Xingtian was extremely shocked at the moment, so far, he didn't know what was going on, but at this moment, the old monk actually started to practice the palm technique by himself, but it suddenly attracted Xingtian's attention.

There is also a lot of research on the palm of Xingtian, but the palm practiced by the old monk is extremely mysterious, like the Vajra palm method, but there are some differences, and when the other party's set of palm techniques is finished, Xingtian still can't figure out the essentials, and looks at it blankly.

"If this palm and vajra palm complement each other, both are indispensable, but the power is several times stronger than the vajra palm, it is a profound martial arts, you will learn with me, whether you can practice it or not, it depends on your creation!" After the old monk finished speaking, he began to disassemble the palm method, and taught each other one move and one style.

Encountering this kind of good thing, Xingtian naturally couldn't help but be overjoyed, although he was still a little confused about the current situation in his heart, but after just seeing the old monk's practice, he was suddenly attracted by this martial arts, so he kept his head silent and studied hard.

This study is one month.

In a month's time, I forgot about the punishment of heaven and things, he is an extremely focused person by nature, and he is obsessed with martial arts, when he encounters this kind of profound palm, how can he not like the truth of not immersion, so he learns very seriously, it can be said that he is day and night. And the old monk also rarely speaks, carefully taught, when encountering Xingtian inquiry, let him understand it by himself, if not, he will speak out, and a month will pass by in the blink of an old and a small study of the palm method.

On this day, when Xingtian ran to practice his palms as usual, the old monk was indifferent, still sitting on the dilapidated futon, and only said: "Sleep in a dream for thirty days and the moon, close your eyes and breathe out a hundred years of clouds and smoke, life is like a dream, a dream is like life, go back......"

After speaking, he waved his hand, and suddenly a great force knocked Xingtian away, Xingtian was shocked, only to feel that the sky was shaking, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

There is still the old futon monk around, where is there a dilapidated ancient temple, this is his room in the medicine garden, the window is also slightly white, and the candlestick oil lamp has not burned out.

Xing Tian sat for a full quarter of an hour before he moved his throat and moved his stiff neck, and he remembered that he was indeed dreaming, but the dream was too long.

Shaking his head, Xing Tian even felt a little strange when he looked at his hut.

Just like the old monk said in the dream, life is like a dream, and a dream is like life, which is really profound. And Xingtian's biggest concern is how he could have such a strange dream for no reason.

In an instant, Xing Tian thought of the three pills he had refined last night, but he suddenly understood.

......

Han Buping was as mysterious as usual, and he explained a few words to Xingtian early in the morning, and then left the medicine garden alone and disappeared, and Xingtian still arranged for the miscellaneous disciples who came to the medicine garden to work, and he himself practiced martial arts in the backyard.

At this moment, Xing Tian was bare-chested, his muscles and flesh were abnormally strong and distinct, and he saw him stepping and rambling, like a tiger leaping and an eagle falling, and at the same time, his palms flew up, constantly hitting powerful palm prints.

What Xing Tian practiced was the 'Prajna Palm' that he learned from the old futon monk in his dream.

This palm technique needs to be urged by the Vajra palm, it can be said that the two palms are one, but it is completely different from the Vajra palm, and the power is not the same.

Syllable!

Xingtian's palm sank into the mountain rock by an inch, but he didn't break it, and when he withdrew his palm, he saw a palm print printed on the mountain rock.

The palm prints on it are clear, and even fingerprints can be seen, as if this is not a mountain rock, but a piece of ink.

Immediately, Xingtian's eyes shrank, and he secretly said that he was domineering.

It is not difficult to break rocks, but it is not easy to leave a mudra on a hard rock, and even the Vajra palm method will definitely not be able to do this.

Xing Tian took his palms and stood up, he was just trying, but then he was surprised to find that the martial arts he learned in his dream could really be used in reality, and he was not unfamiliar with it, as if he had been practicing hard for a long time.

Everything pays attention to cause and effect, and Xing Tian knows that it is impossible for him to practice a palm technique for no reason, which must be related to those three pills.

Of the three pills, I had already taken one of them, and I had a dream, so I thought about it, the other two pills should be the same.

In other words, he still has two more opportunities to ask the old monk in his dream for advice.

Xing Tian knew that this was his own great adventure, some people, even if they saw through the Tibetan medicine in the secret book and collected thirteen kinds of medicinal materials, but they didn't know how to refine them, and they would never be able to refine the three pills, but the purple gourd made up for this just right. As for why those three pills make people fall asleep, enter the ancient temple of the desolate Gobi, and learn martial arts from the old monks of the futon, it is not something that Xing Tian can know.

Xing Tian knew that he had to cherish this opportunity, and when he thought of the competition agreed with Xu Jiang on the fifteenth day of next month, his face showed a pride that he would win.

"Xu Jiang, what if you have a master, what if you have a cousin, next month's fifteenth place competition, I will definitely defeat you like the Wajin Village Wutang Xiaobi, my goal is not you, and you are at best, just a step I need to cross!" Xing Tian was full of confidence in his heart, rested for a while, and then began to practice again.

