"How can Holy Master Dao Ji teach you two?"

The sound is like a bell, rumbling down from the main hall on the mountain.

Two great monks of a mountain and a river looked back, put their palms on their chests and said "Buddha Mito", the sound was like the waves of the river, rumbling up, wandering in the valley, pressing the sound on the mountain in an instant, shaking the branches on both sides of the mountain road echoed.

"Presumptuous!"

Zhang Jiu'e, who had always been light and light, scolded angrily, like a needle piercing a drum that pierced through the sound waves in the sky, and the roar of the lion of the Buddha Gate dissipated.

Zhang Jiu'e swept the dust in his hand and handed it over to his left hand, just like that, a gust of wind came out of the dust horsetail, like a perfect arc hitting the two great monks.

The thin monk stepped forward, did not dodge, and took it alive.

The energy dissipated instantaneously as if it hit a stone wall and made a "tom", stirring up a burst of dust, making Zhang Jiu'e on the opposite side frown, "King Kong? ”

Buddhism's cultivation is similar to martial arts refining qi, but it is hard to boil the body and temper the mind in the practice of meditation and meditation on weekdays, and it is also a kind of dual cultivation of qi and art, which is just a mass of harmony, not competing with external objects, focusing on an empty word, without him and without me.

Different from the seven realms of qi refining and cultivation in martial arts, Buddhism pays attention to everything and is divided into four layers, just like Taoism: Wukong, One Thought Three Thousand, King Kong, and Faxiang.

King Kong has a non-bad Dharma body, and it is rumored that the Dharma can invite the Buddha to come in person.

The thin monk just straightened out the dirty and unsightly earthy yellow robe, and said "Mida Buddha" again, and the fat monk also took a step forward, and the two monks looked straight at each other.

Ye San didn't want to deal with these two big monks who regarded fighting as a daily routine, and took care of themselves to lead the horse to climb the mountain.

Humpty Dumpty Monk Yishan turned his head and saw Ye San and Ye Yao leaving, and hurriedly walked up to follow.

The tall and thin monk Yishui was polite, "We're not here to fight, can we go up the mountain?" ”

The sudden change in attitude made Zhang Jiu'e stunned, but before he could say anything, the King Kong monk said again: "It's not an exaggeration to respect you as a senior brother, but you just didn't say a word and started beating people, right?"

Yishui waited for Zhang Jiu'e to reply, but Zhang Jiu'e didn't have the heart to reply.

"Look, my junior brother is afraid that he won't be able to beat you and make a fool of himself, so he can't let me, who is a senior brother, come forward to find the field, right?"

Yishui's words still didn't attract Zhang Jiu'e's attention, but it caused Yishan, who had just walked a few steps, to turn around and scold, "Fuck your mother's bullshit brother".

Yishui ignored Yishan, still looked directly at Zhang Jiu'e, and said: "Dare to ask this Taoist brother, can you try my Buddhist King Kong, can you touch your Dao and enlighten thoroughly."

Aggressive.

As he spoke, without waiting for Zhang Jiu'e to react, Yishui's right hand was slightly raised, and he made a flower seal, and turned the palm flower to the old Dao seal.

Zhang Jiu'e didn't dare to hold it up, his hands were sealed on his chest, and he pushed it out with his palms on his chest, and when the two touched each other, he heard a bang, and the sky was full of sand and dust, Zhang Jiu'e's body shook for a while, and he didn't move even if he looked at the water.

"Mida Buddha." Yishui pronounced the Buddha's name, turned around and went up the mountain, and it can be seen that there are two more shoe prints about finger deep on the huge bluestone under his feet.

It was a mountain rock that had been cut in one piece.

Zhang Jiu'e said, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", ignoring the surrounding boiling discussions, flicking the sleeves of his robe, he was about to step forward, but he was grabbed by the Taoist priest who took a few steps.

Without waiting for the stunned Zhang Jiu'e to speak, the top-chested Taoist priest shook his head and hinted, until the great monk who stepped on the mountain stone and walked away before he spoke: "This is what you shouldn't care." ”

Zhang Jiu'e frowned slightly, although this uncle ancestor is extremely high, but he has no identity in the Wudang Taoist lineage, and has never participated in any affairs in the door, it can be said that their branch lineage has been passed down from generation to generation so far, except for Luo Tianda's appearance every year, at other times it is in a corner of peace, nested in the Little Lotus Peak, it is rare to see this uncle and ancestor leave the Little Lotus Peak, and it is surprising to see this uncle and ancestor leave the Little Lotus Peak, and at this time he stopped himself, making him, the Wudang mountain guard, even more confused.

