Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 149 Dragon Power in Water, Image Power in Land, Kicking Down Mount Sumeru with One Kick
"Eliminate [Chaoshen], Rubbing Killing Monk's [Dragon Elephant Vigor]."

Ji Yuan sank his mind and moved the map of Huang Tiandao.

This round of copying Wannian County has gained a lot in his Dao Yun.

At present, there are [-] points of white Dao aggregate and [-] points of cyan Dao aggregate, which are enough to change part of the fate.

"My current life limit is fifteen, and I can't grab it casually in the future, I have to leave room for it."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and within the Dao map, there were purples, eights, greens and five whites, shining like stars.

"Start with Wubai."

【Shooting Art】

【Strong Blood】

【Strong inside】

【chaotic god】

【Good work】

Scan the past one by one, and finally make sure to erase [Luan Shen].

This fate is mediocre, and the ability to distinguish yin and yang and see ghosts and gods can be regarded as dispensable.

Compared with the [Dragon Elephant Vigor] of the killing monk, it is needless to say which one is better or worse.

Ji Yuan's eyes were slightly focused, staring at the cyan fate that was rubbed down.

[Dragon Elephant Vigor (Blue)]: [Walking in water, the power of the dragon is the greatest, while walking on land, the power of the elephant is the strongest.With the blessing of this fate, when entering the river and sea, you can divide the waves, step on the ground, absorb infinite energy, and finally penetrate 4000 million particles in the human body. 】

"It fits me perfectly. If you can refine [Dragon Elephant Vigorous Strength], add [Chorus Ribs], [Qi Swallowing Bullfighting], it will be enough to push your savings to an unimaginably deep level."

Ji Yuan's heart was burning, and he calmed down his distracting thoughts.

Huang Tian Dao Diagram suddenly trembled, and the white destiny [Luan Shen], which was like the light of the sky, became precarious in an instant, and finally collapsed.

"Rubbing! [Dragon Elephant Dali]!"

Afterwards, Ji Yuan invested another thousand points of white Dao Yun.

It's like adding fuelwood to a stove, and it burst into flames.

Compared with the refinement of the Sanyin Demon Slaying Saber, this cyan fate is more costly.

Just like before, the whole mind was sucked in.

The sky is spinning, the sun and the moon are sinking, forming a boundless scene.

Boom boom boom!
Morning bell and evening drum!

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and what came into view was the majestic mountain gate, the continuous temples, and thousands of monks in gray and blue robes.

"This is……"

Before he was familiar with this place, the sound of chanting resounded in all directions.

Like a lion's roar, it frightens the sky and clouds.

On the compacted and wide martial arts arena, a sea of ​​energy and blood swayed and swayed.

Almost comparable, the Feixiong Guards at Shuofeng Pass.

"What a big temple... Huangjue Temple? Hanging Temple?

Fortunately, I thought that the killing monk was the wild fox Zen somewhere, but I didn't expect it to be a holy place of Zen..."

Ji Yuan was a little surprised and thought to himself.

There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, and there are only those two temples that have not been broken by Jing Chao.

As we all know, Buddhism is divided into north and south.

Huangjue Temple is the pure land of the Southern Sect, and Xuankong Temple is the pure land of the Northern Sect.

The former relies on the incense and love with the saints. Up to now, the queen empress will go to burn incense and worship Buddha every year to pray for her descendants.
The latter is the emergence of talents in large numbers, and the inheritance is endless.

Especially 800 years ago, two masters under one sect were rare in the world.

One of them is the sixth patriarch of Zen Buddhism, and the other is his brother.

"Good disciple, why don't you go down the mountain with your teacher!"

While thinking about it, with a sound of "pa", Ji Yuan felt that someone had hit his bare head.

Turning around, I happened to see an old monk with dirty robes and knotted beard.

He is neither tall nor thin, with ordinary features and a broken bowl in his hand.

His face was rosy, and his mouth was stained with oil and wine, he didn't look like an eminent monk at all.

"It's really in the same line, unkempt, like rolling in a muddy pit."

