"Master, it's not good, the little junior brother is gone."

Early in the morning, Enlightenment hurried to the abbot's room.

"What's going on?" Muyin was chanting a sutra when he stopped asking when he heard the words.

"According to the disciple who delivered breakfast, the little junior brother was not in the courtyard, and then the junior brother Xuanqing said that the little junior brother had sent him gold sore medicine yesterday and left soon."

"What are you doing in a daze, the whole temple is looking for it! If you can't find it in the temple, go to the back mountain to find it. ”

Wuyin, who has always been calm, is also in a hurry, if the seventh princess has an accident just after she comes, he will be to blame.

As a result, the monks of the whole temple searched for a whole morning, and searched inside and outside the temple, but they could not find any trace of Linghu Su.

"Master, you said, is the little junior brother Xiaoshan?"

"He doesn't know the way down the mountain, he must be on the mountain, keep looking, don't miss any corner, if you can't find it, you don't have to eat today."

Finally, when the sun was about to set, the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion discovered the traces of Ling Husu.

When Wuyin and a group of monks rushed over, they found that Linghu Su was wearing a cloak and sitting cross-legged, with the two breaths of left yin and right yang circulating.

"Female, he's female." The disciples were talking.

Wuyin's face was gloomy, and he turned around and shouted: "Everyone hasn't been here today, go back." ”

"Yes, Abbot."

After the disciples were emptied, Wuyin sent the cantilever ladder in the attic up and sat in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in person.

"Sure enough, it is the destiny of heaven, the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Divine Skill can be found by you if it is hidden so deeply, it seems that the fate should be like this. Anyway, I'll protect the Dharma for you. ”

Ling Husu didn't know what was wrong with him, he was just reading quietly, wanting to be a beautiful girl who was rich and rich, but when he looked at it, he came to an inexplicable world.

The sky and the earth are all gray and white, and between the heaven and the earth stand tall stone tablets, which are engraved with words, Buddhist scriptures, Taoist classics, and some genre classics that Husu has never seen.

Ling Husu didn't want to look at it, but his eyes kept glancing up, and the words on the stone tablet seemed to fly out and imprint into his head one by one.

Could it be that I am really the chosen one, the protagonist of destiny? Linghu Su was secretly happy in his heart.

"All the dharmas are realized by the mind, the mind has no mind, the body of the mind is empty, the emptiness is not extinguished, and it is all manifested, and I wish to observe it well and ......see it in the body."

Ling Hu Su couldn't help but recite it in his mouth, and his hands made a big mudra, three changes.

"The beginning is the beginning of qi; The beginning is the beginning of form; Those who are too vegetarian are also the beginning of quality. ”

The yin is the extreme, and the yang is the beginning.

"Still, the light is born, the movement is soaring, the air is soaring, the mind is moving, the god is handsome, and the shape is soaring. Practice the form and be strong, practice the fine and be real, practice the qi and be strong, practice the spirit and be light, the solid form is the foundation of the vertical and horizontal, and the spirit is the foundation of the soaring......"

Ling Hu Su made some movements inexplicably, and he felt that the blood veins in his whole body were restless in a certain regularity, and the meridians that had been blocked in the past were gradually penetrating, his mood was soothed, and his thoughts were smooth.

There are not only the Nine Yin True Scriptures on the stone tablet, but also the Nine Yang True Scriptures, which made Hu Su obsessed, and with the cultivation of his internal strength, he has been immersed in it.

Seven days later, the old monk Wuyin anxiously paced around the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, muttering to himself: "It's time to come out!" ”

Xuan Jue sent a meal, but Muji didn't have an appetite at all.

"Master, what kind of skills is the little junior brother practicing inside, why didn't he come out for seven days."

"You don't need to know now, unless you wait until you sit in my place."

"The disciple doesn't dare."

"What don't you dare, huh? The hanging ladder came down. ”

Shout!

A figure flashed like a phantom and snatched the meal from Xuan Jue's hand.

