What is the most important thing in the Jiao ceremony. Sadhana? Ritual weapons? Scripture? Prayer?

Neither, the most important thing is the person who is presiding over the puja.

Those miscellaneous things are actually things that can be omitted, and the real Fu Sect masters can suppress the Quartet, even the Meishan Sect masters in our Dharma Sect can cast spells with a bowl of tap water.

There are two main functions of those things: one is to create a mysterious atmosphere and increase the sense of ritual; The second and most important role is to generate yang energy, sense heaven and earth, and sort out yin and yang.

And this is the biggest difference between me and Wang Zuo.

I can do it with my broken physique and generate yang energy, but I can't even touch the edge of the sensing heaven and earth, let alone comb the yin and yang.

I have also run a dojo, and according to Wang Zuo, I can mobilize yin and yang with every step I take, but I don't feel it at all, and the progress of the dojo is only limited to mobilizing yin and yang.

Now, too, although Wang Zuo has already started to step into the gang, how will it be in theory, but in my opinion, it is a clumsy dance performance.

Or a cerebral thrombosis patient who has a stroke and immediately appears on stage the next day.

If the can do this, why can't I!

Come on, out of sight and out of mind, I'll look elsewhere.

Yikes!

Just as I turned my head, I saw a man swaggering towards the cliff, seemingly carrying a stick in his hand, but there was no sound under his feet.

Wang Zuo was at a critical juncture at this time, so I naturally couldn't let him disturb him, so I stepped forward to greet him: "What person! ”

When I got closer, I found that it was a man in his thirties with a fleshy face, wearing a blue overalls, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he was holding not a stick, but a black cane.

Then the man struck at me without saying a word, and the cane brought out a bad wind in the night.

Fog grass!

Although this cane is made of wood, but the weight of the wind is indeed not light, this momentum is heavy, not to mention ordinary people, even if I have broken bones and tendons, I quickly dodged it.

It is better to advance in a trace than to retreat in a trace. What's more, he beat me up, can I not fight back?

The back foot kicked the ground, the front foot slammed into his middle door, and I twisted my waist and punched him at the bridge of his nose. This blow was so hard that I didn't feel his nose deformed and bleeding under my hands.

Although he was beaten and lay down at the time, I was still a little unhappy that my strategic goal could not be achieved. He was also stiff, and after he fell, he did not say a word, and the cane in his right hand continued to call at me. I flashed my cane, grabbed his wrist, and slammed it with my knee—

The expected sound of a dislocated bone didn't appear, and this time it was as if it had hit a piece of rubber, and his arm twisted at an odd angle, but it recovered immediately.

This was a big surprise to me, and his next wave was coming, and I hurriedly jumped backwards and jumped out of the battle.

This man, didn't he practice hard qigong? But I haven't heard of hard qi function training on the joints.

Oh no, he shouldn't have used the god to fight.

Although it is said that his performance state is the lowest semi-hypnotic form of divine beating, but if I want to wake him up, I will have to waste my energy.

The most important thing is that the user of this low-level god strike is in a state of frenzy, unable to communicate at all, and I have no idea what he is attacking us for.

It's a pity that Wang Zuo is busy, otherwise it would be easy for him to deal with this person.

Thinking like this, Wang Zuo walked up to me with a black face, and a piece of burning incense in his hand went straight to the man who pounced.

I heard only a "sting" sound, as if a red-hot iron bar had been put into ice water, and the smell of burnt feathers came from the man's body. The man fell, wailing, but even then the staff was clutched in his hand.

I turned my head and asked Wang Zuo: "Xiao Zuo, you are not ...... properly."

Wang Zuo took off the ring of the man's arm with a black face, then snatched the cane, weighed it, still with a black face, and said to me: "His mallet is not ordinary, there is qi on it, and my altar has been washed away." ”

The altar was washed away? I hurriedly asked, "Then have you been counterattacked?" Is the Dingqi level completed? ”

Wang Zuo shook his head, handed me the cane, and said, "No, I'm running fast, and there are still two short of seven levels." Look at this thing, what kind of magic weapon it is. ”

I took the cane and then carefully observed, about three feet long, but more than three pounds heavy, the front and back of the general thickness, there are no charms, decorations and the like to verify the body, the only difference is that the handle seems to be coiled out of the pulp.

This thing is not like a Taoist magic weapon, nor is it like a Buddhist treasure pestle, it is estimated that this kind of strange thing is used in the Fa teaching, and I can't see it with my eyesight.

Of course, in front of Wang Zuo, I still have to maintain my inherent compulsion, so I sneered, with a contemptuous expression on my face, kicked the man who was still on the ground with my foot, and said, "If you ask him, it's done." ”

After all, Wang Zuo has lived two lives, and he also has some research on coercing confessions, so he pried his mouth open in three or two clicks. Of course, it is also possible that his mouth has never been closed since his arm was broken.

This person's name is Jiang Hailong, originally from Hunan Province, and his family has been a Pai Ke for generations, because of the crackdown, he followed his brother in the clan to this fight five years ago. Later, if the dead nature did not change, a few people got such a small Emei Mountain out to cheat tourists of money. Tonight, he heard the old man who patrolled the mountain say that there were people on the cliff, and he was just in time to drink some wine.

Knowing that he was a teacher in his family, I knew what this cane was—it was an oar with its head cut off and tail removed.

However, the teacher of Famao Mountain, the teacher uses clean water more, even if he develops it himself, it is just one more drum, and I have never seen this kind of oar.

I asked Jiang Hailong: "Shoulder to shoulder, how did you refine this Qingzi?" ”

Since they are all fellow Fa practitioners, then I can just make an incision with him, and I don't have to worry that he won't understand and be hypocritical with me. This sentence is: Friend, how did you refine this weapon?

Jiang Hailong was lying on the ground, covering his arm with his hand, looking confused: "Brother, what are you talking about?" ”

Bah! Our Chinese cultural tradition has not been inherited by your group of talents, and I don't even understand the incision, how can I talk to people when I go out in the future! I'm so worried about your family.

Wang Zuo held back a smile and asked again in the vernacular, Jiang Hailong still looked confused, even forgot the pain, and replied: "Just saw off the oars at home, and then sawed off the tail, it's okay." ”

Yes, it's a good thing to be blind for a long time.