In the history of martial arts, there has never been a clear document that records such a thing as passing on gong. No one wants to pass on their skills to others, and even if there are such devotees, or in other words, persecuted people, there has never been such a means in history.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone in the inn felt shocked.

After the monk Xiaoye began to perform the Buddha's nirvana cleansing, countless magnificent Buddhist auras emitted a dazzling golden light, and in the golden light, everyone in the inn had to look away, and no one could see what the monk was doing in the golden light.

But soon, Chen Hui began to let out a heart-rending cry of pain, and from the beginning to now, it was only a few breaths, and the severe pain that Monk Xiaoye said had begun to invade Chen Hui's body.

The screams of pain filled everyone's hearts with worry, the shopkeeper had not experienced many battles, but almost every one of them was a tragic battle of life and death, and a person who was not afraid to hover on the edge of life and death let out such a painful cry, which made people wonder what he was experiencing.

If it weren't for those golden lights, they would have noticed that many strange golden lines appeared on the shopkeeper's skin at this moment. Those lines are all over the body, and the whole look looks like a tree.

The lines were sometimes dim and sometimes bright, and a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the monk Xiaoye. It should have been a long process, and in his impression, it should not have been accompanied by such severe pain in the first place, and these lines should not be all over the body.

But the cleansing of the marrow of Venerne has already begun, and this process cannot be stopped.

He began to try to transfer the power of the first Buddha, that is, the ninety years of cultivation of the previous Buddha, into Chenhui's body.

Chen Hui only felt that every inch of his body was breaking and growing rapidly, as if he was constantly torn apart by some kind of force, and he was reborn by some kind of force.

And the next moment, there were many more things in his consciousness that he had never had before.

If consciousness is an ocean, then the sea that Chenhui is returning to at this moment is full of waves and storms everywhere. He felt many unfamiliar emotions.

Anger, compassion, joy, pain, sorrow, confusion.

He felt some kind of powerful power surging into his body, but these forces seemed to have emotions. And the moment all kinds of emotions blended together, the desire to kill and destroy that he had never had before churned in the sea of his consciousness. The emotion of wanting to destroy everything after suddenly becoming strong is like a non-stop wave, hitting wave after wave.

Compared to suppressing the violent desire, the pain diffused by those golden lines was not so obvious.

Chen Hui never thought that he would have such a moment, he wanted to kill and destroy something. He didn't understand the reason, only full of annoyance and anger, and he wanted to break free from the night monk. He could feel the majestic internal energy in his body scurrying around.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! The old man's voice echoed in Chen Hui's mind, like the wind that kept howling on the sea.

Suddenly, Chen Hui opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with golden light, but his eyes were full of violence and murderous desire, and the next moment his expression was distorted by the great pain, as if he had gone mad.

The Xiaoye monk in front of him gently pressed his index finger and middle finger on Chenhui's shoulder, those two fingers seemed to have a mountain-like weight, and no matter how Ren Chenhui broke free, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

A powerful air flow arose from around them, and the wind rose violently. The fallen leaves and gravel in the dense forest on the outskirts are constantly flying, and those fallen leaves and gravel are constantly destroyed by some kind of force. Monk Xiaoye stretched out his third finger, and in an instant, the wind stopped again.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, but that powerful aura made everyone feel the sword intent of the shopkeeper.

Wind and sand sword intent.

Monk Xiaoye's eyes widened, and everything that happened in front of him had deviated from his cognition. He could feel that Chen Hui's body was not empty, and those internal energies that should have disappeared with the collapse of the Qi Sea Inner Field did not dissipate with it.

Chen Hui was still trying to break free of Monk Xiaoye, and a low cry of pain came out of his mouth. The gold in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Monk Xiaoye also never understood why the sacred and magnificent internal strength of Buddhism would bring such a great desire to kill in the process of Buddha's marrow-washing. He knew that this was why he could only choose to pass on the inheritance of people with the best hearts, but he didn't know why he brought these thoughts together.

No one knows why, and this is a secret to Buddhism.

Heaven and earth are full of Buddhist breath and sword energy. Chen Ling looked at those sword qi, déjà vu. But she also felt a hint of danger.

……

Many years ago, Chensha taught Chenhui sword intent in Lianqing Valley. When talking about sword intent, Chensha said: "Stupid apprentice, this kind of thing is very mysterious, meaning is consciousness, mind, idea, artistic conception. The same two kinds of kung fu are completely different under different meanings. ”

Chen Hui has never been a person who can understand the Zen machine, and he shook his little head blankly to express his puzzlement.

"It's okay if you don't understand, after all, you're not a teacher, and you're talking nonsense as a teacher. But let's start with the simplest. For example, emotions, although it makes no sense to say this, your emotions can infect your martial arts and even your internal strength. Well, that's how my master broke with me at the beginning. ”

"From now on, until you practice sword intent, I want you to maintain your most ordinary emotion, or state of mind." Chensha continued.

