"Watch this punch and follow it."
Yang Lin stood in front of a big tree, and the little guy stood in front of a small tree.
Looking at the excited eyes of the little guy, he smiled slightly, lunged and punched in a simple way, the muscles and bones of his whole body vibrated at the same time, his blood boiled, and the energy between heaven and earth surged, vibrating in unison.
"drink……"
One punch.
The sky seemed to darken slightly, there was not much momentum, and the sound seemed to disappear in the wind.
The big tree as thick as a hug opposite to it, was touched by the fist wind, and silently turned into a powder in the sky. When the wind blew, it dissipated like smoke.
The little Tang Monk opened his mouth wide and his eyes were dull. This punch turned the big tree into powder. It was so powerful.
"Punch and why are you just watching?"
Yang Lin scolded.
He was not worried that the little guy wouldn't be able to learn. When he punched, although he only used 1% of his strength, he pulled the muscles and energy in the opponent's body, and used a mysterious technique to suppress the opponent's body. The essence of Tiger Fist penetrated into his mind.
So even little ones can use it.
"drink……"
The little guy punched out with a decent punch, and the small tree in front of him broke and shattered into thousands of pieces, making a huge sound.
He was startled by himself.
I am so powerful.
I do not know how.
"Don't be in a daze, remember this feeling."
"You are still young, your body has not grown up, and you are not proficient in this method of transporting power and breathing. However, as long as you practice diligently, the method of transporting power is actually not difficult. Next, I will teach you the nine postures and eighty-one moves to subdue the tiger. Watch your boxing skills carefully."
Two figures, one big and one small, stretched out in the sunset.
…
During evening classes, Yang Lin was sitting quietly chanting sutras, when a sudden movement occurred in his heart.
There is a sound coming into the sea of consciousness.
In front of his eyes was a golden light, and a Bodhisattva was sitting in front of him.
The Bodhisattva has compassionate eyes and a kind face.
Yang Lin suppressed all thoughts, his mind was like still water, and he sincerely said: "See Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, what are the Bodhisattva's instructions?"
"Fa Ming, why did you change the way you teach? Do you have any insights?"
"The Bodhisattva's clear vision strengthens his body, enlightens his wisdom, and tempers his will. This is the only method of great enlightenment. The Dharma clearly understands the true meaning of the Dharma taught by our Buddha. He realizes that what is right now is not what was yesterday. Therefore, he changes the way of teaching disciples. .”
The Bodhisattva in his mind seemed to be smiling and thinking. After a while, he said: "I didn't expect that you actually understood it on your own. I thought it would take you many years to understand that fists are not everything, and the Dharma is not everything." It’s not about studying hard and memorizing the truth that can be clearly understood. That’s fine, just teach it in your own way. Work with all your heart, and when the time comes, your merits will be complete, and it will be your own benefit.”
"Yes, Bodhisattva."
Feeling a line of sight sweeping across the sea of consciousness in his body, Yang Lin felt a wave in the depths of his mind. The Buddha's magic power slightly stirred up the Fa Ming's soul relic hidden in the deepest part, sending out a faint wave.
It seems to be excitement, fanaticism, worship, admiration...
The image of the Bodhisattva in his mind seemed to laugh softly and disappear without a trace.
Yang Lin's Jingyuan clone remained motionless and saluted, but his vest was covered in sweat.
Didn't find it, it's pretty good.
Performing martial arts is really extraordinary.
Far away in Jiangzhou, Yang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. The birthmarks on his fingers were so red that they were hot to the touch. The image of a man dressed in white and showing kindness and compassion flashed in his mind. He took a long breath and laughed silently.
He also brought someone to inspect the post.
so close.
Fortunately, I was well prepared and didn't miss anything.
Of course, this is also because the Bodhisattva does not actually care about how Monk Faming teaches Monk Tang. She has enough confidence to control everything firmly in her hands. Whether she is disobedient or obedient, some people and some things will never change. It was doomed from the beginning.
Her strong self-confidence prevented her from paying much attention to the innocuous changes that occurred.
