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At this moment, it was the middle of the night, the black clouds on the horizon were like ink, surging non-stop, during which the thunder was rolling, gusts of wind were whistling, and the sky and the earth were full of murderous atmosphere.

At the foot of the mountain, a young man fell to the ground, his monk's robe was broken, and blood was faintly flowing out of his mouth.

Bang!

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, and the huge sound shook the surrounding trees, and countless birds suddenly scattered and flew away!

And at the moment when the thunder resounded, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, and the whole person opened his mouth and breathed violently.

"I'm not dead! My golden cicada is still alive! ”

The hoarse voice seems to have been silent for many years, through the ages, full of vicissitudes and years of tempering, revealing a sense of surprise.

"The demons joined forces to strike, and the power shook the heavens and the earth, haven't I already been bombarded? How did you wake up again? Thinking of this, his body moved, and he only felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and it became extremely difficult to get up from the ground!

"It's not my body!"

Slowly standing firm, Jin Chanzi's brows tightened, and the whole person opened his mouth in astonishment, this body is weak and weak, and there is no trace of internal force in the dantian, not to mention relying on a pair of iron fists to go up to Lingshan again, even if you move, you will feel unbearable pain.

Thinking of this, he was just about to make a move, but at this moment, he only felt a strange memory in his mind like a frenzy of flooding, with a huge impact, almost making him unsteady on his feet again and fainting.

After a long time, after digesting these strange memories, he slowly raised his head, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It's also called Xuanzang, but it's the same as my previous legal name, it's the same, fifteen years old this year, and I can't cultivate internal force..."

The original owner of his current body, the same as his previous Dharma name, is young, is a small novice in Jinshan Temple, because he can't cultivate internal strength, he has been bullied by his peers in the temple, no matter who he is, after seeing Xuanzang, he will be humiliated to show his strength.

Recalling this memory, the golden cicada's eyes showed a trace of sadness, now in this world, all are martial arts respect, that is, the temple treasure temple is also a martial arts Buddha Zen, even if there are many Buddhas, all of them are martial arts Buddha meditation to the great completion, therefore, without internal force, will naturally be humiliated by people in every way.

Not long ago, several talented disciples of Jinshan Temple took Xuanzang here and beat him like a human sandbag, but he didn't expect that because Xuanzang's body had no internal force to protect his body, he was beaten to death and simply thrown into this dense forest, but he didn't expect to be reborn by the golden cicada.

"Unexpectedly, even in this treasure temple temple, the anger is so heavy" Jin Chanzi laughed at himself at this moment, and said: "Yes, this world is full of demons, and my dojo has been attacked by demons, not to mention, in this small temple."

"Well, since I have suffered your body, I will avenge this revenge for you! From today on, I will no longer be the disciple of the Buddha, but a small novice in this Jinshan Temple, Xuanzang! ”

A hint of resoluteness flashed in his eyes, Jin Cicada, no, it should be Xuanzang, took a step and walked resolutely in the direction of Jinshan Temple.

This Jinshan Temple inside and outside the seven links, magnificent, although not as grand as the Chang'an Son of Heaven at the foot of the Avatar Temple, but also a large scale of the treasure temple.

Slowly returning to his room, Xuanzang glanced at the rather simple meditation room, smiled slightly, sat cross-legged on his bed, calmed down, and began to look inwardly at why his body couldn't practice internal strength.

If you want to rely on a pair of iron fists to return to Lingshan and slaughter all the demons, you have to rebuild the martial arts Buddha Zen, and the most basic foundation of the martial arts Buddha Zen is internal force!

Without internal force, everything is like rootless duckweed, ethereal, and in the end it is empty.

Martial Buddha Zen is divided into nine folds, inner breath, gaining power, samadhi, proving emptiness, merging the way, leaving difficulties, extinguishing, shattering emptiness, and consummation.

Among them, the inner breath is the foundation of the nine realms, and it is also the foundation of ten thousand laws, and the realm of internal breath is divided into nine small realms, one is health, two is training, three is divine power, four is rigid and soft, five is released, six is incarnated, seven is the qi, eight is Vientiane, and nine is supernatural.

Only by repairing the weight of internal breath and making one's own internal breath full of the potential of rivers and seas can we give birth to great power and strength, and only then can we have all kinds of realms in the future.

It was only a moment of effort, Xuanzang found out the reason why this body could not practice internal force, it turned out that this body had been subjected to cold and evil qi when he was a child, and then the impurities in the body were stagnant, and the blocked dantian qi veins caused the body to be thin and weak, not to mention practicing internal strength.

Thinking of this, Xuanzang smiled slightly, it was just impurities blocking the meridians, it was not a big drawback, for him who had slaughtered ninety percent of the 100,000 demons under his injury, there were many ways to solve this problem.

Knowing the crux of the matter, Xuanzang smiled slightly, slowly came to the courtyard, looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, stood on his chest with one palm, and said softly: "Amitabha!" ”

After finishing speaking, Xuanzang's body moved slowly, and a burst of heat surged from the body, which was actually the basic boxing method after practicing martial arts Buddhism, this boxing method is not the martial arts of Jinshan Temple, but Xuanzang summarized the three basic boxing methods according to the previous Jin Cicada study of martial arts.

This fist moves, like a boy worshipping the Buddha, extremely sincere, stirring the air flow with one move, and the tiger and the tiger are windy.

And at this moment, the dark clouds above the head are hanging more and more low and depressed, as if the sky is about to fall, burying all beings.

At this moment, Xuanzang's set of boxing techniques is getting faster and faster, and he is not aware of the thunder around him, and his originally thin body is gradually emitting a trace of white mist in the cold wind at this moment, not only that, but on his body, some black impurities gradually appear, which are extremely viscous and stinky.

Gradually, Xuanzang only felt that his body was becoming lighter and more transparent, and the impurities that were originally stagnant in his body were gradually discharged from his body, and even the injuries he suffered were slowly recovering.

At this moment, he only felt a warmth in the dantian, and a trace of internal force that seemed to be there ignited like a candle flame, swaying in the dantian.

Feeling this trace of internal force, Xuanzang suddenly smiled, once upon a time, he, the golden cicada who slaughtered the demons in the sky, would also be so happy to practice a trace of internal force.

A trace of internal force was born, Xuanzang didn't dare to hesitate at this moment, hurriedly sat cross-legged and calmed down, and began to dominate this wisp of internal force to swim around his body, and began to grow slowly.