Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 109 Four Vehicles of Buddhism, Three People Become Tigers

In the next few days, Ji Yuan lived a life of "living together" with the old monk.

This made him a little bit depressed, from taking in the ghost An Shanren, to this life-killing monk who didn't know the exact name.

Luo Yuzhen and Pei Tu, the two fair faces, have good luck and can attract beautiful girls.

Why did they all turn into old men half buried in the loess when they came to me?

Is this reasonable?

According to the routine of the storybook novel, shouldn't it be hugging left and right, soft jade and gentle fragrance?
First a beautiful fairy who is as holy as a fairy and not stained with dust, and then add a strange, charming and charming enchantress?
Red sleeves add fragrance, the blessing of Qi people!
"After all, you are not the one who is waiting for the destiny, you can only rely on your own efforts!

The first floor of the Sanyin Demon Killing Sword, build a foundation in a hundred days!Practice! "

It was night, and Ji Yuan was sitting in the yard, letting out a long breath of white air.

Its shape is as straight as a sword, and it leaps out three feet away, and does not disperse for a long time.

After exhaling and breathing day and night, the deep inner energy contained in the limbs and bones,
Finally, they were all channeled into the palm veins and turned into the fierce and fierce Sanyin genus.

On his left and right two powerful arms, there are winding thin threads emerging, like densely covered blood vessels, transporting blood and internal energy.

Between the flows, a piece of silvery white luster is intertwined, just like a horned dragon raising its head.

This punch is more than 20 years of skill!

Ji Yuan's mind moved slightly, urging the Sanyin Demon Killing Saber.

Inside and outside the pores of the whole body, there are strands of blue light rippling,

In just one thought, you can condense the light of the sword, chop down and kill the enemy.

The pulse is done!

"Refining martial arts through the Huangtian Dao diagram is indeed several times faster than trying to comprehend it by yourself!
Of course, this is also inseparable from my own diligence! "

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, their eyes were deep and cold, as if they were tinged with a bit of chill, which was particularly frightening.

Ghosts like Old Man An, if he took a look at them, they would suffer severe physical injuries.

The martial art of Sanyin Demon Slaying Saber is worshiping the Taiyin Star God, respecting Xuanwu Zhenjun, and mastering the way of killing.

Divided into three levels.

Building a Foundation in Hundred Days is an introduction,
It is a small achievement to visualize with the spirit,
Dispelling evil spirits and practicing form is a great achievement.

It is said that there is a more profound state of "casting the body of the law, immersing the soul into the marrow".

It's a pity that with the collapse of the Xuantian Ascension to the Dragon Dao, the inheritance will be cut off later.

Even Zong Pingnan didn't learn it.

At least in those ten years of phantasy of the frontier army beheading demons, he has never been seen to use it.

"The next step is to condense the heart?"

Ji Yuan slowly collected the internal qi of the three yin, and began to practice Longyin iron cloth shirt instead.

Under the body, the tendons, bones, skin and flesh are like forged iron embryos, bursting out sparks.

Qi and blood flow through the whole body like a dragon walking through water.

The skin of the muscles and bones is slightly undulating, flexible and wriggling.

Especially the spine dragon, it is trembling and trembling, like a dragon chant,
Shake the flesh and blood, get rid of impurities!

The uncomfortable feeling of chills all over the body gradually dissipated, and it became warm.

The palms and the soles of the feet are like hot streams emerging continuously.

The chill at the end of autumn is deep, but it can't invade at all.

"It's no wonder that Coach Wei said that when you reach the second level of Tongmai, you must learn a training method and a cultivation method.

As for the way of fighting and killing, it is second. "

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and he summed up some truth.

If there is no iron cloth shirt of dragons singing, and the golden bell cover of tigers roaring,

If he practiced the Three Yin Demon Slaughter Saber directly, he might suffer a lot.

You must know that when the inner qi of Sanyin circulates,

The kind of pain that pierces the bone marrow, like a sharp needle,
Ordinary people may not be able to bear it!

Even if you grit your teeth and persist, your mind will inevitably be distracted, which will slow down the progress.

