After being "looked" by the old monk, Yang Yi stood up with an "ah", opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was still in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on the desk in front of him, the yellow scroll was just spread on the table, but the old monk and Huanglong on the axis returned to a static picture.

Yang Yi let out a sigh of relief, his heart was agitated, and the scene of the old monk descending the dragon that he had just "seen" was still floating in his mind.

After the six-character mantra of Buddhism was shouted out by the old monk just now, the earth, water, fire and wind were completely static and solidified, the wind stopped the waves, and the thunder in mid-air also hung high in the air and no longer split, this kind of scene was really terrifying and unbelievable.

The spiritual cultivation of the painter can be described as extraordinary, not like the atmosphere of the world!"

The person who painted this painting seems to be the same as the person who wrote on the archway outside Fulong Temple, and there is no difference in the way of transmitting spiritual energy.

"This is an opportunity not to be missed!"

Yang Yi pondered silently, and found that every movement of the old monk walking in the river, the skill and strength of every pronunciation of the six-character mantra, and every small movement of catching the dragon were all imprinted in Yang Yi's heart, and at the same time, a martial arts method that he had never been exposed to and understood slowly emerged from his mind:

Fulong!

When the old monk "looked" at Yang Yi just now, in the flow of thoughts, what was injected into Yang Yi's mind was a technique of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, that is, the peerless magic power of the old monk to subdue the yellow dragon just now.

This dragon technique is divided into internal and external uses, the external power is used to subdue demons and subdue demons to protect one's body, and the internal power is used to collect the spirit, subdue distracting thoughts, internal and external integration, divided and combined, it is really a great magic power in the Buddhist exercises.

Yang Yi sat silently, recalling the memory scene, trying to figure it out, and under the rapid operation of his mind, hot air began to rise above his head, and after finally comprehending all this magical power, his clothes were already soaked.

"Amazing!"

Yang Yi was greatly admired, "The magic power of Buddhism really has its own secret, and it is not under the two sects of Confucianism and Taoism!"

It took a lot of effort for him to understand this technique alone, and he hadn't sweated for many years, and when he participated in this Fulong technique today, he actually sweated profusely.

The profundity of this exercise can be seen from this.

Thirsty, Yang Yi reached out to the right side of the desk and picked up a bowl of hot tea, intending to drink tea to quench his thirst.

When he brought the tea to his mouth and was about to drink it, Yang Yi's body suddenly stopped!

He stretched out his hand to serve tea just now, which was a habit he had developed in the Taishi's Mansion.

Every time he went to read a book in the Scripture Pavilion in the mansion, the old servant Yang Convenience in the Scripture Pavilion would serve him nearby, and a bowl of hot tea was indispensable. Whenever Yang Yi is thirsty from reading, there will always be brewed tea in the tea bowl on his right hand.

But this is not the Taishi Mansion, but the Fulong Temple!

This is the scripture pavilion of Fulong Temple, not the scripture pavilion in the Taishi's mansion!

So where did this bowl of tea come from?

Yang Yi didn't dare to pretend to be a master, but he didn't dare to be arrogant, there are indeed many people in the world who can beat him, but there are people who can silently serve a bowl of hot tea without being discovered by him, except for Yang Fang, the old servant of the Taishi Mansion Hidden Scripture Pavilion, this is the first time he has encountered it outside.

Yang Yi couldn't drink this bowl of tea anymore, looked around, and said loudly: "Which master is here?

The scripture pavilion was as quiet as before, but no one answered.

Yang Yi said again: "Seniors, don't you come out to see you?"

After he said this, the entire scripture pavilion was shocked, and the scriptures in the attic were tumbling endlessly, and the sound was rolling and exploding in the attic like thunder, but no one outside the attic noticed anything unusual.

Yang Yi closed his eyes and sensed for a long time, but he didn't notice a little breath.

"Well, since the seniors don't want to show up and say it, Yang doesn't dare to force it!"

Yang Yi saw that no one answered, and knew that people didn't want to show up, which was also expected, so he didn't say anything more at the moment, turned around and returned to the desk.

Looking down, the yellow scroll that had just been spread out was gone!

Yang Yi's face changed, and he took a deep breath.