Before Ji Yuan had time to take a second look, he was led down the mountain by the sloppy monk, without even knowing what kind of temple it was.

Along the way, one old and one young, one teacher and one apprentice.

Together with each other, travel around, eat and sleep in the open.

On weekdays, apprentices begged for food, and masters ate wine and meat.

Ji Yuan was very skeptical that this sloppy monk would not accept his apprentice because he thought "he" was young and cute, and he was easy to show kindness to others.

In addition to his daily morning and evening classes, he meditates and recites scriptures.

It is the Arhat Fist that was ordered to be performed fifty times by the sloppy monk, rain or shine, there is no delay.

Jin Feiyu goes, spring goes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, the little monk Ji Yuan projected had also grown to be 20 years old.

Relying on that mediocre Arhat boxing, he finally stepped into the realm of convincing.

One day, late at night, there was a severe drought.

The two master and apprentice crossed mountains and ridges, and finally saw a light.

Going forward for a while, I found that it was a dilapidated temple.

Beside the bonfire, there were thirteen or fourteen figures sitting.

Each of them is half lying and half sitting, with iron knives and bamboo spears in their hands.

Some lean on the threshold of the temple, looking in from time to time,
Some simply lay down on the steps, opening their robes that looked like strips of cloth.

Between the words, there are also various dialect slang and vulgar language.

"Master, these people... are either deserters or refugees!"

"What are you afraid of? We are monks. We have no money or beauty. We just want to find a place to stay."

The slovenly monk strode out of the forest with his head held high, a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and a tattered bowl in his hand.

The little monk Ji Yuan projected was beating his heart, and reluctantly followed.

"Where is the thief and bald donkey, didn't you see that the old men are resting?

You old monk is dry and sticky, you don't have a few ounces of meat all over your body,
The little monk at the back has thin skin and tender meat, a bit chewy! "

A lean man stood up and laughed jokingly.

"Lao Liu, I'm sorry to see you, I know that our brothers can't eat enough, and there are two legs of sheep delivered to our door!"

The black-faced man who was leaning against the threshold suddenly regained his energy and shouted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't be afraid of the Buddha's wrath, and the thunder will strike you to death!"

In the half-collapsed Heavenly King Hall, a tall man in armor and holding a knife turned out.

Judging by his clothes and behavior, he seems to be the leader, quite majestic.

"Where did the master come from? How did he come here in the middle of the night?"

The tall man had disheveled hair and a layer of armor indiscriminately, and he spoke politely.

"The old monk and the young apprentice traveled around the world without a fixed place.

I just passed by Xishan Mansion, and I wanted to take advantage of the coolness of the night to catch up for a while,

Who knows that this mountain forest is dangerous, wolves are rampant, tigers and leopards are infested, it is not very safe. "

The slovenly monk recited the Buddha's name with one hand on his chest.

"Seeing the fire in the temple, I hurried over to ask for a place to rest.

Also please heroes, open the door of convenience, don't dislike me. "

The tall man smiled heartily, raised his foot and kicked away several figures blocking the steps and threshold, and invited:

"The old lady in the family is the most Buddhist, and when I went out, I specially told me that I must treat the monks with respect when I meet them.

Master, come, come, please come inside. "

The slovenly monk, with his sleeves fluttering, said "Amitabha", and led his disciple with weak legs into the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

Those less energetic men stepped across the threshold and followed closely behind.

Pairs of blood-red eyes swirled around, enveloping the master and apprentice.

Gollum, gollum, gollum.

Inside the Palace of Heavenly Kings, there is a large cauldron.

The firewood underneath was burning vigorously, and it boiled and steamed, turning into a faint and lingering smell of meat.

"Master, it should be a vegetarian, right? My brothers and I only hunted a wild boar, I'm afraid we can't entertain it..."

The tall man laughed.

"The almsgiver has a picture, and the smell of wine and meat has passed through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart."

The sloppy monk raised his hand and bowl, as if waiting for a piece of meat.