But Ji Yuan has the blessings of the dragon's iron cloth shirt and the tiger's roar golden bell cover, and his physique is strong, far surpassing the same realm.

No such barrier has been encountered.

Unhindered all the way.

Throughout the year, spring is warm and summer is hot, autumn is cold and winter is cold, this is the cycle of heaven.

The same is true for martial arts.

Raising, practicing, fighting, and killing are all indispensable.

To climb the peak, to reach the top.

"If you use horizontal exercises to consolidate your foundation, and then learn other methods of fighting and killing, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Ji Yuan gradually realized the benefits of being a reckless man.

"It's just that the more martial arts you practice, the more difficult it is for you to concentrate. If you are too greedy, it will hinder your breakthrough.

Especially horizontal practice, which has always been known for its slow progress..."

crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Interrupted Ji Yuan's work.

The old monk wearing a tattered monk's robe and holding a broken bowl returned to the courtyard and opened his mouth to ask:

"My dear disciple, have you figured it out today? Do you want to worship the old monk as your teacher?"

Ji Yuan just shook his head and replied:

"There are hot rice and vegetarian dishes on the stove, and a bowl of sauced beef. The master can take it by himself."

This skinny old monk had to ask questions every day when he went out and came back.

It seems that he has made up his mind to accept him as an apprentice.

"This beef sauce tastes just right. I chose beef loin or beef tendon, and the seasoning is enough..."

The old monk walked into the kitchen with a smile, and when he came out again, the broken bowl was full of beef.

Pick up a piece with your fingers, put it in your mouth and taste it carefully, the taste is naturally wonderful.

"I thought the master only ate vegetarian meals and vegetables, but I didn't realize that he had eaten meat and wine, and the Buddha kept it in his heart."

Ji Yuan couldn't help but said.

"My boy, you still say that you are not a Buddhist!

The cleverness and Zen in the words, those bald donkeys in the Xuankong Temple may not be as good as you! "

The old monk's face twitched, showing obvious joy.

"Don't be Lao Shizi's Tiqi, you will have a better future if you join my sect!"

Ji Yuan turned a deaf ear.

Is it better to become a monk than to be a civil servant?
"Master, I see that you go out in the morning and come back at night these few days, and you are more diligent than my Beiya Dianmao.

Don't you need to practice martial arts and move your blood? "

He changed the subject and asked curiously.

Martial arts pay attention to perseverance.

A little slack will regress.

Therefore, comparing Zhong Xungui with poor families and poor families, the advantage lies in convincing and unblocking the veins.

After the exchange of blood, no matter how many Great Pills there are, it will be difficult to pass the level continuously.

On the contrary, it is easy to slow down that courageous and diligent heart because of various temptations.

Just taking drugs, not to mention becoming a great master, it is also difficult for a master of the four realms who is full of energy.

"Good boy, monks don't lie.

To tell you the truth, as a teacher, the Dharma has entered a very high level,

My heart does not move, my spirit does not move, my breath does not move, any situation of good or bad, the suffering of the body, or the feelings of sentient beings cannot shake me.

Therefore, entering the world is not only the practice of being a teacher, but boxing, kung fu, carrying, breathing... those are just small ways, so don't pay too much attention to them. "

The old monk's tone was unreasonably loud, and he ate up a bowl full of sauced beef, barely licking the oil on the broken bowl.

All the masters in the world have this kind of virtue?
"Master is really amazing! Speaking of which, since you don't abstain from alcohol and meat, why do you only need fast food and water for alms?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

"As a teacher, I'm not stupid. If I come to beg for food and drink, people will definitely think I'm a fake monk, a thief monk, not to mention giving alms, I'm afraid I will be beaten up.

Besides, it is not easy for ordinary people to give them a bowl of clean water and a bowl of rice. If you have the heart to be kind to the Buddha, how can you ask for more. "

The old monk wiped his mouth, glanced at Ji Yuan with cloudy eyes, and said lightly:
"My good disciple, the horizontal kung fu practice in Xuankong Temple still cannot break away from the framework of Buddhist Zen martial arts.
Even outsiders still pay attention to their hearts and pursue the great realm of 'King Kong is not bad'.

