The first cause of all realms

Chapter 327 Martial arts practice is like watching mountains, and the eight-place immovable King Kong (first update)
Seeing the gray-robed old monk in front of him, Yang Jue almost burst into a fit, and it took him [-] minutes of strength to forcefully suppress the throbbing in his heart.

Dharma!

Yang Jue clenched his fingers tightly and broke out in a cold sweat. The state of the old monk in front of him was as unfathomable as a vast ocean. Even if he didn't have the slightest malice, his mind was tense and he couldn't relax.

But from the perspective of ordinary people, this is just a plain old monk.

He is very short, dry and fleshless, and his wrinkled and crowded eyes are very small, but his eyes are very clear, like a child.

He clasped his hands together, his eyes were full of curiosity, and suddenly he calmed down.

"Huiding, do you understand something?"

"Slightly enlightened."

Yang Yu's heart tightened.

Although the person in front of him is just the spirit left by the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism more than 2000 years ago in an illusion, he always feels that the old monk seems to see something.

"It's good to have an understanding."

The old monk nodded.

"The great master taught well."

Yang Ju lowered his head slightly, guessing in his mind the old monk's intentions.

"The old monk's transmission is nothing more than the sixteen characters of 'invincible, indestructible, indestructible, indestructible, and strong to the sun'. How far you can cultivate depends on your own strength."

The old monk shook his head.

Air volume?

Chewing the old monk's words in his heart, Yang Jue's heart moved slightly, as he said, this vajra is not broken, it is not a martial art in the ordinary sense.

Thousands of people learn, there are thousands of ways.

"The most steadfast person in Buddhism is Vajra. The martial art of this school does not lie in Qi, Gang, or physical body, but in the heart."

The old monk said slowly:

"If you don't know your own heart, don't know the diamond heart, no matter how thick the inner breath is and how dense the true aura is, if the mind is not in the state of 'moving the eight places', it is far from being called 'not bad'."

"The Heart of Vajra, does not move in eight places..."

Yang Jue explained the meaning of the old monk's words.

In fact, he knows quite a lot about the principles of practice. In the copy room of the six doors, there are too many such sayings.

However, this is easier said than done.

Thoroughly eradicate the obstacles of affliction, obstacles of knowing, and all attachments, add everything together without being moved, be immobile, and the eight grounds will not move. This is the mind of a Bodhisattva.

Yang Ju understands this truth, and there is a gap as far as heaven and earth between understanding and doing.

He will be angry when he sees injustice, he will be happy when he sees a woman he loves, he will have murderous intentions when his relatives and friends are injured, and he may even become decadent and devastated when encountering huge changes.

This is not enough to understand.

"Your mind is not bad, your talent is not bad, and your understanding is beyond ordinary people. You can't talk about Buddha's heart, but you have a bit of an angry diamond."

The old monk commented, and without waiting for the latter to think deeply, he said again:
"Let this old man see your comprehension."

"Ok?"

Yang Jue raised his eyebrows, seeing the old monk standing with a smile on his face, his heart became interested.

He himself was very curious about this great master of Zen Buddhism. Hearing this, he naturally wouldn't hypocritically refuse anything. There was a blue-golden light overflowing between the five fingers he kneaded, and he punched without hesitation.

call!
When the fist falls, the wind moves.

With Yang Ju's physical strength and martial arts at this time, with this punch, the sudden strong wind is enough to shake the meditation room into dust, but as soon as the breeze rises, it will be wiped out by itself.

It seemed to be completely swallowed by a black hole, without any ripples.

A withered palm opened, unbearable as the earth, easily dissipating all the shock of force, and then came back, enveloping Yang Jue's powerful punch.

Slow and steady.

"Come again!"

Yang Jue's eyes lit up, and the fighting spirit that emerged dispelled all the fear in his heart.

If he missed a blow, he pulled his arm back, squeezed his fists together, his inner breath burst out, and he punched again!
Because of his scruples about revealing his identity, he never urged the Baquan, but this punch, blood and real strength intertwined, urged by nine oxen and two tigers, he did not spare any strength.

With one punch, even if the invisible energy spreads all around, the whole meditation room and the small courtyard outside it also make a buzzing sound, as if they are about to jump up from the shock.

Fine dust and scattered snow are all shaken off the ground.

"not bad!"

Seeing this punch, the old monk's eyes seemed to have a gleam of light, and immediately, the palm of his hand bloomed like a lotus flower, receiving the punch again.

boom!
The muffled sound that seemed to be high but actually low exploded, flashing and then extinguishing.

It's still like a mud cow entering the sea, this punch clearly has a collision, but it seems that there is no force, it is more uncomfortable than hitting the sky.

"This……"

This time, Yang Qiu was finally moved.

He was not surprised that the ancestor of the Zen sect could receive his fist. What shocked him was that all the strength of his punch was accepted by him, and his clothes never bulged.

Didn't even let go!
This is not only because of his high martial arts skills, but also because the physique and strength of this old monk surpasses himself at this time!

"not bad."

The old monk gave some approval, he swayed his robe sleeves lightly, flexed and stretched his five fingers, and nodded with a smile, like twisting flowers.

boom!
With one finger click, Yang Jue's pupils shrank, and in a trance, he felt as if there were waves surging in front of him, and a reed was floating in it, and the old monk rested his hand on it.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged, and a huge monster appeared under the water, rolling up an undercurrent and raging waves, and it was about to hit the old monk with great momentum.

