The first cause of all realms

Chapter 546 Blending Chan and Martial Arts?Heaven and man are one!

The voice, which was neither high nor low, spread in all directions as Yang Prison's eyes fell everywhere.

He has never been a person who likes to procrastinate, and the reason why he stopped is not all because of the kindness of Bodhidharma's teaching.

More importantly, it is still the 'elementary magnetic field'.

His attainments in the 'Magnetic Essence Body' are still shallow after all, and every time he activates it, he needs a long time to gather momentum.

Until then...

Ling, Ling Chi...

As the sound waves reverberated, there was an uproar outside the northwest city, even if they were as bold as iron treading, they couldn't help but gasp.

There are tens of thousands of tortures in the world, but Ling Chi is definitely the cruelest and most brutal punishment among them, almost none of them.

What's even more frightening is that the person who mentioned 'Ling Chi' was a master of martial arts at the pinnacle level, a grand master.

And the goal is the king of one path...

"Yang prison! I am the king of the Northwest, how dare you..."

Henry Zhang finally changed his face, and his extremely murderous aura was like an invisible palm, tightly grasping his heart.

It made him tremble uncontrollably.

"The Northwest King..."

Yang Jue's voice was clearly audible in the wind and snow. He looked at the broken knife in his hand and smiled:
"so what?"

hum!
Holding the knife in his hand, Yang Jian's aura changed again.

If, a moment ago, his aura was vast and thick, like the ground and mountains, then, at this moment, it is like a raging sea churning, with huge waves surging to the sky.

"Killing people with fists and kicks can be done by thousands, and killing people with pen and ink can be as many as tens of thousands. If you are not good at the top, the world will be nothing..."

Yang Jue raised his knife and walked slowly, moving like a mountain:
"Under the clean hands of that generation, I don't know how many dead bones and dead souls are lying there? When it comes to viciousness, how can Yang be as good as you?!"

"This is……"

The old monk Xu Jing's pupils constricted violently, and a chill ran down his spine.

I only felt that the aura of the young man holding the broken knife was in harmony with the whole world, and with every gesture, the sky and the earth seemed to be moving with him!

Such an imposing manner irresistibly reminded him of his senior brother who was about to wrestle with King Zhao of the Western Mansion that day.

Zen Master Sheng Yun.

In this world, there are many people who mention talent. However, the vast majority of warriors are actually not at the point of competing for talent.

In the past 150 years, he has seen too many geniuses. However, with the passage of time and the proficiency of martial arts, he has far surpassed countless talented warriors.

Only that senior brother, even if he has cultivated 30 years more than his senior brother now, he is only one step away from the door of martial saints that warriors all over the world seek.

But every time I think about it, I still feel inferior.

Why is this?

It is because his senior brother is close to the fusion of Zen and martial arts, and can maintain the state of unity of Buddha and self when fighting against others.

This realm, outside of Buddhism, is also called...

"Heaven and man are one?!"

The two old monks beside Xu Jing felt as if they had been struck by lightning, they could no longer stand still, and a strong aura came across them, and they couldn't help but "deng, deng, deng" backed up three steps.

More than everyone?

Under the city wall and beside the city moat, all the warriors from the rivers and lakes who were on the sidelines also changed their expressions, and their minds were awed by it.

A few miles away, they all feel like a light is on their backs, and their hearts tremble.

The big boss was a little moved, and immediately suspected that it was Daoguo supernatural power, but after sensing it carefully, he couldn't help but gasp:

"What kind of martial art is this..."

Whoosh!

Outside the northwest city, the noise was lost for a while, only the sound of the wind and the sound of footsteps resounded alternately, and the momentum of everyone, including Henry Zhang, was suppressed.

Only the old monk Xu Jing, after a brief astonishment, recited the Buddha's name loudly, and took a step forward.

"Benefactor Yang's bravery and martial arts are really incomparable to others, but after all, the Northwest King's parents killed him without authorization, which not only angered the court.

Northwest Road, I'm afraid there will be no more peace..."

hum~~~
The bright golden light diffused and turned into a golden bell visible to the naked eye again.

Under the golden bell, the old monk shook his clothes and walked, following his steps, there were bursts of muffled thunder-like sounds of muscles and bones twisting in his body.

Then, under the watchful eyes of many twilights, an invisible big hand smoothed out the wrinkles on his skin and stretched them!
In less than a moment, the shriveled and emaciated old monk lifted himself by more than three feet, his whole body swelled by several minutes, turned into a knot of muscles and bones, and his complexion was dark yellow.

One-third of it looks like a Dharma protector King Kong, and seventy percent looks like a burly monk with a golden Buddha in the temple!

"The Dzogchen Vajra does not destroy the body, no, there is also a twelve-storied golden bell cover!"

Looking at the great monk under the golden bell, who was two feet tall and whose whole body was cast in golden water, Lu Qingting in the distance couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

Buddhist martial arts have always been easy to learn but difficult to master, and Buddhist martial arts are the most difficult to practice to the perfection among all kinds of martial arts.

As far as he knows, in the past 2000 years, apart from the Great Master Dharma, only three or five people have been able to practice the two top-level Buddhist disciplines of 'Golden Bell Cover' and 'King Kong Immortal Body' at the same time. people only.

In 2000, the dynasty changed more than ten times!

This old monk's Heavenly Dragon Chanting is much inferior to the Fighting Buddha Yinyue I saw in the illusion, but this horizontal practice is almost comparable to it!
The only difference is that the old monk has not yet mastered the last move of the three major horizontal exercises of Buddhism, the 'Great Vajra Body'...

