Deep in the mountains, under the waterfalls.

Bai Yunfei was dressed in white, walking steadily, holding a steel knife in his hand. Struggling to stab out, hey, the waterfall was rushing down, he gasped, and the tiger's mouth shook violently.

The hand holding the knife was unsteady, and his body tilted accordingly.

Fell to the ground with a snap.

Float down the water of the waterfall.

Yelu Feiguang's body floated down lightly, tugged at the collar, and lifted Bai Yunfei up.

Throwing it on the stone plate, he said coldly: "Go on." ”

Bai Yunfei looked resolute, held the steel knife, stood up again, and adjusted his breathing for a full minute.

After getting used to the speed at which the water of the waterfall was filled each time, he stretched out one arm, grabbed the steel knife with five fingers, and poked it forward vigorously.

Poof, rushing in the hands.

Didn't drop.

Bai Yunfei took a deep breath, followed by another knife.

After holding on about five times, I was slapped down by the water of the waterfall again.

And so on and so forth.

Yelu Feiguang was extremely cold, and stood on top of the boulder with his hands in his hands.

After so many days of training by the old man Nalan, this kid has already had a bit of sincerity in the dispersion of internal force, and it has reached the standard of softness.

What he asks for is the fierceness in his body.

Only by not flinching in the face of the rapids, facing up to the danger head-on, and bravely bearing the pain, can we poke this knife out of the tens of millions of enemy troops.

Otherwise, no matter how good the means of exerting force, no matter how extensive the damage is, if you don't dare to go out of the knife, you will not be able to do it after all.

It is estimated that it is because of this that Old Man Nalan asked him to teach.

is worthy of being an old man, with far-reaching vision.

...... Somewhere in the magic capital.

In a small temple that is nameless.

It's a tiny little temple that few people know about.

Only a small group of people often come to this temple to worship incense, when he was a child, the old man of Nalan Chen Pujia went from the imperial capital to the magic capital, and the first place to arrive was in this temple.

At this time, Chen Pujia, who has been in the magic capital for many years and is notorious, stood respectfully at the door of the temple and bowed to the Buddha statue with traces of Dunhuang on the mural.

Next to the iron incense burner, there is an abbot dressed in simple clothes, with his hands folded, and the monks do not talk about age, there is no time for Taoist cultivation, and they forget the years when they read Zen.

The abbot's every move is full of Zen.

At this time, he asked, "Master Chen, have you figured it out?"

After Chen Pujia bowed, she knelt on the straw mat and respectfully kowtowed to the Buddha statue twice.

Rise.

Bow again.

Her eyebrows were cinnabar moles, and they were extremely red.

Chen Pujia's expression was solemn and sacrosanct.

The abbot bowed his head and recited, "Good, good." ”

"If the donor is sure that he wants to give this thing, come with me. ”

The abbot turned around and drifted forward.

Chen Pujia then followed, out of the temple for the Buddha Hall, and then up, the temple is divided into two layers, this time on the bluestone slab steps, the vast area is the second layer, next to the inscription, is the former host carved down.

The implications are far-reaching.

Song of Enlightenment:

The words of the Buddha are mysterious, and the evidence is not empirical.

When you know where your heart is, the sound of the secret contains the total holding.

The mind has no cause and circumstance, and the cause and condition are known.

The color of the heart, the line of knowledge, and the thought of things, there are no two ways to cultivate each other.

Chen Pujia looked at this inscription again, couldn't help but stop, and her thoughts drifted back to that year, when she first came here, the old man Nalan led her with a ponytail, and just saw this inscription here.

The old man Nalan bowed attentively and said, "This person is the first to be a Buddha and then a Buddha, and he is the one who has attained perfection!"

The little girl Chen Pujia was holding her and shouted: "Grandpa, this person seems to be looking for something, but he didn't find it." ”

When the abbot in the temple heard this, he exclaimed: "You have a relationship with my Buddha." ”

Old man Nalan politely refused.

just begged for a mole on her eyebrows and a lamp in front of the Buddha.