"Moo!"

The six-character mantra was shouted out by him!

At that time, in the Bodhi Temple, when the monk shouted the mantra, the rest of the masked people under the golden mask man were all shocked by the mantra, and the true qi did not run smoothly. And the old monk in the yellow scroll roared out with a word, and the water, fire, wind and thunder were all fixed, and the power was even more incredible.

Now that this spell has been shouted out by Yang Yi, although it can't reach the power of the mantra of the old monk who descends the dragon, it is much more powerful than it and the monk who knows it!

Thunder exploded in the attic, wind blew on the ground, and dust flew like rain.

After a strange fluctuation, the figure of an old monk slowly emerged from Yang Yi's eyes, and the disappearing scroll was being held in the old monk's hand.

The old monk was dressed in a gray robe, not tall or short, neither fat nor thin, with low eyebrows, standing quietly in front of Yang Yi, with a calm demeanor and warm eyes.

"Sure enough! The great monk's method of spiritual concealment is really good, obviously standing in front of Yang, but Yang can't see, can't hear, the five senses are invalid, and the six gods are gone!"

Yang Yi didn't salute when he saw the old monk, but just smiled and said, "I don't know what to call the master? I haven't studied this dragon technique thoroughly, so why do you take it back?"

The gray-robed old monk said: "Good, good! Yang Gongzi, this Fulong technique is the method of our temple's teaching, it is profound and mysterious, and its inheritance can go directly to the Arhat fruit position, Gongzi is neither a disciple of Buddhism, nor a person from the temple, this Fulong technique is probably a little unsuitable for Gongzi's practice." ”

Yang Yi asked, "Are you the big boss in this Fulong Temple?"

The old monk said, "No!"

Yang Yi asked again: "Are you the abbot of this temple?"

The old monk said: "Neither!"

Yang Yi said: "In that case, what qualifications do you have to prevent me from accessing the scriptures?"

The old monk sighed: "Three sons, this Fulong technique is very important, if the inheritance is not human, I am afraid that there will be many disasters in the world! When Yang Taishi was young, he also came to this temple to observe the scriptures, and when he watched the Fulong technique, he was dissuaded by the old man, and the Taishi saw me appear to block it, so he stopped looking. As the youngest son of the Taishi, why don't you follow the example of the Taishi and give up the idea of practicing this dragon technique?"

Yang Yi said: "My father is my father, I am me, how can I do what the predecessors did and the younger generations do?" said and stretched out his hand to grab: "Old monk, your temperament is too small, the pattern is too low, even if you achieve a half-step great master, but you can only stop here, if you want to go further, it will be difficult!"

As Yang Yi spoke, he grabbed it with both hands, and his moves were inseparable from the scroll with the Fulong technique.

But the old monk in front of him didn't seem to move much, just slowly retreated and moved sideways, but Yang Yi's lightning-fast grasp couldn't even touch the corners of the old monk's clothes.

The old monk's body moved forward slowly, no longer paying attention to Yang Yi, Yang Yi attacked one after another, but he was always unable to touch his body, only to see his back go farther and farther, and gradually disappear into the many bookcases of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Yang Yi smiled dumbly, shook his head and returned to the desk to sit down.

After a while, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, "This old monk is so powerful! If he knows that I have obtained the inheritance of this Fulong technique, I'm afraid it will be a little unpleasant! I hope I was stunned just now and can cover up the past." ”

Yang Yi had a rough estimate of the old monk's strength after he was shocked by the six-character mantra mantra, and the old monk's cultivation was far beyond the martial arts master but had not yet reached the realm of the great grandmaster.

This old monk can silently deliver a bowl of tea to him, and he can also quietly take away the scroll of Fulongshu, but if he has killing intent towards himself, he may not be able to hide his induction.

After all, he is not a great grandmaster, let alone a supreme grandmaster.

It's just that the classics of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Fulong Temple, the monk has already promised to let himself check it, and this old monk even blocked it, which is really a bit unreasonable.

After thinking for a while, Yang Yi shook his head and smiled: "The pattern in his chest is so small, he can become a martial arts grandmaster, this person must have adventures, but if he wants to become a great grandmaster? )