Xue Daochan felt that the name was very interesting, and the exercise must be unique, so he asked, "Master, what is different about this exercise?" ”

"This mastery only contains two tricks, 'Dream Relic Finger' and 'Dream Relic Palm', which is simple and easy to learn, but for more than 900 years, no one has been able to use it."

"Why is that?" Xue Daochan scratched his ears and cheeks, and his heart was itchy.

"Because no one has such a deep feminine aura, most of the Buddhist martial arts are the most yang and the strong, but the 'Dream Relic Divine Skill' is the most yin and the softest. According to the explanation of the Dream Relic Master, the yin qi in the body shoots outward through the Shangyang acupoint on the tip of the index finger and the Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of the palm, hurting people invisibly, and the specific amount of power that can be shot depends entirely on the filling of the yin qi in the body. It's a pity that in the past few hundred years, no monk in Hengshan has been able to shoot it out of the body, so this mastery has been slowly forgotten. ”

"Do you think Yura has enough feminine internal strength?"

"Well, this kid has a strong old yin qi in his body, if he wasn't born with a different nature, he wouldn't be able to practice it at all."

Xue Daochan nodded: "Then ask the master to teach him the 'Dream Relic Divine Skill', you are good, why don't you come to apprentice?" ”

"Wait," Gukong Zen Master waved his hand and said, "This is Hengshan's unique learning, and it cannot be practiced by my Buddhist disciples. ”

Xue Daochan made a mistake when he heard this, if Youliang was a monk, when he saw Erya, it might affect the relationship between men and women between the two, just like an invisible wall between them, which was not conducive to stealing the "devouring needle".

"I am already a disciple of Buddhism, first shaved the monk in Fengling Temple, and then entered Tongguan Buddha Cliff Temple, and the Dharma name is gone." Youliang hurriedly said that the old monk's strange sect mastery, he felt that it was really very suitable for him.

"Oh, then there's no problem, Youliang, I heard Master Xue say that you know the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate', so you are no stranger to the meridian acupoints of the human body?" Zen Master Gukong asked.

"I know a little, but not much." Youliang replied truthfully.

"Well, the old monk will make an exception to accept you as a closed disciple." Zen Master Gukong said with a smile.

When you hear this, you quickly kneel down and kowtow to the teacher.

"This exercise is very simple, the Shangyang acupoint of the Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Sutra and the Lao Gong Acupoint of the Hand Yin Pericardial Sutra" After the ceremony, Gukong Zen Master was eager to teach the "Dream Relic Divine Skill", so he couldn't wait to make a gesture and said.

"Master, you are teaching Hengshan martial arts here, Xue has a lot of inconvenience here, so he retired first." Xue Daochan took his leave and left.

This exercise is indeed extremely simple, it is nothing more than condensing the true qi in the body and following the scriptures backwards through the Shangyang acupoint and the Lao Gong acupoint to shoot out, the former is the "Dream Finger", the latter is the "Dream Palm", there are only these two moves in total.

Zen Master Gukong advised: "Once you practice this mental method, you should not learn other martial arts, because all martial arts mental methods are in the meridians, and the 'Dream Relics Divine Skill' is the opposite, 'if you go along with it, you will die, and if you go against it, you will prosper', understand? ”

"Yes, Master."

"Fortunately, you don't know martial arts, so there is no obstacle to learning this exercise." Gukong Zen Master nodded and began to teach the mind, in fact, it is also very simple, the kung fu is not big, and you have already memorized it.

"Okay, it's up to you to rely on your own understanding."

"Master Xie," Youliang then asked Gukong Zen Master, "Why does this 'spiritual field' in front of the main hall have aura?" I heard Mr. Xue say that when the season comes, the phosphorus fire is as bright as fireflies. ”

"Go, once you enter the old monk's door, I won't hide it from you, there is an ancient corpse buried in the ground of the 'Lingtian', and the phosphorus fire that drilled out of the soil has lasted for thousands of years."

"The people buried here must not be simple, and the phosphorus fire of the decomposition of the corpse can be undefeated for thousands of years." Arira said.

Zen Master Gukong smiled indifferently and said, "Is the thousand-year-old corpse necessarily a human being?" With that, he smiled and turned away.

Looking at the back of the old monk, there is a conscience full of doubts, the ancient corpse is not a person, so what could it be?

When Youliang was practicing the "Dream Relic Divine Skill" on the top of Heng Mountain, Secretary Xing and Ke'er had already rushed to the capital.

"Xianggong, Ke'er is hungry."

"Kerr, we don't have any money anymore." When night fell, the two stood on the busy street, and Secretary Xing rummaged through his pockets, only finding a few crumpled corner tickets.

"What if there is no silver tael?" Kerr was worried.

"You wait a minute." Secretary Xing hurriedly ran to a small food stall, and the few cents in his hand were barely enough to buy a meat bun.

"Eat, I'm not hungry." Secretary Xing handed the bun to Ke'er.

"Xianggong, one and a half." The two sat on the steps, Ke'er broke the bun and shared it with him, but he couldn't refuse, Secretary Xing had to throw the half-pulled bun into his mouth and swallow it.

