Zhang Wuji said: "Shaolin's ancestor Bodhidharma is a Tianzhu person, and this Yijin Sutra and the Washing Marrow Sutra are handed down by Bodhidharma, understand?" ”

Yang Xiao's hand holding the sheepskin suddenly trembled, as if he had been strongly stimulated, and asked in a trembling voice: "What does the sect leader mean is that the value of this sheepskin is comparable to Shaolin's Yi Jin and Washing the Pulp Two Sutras?" ”

Yin Tianzheng and others are also emotional, that is Shaolin's Yijin Sutra and Washing the Marrow Sutra, Shaolin can be a hero in martial arts, relying on these two scriptures. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhang Wuji stopped and said: "I don't know this, I need to translate it to be sure, but if the old man surnamed Jin of King Kong Gate practices the kung fu in his door, he can't reach the innate realm until he dies, it is likely that the secret of his advanced innate is on this sheepskin, and the ancient yoga technique that can be cultivated to the innate realm is not much different from the two sutras of Yi Jin and Washing the Pulp, but I don't understand Sanskrit, and I can only be sure after the translation comes out." ”

Yang Xiao suddenly approached a brazier, spread out the sheepskin and looked at it, he was so excited just now that he almost forgot that he knew Sanskrit.

Yin Tianzheng and the others also thought of this, and they all followed Yang Xiao over, surrounding him, and they didn't dare to come out, and everyone looked anxious. The golden bald head has few objects on it, only a sheepskin and a plaster, which shows its preciousness. It is very likely that this sheepskin contains the secret of his advanced innate nature, and this temptation is really not small.

Zhang Wuji shook his head with a smile and walked towards the seven bald guys who were pointed out and couldn't move. In the resentful eyes of the seven people, they searched their arms one by one, and sure enough, there was a black plaster in each of their arms, but there was nothing of value other than that.

I sniffed them one by one, and it was the same as the smell found on the golden bald head.

He unlocked the acupuncture passage of one of them and asked, "Where is the main altar of the Vajra Gate?" ”

The man's eyes were full of anger, but his tone was calm, and he said, "I won't tell you, you can do it." ”

Zhang Wuji said: "So tough, aren't you afraid of being tortured?" ”

This person said: "In this life, I have tortured others, and I have enjoyed everything I can, and there is nothing to be afraid of." What's more, Uncle Jin died at your hands, even if I live, I will die when I go back. It's the same with them, so don't bother. ”

Zhang Wuji laughed twice and said, "So confident? Then let's have fun. As he spoke, he pointed to the big hole in his chest.

In turn, five bald guys were hit, but these five people did not unlock their dumb holes. said lightly, "I can't help it, so I nodded." He said to Hou Cheng behind him: "One person stares at the other, and someone who wants to talk calls me." As he spoke, he walked to the last person.

Hou Cheng waved his hand, and six people walked out of the guards, and one person chose one, staring at it. At this time, the six people who were pointed were like spasms, the whole body contracted, the first person was already in pain and couldn't bear it, moaning, and the next five people were unable to speak because of the dumb hole, sweating profusely, and in an instant, the whole body was soaked, as if soaked in water.

Zhang Wuji didn't care about them, and it was too easy for someone who cultivated the inner family boxing, especially since he was also a Xingyi Quan grandmaster who had cultivated to the realm of transformation masters. In later generations, a broken tendon and pulse point out is enough to overshadow all torture experts.

Walking up to the last bald man, he clearly saw the pain his six brothers were suffering, his face pale and beads of sweat. Zhang Wuji said: "Don't be afraid, you are different from them. ”

This person was surprised, Zhang Wuji had already tore open his shirt, grabbed his left arm, and pinched it inch by inch, not only pinching off the bones, but also the big tendons, and breaking a few of his ribs. His tears and snot flowed from the pain, but he just couldn't faint, because just as he was about to faint, the pain stimulated him to wake up.

Zhang Wuji's face was expressionless, and he was doing his own thing very naturally, but Hou Cheng, who was following behind him, was already sweating profusely, watching the sect leader do this, and the guard commander next to him, the sect leader, was also scared enough.

Zhang Wuji pinched off his bones, connected some of them, took out a plaster, scratched it slightly, applied it to the bone, and smoothed it evenly. said: "Hou Cheng, find someone to take care of him, and call me in twelve hours." Then he gave him all the plasters he had gathered, and commanded: "Keep them safe." ”

Hou Cheng, a thirty-one-year-old iron-blooded man, took the plaster with sweating profusely, hurriedly said yes, and immediately ordered his subordinates to do things. Zhang Wuji looked at the sweat on his face, smiled, and did not speak.

Practicing external skills is much harder than practicing internal skills, and it is far from being able to persevere inhuman suffering, which is far from being something that ordinary people can persevere.

Although Zhang Wuji was surprised in his heart, he did not sympathize with them, the Vajra Gate could be said to be the number one enemy of the Holy Sect in the Western Regions. In the future, the Holy Sect will focus more energy on the Central Plains, but the **** of the Bright Peak cannot be abandoned, and a large number of the main forces of the Holy Sect will be transferred to the Central Plains, and the Bright Peak will be in danger, so before he leaves, if possible, it is better to deal with the scourge of the King Kong Gate.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji turned his head to look back, only to see Yang Xiao with a happy face, coming in a hurry, and his grandfather and others also looked happy.

Yang Xiao walked up to Zhang Wuji and said, "Sect Master, the Sanskrit text on it says that this sheepskin is called Yoga Sutra, which was created by a Tianzhu man named Patanjali, and it has a history of more than 1,000 years. ”

"Patangali? Yoga Sutra? Zhang Wuji fell into deep thought, these two names seemed to be very familiar, and a little confused, they must have appeared in Zhang Gong's memory, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration, "The great sage of India, Patanjali, the ancestor of yoga, is him." Fishing for the treasure, it was really a surprise, this must be the spoils of the Mongols' capture of India, and then somehow it ended up in the hands of the golden bald head, no wonder he was able to cultivate to the innate realm. In an instant, Zhang Wuji deduced that the beginning and end of the Yoga Sutra was really like this.

Zhang Wuji said: "Yang Zuo, when the enemy retreats, you must carefully translate this book, you must carefully proofread it, and there can be no mistakes, and in the future, it will be used as the foundation of the Holy Sect, and everyone can learn it." ”

Yang Xiao hesitated for a while, although he didn't know who Patanjali was, and it was the first time he had come into contact with yoga as a way of cultivation, but he had practiced martial arts for many years, so he naturally saw the value of this book at a glance.