This golden bell jar of yours should be deduced by a master before it can turn from the outside to the inside.

Muscles and bones vibrating, like a roar of a tiger...the next level, it should be a dragon and a tiger forming, so as to cultivate an indestructible mind and an indestructible body.

And wait for the teacher to figure out how to combine the two into one, and then share with you. "

Ji Yuan's heart trembled, he felt his whole body became transparent, and he couldn't hide from the old monk's gloomy eyes at all.

Only the map of Huangtian Dao shakes its brilliance, covering the sea of ​​consciousness, heaven and earth, and has never been seen by it.

"What kind of martial arts realm is the master?"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and stabilized his mind.

"Buddhist monks don't talk about realms, they only talk about the way.

It is the Mahayana to realize the enlightenment of Yuanjue and achieve the right fruit, and it is the Hinayana to stick to one's heart and keep the precepts.

As a dull teacher, he has practiced for one Jiazi, and he barely entered the middle vehicle. "

The old monk smiled, washed the broken bowl, and went to the West Wing to meditate.

"Medium ride?"

Ji Yuan frowned slightly.

He did not study Buddhism deeply and did not understand its meaning.

So I silently wrote it down in my heart, and I will ask others when I have time in the future.

"The master has seven lives, which one should I rub?"

Ji Yuan's thoughts changed, he now holds more than 3000 points of Dao Yun, and he is worried that he has nowhere to use them.

"Buddha heart? Conquering demons? Dragon and elephant strength?
And for the auspicious god and the fierce god, I don't know how to introduce fate for the time being?

Without a foundation, it is indeed difficult.

Tomorrow, I will go to Qin Tianjian and seek advice from Chen Lingtai. "

……

……

In the inner city, a big house.

In the flower hall, there were three people sitting.

At the top is Meng Changhe, with a murderous aura that cannot be concealed between his brows.

There are two other people below, one is wearing a blue satin gown, tall, with thin cheeks, and ordinary appearance, only the pair of gray eyes are unclear.

At first glance, there is no look, but a bit of magic is faintly revealed.

One is dressed in a hundred households from Beizhen Fusi, wearing a red flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife on his waist.

He is not very old, about 24 to [-], and his two thick eyebrows are cut like a knife, showing a sharp and sharp meaning.

"Meng Qianhu, I'm afraid this business won't work."

The middle-aged man in the satin gown shook his head.

"Those ruthless rogues in Yingoufang who are very good at collecting debts are now being held in prison.

All of them were sentenced to exile and exile, no matter how much money they had, they couldn't get it out.

Besides, the eldest lady of the Lin family has already cashed in the butcher shop and land property one after another, betting them on the Tongbao Bank, and donating the tens of thousands of taels of snowflake silver in exchange to the Xuankong Temple.

No matter how clever you and I are, do you dare to grab money from those bald donkeys? "

Meng Changhe looked gloomy, leaned forward slightly, gritted his teeth and said:
"Then Yang Xiu is really a waste! With such a big tree backed by the Duke of Liang's mansion, he fell on a mud leg and lost his life!

Ji Yuan, Ji Jiulang, how could this life be so hard?
Several damn rounds, just survived!
Why can't he die! ? "

At the end, Meng Changhe's eyes were full of anger, and he wished he could kill someone on the spot to vent his anger.

"Meng Qianhu calm down, that kid surnamed Ji may really have some luck.

When I was doing business in Xishan Mansion and Beihe Mansion, I heard and met many children from poor backgrounds and poor families.

When he was young, his reputation was not obvious, but when he gained power in the later period, he emerged and soared into the sky. "

The middle-aged man's eyes fluctuated, like an undercurrent emerging.

"But good luck for a while is nothing, and it will not last long in the end.

If Meng Qianhu really wanted to crush him to death, all he could do was flip his hands. "

Meng Changhe raised his eyebrows, and his dark arrogance grew stronger. He looked at the middle-aged man who had something to say, and asked in a deep voice:
"What clever plan did Steward Lan come up with? You might as well just say it."

　ps: [-] words are sent, continue to code words~
　
(End of this chapter)