"Look that kid is so pitiful." Ke'er pointed to a disabled little beggar under the newsstand and said.

Secretary Xing looked up, it was a little beggar with only one leg, and the joint of the only leg was reversed on his body, and he was very deformed, he was only about five or six years old, his eyes were blind, he was covered with dirt, and he stretched out his dirty little hands to beg for passers-by.

Ke'er walked over and handed him half a meat bun, while most passers-by stayed away.

"Xianggong, this child is still so young and disabled, how can the parents at home bear to let him come out to beg, let's report to the official."

"Alas, Ke'er, there are many such things, most of them are children who are abducted and stolen, and then mutilated and begging, all of them are manipulated behind their backs." Secretary Xing sighed.

"The "Laws of the Qing Dynasty" on the mutilation of children and forcing them to beg is compared to the 'beheading law of those who use medicine to charm people and seek wealth', and it is to be decided, doesn't the current yamen care?" Keer was surprised.

Secretary Xing looked at the naïve Ke'er, and was speechless.

"Xianggong, let's go and report to the official, the Admiral of Jiumen is in charge of this matter, and this kind of thing happened back then, and then he was beheaded." Kerr urged.

", little stinky, don't you get tired of being nosy?" Suddenly there was a vicious insult behind him.

The two looked back, and two strong men with shaved flat heads and full of flesh rushed over angrily, looking like thugs.

"Forget it, Ke'er, let's go, the Public Security Bureau can't handle this kind of thing." Secretary Xing said calmly.

"Xianggong, are they the ones who mutilated the child and forced him to beg? Are you really not afraid of being caught and killed by the yamen? Kerr still didn't understand.

"Kill your mother's head," the two strong men might be a little jealous of Secretary Xing's burly figure, so they pulled out a switchblade from their waists and threatened in a low voice, "If you don't get out of the way, be careful to break the 'plate' of this slut." ”

Secretary Xing's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but scold: "You social dregs, the scum of the workers and peasants, not only endanger the long-term peace and stability of the dictatorship of the proletariat, but also dare to openly insult Ke'er. ”

"Secretary?" The two of them were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they both laughed, and one of them said, "This neurotic, what about the secretary, I couldn't even afford a bun just now, and I fucking ate it." ”

"This little lady is 'pretty and smooth', let's get it back and cook the skin for her." Another strong man suggested in a daze.

"Well, that's what I think too, but I'll have to let the boss go first," the older one nodded yes, then shook his knife and shouted in a low voice, "Come with us, or you'll be red on the spot." ”

"Xianggong, let's go with them and have a look." Ke'er pulled Secretary Xing's hand and said.

"Ke'er, you can do whatever you say." Secretary Xing replied gently.

"What a fucking pair of stupid two-hundred-five." The two strong men looked at each other and smiled, feeling that they had hit a big bargain, and then dragged the small wooden cart of the disabled little beggar out of the street, and walked through the alley with Secretary Xing and the others into a narrow alley.

Oil lamps were lit in the room, and two sick and disabled children were lying on the cardboard board in the hallway, looking dying.

A shriveled old man in his fifties was pouring himself a cigarette on the kang table with a cigarette in his mouth, and the room was filled with the spicy smell of inferior soju.

"Boss, we're here to bring you some snacks." The tone of the strong men was very respectful.

"Good boy, what's the appetizer?" The old man's voice was hoarse, and when he spoke, he showed a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and two puffs of smoke came out of his red rosacea nostrils.

"It's this stupid girl, the plate is very bright, and the bar is smooth, and it is specially made to honor your old man."

The old man stared at Ke'er drunkenly, nodded his head incessantly, and saliva dripped: "Well, yes, the skin is thin and the filling is tender, when I finish eating, you two can also drink some soup." ”

"Boss Xie." The two strong men nodded and said.

"What is this man doing, tie him up and save him a lot of fun." The old man pointed at Secretary Xing and commanded.

"Yes, Boss." The two men brought the hemp rope and stepped forward to tie it up.

"Xianggong, it stinks so much here." Kerr said with a snort.

Secretary Xing sneered twice: "It's just hiding dirt and dirt, how can the security in the capital be so bad?" ”

As soon as the hands of the two strong men touched his body, they threw them out of the hands and slammed them on the wall, and the "poof" fell to the ground, making the two of them grin in pain.

"Oh, it's still a practitioner, come, the boss will try it with you today." The old man came out of the Northeast dialect in his mouth, jumped off the kang, and was very athletic.

Ke'er dodged to the side, looking at the excitement with a smile on her face.

The old man stretched out his hand and punched out, the room was cramped, and Secretary Xing's reaction was also slow, and he hit him on the chest with a "bang", shaking his body twice.

Secretary Xing took the opportunity to grab the old man's arm, and the two of them grabbed each other's arms with brute force, and their faces were red and their necks were almost evenly matched.

The two strong men got up from the ground and grabbed the switchblade and pounced, so that the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and Secretary Xing couldn't spare his hands to deal with it at the moment.

Seeing this, the two of them screamed in horror "Mom", and suddenly their legs were so frightened that they fell to the ground with weakness and wilting.

The old man who was holding on was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, and his head shook and stretched out his long neck