"Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra" is so easy to practice?

Fang Ming, who was once worried that he had gone mad, looked inward several times, and found that the arhat divine power true qi in his body had not only not gone into a fork in the road, but appeared more refined and condensed, and finally completely relieved his heart, and then came to a conclusion:

"I am indeed a genius who cultivates the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart!"

"Could it be that it was originally related to the Xuanzhen Dao?" After such a strange thing, Fang Ming was also a little in awe of the so-called fate in the underworld.

However, the subsequent facts interrupted Fang Ming's conjecture.

Although he was in the first two layers of the Meditation Meditation, he couldn't break through the threshold of the third layer of concentration anyway, as if he had encountered the bottleneck in the legend.

After several efforts, Fang Ming immediately gave up his plan to break through in the near future, and he was still very clear about the truth that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it.

"Why don't you go out for a walk!"

At this time, Fang Ming's temperament also recovered slightly, and he had a bit of a young man's temperament.

As Fang Ming got up, he sat and forgot about the scriptures, which made his temperament change, and the essence of his eyes was completely locked, as if he was an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts.

"Between walking, sitting and lying, sitting and forgetting the scriptures are automatically circulated, preserving the essence and blood vitality...... Fang Ming lightly bowed his head: "Although the amplitude is very small, but the water drops and stones are worn, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, Xuanzhen Dao has this exercise, and the gap with others will gradually widen over time......

Pushing open the courtyard door, a warm ray of sunlight shone in, which made Lei Lin's mood suddenly active, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and quickly returned to an indifferent expression.

"Seventeenth Senior Brother! Come on, hehe! ”

Outside the courtyard gate, Fang Ming's impressive 'head squatting' Murong little junior sister was wearing a garland on her head, and she was having fun with Cui Ling, beckoning her tender white and warm little hand at Fang Ming.

"Senior Brother Ten! Little sister! ”

Fang Ming walked over and said hello.

In other words, in the entire True Taoist Temple, only Nangong Allure and Senior Brother Liu, who is not currently there, are true legends, and he and others are miscellaneous disciples who became monks halfway and were accepted as apprentices by the other party.

Fang Ming was infinitely depressed and gained the rank of seventeen, and got the nickname of Little Seventeen.

And Xiao Murong is the daughter of Nangong's senior brother and sister, but she has not yet entered the wall, and she is young, so everyone calls her little junior sister.

"Huh?"

After seeing Fang Ming, Cui Ling, who had the nickname of 'Little Abacus', suddenly flashed a look of surprise in his eyes: "The vitality is introverted, and the eyes are warm, could it be that the seventeenth junior brother has already practiced the 'Sitting and Forgetting Heart Sutra'?" ”

"With the guidance of Senior Sister Nangong, I was lucky to have a little gain!" Fang Ming touched his nose, and was a little surprised by Cui Ling's eyes.

"Senior brother is really destined for my family!"

Cui Ling nodded, his surprise quickly retracted, and he turned to tease Xiao Murong, making him squat with his head and giggle.

'Huh? Shouldn't it be a scene of admiration and shock, and then there are a lot of crying and shouting to hug the thighs and the red-eyed handsome and rich black hands? ’

Fang Ming's heart was slightly depressed.

He practiced the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart in one go, and it was too late to stop when he wanted to.

Moreover, even if he could hide it from Cui Ling's gang of miscellaneous disciples, he would never be able to hide it from Nangong Allure, so he simply faced it calmly.

When the strength is not achieved, how gloomy and unpredictable the performance is not necessarily beneficial, but if you are wise and foolish, you are humble and humble is the way to protect yourself.

It's just that it seems that this kind of shock is nothing to Cui Ling and others.

Fang Ming endured it for a long time, and finally asked, "This ...... Senior Brother Cui, why does the younger brother enter the realm so quickly, shouldn't there be any problems? ”

Cui Ling looked at Fang Ming's anxious face, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Senior brother can actually endure until now to ask questions, and his concentration is not bad......

Before Fang Ming got angry, Cui Ling finally put away the meaning of laughter and explained to Fang Ming seriously:

"The Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart" is broad and profound, paying more attention to the fate in the underworld, the first few layers are easy to learn and difficult to refine, as long as the experience and internal cultivation are enough, it is easy to break several layers in one day, but after that, it seems to encounter a great bottleneck, the eighth senior sister and the fifteenth senior brother once broke two levels in a day, but now they are stuck in the third level of the heart, and they cannot enter the ...... inch by inch."

"And whatever!" Xiao Murong nodded like a chicken pecking rice next to him: "I once heard my father mention that there was once a supreme genius in this sect who cultivated to the fifth level in one day, but after that, he was trapped in this level, and finally died of depression......

Speaking of experience and knowledge, this little Murong, who is obviously the daughter of an elder, is familiar with her family and family background, and may be above many senior brothers and sisters.

The corners of Fang Ming's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he secretly said in his heart: "Okay, it turns out that I am not a genius, fortunately, I didn't show off too much before, otherwise I would have to die of shame......

"My junior brother and I are both apprentices, so why don't you learn from each other?"

Cui Lingyuan's small eyes on his face rolled for a while, and finally made a suggestion.

"I can't ask for it, please be merciful to my senior brother!" Fang Ming also wanted to see his martial arts level in the main world, so he agreed.

