After Yang Qi spoke freely, he went to see the monk again, but found that the monk was stunned. As if it was five thunderbolts, Jin Lun's eyes were blank, and he muttered endlessly: "Dragon Elephant Gong?"

Suddenly, the monk looked up to the sky and said, "Hahahaha! I see, I see! The Golden Wheel Dharma King prides himself on being intelligent and extraordinary, and his qualifications are hard to find, and he has been galloping on the evil road all his life, and he doesn't know where the avenue is!"

His Holiness waved his hand, and saw two huge stone tablets suddenly rumbling up beside him, one writing "Dragon Elephant" and the other writing "Prajna".

"Alas, it turns out that the secrets are all here, I have practiced martial arts all my life, and the real book is also within reach, but I have always turned a blind eye to the real exercises, sad and lamentable!"

After sighing, the remnant of the Golden Wheel finally had an expression on his face, and looked at Yang Qi eagerly: "Donor, thanks to your fate, the Golden Wheel has finally realized the original of the divine skill." "Dragon Elephant Gong" and "Pranyo Gong" are all recorded on the stone tablet, this time there is no place for me to add, change or delete by myself, please read it subjectively!"

Yang Qi stepped forward to take a general look at the monument, and saw that there were thousands of words, all of which were explaining around people's heads and the sea of knowledge. At first glance, it looks similar to the Buddhist meditation kung fu, no wonder the martial arts of the golden wheel have been ignored.

Prajna means "great wisdom of knowing everything" in Sanskrit, and seeing that these exercises revolve around the mind, Yang Qi also nodded—which is pretty much reliable.

Then I turned to the stone tablet of Long Xianggong, and found that it was somewhat different from the one I had just seen, so I began to look at it carefully.

While watching, I also chatted with the great monk.

"I said, Master, don't say that I'm arrogant and unconvinced, but why do you assert that I can't practice this exercise? Doesn't it mean that a peddler can reach the first level of cultivation in three months? ”

Jinlun's remnant thoughts have now greatly changed Yang Qi's opinion, and he smiled when he heard the words: "Don't blame the donor, the poor monk has spoken." Saying that the donor can't cultivate is not to say that the donor can't get started, but if he really only cultivates the first layer in March, I'm afraid that he will have no hope of entering the sixth layer in his life, which is a big failure for the heirs. The donor is not a clumsy talent, but a source of inspiration, which is rare to see. But the poor monk looked at the donor, and only felt that the donor was more talented in the inner family, and the external skills such as dragon elephant gong were probably not quite the right way. ”

"Oh, it's not that I can't practice, it's just that it takes time. And I'm suitable for the inner road, and the external skills are incompatible, right?"

"Yes, yes. Jinlun said again: "And the donor's lack of internal strength is also a big shortcoming." The cultivation of this dragon elephant skill is very expensive, and if there is no internal strength to support it, I am afraid that the strong practice will hurt the body. Although the Golden Wheel itself has internal exercises, it is ashamed to say that they are all ordinary goods. When the obsession was generated, it was not left, and the poor monk himself did not know it, so he could not teach the benefactor. ”

"Well, that's what happened. Yang Qi's eyes did not leave the stone tablet, but it did not hinder his speech: "But master, there is one thing I have wanted to ask for a long time. ”

"What?"

"Why do you need internal strength to practice this dragon elephant skill?"

"Huh?" Jin Lun didn't react for a while, as if someone had been asked a question that one plus one weishenme equals two.

Before he was alive, an apprentice who dared to ask him this stupid question would have swept him out of the house. But now that he is dead after all, his heart is calm, and Yang Qi just said "the exercises are incomplete", and later found out that the exercises are really incomplete. Now asking a question that sounds like an idiot probably also has deep meaning. So Jinlun asked, "Why did the donor say this?"

Yang Qi's seductive voice floated in: "You think, master, this dragon elephant is derived from Tianzhu, and it is the authentic practice of Tianzhu. Just now I looked at Prajna Gong, and the cultivation method is very different from the Central Plains, which also proves this. But Tianzhu has no internal strength!"

The remnants of the golden wheel were shaken, and it seemed that something was about to be empowered into his brain.

Yang Qi's voice continued: "The internal strength was created by the Central Plains Taoist Qi practitioners, and it can't be played with the Tianzhu Eight Poles. So I'm thinking, can't the Tianzhu people themselves practice their own martial arts? I think it was changed after the exercises were introduced to the vicinity of the Central Plains, but the original version definitely didn't need internal strength. ”

"This ......" Jinlun Remnant Nian Zhenzhen was stunned again, and said after a while: "The method practiced by the poor monk is indeed the method modified by the ancestors. ”

"Look here," Yang Qi beckoned to the remnants of the Golden Wheel, pointing to the previous paragraph of the inscription and said: "Isn't it written very clearly, to practice the Dragon Elephant Gong, you need to take the essence of the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of the beast and absorb it into the body before you can practice." To enter the depths, you still need ivory and elephant bones. The more powerful and ferocious the beast used, the better the effect will be -- is this really a Buddhist practice? How does it feel like encouraging killing?"