Revisit.

Seeing Chen Pujia stop, the abbot just waited patiently.

She moved, and the abbot led the way.

At the entrance of the wide hall, there are thousands of statues of Guanyin, a thousand-armed Guanyin in the center, and two Bodhisattvas of Manjushri on the left and right, offering incense.

But there is no merit box.

Chen Pujia did not speak, the abbot handed over a long incense, Chen Pujia lit the long incense, inserted it into the incinerator, and the abbot lit the yellow paper on the side and burned it all.

Chen Pujia kowtowed three times, brushed her sleeves and got up and bowed.

There are all kinds of styles, peerless elegance.

The abbot smiled and said, "The donor comes with me." ”

Beyond the Guanyin thousand-armed Buddha statue, behind, speaking of the three big characters of Wutang, written dragon flying phoenix dance, into the wood three points.

The entrance of the hall, in the middle of the vast room, is made of wooden double frames. Hanging all kinds of weapons, no iron tools, purely wooden.

There are nine people standing around him, all of whom are extraordinary.

The monks all looked solemn and majestic.

Two rows of stands, with a space in between.

The abbot said: "If the donor wants to ask for this thing, he must pass these eighteen people first." ”

"This is passed, please take a look. ”

Chen Pujia glanced around the arena and nodded solemnly.

The abbot whispered Amitabha.

The man at the head stood up, holding an eyebrow stick in one hand, standing as tall as an aspen, his legs as steady as his roots, his temples bulging high, and his eyebrows as sharp as stars.

"Please advise. ”

A stick hit head-on.

"Good at making Qi Mei sticks, long with the temple, chopping wood and carrying water every day to practice martial arts, donors be careful. ”

The abbot explained.

Chen Pujia waved his sleeves and narrowly dodged an oncoming stick, and his jade hand twisted lightly, grabbing the stick, as if to swing it away.

The monk let go and shook his wrist hard.

A huge force came from the stick.

Her hand slid down the stick, and she unloaded the force, and her body rose in the air, her body like cotton, and her feet like a bird on the ground, and stepped on the stick.

Chen Pujia leaned down and slapped the stick on the monk's wrist with one palm.

The monks here, shake off their weapons, and they win.

The monk took a step back slightly, shook her off with one arm, held the tail of the stick with one arm, lightly picked it up, and struck straight at Chen Pujia's throat.

Guowu came out of Shaolin, and all kinds of moves have their traces.

Chen Pujia was not in a hurry, and her head was biased to dodge the stick attack.

The body fell steadily, waved his sleeves, circled his arm wheel, and struck him on the throat.

The abbot said with a smile: "The donor's gossip palm is perfect, but it's a pity that he was born with little strength, and the gossip palm beats the Arhat, which is the wrong way." ”

That's true.

Chen Pujia slapped his palm on his throat, and the monk didn't move.

The stick came out like a dragon, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

Chen Pujia's body was flexible, like a green snake writhing, and none of the sticks hit her, and the gossip palm beckoned to the ruthless place.

The abbot smiled kindly.

Zhu Yeqing's gossip is very hot, and he is as light as a swallow, and he can be regarded as a martial arts master.

It's a pity that it's a woman, and she is born with a difference of three points.

If you fight like this, you will lose in a short time.

Chen Pujia was calm, put away the gossip palm formation, and she didn't hide from the sticks that came to her face.

The abbot panicked.

Subconsciously thought that Chen Pujia was looking for this short-term view.

"Don't ask for it. ”

But when Chen Pujia was about to make a move, he dodged this stick like thunder.

Do a fist with your shoulder.

The eight-pole fist was attached to the back of the mountain and smashed on the monk's arm.

Concentrate all your strength on one point.

Bang!

Sticks fall to the ground.

The abbot waved his sleeves, "On the two." ”