Three days later, Xing Tian summed up the problems encountered in practicing the palm technique, and even other problems, before swallowing the second pill at sunset.

Sure enough, just like the first time, Xing Tian quickly fell asleep, entered the dream realm, and returned to the Gobi Ancient Temple, surrounded by spotless monasteries, and the old futon monk was still sitting there, as if he had never moved.

"You're here!" the old monk said softly, and his words were the same as the first time, as if he had long known that Xingtian was coming.

"Yes!" This time Xingtian did not stand stupidly, but bowed and saluted.

"So, let's get started!"

In the blink of an eye, in this dream, another month has passed. In this month, Xingtian did not waste a single bit of time, cultivated with all his strength, and refined a lot of palm techniques. And many of the questions he brought were also answered from the mouth of the old monk of the futon, at this time, Xingtian had already determined that the old monk of the futon was definitely a high monk, and even in terms of martial arts cultivation, he was higher than his master Qu Chong.

Moreover, much higher.

Xing Tian knew that Master Qu Chong was already a Great Perfection martial artist in the Rigid and Soft Realm, and he was one step away from being able to pass the knack, and his real strength was that the people in the initial realm of the knack realm were difficult to match, how high was the cultivation of this futon old monk?

And on the last day of January, the old monk still said the same thing as last time, waved his sleeves, and swept Xingtian out of the dream.

This time, Xing Tian was cultivating and meditating in the real world, and this time, he also began to spend some time, wanting to find some clues about the old monk of the ancient temple in the dream realm. Because Xing Tian didn't believe that that place was really a dream, if that was the case, where did the elixir prescription hidden in the Vajra palm method come from? Then someone must have deliberately hidden it in the form of pictures, and maybe even this person was an old futon monk.

It's just that Xingtian didn't find any clues, some geography books didn't record it, and there were no introductions to various sects, and the only thing Xingtian knew was that this vajra palm method was left by a monk who came to Hexagram Mountain a long time ago to exchange martial arts for martial arts, and other than that, there were no other clues.

Seven days later, Xingtian swallowed the last pill, and after entering the dream again, he was still an old monk from the ancient temple.

Unexpectedly, the old monk smiled faintly and said: "I only talk about martial arts here, if you have a fate, you will know everything, if you don't have a fate, it is best to know nothing!"

A few words of the gods chattered, Xingtian listened to it as if he understood or not, and then Xingtian asked again, the old monk kept his mouth shut and did not answer, only when he learned to palm, the old monk would speak. In the dream, time is sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and before you know it, the sun and the moon alternate in the dream, and it is another month that passes.

Dream of learning martial arts, it has been three months, and the prannia palm of the punishment day is already very hot.

On the last day, Xingtian had just arrived at the compound, waiting to be beaten out of the dream by the old monk, but the old monk of the futon was missing. In an instant, the surrounding environment changed drastically, and in the blink of an eye, the quaint temple became a dilapidated and barren place of chaotic mounds, and directly in front of it, a ghost-faced Shura statue stood there.

Xingtian was in a trance, but he saw that the ghost-faced Shura carving's originally lifeless eyes suddenly turned around, and they were staring at him. At this moment, Xingtian only felt a palpitation, and the next moment, the statue of Shura turned out to be alive and began to step towards Xingtian.

slapped it head-on, and Xing Tian saw that the palm of this Shura was the size of an ordinary person, as if a basin had been pressed down. In a hurry, Xingtian also slapped out a palm, and in an instant, two palms, one large and one small, slammed together.

This ghost-faced Shura palm is extremely strong, Xingtian stepped out of a pair of deep pits on the ground with his feet, seeing that the danger was incomparable, Xingtian hurriedly slapped out three palms, forcing Shura to take a step back, and then hurriedly jumped out of place.

Next, Xingtian was entangled with this ghost-faced Shura, and the Vajra Prajna palm that he had practiced in the dream for three months was now at his fingertips, and it was like flowing water. I saw the palm wind breaking through the air, the sky was full of palm shadows, and I couldn't tell who was who for a while, I saw two figures shuttling back and forth, attacking each other, sometimes Xingtian would be hit by a palm, and sometimes the ghost-faced Shura would also be beaten back a few steps by Xingtian, but whether it was Xingtian or ghost-faced Shura, they were all more and more courageous.

In the back, Xingtian also forgot everything, and immersed himself in the mystery of the palm, but suddenly had an epiphany.

Suddenly, he spun around and slapped him.

This palm, at first, was ordinary and insubstantial, but the next moment the palm power surged, and it was imprinted on the chest of the ghost-faced Shura. The latter still wanted to resist, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his arm was shattered by Xingtian's palm.

Boom!

A deep palm print instantly appeared on the chest of the ghost-faced Shura, and the latter instantly fell to the ground, cracking all over his body, and then scattered violently, turning into nothingness.

The next moment, the surrounding environment changed back to the Gobi Ancient Temple, and the old monk of the futon was still sitting in front, but this time, a smile appeared on his face.

"Vajra Angry Lotus, Shura is in charge, only I am like this, and I am enlightened in the world......"

The sound lasted for a long time, until Xing Tian woke up from his dream and saw his room, and felt that the sound lingered in his ears.