So in the days that followed, Chen Hui began to cultivate sword intent. As for the emotional state of mind that the master said, he didn't care, Chen Hui was always like a gentle spring breeze, like flowing water in a stream, this was his intention.

Chensha said something difficult to understand, and denied that it was nonsense, the reason for this is only because the person who intends is unspeakable, trying to describe this kind of thing, it is nonsense, he doesn't care whether his apprentice can condense his own will, because everyone will inevitably have everyone's will. But the so-called emotions can affect martial arts and even internal strength, which is true in Chensha's opinion.

Chensha thinks that his apprentice is too easy-going. But it's stubborn. The practice of martial arts pays attention to the heart and roots. Chen Hui is not very good in terms of root bones, but in terms of heart, Chen Sha is very satisfied, of course, he can't say it.

The wind and sand sword intent is the supreme sword technique that Chen Sha comprehended in the unknowable holy land Sikong Sword Pavilion. With the original intention of the phenomenon of wind and sand stopping, which is contrary to the normal state of the world, the pursuit is absolute control.

Condensing all things in the space, no matter what kind of magical power you have, you can only be shocked in the storm of sword qi.

The wind no longer destroys the sand, but controls it.

That's how Chensha taught, and that's how Chenhui learned. But again, it is difficult to completely inherit such a mysterious thing.

What the master wants to teach is to control the storm of heaven and earth, but what the apprentice understands is the sand and gravel that is not moved by the storm.

The wind rises and the sand stops. Why can't you just make that sand? Be the sand that the storm can't blow away and the sword intent can't shake. Chensha didn't know that his apprentice had a completely opposite realization.

He teaches control, but his disciples learn freedom. If you want to control, you must first master the ability not to be controlled by others, and only by not being strewn by any storm is true freedom.

The temperament of the master and apprentice is completely different, the master wants to be powerful in controlling everything, and the apprentice wants to be calm and calm not to be controlled by anyone.

But in the end, what Chen Hui learned was the most authentic wind and sand sword intent, which can spread all over the heaven and earth, and can turn into a storm and stagnate everything with sword intent.

Because at that time, even if he had his own intentions, he couldn't turn them into a specific martial arts.

……

Chen Hui felt some kind of rare purity. He suddenly began to recall the conversation he had with his master. It turns out that what the master said is true, and the internal strength can really penetrate into the emotions.

It's just that he doesn't understand why the divine and magnificent Buddha power can arouse so much violence and murderous desire. No one in the world will understand that the true answer to this question is probably known only to the Buddhas. But at this moment, he felt those emotions slowly begin to fade.

Because there is still an internal strength in his body, the sword intent of wind and sand.

Monk Xiaoye always pressed Chen Hui's shoulder with three fingers, and two hours had passed.

Chen Hui felt that he had regained his ability to sense internal strength, and he could feel that the monk Xiaoye sitting opposite him had a cultivation as vast as the ocean.

And in Chenhui's body, some kind of change is taking place.

Back then, he realized a completely different intention from his master Chensha, but he was never able to turn that intention into a real sword intent. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he might be able to do it.

When the terrifying desire to kill was gradually suppressed, Chen Hui felt that the internal energy in his body was running in a certain circuit.

And the grandeur of Buddhism and the wind and sand sword intent, two completely different internal forces, seem to be slowly merging.

This is the dangerous aura that Chen Ling felt, an internal strength that is both the breath of Buddhism and the sword intent of wind and sand. A change she hadn't seen at all.

Buddha cultivates cause and effect, and believes in reincarnation. In the eyes of a Buddha cultivator, everything in this world is in cause and effect, in samsara. Even the strongest sword intent can't cut off cause and effect, and it can't break reincarnation.

Wind and sand are absolutely controlled, and anything in its domain, even the strength of the opponent, will be stopped. There is also a higher control in this world, a kind of reincarnation that all things cannot escape, a kind of control that is full of causal beauty—order.

Countless thoughts and questions were born in Chen Hui's mind, and at this moment, he seemed to have been numb to pain, and he couldn't feel the intense pain that the Buddha power kept destroying and creating, and he fell into some kind of contemplation, faintly realizing something.

After those murderous desires and violence slowly subsided, he could feel the vicissitudes of life of a Buddhist master.

Monk Xiaoye watched Chenhui's breathing become stable, but the golden light in his eyes slowly revealed some aura that no longer belonged to the Buddha Sect, it was a sword intent, and he finally knew why he had been feeling weird.

Chenhui's Qi Sea Uchida was destroyed, but the moment he burned Qi Sea Uchida, he opened up many originally closed Qi Apertures. Those sword intents were hidden in his qi and did not emanate.

So when Monk Xiaoye began to perform the Buddha Nirvana Cleansing, the sword intent in Chenhui's body has been resisting, so two powerful forces are fighting in the body of a person who has abolished the Qi Sea Uchida, the wind and sand sword intent is destroying everything, and the Buddha breath is constantly repairing all this. For those who bear it, it is natural that they feel intense pain everywhere.

