"Master...... Take care!" Bai Ya endured his discomfort and turned his head and ran towards the other side of the dirt road.

"He's here, I've found him......" An exclamation came from a distance behind Bai Ya, and those gangsters circled around Shiyangji, and finally found Monk Huikong again.

White Cliff's footsteps slowed down, and he suddenly didn't want to escape, gritted his teeth, and turned around and ran towards the dirt road. Even if he can't help Huikong, he has to force himself to see the bottom and witness the monk's last moments.

He didn't know why he had this thought, the people and things in this world had nothing to do with him, all he needed to care about was how to return, but unconsciously, he couldn't turn a blind eye to everything around him.

As the White Cliff approached the dirt road, the flickering light of the fire came into view, and it was the torches in the hands of the thugs.

He hid behind a broken wall and poked his head out to carefully observe what lay ahead.

Huikong was surrounded by the thugs who rushed in, and the monk struggled to stand up, leaning on the dirt slope behind him with his hands folded, although his face was covered with a pair of terrifying blood holes, his expression was unusually peaceful and calm.

"Hey, hey!" With a smug laugh, the circle of thugs dodged a way, and the horse thief with a short body and a full face walked out during the day. He held the long stick left by Huikong in his hand, and looked at the seriously injured great monk with a sneer.

"Monk, it's not that you don't respect the Buddha, this is your life!

"Amitabha, the stinky skin of the poor monk, if the donor wants it, take it. It's just that the donor acts like this, isn't he afraid that evil will be rewarded?" Huikong turned his face around and said with a flat expression.

"Evil is rewarded?" hahaha!" The horse thief seemed to have heard a big joke, and looked at the gangsters a few times, and a group of people looked up to the sky and laughed, "Monk, this place of Shiyangji has never believed that evil has evil retribution, we only believe in the knife in our hands!"

"In this way, the poor monk has nothing to say, let's do it!" Huikong's face was pale, his right foot slammed into the dirt slope behind him, and his burly body soared into the air, and his arms were stretched out, and he swooped down like an eagle towards the sound of words.

"Huh?" The stout horse thief didn't expect Huikong to be so crisp, and he would fight back in such a desperate situation.

His pupils shrank, and he was caught off guard for a moment. However, after all, this horse thief has a lot of experience in fighting, and with a loud shout, he reached out and pulled a thug beside him, pulling him in front of him, and at the same time he used his strength to flash and pounce on the other side.

"Bang~" The gangster who was used as a shield by him was immediately knocked away by Huikong's pair of iron palms.

The thug's chest was completely dented, blood spurted out of his mouth as if he didn't want money, and his head was clubbed to the ground after he landed, and the whole person was arched like a shrimp, and he died in such a strange position.

"Go!" the horse thief dodged, his fleshy face revealing a hint of ferocity, and shouted loudly at the thugs around him.

The thugs had a hideous look on their faces, and they rushed forward with their knives drawn.

After they surrounded Huikong, countless blood flowers quickly bloomed on the monk's body, and the originally tattered dung sweeping clothes were now almost a red-robed beggar's outfit.

Despite this, Huikong didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and each time he struck, he would knock down an enemy. If he hadn't been blind, he wouldn't have had to trade his injuries for his life, and these gangsters wouldn't have been able to stop him.

"Bang~" While a gangster was knocked away by Huikong's force, a long stick slammed on his back from behind, staggering the monk.

Huikong turned around and swept it, but it was empty. The cunning stout horse thief retreated into the crowd again, his eyes flashing with a cold light like a viper, wandering behind the thugs, waiting for the next opportunity.

He soon waited for his chance again, and as Huikong lost a lot of blood, his burly body finally began to shake, slowly approaching the end of the oil.

The thief narrowed his eyes, threw away the long stick in his hand, and bent down to roll forward into the gap, rolling silently like a ball to Huikong's feet.

The thick palm of the bone joint was bent into a tiger claw, and it hit Huikong's right leg knee like lightning, and with a slappe of his left hand and a pull of his right hand, he forcibly removed Huikong's calf.

"Ah~" The pain of a broken leg can't help but exhale in pain, even with Huikong's heart.

However, as if to return to the light, Huikong's only remaining left foot bounced and flicked, and the head-on bone was like a spring, and slapped it fiercely on the horse thief, kicking him to the ground, and he was unsteady on his feet, and fell to the ground.

"Bang~Bang~" The horse thief rolled like a stone in the water and bounced several times on the dirt road, he struggled to turn over and sit up, his mouth was wide, and he couldn't help but send out a bloody arrow.

"Kill him for me~~" The stout horse thief snarled at the thugs with a hideous face and spurting blood.

The thugs were stunned, and then pounced frantically, the sharp knives in their hands kept swinging towards the fallen Huikong, and there was only a muffled sound of "poof" in the dense crowd.

"Boom!" the white cliff behind the broken wall was so stunned that he almost crushed his white teeth.

After a while, the thugs finally stopped. The stout horse thief stood up with the help of a thug, one of his arms hanging at his side, apparently kicked off, and staggered to the mangled corpse of Huikong.