The nervous disciple looked around the hall.

There is only half of the clay sculpture of the big arhat enshrined.

A Buddha's head rolled to the ground and was sat under the buttocks.

Two pieces of the four courtyard walls have collapsed, and it looks like it has been in disrepair for a long time and is becoming increasingly dilapidated.

"Master... you are really a man of temperament."

The tall man froze for a moment, as if he had never seen such a wine and meat monk.

The vigilance that had been raised was instantly relaxed.

"The benefactor's meat is obviously overcooked, why don't you take the pot off.

The old monk drove all night, his stomach was empty, and he was very hungry, no wonder! "

The sloppy monk seemed impatient, and rushed to the cauldron within a few steps.

With a sneer on his face, the tall man held the iron knife and stared at the neck of the thief and bald donkey.

clang!
"master……"

The sloppy monk was about to lift the lid while muttering.

All I heard was the clash of gold and iron, and suddenly there was a sound.

Then, the anxious voice of his own apprentice came.

The sloppy monk touched his neck, ignoring the horrified gaze of the tall man.

Throwing off the wet wooden cover, sighed softly.

The boiling water is bubbling and the soup is cloudy.

In the cauldron, human heads and stumps kept turning.

There are villagers whose faces are scalded to burst, and monks who are shaved...

Their hands, feet, and hearts are mixed together.

Maybe it's because I've been hungry for too long and act too hastily.

In the middle of the boiling soup, there was still a bright red tiger-head hat that was not picked out, and it covered a head.

"Amitabha."

The sloppy monk had no expression on his face, showing no signs of intolerance.

He turned around gently, looking at the group of refugees rushing into the Heavenly King Hall.

"Old bald donkey, don't meddle in your own business!"

The tall man took two steps back, his eyes frightened.

The iron knife in his hand slashed at the opponent's neck, and the gap was broken.

It's a tough idea!

Originally, it was expected that it would be a sword head, so that the naked head would fall into the pot by itself.

This time I miscalculated!
"Sensible, get out of the hall, or you will kill your apprentice!"

Another black-faced man reacted quickly, and together with several other figures, surrounded the little monk Ji Yuan projected.

"No! You can't let him go! What if we go down to the mountain to report to the officials? We fled here, killed people, and committed the crime of beheading!"

The tall man shook his head suddenly.

"Old monk, aren't monks out of compassion?
You cut off one arm, no, cut off both arms, and I will let you and your apprentice go! "

Iron knives and bamboo spears were crowded together like dark clouds.

The bonfire outside the hall was brightly lit and crackling.

There are shadows inside, like evil ghosts with teeth and claws.

The sloppy monk who bowed his head and recited the Sutra scriptures silently, looked at the disciple surrounded by a group of people, and said softly:
"Disciple, the lineage of being a master has always been passed on alone, and it is not easy to accept people, nor to pass on the law easily.

What we seek is the heart to protect the way, and what we do is the way to kill.

Those who have no roots of wisdom cannot see through.

It's not murderous, and I can't afford it.

Unsteady, can't hold it.

Those who do not have the heart of Buddha cannot prove it. "

Ji Yuan listened carefully, as if he had realized something, he opened his mouth and said:
"Master, I remember!"

He thought about what the killing monk had done, said and done.

Inexplicably, I feel that this vein is more difficult to follow than the orthodox Zen.

"Old bald donkey, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, or I'll cut off your apprentice's ear first, and serve it as a side dish!"

The tall man was full of impatience, if he hadn't been concerned about his invulnerable physique.

He had already stabbed through the stomach with a knife, and cut up a few pieces for the pot.

"So, apprentice, you have to remember that when we practice, whether it's Buddhism or martial arts, the true meaning is the word 'kill'.

From the inside to the outside, kill as soon as you meet!Kill the Buddha when you meet the Buddha, kill the ancestor when you meet the ancestor, and kill the Arhat when you meet the arhat... Only then can you be liberated, not tied to things, and be free. "

The sloppy monk raised his voice like a white elephant roaring, shaking the Heavenly King Hall to shake off the dust, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

"You have studied Buddhism as a teacher for 12 years, and today is the beginning, and you will be given the name of the Dharma, Linji!"

