Concentration is the state of fit produced by the body and the spirit reaching a perfect match, but there is no perfection in the world, the ancients deduced the way of heaven with the number of great rays, and there were also those who did not use it, and only used the virtual to the real, and only extrapolated the ignorant future with the derivative changes of the forty-nine.

Tang Bai can't always be in a fixed state, if he doesn't enter the fixed state, he will be like a cloud falling to the bottom, and his martial arts skills are not even as good as a grandmaster.

He can't tell the realm of his martial arts, if he talks about a craftsman, he is really strong, but he is better than a master of the realm; if he says the realm of the realm, his martial arts are unfamiliar, and his skills are not as good as a craftsman.

His current situation is like a child who has just learned to walk, has the strength of an adult, and he will not use it.

It is not unreasonable for the people of the rivers and lakes to divide the realm of martial arts training into five standards: martial apprentices, craftsmen, grandmasters, realms, and realms.

Tang Bai had to look for new food.

In this Jedi, the source of food is not only the monsters outside the stone prison, but the fish in the waterhole.

Hunger was a whip that whipped him hard to face the mighty monsters outside.

Facing the monster again, he was calm, he understood a new footwork, and with the sword in his hand, he was full of confidence.

The long sword in his hand shook a sword flower, using the stabbing technique in the 'Eighteen Styles of Swordsmanship'.

Tattooing is about speed, strength, and precision.

The sword light was illuminated by the light stone, like a glowing silver dragon, and the tip of the sword pierced the air into a 'black' hole, and this sword pierced the eyes of the monster.

The monster has scales all over its body, and it is harder than steel, so if you want to seriously injure it, you can only find a weak defense to attack.

Tang Bai was not satisfied with the speed and power of this sword, and was a little slower than he expected.

After the monster fought with him, its wisdom opened faster and faster, and its eyes emitted green light, with a hint of human contempt.

It raised its giant claw and grabbed Tang Bai's long sword with great precision, and when Tang Bai was about to change the stab to a pick, the huge claw suddenly accelerated, like a huge pillar falling from the sky, accompanied by a loud roar, the giant claw avoided the long sword and slapped at Tang Bai's chest.

Tang Bai was deaf to his ears by a loud roar, and then a gust of wind rushed in his face, as if to blow him away, and then he felt a change in the air, and the air rushed towards him like a great river.

Tang Bai wanted to merge himself into the wind and air currents and avoid the monster's attacks, but he found that there seemed to be some distance between his mind and his limbs, and when he turned his body slightly and was about to retreat, the monster's giant claws slapped on his shoulder.

The tremendous force slammed into him like a locomotive, knocking him out of the way, crashing into the stone wall of the passage.

Tang Bai's brain was blank, and the moment he landed, there was fluid flowing out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, which was blood, his own blood.

Tang Bai felt the pain, the internal organs were hurting, the muscles, bones, skin and flesh were hurting, and he felt that his body was like a porcelain that had been smashed.

The monster kept roaring, its sound was like thunder, pulling the iron rope on its body and rushing towards Tang Bai, and the tongue that was missing half of it rolled towards Tang Bai like a snake letter, wanting to roll Tang Bai into his mouth, bite and swallow it into his stomach.

It's just that Tang Bai's life should not be extinguished, the monster's tongue was cut off by Tang Bai, it is this small half of the distance, no matter how the monster struggles and tries, it is like a moat.

The sound of the rough iron cable 'dangdang' seems to be breaking at any time.

Tang Bai lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, he couldn't move, he could see the monster's merciless gaze, the fishy wind with mucus, and the teeth like sharp blades, which made him tremble.

After this moment of life and death, he finally understood that even if the "Lotus Sutra" is a legendary immortal scripture, there is no quick martial art in the world.

Everything needs to have a process of development, and there is no quick way to do it.

The time he has been practicing martial arts for too short a time, and his foundation is shallow, so he feels the distance between his spirit and his body, and he finally understands why the people of Jianghu have the saying of craftsmen, grandmasters, realms and realms.

Craftsman is a process that a martial artist must go through, a move and a style need many years of practice, accumulation, and proficiency; the spirit and body also need to be constantly run-in, becoming an instinctive habit, any attack and defense, no need to think, such as eating and sleeping, naturally, this is what the people in the rivers and lakes call the craftsman.

Craftsmen do not need talent, they need unremitting efforts, and they are unwavering, unwavering, unyielding perseverance, which is more pure than the grandmaster, the mirror and the world.

Tang Bai once heard Tang Xingjun say: "A carpenter needs many skills such as cutting, fighting, planing, picking eyes, and carving to create exquisite furniture; The same is true for martial arts craftsmen, only by constantly practicing, constantly fighting with others, and tempering between life and death, can we understand the true meaning between the moves and reach the realm of craftsmen who are in harmony with God and form. ”

It was only at this time that Tang Bai understood the true meaning of these words.

He has only practiced the Tang family boxing method for a few months, and the time to practice swordsmanship is even rarer, his true qi is indeed profound, and he also remembers countless martial arts in his mind, and his understanding is unparalleled, but he is not proficient in martial arts, and if he is not familiar with the skills, he will be unfamiliar and his reaction will be sluggish, which is a phenomenon that every martial artist has when he practices martial arts, and Tang Bai is no exception.

