The room was gray, tidy and tidy, a lonely candle flickered, and the old monk sat at the table, trembling with a brush to transcribe the scriptures. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ding Yi walked over respectfully, and looked directly at the old monk who wrote the "Lenga Sutra", although the strength of his hands was loose, but the handwriting was upright, and there was no bit of crookedness, obviously foreign objects could not affect his heart to the Buddha.

Under the lights, the thin old figure looks like a high-seated monk, and his appearance is peaceful.

"Master, Ding is back." Ding Yi said slowly, and saw that the old monk in front of him seemed to be writing the last page, and then answered.

The sweeping monk coughed a few times, gently put down the brush in his hand, and said, "The young man is walking slowly, I think this trip is smooth." ”

"Ding listened to the master's words, although this trip was coincidental, there were no casualties on the way, and this true scripture has already been brought."

After speaking, Ding Yi took out the scripture book from his chest and gently placed it in front of the old monk.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency because of the loss of more than enough, so the void is better than the truth, the lack is more than enough, its meaning, its mystery, its interest is deep, and the image of heaven and earth is divided." The old monk picked up the book, read it softly, and sighed for a moment: "If it is really a peerless school, this internal strength can also be compared with the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, no wonder the rivers and lakes have set off a bloody storm." ”

He turned a few more pages and sighed: "This book is like a sect of extreme Taoism, and the internal strength and mental method are also thorough and upright, but the yin qi in the next volume is too heavy, but it is not a real Taoist move, and there is also a ruthless atmosphere between the words, obviously resentful." But this book is for young heroes.."

"How?" Ding Yi was a little nervous, this nine yin was written by Huang Shang, all because of the hatred of the sea of blood, so it was like what the old monk said, but at this moment, I didn't care about how the old monk knew, but whether this book could cure his broken arm!

"Don't panic Shaoxia, this book is biased with pure yin, but it may not be impossible to learn from it, and the pure yang true qi in Lao Gao's body can create a pure yang exercise, I believe it will have a special effect on Shaoxia's broken arm." The old monk saw that Ding Yi was impatient, and replied with a wide voice.

Ding Yi's hanging heart instantly fell back into his stomach, and he said with great joy: "Thank you, master!" ”

The old monk nodded, and was amazed by the commentators of this book, and every time he asked, Ding answered one by one, saying that Huang Shang was writing this book, but the enemy died of old age, and he really shook his head, and hatred always made people uncontrollable.

The old monk read the scriptures alone, read them several times, until there was no defect, and then returned the scriptures to Ding Yi, and said: "The young man is at his own convenience, the old man must have a clear heart, and after two months, I believe there will be gains." ”

Ding Yi nodded again and again, and when he went out of the door, Fang hid the scriptures on his chest, looked at the bare Ziwu monk at the door, and said happily: "Ziwu, please lead me to host with Shaolin, I have important matters to discuss with him." ”

But it was Ding Yi's heart for the assistance of the old monk, and he was ready to bow down to the book stolen half a month ago, and was ready to ask for two months with a cheeky face, and discuss the conditions of the old monk with them, no matter what the pure yang gong was, he had to promise to protect Shaolin, and he was worried about the old monk's establishment of exercises, although Huashan was stimulated, but the sky was not satisfactory, and he did not dare to go out of the temple at will.

Zi Wu nodded, and took Ding Yi to the auditorium, just as the homework was finished, and the rows of bald heads came out in front of him, Ding Yi saw the white-bearded abbot with a kind face from afar, wearing a robe and coming with several old people, and he also quickened his pace and walked over.

Not to mention how Ding Yi talked with Shaolin, and why he earned more than two months, in short, Shaolin was polite and thoughtful to Ding Yi, like he didn't pay attention to stealing the scriptures last time, which was more or less because of his toughness.

Ding Yi never thought that Shaolin would be so weak, except for the four first-class masters of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the host was not weak, but this kind of defense was really difficult to prevent Ding Yi.

