pressure.
The monopoly between the imperial court and the aristocratic family... Xiang Ji sighed inwardly when he heard this, and said nothing more. He nodded and said, "It's okay. You can burn it after I finish reading it. I understand the rules."
Hearing this, Zhu Heipi immediately relaxed, took out a clay pot and placed it on the ground. Then he turned his back and faced the door, watching the guard without squinting.
"Let me take a look at the twenty-eight constellations, the sequence of supernatural powers left by our predecessors and ancient gods and demons..." Xiang Ji murmured in his heart, flipping through the piled bamboo slips.