After thinking about it carefully, the Golden Wheel Remnant Nian sighed: "Indeed, as the donor said, if you really cultivate according to this method, I am afraid that you can cultivate without the assistance of internal strength." Moreover, this method is authentic, the speed is faster, and the power of cultivation is even higher than that of poor monks. It's just that this law does violate the precepts of Buddhism, and when I first read it, my predecessors specially advised that this law was written here as a test of demons, and people with uncertain Buddha hearts would fall into the devil's path. It is true that there are people in history who have fallen into demons because of the practice of this method, so there are no more people who use this method in later generations. ”

It is also written in the original book that during the Northern Song Dynasty, a senior monk used a secret method to advance to the tenth layer, but as a result, the demon suddenly rose up, danced wildly for seven days and seven nights and died of suicide. That secret method, I think this is the method.

But Yang Qi clearly has a different opinion.

"Falling into the Demon Dao...... Yang Qi didn't know what he remembered, his eyes were distant and a little gloomy: "You think it's evil or a precept, and when you do it, you feel that you're doing evil and breaking the vow." When I felt guilty, I tortured myself and couldn't extricate myself. The heavier the guilt, the more difficult it is to get rid of, and the deeper the demonic thoughts in the heart. But if you don't think it's evil, then it's not evil, and naturally you don't have demonic thoughts. ”

Yang Qi sighed and patted Jin Lun's residual thoughts: "This is the truth that I have been entangled for a long time to realize, share it, I hope it will be useful." ”

Jin Lun looked at Yang Qi with a clear gaze: "The donor seems to have something on his mind, could it be that he is suffering from love?"

"It's all in the past, and it's not like I can't get out. Yang Qi didn't want to say more: "Master, there is no problem with the exercises, just leave the matter of finding a successor to me." Do you have any requirements, such as height, looks, income, uh...... Gender?" sounds like a blind date, and it feels weird.

Jin Lun looked at Yang Qi with a smile on his face: "Donor, you don't need to look for it anymore, the poor monk has already found it." ”

Looking at Jin Lun's expression, Yang Qi suddenly understood again, and couldn't help scratching his head: "Didn't you just say that I couldn't practice?"

"Haha, just now the poor monk saw that there was a problem in his knowledge, and he consciously saw through the benefactor, but he didn't know that he didn't even see through himself, which is really ridiculous and sad. Now it seems that the donor has no wisdom, and although there are still difficulties in the Dragon Elephant Gong, it is not impossible to climb to the top. And the donor may be more qualified in Prajna, and he will be successful in the future. ”

"Dependent origin and extinction are all laws, and the golden wheel has fulfilled its wish, so it goes. The golden wheel clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good......"

Everything has a way, such as morning dew and dreams, like fog and electricity, should be viewed as such.

The remnants of the Golden Wheel Dharma King finally dissipated, and the two stone tablets also turned into streamers and merged into Yang Qi's heart, and the inscriptions were engraved word by word in his mind and could not be forgotten.

Yang Qi clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddhist scripture that he only knew: "Nan no Amitabha Night ......"

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In the Jingwu Gate wing, Yang Qi suddenly opened his eyes. Just wondering why he was still here, instead of returning to his own home, he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and a hot current poured out of his heart, spreading to all his limbs.

Everywhere he passed, it was like being scalded by hot water, which made Yang Qi smoke cold air.

Yang Qi hurriedly sat down, calmly and concentrating to guide the heat flow. After a while, the originally scorching breath cooled down, and the whole body was warm and indescribably comfortable. Under the guidance of Yang Qi, three dao qi extended along the left, middle and right roads into the head, and after a while, Yang Qi was sweating profusely.

Although the sweat that comes out of this is not as exaggerated as "black as ink and fishy as" as in the novel, it does have a dark gray color and a relatively more intense taste.

Half an hour later, Yang Qi finished the work. As soon as his nose twitched, he smelled the smell of his body, and hurriedly got out of bed to find some water to scrub and scrub. But when he opened his eyes, Yang Qi froze.

Look at five meters and things are clear.

Ten meters away, things are crystal clear.

Walk out the window and look further away - the sun in the east has just risen above the horizon, just as the dawn is breaking through the dawn. The red sun dawns, and everything is renewed. Myopia for more than ten years, I have never found shijie so clear and beautiful, and the color is so beautiful.

It's a feeling of rebirth.

Yang Qi suddenly had an urge to cry.

He knew that he had already cultivated the first level of Prajna Gong - deaf ears and clear eyes.