If the self is a lake, heaven and earth are the sea, the physical body is a dam between the two, and the meditation method is the floodgate on the dam.

If the floodgates are not opened, there will be no door for the aura to enter.

As soon as the floodgates open, the aura of the sea will rush into the lake until it fills up.

The speed at which the aura increases depends only on the size of the gate.

And the internal strength of ordinary martial artists is like storing rainwater in a lake, and then cultivating the little bit of aura that was hard to obtain into internal force.

At most, the inner strength of the inner mind can open up or expand the meridians, as if opening up a stream of Taoism, and following these streams, it can lead the aura to one's own body, or like the Northern Shengong, simply take the gains of others.

Compared to the direct infusion of seawater, the speed is comparable to that of the abyss.

However, the way of the world has its own gains and losses......

Feng Xiao Xiao sat down in the dark room with his eyes closed, his brows tightly locked, and his face was bitter.

After a long time, he finally sighed and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely bright for a while, extremely dark for a while, sometimes shining in the void, sometimes black and dull.

Between light and dark, the wind rises on the flat ground and suddenly enters the tornado......

Wu Xingyun was sitting lazily on the chair in the room, smiling at Cui Luhua who was curled up and rolling at his feet, although he was laughing, there was no trace of smile in his eyes, but he was full of joy.

"Today is only the thirty-fifth day, and you are already so unbearable ......", Wu Xingyun seemed to be quite relieved, and said with a smile: Once the life and death charm is attacked, it will attack badly day by day, and the whole body and outside the body are like ants and insects crawling, making your life worse than death, the pain and itch increase to ninety-nine eighty-one days, and then decrease, and increase again after eighty-one days, and so on. Never-ending, hehe......"

Cui Luhua's mouth was gagged. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears blurred his face. The mouth is whining, and the hands are scratching up and down.

Her appearance was originally quite pretty, but now it was extremely distorted, but her eyes were not entirely painful, as if there was still a hint of pleasure, faintly floating in the depths of her pupils, as if she was happy in pain again.

Wu Xingyun saw it at a glance and was furious. kicked it, kicked Cui Luhua on the heel, and scolded: "What a slut ......", suddenly stopped his mouth, his big eyes were full of horror, and he waved his hand and slashed it, slamming the window into pieces, and jumped out, raising his eyes to look. Stunned for a moment.

I saw that the house where Feng Xiaoxiao lived was extremely distorted, the walls on all sides were clattering, recessing inside, and the wooden doors and windows had been reduced to pieces. Accompanied by thin brick dust, it whirls like a tornado in the middle of the house.

Li Qiushui walked quickly to the moment, and his beautiful eyes were full of incredulity. Xiang Wu Xingyun asked, "Master...... Senior sister, Feng ...... Feng Xiao Xiao he ......"

The voice did not fall. There was a dense creaking sound, and the brick walls on all sides were loosened one by one. The moths threw themselves into the house like flames, and then, halfway through, they turned into dust.

This sound was extremely sharp and piercing, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui heard that their scalps were numb, and even their hearts slowed down a few beats, and they looked at each other, and a person floated in their minds at the same time...... The witch god is accompanied by snow.

Before they could recover from the shock, there was a sudden boom, and the whole room was gone, and only a tornado in the shape of a water bottle remained, which was swallowing the roof above into its belly, but a figure slowly rose upward, its eyes closed, and its shirt fluttering, and its robe fierce.

"What's going on?" , Xiao Yuanshan only looked at it with a dull gaze.

He had suffered some minor or serious injuries in the Shaolin Temple before, although it was not a hindrance to his life, but recently he could not use his internal force, and his movement was a little inconvenient, so he came out of the house at this time.

Wu Xingyun didn't blink his eyes, and said in a daze: "The wind returns to the snow, this is the wind returns to the snow, yes, the witch god will, Feng Xiaoxiao will naturally be, no wonder he dares to say such a thing, no wonder ......"

When Li Qiushui heard this, the scene from many years ago appeared in his mind, and the witch god of the year also had such a scene, but it was not as intense as it is now.

But at that time, everyone was still stunned, and the senior brother asked her stupidly what kind of martial arts this was? Feng Banxue thought for a while, and said: "When I was a child, I heard a song that had two very nice sentences in it, 'It's like the wind returning to the snow, like a flying swallow swimming in a dragon.'" It's nice to have wind and snow! Let's call it back to the snow! (Note 1)

To the east of the town, Gu Mozhi stood up abruptly and looked at it from a distance, with an incredible face.

Murong Fu sat opposite him, was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "National Teacher, what's wrong?" Looking at his gaze, he was also stunned.

Gu Mozhi muttered: "Look at the direction of Zhenxi, like Feng Xiaoxiao......"

Murong Fu's face changed abruptly, he hated and feared, staring at the faint figure in the distance.

"How is that possible?" , Kumachi couldn't help shaking his head, suddenly lowered his head and said: "If the Bodhisattva has the appearance of me, people, sentient beings, and longevity, then he is not a Bodhisattva." This person has left these four phases and attained the Sudra Fruit Position. Amitabha! ”

"Sudra Fruit Position?" , Murong Fu doesn't believe in Buddhism, and he doesn't understand it at all.

Kuma Zhi said: "Sudra Huan is a Sanskrit word, translated as 'into the stream', also known as the first Goa arhat, that is, the arhat in the mouth of believers. ”

"Rohan?" , Murong Fu didn't believe it, but when he thought of that person ascending to heaven in the sky and making such a big movement, he was shocked in his heart, and asked, "Is there really a god and a Buddha in the world?" Can you turn the mountains and the sea? ”

"The so-called fruit position is the realm, not the supernatural power, but if the realm is reached, the supernatural power will appear spontaneously." Gu Mozhi smiled and said: "If someone is not turned by the six dusts of color, sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and dharma, then he is an arhat who has attained the first fruits. ”

Murong Fu said abruptly: "It's tasteless to live like this, what's the difference between it and wood?" ”

Kumachi smiled silently.

A hint of fierceness suddenly flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he said, "I'll go in and kill his woman now, but I want to see if he is a real Arhat or a fake Arhat, whether he is really loveless and hateless?" Can the dead be brought back to life? As he spoke, he turned around and left.

"No!" , Gu Mozhi flashed and said: "We still have to rely on her to lift the ban on the four sects of Buddhism, these people are extremely old-fashioned, unless it is proved that the witch god is dead, or the witch god himself agrees, they will never go out of the mountain gate, and only this woman's appearance and martial arts can deceive the people of the four sects." ”

Murong Fu said angrily: "It's been a few days, if she doesn't agree, it will be impossible for the four sects of Buddhism to rush to Shaolin before August 15, and it will be too late to do anything, so it is better to kill her and make Feng Xiaoxiao regret it for the rest of her life." He sneered: "I'm going to strip this woman naked and hang it at the entrance of the town...... Hum! Rohan, I'm phew! ”

Gu Mozhi was silent for a while, and then said, "It's better to let the little monk give it a try." ”

Murong Fu took a deep breath and said, "This woman doesn't eat, drink, or sleep, she doesn't pay attention to people at all, and she refuses to say a word, what can the master do?" ”

Gu Mozhi said: "Her martial arts are too high, and in normal times, the little monk can't take her, but she has been tired for a few days, and she may be able to succeed." (To be continued......)

PS: "It's like the wind returning to the snow, like a flying swallow swimming a dragon." From the opera "Palace of Eternal Life", created by Hong Sheng in the early Qing Dynasty.