He is just a martial artist who has stepped into the world of martial artists, just a martial artist whose eyes are fascinated by the fixed realm, and he is self-righteous, and his power is like the moon seen in the water, with a shadow.

Concentration is only a perfect realm, like the inspiration of a poet, like a brilliant firework, like an instant bloom, and it cannot last long.

Tang Bai still has a chance.

He took a deep breath, endured the pain, and began to chant, but this time the chanting was different from the past, every time he recited a word, the true qi driven by his breath was like squeezing his chest and lungs, pulling his muscles, and the huge pain made him unable to concentrate his spirit at all.

He was so badly injured that the monster's claw made him feel as if he had gone back to three years ago, and the meridians in his body had been broken again.

Hunger, blood loss, and pain made him feel dizzy and would faint at any moment.

He shook his head to sober himself up, and he kept saying to himself, you can't faint, once you faint, maybe you won't wake up again.

He thought of Yan Feifei, thought of the Tang family, thought of the past life, thought of the past, when hunger and pain threatened life, when life hung by a thread, what he thought about the most was to live.

This is the instinct of life, and it will never compromise with death.

His spirit was highly concentrated because of the coercion of life, and countless thoughts flashed through him, all of which were vetoed by him, and perhaps the only thing that could save him was the sudden appearance of the bell mark on his forehead.

He put all his thoughts into the sea of knowledge, and wanted to condense these thoughts into eyes in the sea of knowledge, but the more this happened, the more dizzy his brain became, and he was a little desperate.

"Buddha of Bliss"

Tang Bai thought of the old monk who had appeared in front of him, the dream that seemed to be real and illusory, and the strange "Buddha of Bliss" on the lotus platform.

But how can we enter the realm of dreams and not dreams like last time?

He kept thinking and recalling, and in a moment, he seemed to hear a great voice in his mind: "If you want to see my body, you must read my name; if you want to see my body, you must read my name, if you want to see my body, you must read my name。。。。。。 ”

When he woke up for a moment, the voice disappeared without a trace, as if it were just a memory hidden in the depths of his mind.

Tang Bai had no other way, no matter whether it was a sea of swords or fire, and a thousand disasters, he could only give it a try. He endured the pain, but kept reciting the Dharma name of the 'Buddha of Bliss' in his heart, over and over again, like an insomniac man who keeps counting sheep in the middle of the night.

The three words 'Buddha of Bliss' seemed to have taken root in his heart, and he felt that the name had become affectionate, and at the same time, he heard the sound of the scriptures.

The chanting sound was not loud, like the rustling of rain on a spring night, and it came from a dream.

It's a dream, it's not a dream.

An inscription appeared in front of his eyes, exuding an extremely faint golden light, word by word, sentence by sentence, from the sky, from the earth, from the sea of people, from the depths of the universe, more and more, condensed into a huge bell, emitting a strong golden light.

Bathed in golden light, Tang Bai seemed to return to his mother's body, feeling unparalleled joy in his body and mind, as if he had transcended the cycle of life and death, got rid of the shackles of fate, and was free in the universe of heaven and earth.

Just when he was about to indulge in this pleasure, he saw a purple green lotus, the green lotus grew bigger and bigger, as if to envelop the whole universe, and on the green lotus, there were all kinds of virtual shadows emerging, like pictures and not pictures, turning into the sun, moon and stars, rivers and lakes, mountains and rivers, golden treasures, wind and clouds, thunder and lightning.

There is a fragrance that refreshes people's hearts, like endless flowers, and the fragrance comes from the heart, which makes people extremely intoxicated.

Unconsciously, Tang Bai seemed to be in two different worlds, and Tang Bai himself seemed to be divided into two different people.

Then a huge bell rang, and a phantom figure appeared on the bell, rising and falling in the endless golden light, indistinct, as if he were speaking, as if he were chanting.

An unfamiliar voice sounded in Tang Bai's mind.

"There is life and not birth, there is not transformation, there is no birth and no destruction, there is no dirt and impurity, there is no destruction and no destruction。。。。。。 ”

The voices were vague and incomprehensible, turning into runes in the air, and the runes turned into huge Buddhas, and the expressions on the faces of the Buddhas were different, whether they were happy, angry, sad, sad, or fearful, with great compassion and great evil.

The purple green lotus vibrated slightly, and a purple light rushed to the sky, like a purple sword, rushing into the air and slashing the Buddha.

The Buddha burst and turned into infinite runes, absorbed by the void in the air, and the blurred figure became a lot clearer; he sat with his eyes closed, pinched the seal with both hands, the treasure was solemn, the golden light on his body was more dazzling, the chanting sound became louder and louder, in the sound of the scriptures, it seemed that he could see a long river of time flowing under his feet, in the earthly world, endless people were worshipping, praising and praying, at this time he stretched out his palm, and a mysterious Dharma seal appeared in his palm; the purple light emitted by the green lotus went to his palm like a dragon returning to the sea.