But now it's different, Monk Xiaoye didn't expect that Buddha power and sword intent could be fused.

Xu Shichen's enlightenment intention many years ago finally played a role, and the Buddha power of the Buddha Sect and the wind and sand sword intent in the body slowly fused to form a new internal strength.

A completely different internal energy was running in his body, in the inner field of his reshaped sea of qi.

Monk Xiaoye let out a long breath.

"It seems that you are a very lucky person."

"Master Xiaoye has worked hard." Chen Hui also let out a long breath.

Luck refers to the fact that Chenhui, as a person outside the Buddhist sect, actually received the inheritance of the Buddha's marrow. Although only the power of the Buddha came to help him regenerate Qi Hai Neitian, Chen Hui's own sword intent cultivation was still there, and by chance, he had opened up a lot of qi, and Chen Hui's cultivation in the future would definitely improve faster than before.

The most important thing is that after the fusion of the internal strength and sword qi of the Buddha Sect, no one knows what kind of supernatural power it will have.

The golden light surrounding Monk Xiaoye and Chenhui slowly dissipated.

Chen Hui's whole body was soaked with sweat, but he didn't feel the slightest weakness.

Both Chen Ling and Li Nianyun felt that Chen Hui's cultivation was back, because they both felt the breath of Chen Hui's Nine Leaves Peak Realm.

For the entire ninety years, the cultivation of the masters of the Buddhist Sect did not absorb much, because those cultivations were used to reshape the Qi Sea Uchida of Chenhui. Therefore, his realm is still the peak realm of nine leaves.

But Chenhui did change somewhat.

Li Nianyun and Chen Ling could feel that this drenched shopkeeper was soaking wet, and the aura on his body was not only like a swordsman with a strong sword intent, but also like a monk with the aura of Buddhism.

The meaning of Phoenix Nirvana is not to come back from the dead, but to become stronger with each resurrection.

That's how Chen Hui feels now. His realm is still the peak realm of the Nine Leaves, but the internal strength in his body has undergone a qualitative change, but it is no longer the same as before.

After washing the marrow, Chen Hui really wanted to try his new martial arts, and in the process of Buddha's marrow cleansing technique, he seemed to finally understand how to make that grain of sand that was not affected by the storm.

Chen Hui walked towards Li Nianyun. Li Nianyun suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Brother Li, let's compare." Chen Hui said.

"Huh? It seems that this little monk really has great magical powers, and he actually cured you, a wasted person? But you're just about to challenge the main character? That's arrogant. Li Nianyun was talking, but he had already started the formation.

He had long wanted to compete with Chenhui.

"Let's talk about it first, don't use your tricks or anything, this protagonist can't move if he doesn't want to, and he can't be beaten all the time."

Chen Hui smiled and said, "You attack, I defend." ”

"Yo? Although I am good at defense, my Yunshan Wunian Sword is not weak. Look ahead! ”

A hanging cloud. As soon as Li Nianyun's voice fell, it was the mystery of Yunshan Wunian Sword.

Unlike when dealing with Li Sixiang, he didn't use his internal strength, Li Nianyun at this moment showed the supernatural power of the Nine Leaves Peak Realm, this sword broke through the air, and the powerful white sword qi was like a narrow cloud across the sky.

Chen Hui's hand was sealed, and he didn't try to avoid or take the sword in any of the previous ways at the moment. Li Nianyun felt very strange when he saw Chen Hui's handprint.

It was a Buddhist mudra.

The next moment, a golden light appeared on Chen Hui's body, and the whole person seemed to be covered in the brightest sunlight in the early morning, and then became a little ...... Unreal.

Li Nianyun's pupils shrank, because a hanging cloud had already stabbed Chen Hui. However, Li Nianyun felt that what he had stabbed was only a golden void.

Chen Hui, who was in front of Li Nianyun's sword, didn't seem to exist, and everyone's eyes widened as they watched Li Nianyun's sword pass through the shopkeeper.

It's like passing through a line of autumn water, and it's like passing through a ray of sunshine.

When the golden light on Chen Hui's body dissipated, Li Nianyun had already passed through Chen Hui and appeared behind Chen Hui. He didn't attack again because he didn't figure out what it was all about. He looked at Chen Hui with a look of surprise on his face.

Just like everyone on the lookouts, even the night monk didn't understand.

It was as if in an instant, Chen Hui disappeared, not dodging at a speed invisible to the naked eye, but truly disappearing—incarnating into nothingness.

(The most afraid of writing is a lot of fantasy that describes the operation of various big and small weeks in the protagonist's body, how the real qi and the vitality and chakra slowly change or something, because this kind of thing is too abstract, trying to find a scientific statement to explain in the fantasy story, it's all nonsense and nonsense, extremely nutritious and no plot, fortunately, there are really not many chapters like this, as for the new skills of the shopkeeper, the next chapter will be briefly talked about.) Tomorrow's chapter will be late.,Because the author has a birthday tomorrow.,Well, hmph.,But it won't be broken~)

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