Just now, Wang Zhong whispered a mantra in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them!

Although Lin Zhenying has not practiced this mantra, he can also tell that this is a method of cultivation, which can just make up for his shortcomings in having no skills!

Lin Zhenying didn't have the idea of asking Wang Zhong for advice, but the mantra has always been the inheritance of various families and factions, and non-disciples of this sect cannot practice, so Lin Zhenying's mouth opened but did not make any sound.

But to his surprise, Wang Zhong took the initiative to sue him, so Lin Zhenying looked incredulous.

"This mantra is not a secret that cannot be passed on, and it is impossible to become an immortal, but I hope you can live longer!"

Wang Zhong didn't understand this truth, but he really didn't want Lin Zhenying to die young like later generations, causing regret, so he simply told Lin Zhenying to run the method for a while, as Wang Zhong said, this method is just the entrance formula of each faction, and it will not have too high attainments, but it lacks qi and blood to prolong life.

"Thank you, Wang Sheng!"

Lin Zhenying said gratefully.

"I hope you'll live longer!"

Wang Zhong said secretly in his heart.

"What are you talking about?"

Fat Hong asked with some curiosity.

"I'm saying, Brother Xiaolong's punch speed is too fast, not only you, but even Long Chen has been kicked and flown over. But he is worse than you, he only appeared for three seconds in "Jingwumen", and he was kicked away!"

Wang Zhong smiled and changed the topic and said haha.

Chen Long worked hard enough that time, not only played the role of the Japanese ronin, but also served as a stand-in in the end. was kicked by Brother Xiaolong for more than ten meters, although he was hanging Weiya, but it was also very painful, as far as I know, the last shot was taken three times in a row. Chen Long was beaten and bruised all over his body!"

Thinking of the desperate Saburo Chen Long. Hong Fatman sighed with a sigh on his face. is fighting with this ruthlessness, Chen Long has gone from stand-in, dragon and tiger martial artist, dragon set, supporting role, to today's protagonist!

Long Chen: Yes. Why not?

Looking at the scenery of the acting career, there are a few people who can understand the sourness behind it.

"Mary, where's the dragon?"

When Wang Zhong noticed leaving, he didn't see Liang Dalong.

"Boss, after the celebration banquet. They also have a small party to play late!"

Mary said with a smile.

"Forget it, don't worry about him, let's go back quickly, I still have to sort out the information!"

Wang Zhong said a little impatiently.

"Boss, you've been busy all day, don't be too tired!"

Mary said with some concern.

"Besides, boss. Don't you often warn us not to read "Zhou Yi" at night?"

"I've really forgotten about it, thank you, Mary!"

Wang Zhong patted his head. Some suddenly realized.

I don't read the Book of Changes at night, not because of ghosts and gods, nor because of weak yang, but because reading the Book of Changes is easy to consume people's energy, and the reading of the Book of Changes has a special taste, which makes people unbearable to release the volume. Even in my sleep, I can't help but think. It will lead to insomnia, dreaminess and other conditions. So. The study of the I Ching is generally chosen during the day!

"Okay, now go back to bed! I'll be sorting out the relevant materials tomorrow!"

Wang Zhong looked at the night scene outside. Said with a smile.

The moonlight is like water, and it is a little bit of starry embellishment, like a dazzling diamond on the black curtain, and the whole night sky is magnificent. There are also a few blessing Kong Ming lanterns flying by, adding a touch of excitement to this quiet time and space.

But these are not Wang Zhong's concerns, because all his eyes are attracted by the thangka in front of him!

Several handprints were painted on the back of the thangka with gold juice!

In the thangka zuò, the back is coated with gold juice and the lama's mudra is pressed, and then the sutra is chanted to consecrate!

Wang Zhong thought that the handprint gold juice behind it was just a tradition!

But today, under the moonlight, Wang Zhong noticed a little different!

The seemingly irregular gold juice and handprints actually appeared in several coherent movements under the refraction of the moonlight!

This is!

Mahamudra!

Mahamudra is a type of Dharma, it contains all the teachings, it is the essence of all the teachings in one, and Mahamudra itself is a special teaching.

Mahamudra is the essence of the Tibetan Kagyu School, the Xijie School, the Enlightenment School, etc., which directly inherits the transmission of the late Indian yoga achievements of the masters, with a simple and clear key, the total capture of the Buddha's views, practice, practice, and fruits, just like the elixir of turning stones into gold, the finishing touch, indicating the Nirvana of the Buddha's mind, which can be called the Tibetan Dharma Eye Collection. The Tibetan Mahamudra method is both dense and dense, and it is gradually ready, the system is precise, and the three roots are very similar to the Zen heart method, and it is more convenient for beginners.