Ling Husu sat on the table without grace, and directly grabbed the food in the bowl with his hands,

"I'm starving to death! Damn, I'm starving to death. ”

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, Xuan Jue was shocked, and asked, "Master, why is the speed of the little junior brother so fast?" ”

Muji ignored him and asked Linghu Su, "How much do you remember the words on the stone tablet?" ”

Ling Husu swallowed the rice ball, and for the first time felt that the rice could be so delicious, and replied: "I remember everything, what's wrong?" ”

Wuyin was stunned and exclaimed: "No, shouldn't you forget it all?" ”

"Hehe, do you think you are Zhang Sanfeng and I am Zhang Wuji? I remember it all, and I remember it clearly, what's wrong, there are opinions. ”

The old monk Wuyin didn't expect this to be the result, it stands to reason that after practicing the nine yin and nine yang, the brain will be extremely empty, forgetting everything that has been read in the book. But this does not mean that there is nothing, but that you will know all things, and the martial arts in the world will be at your fingertips.

But after thinking about it, Ling Husu should be the first person in history to have both Jiuyin and Jiuyang. In history, this exercise has been practiced by many people, but it is all a double holiday, the male cultivates the nine yang, the female cultivates the nine yin, and Ling Husu cultivates the yin and yang double cultivation, this is the only case. Perhaps, this is the explanation!

"How do you feel now, are you as light as a swallow, your thoughts are like flying, your gods are open-minded, and your meridians are comfortable?"

Linghu Su perceived it carefully, his ears and eyes were clear, and his mind moved, so he rushed out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and jumped on the ten-meter-high pine and cypress.

"Wow, why am I so good?"

"Master, little junior brother, this ......"

"You go and fight with your little junior brother, remember, point to the end, but don't keep your hands either."

"No, no! After all, the little junior brother is ......"

"If you are told to go, you will go."

Xuan Jue could only walk up and listen to Wuyin shouting: "You two don't hurt anyone until you get there." ”

Ling Hu Su understood what the old monk meant, and he was full of self-confidence, and he used light skills to rush directly towards Xuan Jue, but as a result, Xuan Jue did not move at all, holding Yuan Shou was missing, and a palm print fell in front of Ling Hu Su's head.

"Senior brother, it's not okay to have speed." Xuan Jue smiled slightly, Ling Hu Su was far from being as strong as he imagined.

Linghu Su smiled, flew up, his long hair fluttered, and remembered the big handprint he had learned, so he made a handprint in the air at a height of two meters.

Xuan Jue recognized it, his face changed greatly, and he used the golden bell jar defense.

Linghu Su slapped it downward, and the golden handprint covered Xuanjue with a bang, and the dust immediately flew up.

Wuyin wanted to save Xuanjue, but found that this mudra was a flower frame and not strong.

If this is the case, Xuanjue's golden bell jar still exists, and it has not been damaged in the slightest.

Ling Hu Su frowned, not knowing if his strength was too weak, or if the senior brother was too strong.

He remembered that in that virtual space, this large handprint was enough to destroy a two-meter-high stone monument.

"Hehe, try my second mudra again."

There are three variations of Mahamudra, which are the Mahamudra of Solid Dwelling, the Mahamudra of Empty Music, and the Mahamudra of Light.

Since the actual Mahamudra couldn't help Xuan Jue, Ling Hu Su made the second Mahamudra, and its power was better than the first Mudra.

However, Xuanjue's golden bell jar was only slightly dim and could not be broken.

"In that case, eat my bright mudra."

Ling Hu Su was about to cast the third big mudra, but suddenly felt that his internal strength was insufficient, his meridians were tight, his essence flowed backwards, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk hurriedly caught Ling Husu, who was out of balance, shook his head and said: "You have a body of martial arts, but your internal strength is like a child, see if you are still arrogant?" ”

The old monk had a mysterious smile on his face, which was the ending he had long predicted.