"Phew~" The short horse thief spat at Huikong's corpse, snatched the sharp knife in the hand of a gangster next to him, bent down to chop off Huikong's head, held it high with one hand, and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, what about the sect master, it's not that the master is playing to death!"

"Go, look around, and see what this bald donkey has with him!"

Bai Ya bit his lip, unaware of the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, slowly retreated from behind the broken wall, and disappeared into the darkness.

This scene tonight has been engraved in his heart forever!

......

Bai Ya quietly returned to the inn, he thought that he had not alarmed the others, but he did not know that there was a pair of eyes watching him in a dark place on the roof. Seeing him return safely, the owner of those eyes secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the inn, Bai Ya endured his distraction and stuffed all the things that Huikong had entrusted to him under the bed. Lying on the bed, he looked at the beam in a daze.

He didn't know how long he had kept this look, but his mind kept replaying the figure of the stout horse thief holding Huikong's head, laughing wildly.

"Master Huikong, when I learn martial arts well, I will definitely avenge you!" Bai Ya muttered to himself, he suddenly remembered one thing, that is, the sixty-four-word mantra that Huikong recited before he died.

Bai Ya thought about it, found a piece of charcoal from the brazier in the room, and silently wrote that mantra in an inconspicuous place in the corner of the bed, saving him a long time from forgetting.

Perhaps the scene of Huikong's death had too much impact on him, but the mantra he had only heard a few times made him write it down word for word. It's just that he knows every word of the formula, and when combined, he is completely blind.

“...... Intention to keep the dantian, vigorously walk the three yangs, this chong three yin, and think immovably ......"

"What does this mean exactly?" Bai Ya looked at what he had written, a little confused.

He got up and went to the yard to fetch some water, and the cold well water suddenly cleared his mind a lot.

He went back to his room and took out the small yellow cloth bag that Huikong had entrusted to him from under the bed.

The yellow cloth packet was opened, and there were two thin books and a small jade statue inside. One book has a peculiar texture, with a slightly yellowish paper that seems to be made of some kind of light leather, while the other is folded like a long silk cloth, less like a scroll than a book.

Bai Ya took a closer look and found that this silk cloth scroll was the "Lengyan Sutra" mentioned by Huikong, and the leather book was the "Jialan Neijing" copied by the monk himself.

He put the "Lengyan Sutra" back away, opened the "Jialan Neijing", and wanted to find the "boxing method" recorded by Huikong from the second half.

Huikong used two different sizes of fonts to copy the "Jialan Neijing", and the front part of the Buddhist scriptures was slightly larger and the handwriting was neat. And the last seven or eight pages are all small characters, densely packed with white cliffs eager to take a magnifying glass out.

The small print is divided into three parts, the first part is the anecdotes recorded during Huikong's ascetic journey. This part of the content is in the vernacular, except for a few words that are not recognized, Baiya can basically understand it.

The second part is the self-created mudra that Huikong said, and the last part is the nameless mental method that he copied from the original scriptures.

Bai Ya looked at this martial art created by Huikong, and finally understood why he said it was a mudra at that time, not a fist or palm technique. Because there are no specific moves in this martial art, only the method of moving the martial arts.

This mudra is a Buddhist mudra created by Huikong and Tantric disciples who combined the tantric mudra they used with their own comprehension. It is not as powerful as the original Tantric Mahamudra, but it is better because the cultivation method is simple, and it does not have to cooperate with the mantra of Tantra.

Huikong called this self-created mudra "Vajra Damudra", and the first two words were taken from the name of Vajra Temple.

The content of this mudra in the scriptures is not much written except for one name, mainly five simple postures for practice. Two standing piles - two feet and one foot, one sitting pile, two lying piles - lying on your side and your torso hanging in the air.

Each human posture diagram has outlined lines and black dots on it, and looking at the annotations next to it, they are the meridians and acupoints through which the exercises pass.

Seeing this, Bai Ya suddenly understood some of the sentences on the sixty-four-character mantra.

For example: Jin Xing three yang, this chong three yin. The three yang and three yin should refer to the arm meridians in the twelve canons: the hand three yang meridians and the hand three yin meridians.

Huikong is right, this martial art must have a mantra to practice, otherwise just looking at the human body posture chart, forced cultivation will inevitably go crazy.

Thinking of this, Bai Ya couldn't help but praise secretly.

It seems that Huikong is very cautious, if he didn't have himself last night, this martial art would not have fallen into the hands of that horse thief. With the fierceness shown by the great monk, it is impossible to hand over the mudra mantra to the gangster in order to survive.

Seeing the hope of practicing Vajra Mahamudra, Bai Ya couldn't help but lift his spirits. Although there are still many people he doesn't understand about the sixty-four-character formula, he believes that with these five diagrams and careful cultivation, he will be able to crack them all sooner or later.

After reading this martial art, Bai Ya flipped through the nameless mental method.

This time he was not so lucky, the nameless mental method was even more unpredictable than the sixty-four-character mantra given to him by Huikong, and there were many rare words that he didn't recognize.

After looking at it for a while, Bai Ya gave up with a wry smile, unless there is a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao to explain it to him in detail, it will be difficult to even get started.