In any case, Ding Yi really lived, every day Shaolin wandered, worshiped the Buddha, and the hundreds of monks in the temple were not surprised, but there was always a simple little monk around him.

Some days, Ding Yi was bored, so he found Shangzi to pass the time, the exercises taught during the day, and chatted with the system at night, and the days were leisurely, although he wanted to go out for a walk, but he really couldn't let go of his heart, so he had to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day to meditate, and every time he coughed, he was frightened.

Counting more than 40 days, the sky is gradually getting cooler, and even the goose feather like heavy snow, this day the radish and cabbage are really eaten to the stomach, Ding Yi is about to go up the mountain to do some game, just halfway through, Zi Wuis hurriedly ran to say: "Brother Ding, the old ancestor is invited!" ”

"What?" Ding Yi was shocked after hearing this, and then he was happy, could it be that the scripture has been completed? Or maybe something happened in between? Recently, the old monk has been coughing very badly?

Ding Yi didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly ran towards the Jinglou, and knocked a few times before pushing the door in.

But seeing that the old monk was haggard and withered, his face was bloodless, as if he had reached the limit, Ding Yi's heart sank, couldn't it be hard work to speed up the time of the holy monk?

"Master!" Ding Yi suppressed his doubts and saluted to the old monk in front of him.

The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "This scripture has been completed, Shaoxia will take it and give it a try, I believe that Yu Shaoxia's right arm has a different effect." ”

Ding Yi was overjoyed, he didn't want to be such news, so he hurriedly saluted the old monk and cautiously picked up the scriptures.

I saw that it was written: "He is powerful, I am also powerful, where my strength is, he is powerless, I am powerless.... He is strong by him, the green mountains are blowing the hills, motionless, moving like moving the river, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river..."

Seeing this, Ding Yi was surprised, this is indeed the true Jiuyang Divine Skill, and Zhang Wuji in the Heaven and Dragon Slayer is reading this sentence.

Ding Yi immediately sat down, holding the scriptures in his hand, and hurriedly asked the old monk for detailed guidance on what he didn't understand.

This scripture is divided into two parts, one is the general, the other is the internal strength of the mind, for Ding Yi's questioning, the old monk is not bored, but from beginning to end, compared with the Nine Yin Sutra, and even where to come from, and where to go, the old monk said in detail, listen to Ding Yi's heart is fascinated, eager to practice immediately.

After several hours of explanation, Ding knows everything, but this Jiuyang pure gong seems to be self-created at the moment, among which the taboos, certainly, and so on are all vivid, especially the last layer, you have to survive the pain of the whole body's dryness and heat, and you must remember it in your heart, until the old monk is full of exhaustion, and then he stands up.

Ding Yi hurriedly returned to the room, just sat down and took out the scriptures, two thin blue skins, all of them are thread nail bound editions, these two books are the Nine Yin True Scripture, the other is the Nine Yang Divine Skill, this Yin and one Yang, it is rumored that the rivers and lakes are only afraid of how many people's lives will be provoked, even Wang Chongyang, who looks down on the Nine Yin, may not be crazy, because this Yin and Yang complement each other is really shocking the past and the present, and there is a lack of a strange book, but the two together are the qualitative difference.

Ding Yi trembled slightly and picked up the scriptures, although these nine yin have not been learned, but they have reached the back into the stream, and even a few unknown places have to be pointed out by the old monk, and he understands the two books very thoroughly, and he will be practiced.

Ding Yi picked up Jiuyang and read it slowly.

Bite!

A mechanical voice came as scheduled, Ding Yi had just finished reading, and the voice replied: "Jiuyang Gong is in place, congratulations to the host for completing the Pure Yang Gong task, obtaining 200 points, rewarding 200, and the host has 600 remaining points."

Ding Yiyi is happy, it is 400 points, and the expected return in the past two months is really rich.

I only listened to the voice and continued: "Congratulations to the host for obtaining more than 500 points, and the points exchange function is specially opened. ”

Forehead? Interchange function? What is it?