Naturally understand the cultivation method of the Taoist priest with a chest, such a calculation of the ancient and modern ability to pass through the sky is a kind of anti-heaven existence that violates the way of heaven, yesterday he pointed out his words between himself, and today he directly blocked it, Zhang Jiu'e eyebrows were puzzled at first but suddenly in the next moment.

It was rare for the topless Taoist priest to put away the tune, he was serious, raised his hand and pointed to the heart of the old Taoist in front of him, "If you don't break it, you can't stand it." ”

Zhang Jiu'e lowered his eyebrows and was respectful.

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"Night boy, do you recognize the old man!"

After about a stick of incense, suddenly a thick sound came from the bottom of the mountain, which shook the ears and buzzed, and even the third watch of the night was a little unstable. Ye Yao screamed even more in surprise, raised his hands to cover his ears, and the horses under the seat neighed and stood.

The middle-aged thin Taoist priest who was waiting for his little apprentice to come back under the mountain road was dumbfounded, looked at the little Taoist boy on the leopard in the distance, who was a little shaky by the sound waves, and scolded: "Zhang Yunji is a hammer, you can't find him!"

However, it was said that the two great monks of a mountain and a river were the first to wake up, put their hands together, and chanted loudly: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

The sound broke through the sky, which can be regarded as blocking the sound waves of people.

Ye San stabilized his body and turned to look, and saw an old man with crane hair galloping from the mountain road at a lightning speed, almost like an arrow from the string, and without saying much, he burst out with a palm.

Lightning fast!

Ye San didn't have time to react at all, but subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and slapped the person who came, and his body flew out three or four feet away uncontrollably, smashing a pine and cypress on the side of the road and rolling out for a while before he could stop, but before he could react, a mouthful of blood spurted out, obviously an internal organ injury.

The crane-haired old man didn't give Ye Sanmore a chance to think, and deceived himself, his body like a ghost.

Don't say that after receiving this palm, even if you want to block but can't do it, the two big monks on the side have not come back to their senses for the first time, whether it happened suddenly or unclear, so they didn't come back to their senses for the first time, and the old man with crane hair shrank into inches, and the distance of four or five zhang was instantaneous, and another palm burst out.

The blood that was about to gush out of his throat was forcibly swallowed as soon as his chest was hot, and Ye San naturally saw that this palm was even more than just now, the palm wind was sharp and violent.

Since he didn't dare to hold it up, Ye San endured the pain in his heart even more, rolled on the spot, and dodged this fierce blow, and then spun around and struck an oolong skein, like a thrown spear, shooting straight towards the crane-haired old man of unknown origin.

The old man, who had white hair but a ruddy complexion, had already prepared for the counterattack launched in such a short period of time, and the palm that had just missed was quickly withdrawn across his chest to block the fierce kick, and the other hand smashed into the waist and abdomen of the night three more with a fist.

There are no fancy tricks, just such a bland punch from back to front, with a faint sound of breaking the air, carrying a force of heaven and earth, not yet close, even through the clothes, Ye San can feel the strong wind of this punch, as if it wants to penetrate the body.

Before he could think about it, Ye San borrowed the power of a kick, like a tiger pounced, and his hands made a force to plan, and his body flew out.

It's just that even so, he still didn't dodge the opponent's next blow.

The five fingers of the left hand clenched into a fist were wide open, and the old man with the crane hair just took a big stride to keep up with the momentum of the night three watches, grabbed the latter's waist and crotch, and the right arm blocking the chest rotated, directly sandwiching the two legs of the night three watches under the armpits, and shouted "up", and the waist and eyes threw out the body of a hundred catties.

Ye Sangen never expected the opponent to react so quickly, and he didn't have time to think about it in mid-air, so he tried to protect his head in front of his chest and clamp his arms tightly.

It was just a blink of an eye, and there was another "click", and another big tree with the thickness of two people hugging each other was smashed by the third watchman of the night.

said that it was too late, and it was only three or four snaps of fingers, and the third night spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the spirit platform was dizzy.

"Three watches!"

Ye Yao and her brother are connected to each other, and Ye San is even more hit by this, even if she can't see it, her heart is skipping a beat, and she turns over and dismounts, but it is a stumbling side, but fortunately, she reached out and grabbed it on the side so that she didn't fall.

"Ahem." Spit out a mouthful of blood again, and Ye San felt as if his body was torn, and he felt weakness that he had never felt from the outside to the inside.