But Wang Zhong felt that this big mudra was even older!

It should be the mudra of ancient Buddhism in India!

Wang Zhong looked at it with a shocked expression.

Subconsciously imitated his hands!

With the transformation of the mudra!

Wang Zhong could feel a special energy in the air that resonated with himself, and golden points of light converged towards him and onto his hand, and finally formed a golden handprint!

Wang Zhong's body also began to tremble rhythmically with the handprint.

Airplanes!

As his cultivation deepened, Wang Zhong's lips slowly trembled, and he uttered short syllables.

Hawkers!

This!

Huh!

Cat’s meow!

Bellow!

Every time he spit out a syllable, Wang Zhong's whole body felt a trembling feeling, and when the last syllable was spit out, a strange Sanskrit text appeared in Wang Zhong's mind!

In his mind, a thin monk appeared, his hands quickly changing various gestures, forming one quaint and mysterious handprint after another!

Wang Zhong, who has never studied Sanskrit, was able to read the meaning of this Sanskrit!

It's a spiritual inheritance!

You can ignore the differences in space, time, and culture!

It will be imprinted directly in the minds of the inherited, pointing directly to the heart!

Prajna Mahamudra!

The thangkas of the Guge Dynasty actually concealed a Prajna Mahamudra practice!

According to the Sanskrit commentary, this Mahamudra is the Guru Rinchen Sampo of the Guge Dynasty. In order to avoid the interruption of the lineage, the Supreme Dharma welcomed back from Kashmir used gold water to rub the Dharma on the back of the thangka!

Time has changed, dynasties have changed, and the Guge Dynasty of the past has long disappeared into the clouds. Even Guge Buddhism has changed a lot with the changes of time and the local religions!

But only this thangka has been handed down, and the spiritual imprint in the thangka has not disappeared!

The corners of Wang Zhong's mouth slowly turned up!

Tantra and Taoism have a lot in common!

This inheritance comes from ancient Buddhism, and it is even more precious!

All the Buddha's light and inheritance turned into a seed, and this seed was planted in Wang Zhong's sea of consciousness!

Moreover, this inheritance is just a seed!

Just manage it carefully. It will always sprout and grow, and finally turn into a flat boat, carrying Wang Zhong to the other side!

Dressed in a yellow monk's robe, Nai Peng, who was emaciated, had a straight back and was like a nail, nailed to Wang Zhong's door!

The access control used to be a monk begging for food. Once, he gave food to Naipong. But Napong, who had been given the food, did not leave, but continued to stand there.

The doorman also once tried to drive away!

But the emaciated Naipeng's whole body strength is not ordinary!

Two sturdy security guards stepped forward and pushed them, but they couldn't let Naipong move for half a minute!

The unbelieving security guards gathered five or six strong men to work together, but no matter how hard they tried, Naipeng's feet seemed to grow on the ground!

The security guards also tried to drive Naiphong away with batons!

But Naipeng's whole body was like rubber, and the hard baton hit it, as if it was hitting on the defeated leather, looking at Naipeng who closed his eyes and chanted!

Security is just dull. I also understand that the person in front of me is a master!

As a last resort, they could only call Wang Zhong!

Wang Zhong looked at the thin body, sat on the ground, closed his eyes and chanted. Imitation of a number of corpses.

Naipong's heart is far from being so calm as it seems, in fact, he has already arrived last night!

He actually saw the Buddha's light in the sky, as well as the big mudras condensed by the Buddha's light.

What shocked him the most was that the Buddha's big mudra in the air finally condensed into a Buddha seed and flew into the villa!

Although Buddhism says that everyone has their true face, they all have Vajra Buddha species!

But this kind of Buddha power condensed Buddha seed is even more precious, and everyone who obtains the Buddha seed. They are all atmospheric luck and great creation. Great responsibility!

For example, Master Xuanzang, Six Ancestors Huineng and so on!

I didn't expect Wang Zhong to condense the Buddha seed yesterday!

How can Naipong's heart be calm!

Is this the man of destiny?

To kill or not to kill?

Thinking of the tens of thousands of people below the Ganesha Temple. Naipong's heart slowly became firm!

Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, Nai Peng is just an ordinary monk begging for food, but in Wang Zhong's eyes, the red blood on the top of Nai Peng's head is like wolf smoke, condensing but not dissipating, and it goes straight to the sky!

Wang Zhong could still feel the killing intent in Naipeng's heart!

"You're going to kill me?"

Wang Zhong looked at Nai Peng and asked lightly.

"You must die!"

Naipeng's Chinese was a little weird, but Wang Zhong understood what he meant.

"Do we have a grudge?"

Wang Zhong asked pointedly.

"No hatred!"

Napong shook his head firmly.

"Resentful?"

Wang Zhong asked again.

"No complaints!"

Napon shook his head firmly again.

"Because someone wants you dead!"

Nai Peng didn't wait for Wang Zhong to ask again, and took the initiative to say.

"I'm here to kill you, and I'm ready to be killed by you!"

"There is no right or wrong here, if I stand and lie down, you are wrong!"

"Good!"

Wang Zhong didn't say much, looking at the thin Nai Peng, his heart burned with a raging war intent.

"You and I will fight, it is inevitable, but I hope that we will carry out it under the UFC, notarization, we will be divided into superiority and life and death!"

"Good!"

Napong's eyes closed again.

March 18, 1983, it was an ordinary day and a special day!

Because the Xiangjiang Martial God Wang Zhong will face the Thai grandmaster Naipong on this day!

Jin Tang, Zou Daheng, Shao Liushu and other leading figures have been invited, and this game will be broadcast live!

Accompanied by Ma San, the old man Gong Yutian stood on the platform, looking at Wang Zhong, who was dressed in white and meditating quietly, and was silent for a long time!

This is the fate of a warrior!

If you can kill someone in the ring, someone else can kill you!

If you don't want to be killed, you can only make your fists stronger and harder!

As the old saying goes, once you enter the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself!

The live broadcast was requested by Wang Zhong himself.

Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves!

Wang Zhong and Nai Peng are both martial arts masters, and no matter who dies in battle, they should be respected!

"Master, are you ready?"

Wang Zhong's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and there seemed to be a starry sky inside, as if there was a country and a mountain society. The blood in Wang Zhong's whole body roared, and the thick blood vessels seemed to be dragons, as if they were about to tear their muscles and rise into the air at any time. But the most peculiar thing is Wang Zhong's spine, which seems to be a nine-day divine dragon, constantly trembling and roaring!

Nai Peng was dressed in a monk's robe, sitting cross-legged, his eyes drooping, his mouth kept opening and closing, and he recited a tongue-twisting scripture in a low voice!

But the strange thing is that although Naipeng's voice was very small, everyone at the scene heard it very clearly, as if his mouth was close to everyone's ears and kept murmuring.

"Let's go, don't get lost next time!"

Naipeng's palm spread out and lay steadily on the ground, and a black ant crawled down from his palm and quickly crawled towards the cave in the distance.

Napong's eyes followed the ant until he disappeared from sight!

There was compassion, pity, and a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Wang Sheng, many times, I envy them very much, because they have no wisdom, and without wisdom there is no trouble!"

Naipeng didn't face the battle immediately, but said with some emotion.

"As a Buddha, I want to kill you who I don't know, it's my sin!"

"As a martial artist, it is my honor to be able to fight with you, whether it is life or death!"

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, does the master want to become a Buddha, or does he become a demon?"

Wang Zhong's eyes also slowly drooped, and his spirit was introverted.

"Buddha and demon are one, without Buddha there is no demon, and without demon there is no Buddha!"

Nai Peng slowly rolled his hand beads and said with a compassionate face.

"I'm here to kill you, I'm a demon! But if I kill you, I've saved tens of thousands of people, and I'm a Buddha again!"

"If you want to kill me, then you must be prepared to be killed by me!"

Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling light shot out!

"That's as it should be!"

Naipong's eyes were also wide, and the eyes of the two intertwined in the air.

Boom!

Napong was the first to strike, his fist small but as hard as a steel hammer.

Muay Thai is known as an iron fist, copper elbow and steel knee!

In order to work a pair of hard fists, they have to train for long hours every day!

Use your fists, knees, and elbows to attack hard trees, and with a lot of training, a lot of calluses will form on the surface of the skin, and periosteal protrusions will be smoothed out. Their fists will be as hard as hammers, and even the hardest bones in the human body will be crushed by them!

Boom!

Wang Zhong took half a step forward, and it was also a punch!

The two fists collide in the air!(To be continued)R466