"The swap function is that the host can exchange points for cheats progress, 500 points for Jiuyin Dacheng, or Jiuyang Dacheng, or Douzhuan Star Shift Dacheng, or family Murong Sword Dacheng, please ask if the host can exchange it."

Change, how can you not change! Ding Yi's calculation of his remaining points is 600, and he has the spare strength to exchange for it, although Jiuyin is good, but the treatment is important, and he hurriedly lit Jiuyang Pure Gong.

As soon as he pressed it, Ding Yijian felt a hot breath coming from the top of his head, but the sun above his head shone down through the tile roof, and a pillar of light shone around Ding's body, his whole body was warm, like soaking in a hot spring, his five organs were also rising in a moment, several cold places were removed one by one, and the six intestines were refreshing, like a day when the yin qi was continuous.

Ding Yi clearly perceived that the sunlight above his head was like water squeezing into the acupoints around the body, and the airflow in the meridians was slow, and after a short time, the airflow changed from small to large, but in a short period of time, it was like a river rushing, just felt that his heart was hot and painful, and the airflow changed again, slowly condensing into drops, and white turned blue, from blue to red, and finally purple, a few circles of the line, several silted places in the meridians were slowly washed away, and at this moment Ding felt that the sea points around his body were like the stars in the sky, and there was purple gas hidden in each place.

These hundreds of acupuncture points have just been lit up, but they echo from beginning to end, and suddenly the purple qi agitated, and a little white qi silk appeared, and the purple qi pushed the white qi slowly, from the abdomen to the chest cavity to the tongue and throat.

Poof, Ding Yi couldn't help but rush out in one breath, but saw a cold air rushing out, smack, the wooden table in front of him was suddenly frozen out, Ding Yi didn't have time to be surprised, and a cold current came, he sprayed several times, until the last time, Ding Yi seemed to feel hot and cool all over the body, several times better than the old monk last time he pushed the acupoint, this refreshing and comfortable is not stopped, endlessly, Ding Yi couldn't help but howl.

At this moment, Ding Yijue felt that a colorless gas filament was generated in the dantian acupoint, and a large amount of purple qi slowly disappeared, until the qi filament turned into a colorless balloon the size of a pigeon's egg, and then it stopped moving.

What is it? Ding Yi was surprised in his heart, isn't it the yin that the old monk said, and the yin qi that yang turns into yin?

Ding Yi was about to watch it, but outside the house, the sound was slow and urgent, but it was sad, and he felt inexplicably sad in his heart when he heard it, and he only felt that something big had happened.

As soon as Ding came out of the door, he heard a lot of noisy sounds, crying, it seemed to come from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he hurriedly chased towards the scripture building, the past dozens of breaths of kung fu, this moment is less than six breaths, obviously it is Jiuyang Dacheng, the internal force has improved a few points, but he didn't have time to rejoice, but saw rows of bald monks kneeling in front of the Scripture Pavilion.

On the second floor of the hut, several old monks sat in front of the door, reciting scriptures, even the four people who could not be hidden were also in the house, and the small house was crowded with dozens of monks at the moment, all of them had poor faces and sad eyes.

This house has been here no less than a few times, but I don't know if it's the bedroom of the sweeping monk, isn't it?

A few monks who were reciting the scriptures in the eulogy suddenly noticed a flower in front of them, but a white robe crossed in front of them, and they were just frightened, but the next moment they heard someone exclaim: "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ding Yi rushed to the master, only to see the master in front of him with a kind face, sitting cross-legged, but within this nearly an inch, there was no breathing, and there was no slight beating in his chest and abdomen.

"Amitabha! Last night, Master Zu has become nirvana, Master Ding must not hurt his spirits, this life, old age, sickness and death are all hues, Master Zu should be called by the Buddha, he is too tired. ”

When the monks in the house heard the abbot's words, they immediately felt sad in their hearts, Qi Qi Amitabha!

"Master.."

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