"This old monk..."

The iron treading method smashed the ground, and his mood fluctuated violently, and he couldn't hide his shock.

In today's martial arts world, Da Chan Temple is gradually declining, and the contemporary abbot Xu Jing, although his name is not small, is at the top of the list.

But this is more because of his more than 140 years of martial arts practice, rather than what great things he has done.

What's more, this important person rarely went out of the temple in his life. If Zen Master Sheng Yun had not personally appointed him 30 years ago before he passed away, he would not be enough to become the abbot of Dachan Temple.

However, at this moment, it seems that the rumors are not true...

Huhuhu~
The horrific blood was pushing, and the sound of his Buddha's name resounded through the wilderness, echoing endlessly:
"I'm not talented, so I will ask for advice on three tricks on my behalf. If the benefactor can accept it, then I will go right away and don't stop me..."

"But if I'm lucky..."

Boom!

A large amount of snow mixed with mud and sand surged up, like an earth dragon turning over in anger, amidst the smoke and dust, Yang Jue rose from the ground, handed the broken knife to his left hand, stretched his right arm, and grasped the wind and airflow all over the sky:

"Why bother?"

The sound of long howls seemed to be like metal and iron clattering, blood and real energy intertwined, and the infested sky was filled with gold and red.

boom!
Stepping like a mountain, fist falling like falling stars.

The invisible aura lingers around Yang Yu's body, the power of ten dragons and ten elephants is fully flourishing, the sound of boiling blood flowing through his body, like a turbulent wave hitting the shore!

His attainment in the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art is not deep, and he is still unable to absorb the invisible aura between heaven and earth to refine his body. However, he can use this aura in the dark to restrain this majestic body.

And in a fight, with the magnetic element as the armor, ten percent of the strength can be removed, and seventy percent of it can be unloaded!
Because of this, in the fierce collision of Ma Longtu, he had the upper hand, not only took advantage of the situation to press down, but also hardly suffered any injuries.

But at this moment, he still kept it, when the fist fell, the void trembled, with the place where the fist fell as the node, the terrifying energy surged vertically and horizontally.

Going straight to Xujing, the two old monks behind him, Zhang Xuanyi who swallowed the pill and was on guard, and even a group of guests from the palace who dare not approach, and who cannot retreat, are also included!
At this moment, including Xu Jing, everyone lost their grasp of the external sound for a short time, and this punch could not catch up with the explosion.

However, that incomparably strong will echoed in everyone's hearts like a deafening roar:
"The fist will not retreat, the head will be cut off and sent to you!"

Fierce!

Reckless!
overbearing!

At this moment, the hearts and minds of all the spectators are occupied by the figure and will of this roc-like figure that rises up and surveys the sky with its fists.

"Good, good, good!"

When everyone was silent, the old monk Xu Jing who was the first to bear the brunt spoke, he said hello three times, and raised two generous and perfect palms.

Subtle and simple, this move is not even considered martial arts.

It is more like an ascetic monk who begs for alms with both hands beside the road and accepts gifts from good men and women, without any fancy at all.

But it is such a simple movement, under the blessing of his true qi, true energy, and horizontal training that he has practiced for more than a hundred years, it bursts out with terrifying power that is enough to move anyone!
In a trance, everyone felt that the earth was being lifted up, facing the fist print falling down like stars and sun.

hum!
In less than a thousand percent, the fists and palms meet.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, there seems to be no sound of collision, only faint ripples spreading from near to far.

"not good!"

Before the two collided, some people backed up again and again, but they were still slow. The moment the invisible ripples spread, they were thrown out violently.

The true gang and the inner qi are all shattered.

Boom!

A moment later, a huge sound wave could not stop echoing on the snow field, the raging hurricane blows the snow, and many sundries in the gathering place are also blown into the sky.

boom!
The collision of fists and palms finally sounded.

"Master Xu Jing!"

And at this moment, Henry Zhang, who saw the situation of the two fighting clearly and had been accumulating for a long time, finally couldn't hold back anymore,
His body was like lightning, urging out a powerful and introverted style of Tiangang Fist.

Before the ripples spread and the dust soared into the sky, they pierced through like electricity, and punched Yang Ji hard with his fist. The old power was gone, and the new power was about to be born:

"I'll help you!"

A great master, after all, a great master.

Even though he has no experience of fighting against others for 30 years, Henry Zhang's control of the battle situation is extremely subtle.

It is the most critical moment for the two masters to wrestle.

boom!
The large group of qi exploded behind him, and Henry Zhang blatantly swallowed Burning Powder, and swung away the cloud of smoke with a punch that shook his foundation.

Amidst Lu Qingting's greatly changed expression, he slammed heavily on Yang Ju's right rib, and the burning true energy was about to pour out.

however……

When the heavy hammer fell, Henry Zhangyi’s pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw a pair of calm eyes. In the calmness, there was a blazing light that was as fierce as a golden sun, as if it would burn him to death!

"not good!"

Henry Zhang was startled, only to see the sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth.

be cheated!
He wanted to retreat violently, but how could he retreat?

Before the thought flashed by, a golden palm fell on his head, and with his furious roar, he pressed his head directly, grabbing the ground with his head:
"Give you a chance, you are useless!"

　Gouzi continues to code, everyone go to bed early, and watch it tomorrow morning.

　
(End of this chapter)