The last sentence is like thunder!

Boom!
A thunderbolt resounded in the hall.

The tall man's eardrums were about to explode, and his eyes glowed with gold.

The iron knife in his hand was almost out of his grip and almost fell.

He tried to open his eyes, only to see the unremarkable sloppy monk take a step.

boom!
The ground seemed to be turned over.

The wind was blowing, and the smoke and dust were like dragons.

Its terrifying power is just like a stormy sea shaking a temple.

Immediately, the refugees staggered and fell to the ground, turning into gourds.

"Master, please..."

Before the tall man could speak, the slovenly monk held the bowl in his right hand, clenched his fist in his left hand, and gave it forward forcefully.

crackle!

The opponent fell on his head, hot blood spewed out from his seven orifices, his muscles and bones were shattered like mud, and he died on the spot.

"Amitabha."

The sloppy monk recited the Buddha's name.

"Boss Han is dead! He was punched to death!"

"Make him! Eat meat together!"

"I can't run away anymore, I won't survive if I run away!"

"..."

The noisy din came over, and the slovenly monk was indifferent, he said word by word:

"Good apprentice, you are a good seedling with roots.

Before complaining about being a teacher, I only taught you Arhat boxing.

Now you have to be optimistic, what is the freedom of the dragon and the elephant, and the strength of the King Kong! "

His thin figure flickered, and he slammed into a thin man.

Without doing anything, the latter exploded and scattered into a ball of minced meat.

He raised his foot and stepped down hard.

The refugees who stooped over the ground were instantly turned into bloody mud.

The sloppy monk has a murderous heart and no taboos.

It was like a cloud of thunder rolling away, bringing up waves of blood wherever it passed.

In an instant, more than a dozen lives died cleanly.

"master……"

Ji Yuan looked at the flesh and blood everywhere, but there were no bones left, and thought that this slovenly monk was so vigorous.

Killing people is like slaughtering chickens and dogs, and there is no half-hearted mercy.

These refugees also have a bit of martial arts, otherwise how could they escape the pursuit of the government.

The leader gathers one energy channel, and the rest are the lowest.

Such a team of people, if they can recharge their batteries.

Before the founding of the Jing Dynasty, it would be no problem to be a bandit if the king held the flag and pulled the flag.

"Xishan, Fengxiang, Beihe...the land of the three prefectures is severely drought, and the world is becoming more and more dangerous."

The sloppy monk blew out the firewood in one breath, raised the cauldron, dug a big hole and buried the matter.

There is neither compassion, nor sadness.

Life and death seemed normal to him.

The bonfire was still burning, and the sloppy monk and his apprentice were leaning against a half-collapsed wall, eating the dry food in the package.

The palace of the Heavenly King was full of blood, and it was already impossible to get a foothold.

"Master, what exactly is Dragon Elephant Freedom and Vajra Strength? It was too fast just now, my disciple didn't see clearly..."

The little monk raised his head and asked.

"Its energy is like a dragon moving in water, and its strength is like an elephant walking on land... You punch that set of Arhat fists a hundred times, thinking about the changes in the energy and blood of the muscles, bones, skin and membranes.

At the age of being a teacher, you can almost understand it. "

The sloppy monk got up, pulled out the wine gourd and took a long gulp.

After that, put on a boxing air.

Beat while walking, exhaling and exhaling, the sound is like thunder.

"Strike the world in the ten directions with a stick, blow through the sky with your mouth open, and stir up the East China Sea with your single hand.

Hey!My old man kicked Mount Sumeru down with one kick! "

……

……

outside world.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ji Yuan was silent and comprehended the method.

Huang Tiandao map, brilliance shakes off.

【Dragon Elephant Vigorously】

【Refining】

　ps: The buff of blind massage seems to only last for one day~
PS2 will offer [-] words first, and strive for [-] more words today~
　
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