Ye San used all his strength to get up with the broken tree trunk, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently with his heartbeat.

The crane-haired old man's eyes were fierce, and he jumped up, and his hands were eagle claws to attack the night three watches again.

"The old and immortal are all old and old, and accumulate some virtue for their descendants, what kind of ability is it to take advantage of the danger of others."

A mountain has come in stride, and like a crane-haired old man, he also threw out a punch without any fancy.

The crane-haired old man heard in his ears that a gust of wind was coming behind him like tearing the air, and he was behind him in an instant.

The general stabilized his figure, and the crane-haired old man heard that the fist wind behind him had arrived, and he didn't look at it, and he bent over and turned around to make a move The black tiger pulled out his heart, and punched Yishan in the chest.

Yishan stood on his chest with his left hand and said, "Amitabha, the donor is not afraid of falling into the demons?" With a flick of your right hand from the inside out, you can easily defuse the opponent's moves.

The crane-haired old man took advantage of the situation to press his hands on the ground, kicked his legs with a rabbit, and hit the chest of a mountain. Ichiyama took a step back and placed a palm on the soles of his feet.

When the two saw the moves, their fists and feet were added and dozens of styles had been dismantled in a few rounds.

This crane-haired old man is a foreign martial artist, take the number of fierce roads, and the next plate is stable when the fist is windy, insiders know at a glance that this is a person who has been immersed in boxing for many years, from his breath and breath between a punch and a kick can also see that this has reached the peak of the realm, and the body is like a strip.

The fat monk Yishan on him, the cultivation is also the number of foreign roads of Buddhism, and the body that has been meditating and participating in meditation and asceticism since childhood has been rumored that "the golden bell cover is not broken and undefeated" after entering King Kong.

Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south, I will stand still.

Such hard kung fu is not much better than the iron cloth shirt of Hujiabao in Chancheng, Suizhou, Lingnan Road.

The two are on equal footing, and they have been fighting back and forth.

Ye San got up even harder, and the old man's palm was like being struck by lightning, and the qi in his body was like a gossamer, and he couldn't find a clue. The Lingtai is more like a needle prick, and it is difficult to sort out the unclear slurry.

The monk Yishui led the horse and approached, saw it clearly, and sat cross-legged without saying a word, opening his mouth to recite a burst of Sanskrit sound.

Ye Ya Yi heard that this was the Buddhist "Heart Sutra" when she opened her mouth in Yishui, but she could calm her mind, purify her heart, and feel at ease, and she also knew that Yishui was reading it to Ye Sanchang and was also reading it to her.

But even she herself had forgotten when her brother was last defeated by someone, and if she had known that she would have been defeated before, she would have known that she would be defeated, but now she didn't even say a word, so how could she not worry?

Ye San's perception of the things around him is still the same, but he can't turn a blind eye. I also heard my sister's exclamation just now, but I couldn't open my mouth.

The whole body is like fire, and the meridians everywhere are burning like roasting, and the true qi of the body is firmly guarded in the dantian, and a trace of it travels through the two veins of Ren Du to the whole body.

Suddenly the sound of chanting in the ears sounded, the words were like needles pierced in the Lingtai, and like a stick to wake up the Lingtai with a trace of clarity, the whole body was all over the body, the dantian qi sea was better than before, and the meridians that had been somewhat stagnant by the punch of the old man with crane hair were also expanded several times, and the whole body was cool.

Ye Yao was restless on the horse, and wanted to ask questions, but he was still reciting the "Heart Sutra" over and over again, and his heart became less nervous than just now, but subconsciously it was still uncomfortable tight.

The night is uneasy, and the whole body is comfortable at this time, and the 3,600 pores of the whole body are all transparent, and the 12 meridians and 15 other meridians are all smooth.

"Roar!"

Just after reciting the "Heart Sutra" for the third time in Yishui, the third night raised his neck and let out a tiger roar, which resounded through Wudang. Above the already drowsy nine skies, in an instant, dark clouds rolled in from behind the mountain.

There was a thunder, and the third night opened his eyes and raised his head.

The second thunder, the third night was even more vigorous, and the surrounding gravel and broken trees were rolled out of the knee-high snow.

Three thunders, Ye San got up and raised his right hand.

Thunder again, and the night three jumped a few feet and fell on the top of the tree.

The thunder accompanied by a flash of lightning slashed down, and Yu Sanjian raised his head three feet to a halt, and threw his palm towards the crane-haired old man who had just escaped the battle circle in the distance.

"Come on, come on, see if I can reach the peak of your foreign family after refining qi for nine turns."