Presumably, as long as the little Tang Monk did not do things that insulted Buddhism, burned temples, or pulled down Buddha statues, he would not have aroused the vigilance of high-level officials.
This is also due to some of the performance of military orders, shielding the secrets of heaven, naturally.
…
Chang'an.
Prime Minister's Office.
Yin Kaishan was sitting in the study, holding a book, his eyes motionless, seeming a little obsessed.
The candlelight danced, and there was no sound outside the courtyard.
As he got older, his relationship with him faded away due to certain things.
He doesn't have the hobby of old cows eating young grass. When he comes home, he reads in the study most of the time. In his free time, he writes articles and practices calligraphy and painting.
He looks very much like a man of letters rather than a warrior.
In fact, he always felt that he was a scribe and not a rude person.
"What happened in the court today, is there any news from the British government?"
"Replying to the prime minister, it is just a common thing for the censor to criticize. The British prince seems to let it go. Not a single letter came out of the government, and the servants did not discuss Jiangzhou affairs. It seemed that everything that happened there had nothing to do with his family. "
There was no one behind him, but there was a sound coming from the shadows, as subtle as the chirping of flies.
Yin Kaishan heard it clearly.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"That old Bangzi is very calm. Could it be that I guessed his thoughts wrongly? They are both legitimate sons, and they are also older and younger. Li Wuding is the eldest son. He originally had high hopes, but he ignored him at this time. , quite unusual...
I have pity on my dear son, he has a difficult life and he doesn't know how to recognize people with his eyes. I'm afraid this life will be very difficult. "
There was no answer behind him.
Yin Kaishan seemed to be talking to himself, and then said: "Tell me, will Li Wuding be willing to obey orders and transfer all his elite soldiers and generals away from Jiangzhou? Will he have any ideas? It would be bad if he can't think about it for a moment. Gillian will also suffer.
By the way, is there any movement among the troops in Beijing? "
"The two sons of the Cheng family have been ordered to purge the Forbidden Army and seal the camp. One hundred thousand Forbidden Army will set off at any time. According to my subordinates, if Jiangzhou really resists the order, a disaster may be imminent."
"Send the Eagle Guard to warn you. Although my daughter is not very obedient, I still can't bear to see her die."
"yes."
The shadow behind him moved slightly, the candlelight flickered, and the light and darkness were uncertain. Silence returned to the study room again.
Only a sigh was heard.
No coincidence.
In the British government palace, there was also an old man talking about Jiangzhou.
There was no sadness or joy in the face of a young man, he just reported respectfully.
"Haier has sent Lieshan Cavalry to set off overnight to warn Jiangzhou. I hope that eldest brother will not think too hard for a moment. Although Jiangzhou is good, it is not the hometown of long-lasting love. If it is lost, it will be lost. My Li family is not short of that little territory."
"Oh, what do you think? If he can't stay in Jiangzhou, he may return to Beijing."
The old man smiled warmly.
"Of course that's good. The child is feeling alone. It would be a blessing for my Li family if my eldest brother comes back. It's meaningless for a man to make great achievements and be a killing field. It's meaningless to be a civil servant without roots."
"You really think so?"
The old man's eyes flashed, as if he were smiling: "Don't worry, he won't come back. Wuding is a bit like me when I was young. I was very affectionate and could throw away anything, but I can't see through the love between children."
A trace of disapproval flashed in the depths of the young man's eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, wanted to say something, but swallowed it down and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you ask for your orders? I personally lead three thousand mountain horsemen to the west and kill more demons and barbarians. Exposed this matter."
"No, this matter cannot be changed by anyone. Don't make it self-defeating. Since your eldest brother made a choice that day, he must bear the consequences. No one can help him. Just wish for yourself."
The old man shook his head and said: "In the future development, the government must not act rashly. Just pretend that this did not happen. What if Wei Zheng, the old man, died of his son and let him vent his anger?"
"However, this trip is dangerous. I'm worried. Mr. Wei will not let you go. I'm afraid there will be back-up tactics."
"There must be some back-ups. Just keep him calm and there will be no problems in the house. Let him go."
The old man seemed tired and waved his hand.
The young man exited the room and turned around, with a hint of joy on his face.