"It's boring to fight again!" Xiao Murong yawned and did it among the flowers, his little hands unconsciously tearing off the petals piece by piece.

"The judge's pen kung fu passed down for my brother's family is also well-known in Minglun County!"

Cui Ling took out two judge's pens made of rotten copper from his arms, and deliberately held them upside down, the tips facing him, and facing Fang Ming with a blunt head, as a sign of friendship.

"Yang Wei Martial Arts Pavilion, I have also admired the name for a long time!"

Fang Ming vaguely had the impression that it was still the memory of his predecessor as a beggar, but he heard that the entire martial arts hall suffered a catastrophe later, and the young hall owner was nowhere to be found.

After Cui Ling took out the judge's pen, the momentum on his body changed, and a fine light shot out of his eyes, piercing all the acupoints in front of Fang Ming's body, the light was so strong that even Fang Ming's face had a faint sense of pinpricks, and he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, knowing that the other party's internal cultivation was profound, and it was still above himself.

"I only learned a few sets of basic boxing techniques and superficial qigong, but I learned it unintentionally, and I can't get into the hall of elegance, so I ask my senior brother to be merciful!"

Fang Ming put on the starting style of Luohan Fist and emphasized again.

"Naturally, be careful......"

Cui Ling let out a long roar, and when the last word was still floating, his whole body suddenly pressed forward.

His body is rich, and he can even be said to be bloated, but his light skills are extremely amazing, like catkins and goose feathers, swaying with the wind, and the two judges take the acupoints on Fang Ming's chest straight.

"Good time!"

Fang Mingshi unfolded the Arhat fist and firmly protected his upper body, which he had already practiced, and the previous Chengzhi Zen Master had more tricks with him, and he had reached the point of being extremely familiar when he was facing the enemy, and at this time, the fist was so cold that Cui Ling was almost forced to get close.

"Good kung fu!" Cui Ling sighed in admiration, and no longer kept his hand, the two judge's pens seemed to be two Jiaojiao going out to sea, pointing, dialing, horizontal, and vertical, with great power between movement and stillness, and obviously had obtained the true transmission.

Xiao Murong's eyes glanced at the field, and he only saw a ball of green shadows and two yellow dragons mixed together, the strong wind was pressing, and it was powerful.

The more Fang Ming fought, the more surprised he became: "The other party is just the young master of the martial arts hall in a small county town, and they are also in the realm of forgetting the second floor, at most, Senior Sister Nangong has been on demand for more than a year, and it is actually so difficult, the world of great dryness, it is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" ’

Don't you know that the surprise in Cui Ling's heart is actually far greater than Fang Ming's.

"I originally thought that the seventeenth junior brother took the art apprenticeship, and he had a few years less internal strength cultivation than me, so he should be able to win it easily, but I didn't expect him to be so disciplined between advance and retreat, just like the teaching of a famous teacher, and he can be regarded as a character in the county......"

After dozens of moves, Fang Ming let out a long roar, and the dragonfly pointed to the water lifting longitudinal technique, and in a few ups and downs, it had already retreated some distance.

"Senior Brother Cui's internal skills are profound, and the judge's pen is exquisite, and the younger brother is ashamed!"

"Where! Where! I'm a few years longer than you, and I have the advantage of internal strength! The little fat man Cui Ling put away the judge's pen, and there was an extra layer of fat on his round face, which was obviously not light before.

"Little Seventeen, you are quite fateful, these sets of boxing techniques and martial arts are very foundational, and they are extremely solid......"

The two had a heartfelt friendship and said some words of admiration to each other, and it didn't take long for them to become like brothers.

Among them, Cui Ling is a young man, not Fang Ming, the opponent of the old ghost, and has been tricked out of a lot of news.

As he thought, the Cui Ling family's martial arts hall provoked Feng Yu at the beginning, so he encountered a great disaster and escaped by luck, and he and Fang Ming could be said to have the same disease and hatred, so the relationship was a little closer than that of other brothers at the beginning.

Taking advantage of the familiarity, Fang Ming hurriedly asked his own question: "According to Senior Brother's opinion, how is the younger brother's current kung fu in the rivers and lakes?" ”

"Is this it?" Cui Ling touched his chin, as if thinking about how to answer.

"Our junior brothers are actually in the stage of accumulating internal qi, and they are also considered to be acquired masters in Daqian, and they can only know how high they are by comparing with each other, but I look at the martial arts of our junior brothers, and I am also a figure in Minglun County, especially at this age, it is even more rare......"

Fang Ming then asked, he originally thought that the Great Qian's martial arts were prosperous, and there should be some division of the seventh or eighth layer of the day after tomorrow, but he didn't expect Cui Ling to give him this answer directly.

But if you think about it carefully, real martial arts are divided into high and low in fighting, and if you insist on dividing them by rank, it is very vague and confusing, and it is easy to make mistakes.

"Senior Brother doesn't know much about this, but Senior Sister Nangong knows a lot, you can go and ask her for advice!"

In the end, Cui Ling was forced to have no choice but to carry Nangong Chengcheng out.

Fang Ming observed his words and looks, knowing that this little abacus really didn't know, and he didn't mean to perfunctory himself, so he relaxed his face and played with the natural little Murong for a while, and then went to visit Nangong Allure.