At the right time, the old monk pressed down with one hand, and his withered fingers stretched out like jade pillars.

Just a ride, a lift, a toss.

It was blue-grey in color, and it was a huge monster that was more than ten feet away, but it was thrown into the sky in one fell swoop!
It wasn't until the reeds drifted away that they were so far away that they couldn't be seen. Then the giant fish weighing tens of thousands of catties fell heavily, splashing thousands of waves and screaming without being hurt.

This is, Buddha throwing image? !
No, it's Bodhidharma throwing whales!
call!
It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like an instant, Yang Jue stepped back and landed, the light and shadow in front of him disappeared, and at the same time, the figure of the old monk disappeared.

Just as it came without a trace, it went without a trace.

"Buddha throwing an image..."

Yang Ju returned to his senses, but the touch in his heart could not be subsided for a long time.

Suddenly I understood what martial arts practice is like watching mountains.

Thousands of miles away, it is as majestic as a flat Dushan Mountain. It doesn't seem to be very high, but the closer you get, the more majestic you feel.

Unless you go to the foot of the mountain, you can't see the majesty of the mountain clearly.

Once, when he was a beginner in martial arts, he saw Zhang Xuanba in the illusion of Liuji Mountain. He only felt that he was strong, but he seemed to feel that it was not so unattainable, but that was because he was too far away from the mountain.

But at this moment, he has already reached the giant mountain of martial arts, and he has a foundation. Looking at it now, the old monk in front of him is unbelievably tall.

"Great Grandmaster? Or Martial Saint..."

It took a long time for Yang Ju to digest the throbbing in his heart and sense the changes in himself.

In one day, he successively learned Vajra Indestructible Body and Buddha Throwing Elephant. Even though the time was too short and he didn't study it deeply, Yang Ju still noticed the great changes in himself.

This martial art and the secret art are not martial arts in the ordinary sense, the former seems to be practiced horizontally but not practiced horizontally, the latter seems to be a method for fighting the enemy, and it is also used for strengthening the body.

With the superposition of the two phases, even the dullest person can perceive the changes in himself, let alone Yang Qiu.

"strength!"

Slightly closing his eyes, Yang Jue could only feel the power surging in his body like a river and sea.

His strength did not increase significantly, but it became more condensed, like a piece of ore being forged into pig iron.

The total amount seems to be decreasing instead of increasing, but in terms of his personal use and urging, it has become more and more arbitrary and more solid.

only……

Opening his eyes, looking at the empty house, Yang Jue's eyes were full of solemnity and doubts:

"Why did he teach me 'Buddha Throwing Image'?"

Thinking hard.

This secret technique is very useful to Yang Jue, but what he shows at this time is the Huiding who has learned this secret technique long ago...

……

No sleep for one night.

The whole night, Yang Qiu digested the two newly learned stunts, until the morning class bell rang and the sky was getting brighter, before he walked out of the meditation room.

It is a symbolic burden.

As soon as he went out, he ran into Taoist Yun's mentor and apprentice who were coming towards him. After working hard for many days, the two Taoists were quite capable.

"Grandmaster."

Seeing Yang Qiu, the two looked at their noses, their noses, and their hearts, and they gritted their back molars and saluted.

These days, they were really envious. The two of them were like cows and horses. They fell asleep every day when they were tired, and they lived a life that was not human.

But the person in front of him spends his days meditating in the meditation room, or going to the Sutra Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures and martial arts.

This treatment is simply too different, and this salute really makes them uncomfortable.

The two people's minds were like watching the fire, but Yang Yu didn't care too much. He smiled slightly and asked:

"How have you been these few days?"

Daoist Yun's face was dark, and he reluctantly replied, "It's okay", and he was a little speechless.

On the other hand, Mu Shaoyou put his palms together, replied the Buddha's name in a dignified manner, and said, "Master Huiding, when are we going to leave?"

Only then did Yang Qiu see that the two of them seemed to have packed some things, and he couldn't help being surprised:
"I didn't seem to say that I would take you down the mountain..."

"Ok?"

Daoist Yun raised his head in astonishment: "Didn't you ask the two of us to accompany you to serve?"

Mu Shaoyou was also a little dazed.

"……I forgot."

Yang Ju's tone paused, before he came back to his senses, he said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain..."

Ripples appeared in his heart.

Of course he wanted to bring Taoist Yun down the mountain. After all, the old Taoist seemed to know a lot of secrets about this fairyland, but he hadn't had time to say it yet.

Then who arranges them?

Breathing out a breath of turbid air, Yang Jue's fear grew deeper, and his desire to go down the mountain became more urgent, and he took the two of them down the mountain without hesitation.

The terrain of Dafo Mountain is rugged, and the mountain road is difficult to walk. With the foot strength of the three of them, it took more than half an hour to go down the mountain.

Suddenly, Yang Qian turned around, far away from the mountains, he seemed to see the top of the Great Buddha Mountain, an old monk was watching with a smile, his heart tightened, he turned and left.

"Amitabha."

On the top of the Great Buddha Mountain, the old monk who once called Yang Jue'Senior Brother' softly recited the Buddha's name and said, "Why doesn't the great master show up to see you off? Brother, let's go..."

"I've seen it!"

The old monk turned around.

He looked at the busy but only rudimentary Great Buddha Mountain with an unspeakable smile:
"The weather is turbulent, and my Dao is prosperous. Not bad, very good, very good!"

　Go out for a meal, come back and continue to code...

　
(End of this chapter)