Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 151 Arhat turned the hammer and let the horse come over

kowtow?

I worship you as a teacher?

Ji Yuan was slightly taken aback, and he suspected even more that the killing monk was insane.

Where in the world is there a master who kneels down to his apprentice?

Wouldn't it be a mess of seniority!
"Master, could it be that you have been stimulated by something? How about I find you a doctor?"

Ji Yuan hurried out of the door, fearing that if the skinny old monk really knelt down and kowtowed, it would be difficult to end.

He thought to himself that it wasn't some muddy gold and uncut jade, the Buddha's son relegated to immortality.

How could he make such a plea from a great master from a holy land of Zen Buddhism?
Several times of changing the body and knowing the number of life, there is no such obvious effect!

"The root of my illness lies in the lack of a closed disciple who can inherit the mantle."

The killing monk didn't feel that his attitude was humble, he said with a smile.

"If you agree, you will recover without medicine."

He sees openly and is open-minded.

I wear ragged clothes every day, like a beggar.

Going around for alms and begging for food, he was often insulted and made fun of.

A little slander, why worry about it.

For a life-killing monk, the face of a monk is the least valuable.

If you can exchange for a successor, it will be a bloody profit.

"Actually, it's all right to worship the master."

Ji Yuan returned to the house, put on his regular robe, and shunned the house servants crowded outside.

"It's just that I am now an official of the imperial court, a hundred households of the sixth grade of Fusizheng in Beizhen, how can I be ordained ordained as a monk.

In all fairness, Ji really doesn't have the indifferent state of mind to see through the glory and wealth, and abandons the glory and wealth, willing to become a monk.

Master, why don't you think about it again and accept me as a lay disciple? "

The life-killing monk shook his head again and again, unwillingly said:
"How do lay disciples get the true inheritance? Although the old monk has no views of the sect and old-fashioned thoughts, the martial arts, Buddhism, and fame... how can it be easily handed over to outsiders."

Ji Yuan couldn't help sighing, expressing regret.

He lives under the same roof with the killing monk, and their temperaments are quite congenial.

This old monk has nothing wrong with him except that he loves playing games and being a riddler.

It's not like some other worldly experts who can't wait to put their feet on airs and pose enough.

It's just short of engraving "unconventional" and "immortal style" on his forehead.

"Good apprentice, do you like being an official?"

The killing monk lowered his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

He thought to himself, if he could accept this successor, it would be fine even if he went back to get some clothes.

"Ji's pursuit of an official career...is not in love with an official position.

To me, Baihu's flying fish suit is nothing more than a foothold and a talisman. "

Ji Yuan walked out of the corridor, stepped into the open space in the backyard, and said frankly:

"Master, if you travel around the world, you must understand the hardships of the world, and it is not easy.

It is really difficult to live a comfortable life without bowing your head to others.

The more we go forward, the more we find that all kinds of difficulties are entangled.

Don't look at the people in Beiya respecting me three points and fearing me seven points, call me Mr. Ji.

But as early as more than a month ago, most of them called me Liaodong Mudleg, and even disdain to be with him. "

The killing monk said thoughtfully:

"You are an official, but you want to live a good life."

Ji Yuan's eyes opened and closed, and said lightly:
"A nameless person is rarely respected by everyone, and a person who has no benefit will end up alone."

A man was born in heaven and earth, if he doesn't want to bend his heart.

Either make a fist or hold power, it always takes the same.

The killing monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, softly said:

"There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, filled with suffering, it's really terrifying."

Ji Yuan nodded, put his hands behind his back, looked at the white walls and black tiles, pavilions and pavilions in the distance, suddenly smiled and said:
"The Buddha saw that all living beings have little wisdom and many obstacles, and are obsessed with the six objects of sight, sound, fragrance, touch, etc., unable to extricate themselves, unable to know themselves,
Only then did the fourfold dharma path of the Supreme Vehicle, Mahayana, Middle Vehicle, and Hinayana be passed down.

Those with sharp roots can see their own nature and become a Buddha suddenly.

Those with ordinary roots, who have gone through storms and sufferings, cut off the troubles in their hearts, are great Bodhisattvas and great Arhats.

Those with lower roots are trapped in scriptures and statues, and the opportunity does not come, and it is difficult to escape into Buddhism and seek purity throughout their lives. "

The killing monk heard his eyes light up, and his face showed approval.

This statement is almost exactly the same as what his master said.

My precious apprentice really has extraordinary understanding, and he can pass on the mantle.

It's just that you know the world is troubled, why don't you abandon it?

Before he could ask a question, when Ji Yuan continued to "carry" the refining fate, he heard the emotion from the sloppy monk:
"Who doesn't want to become a fairy or a Buddha, and be at ease?

If there is a choice, who would like to be covered in mud and crawl around?
Master, with your realm, which of the civil and military officials in the court is not wearing the shackles of fame and wealth?

But did they do so voluntarily?I don't think so.

There is a saying in Buddhism that there are eight sufferings. Martial arts climbs to the peak and becomes a great master, but it is difficult to get rid of old age and illness.

Not to mention detachment from life and death, and even parting from love and desperation.

In my opinion, grasping the present is worse than seeing the future! "

The life-killing monk pondered for a while, but nodded and said:

"Dominate the present, control the universe, this is the power of the Tathagata.

Apprentice, you are such an outstanding root of wisdom, you are worthy of being the seedling that the teacher favors, and you can discover the mystery of it. "

Ji Yuan slandered in his heart, master, you are the one who has a chance to change.

He paused and said bluntly:
"If the master wants to give advice on martial arts, Ji will be willing to follow it.

But I'm afraid it's a mistake to ask me to practice Zen or learn Buddhism. "

The killing monk held a tattered copper bowl in his right hand, and put his left palm upright in front of his chest. He smiled and said:
"It's easy to give advice. The best way to cultivate a relationship between master and apprentice is to learn martial arts.

My good student, you have practiced your way, you are born with strong muscles and bones, and your strength is ferocious.

Therefore, fighting with others has never been disadvantageous. "

The skinny old monk's eyes were like torches, so he couldn't see the depth of Ji Yuan's savings and the depth of his foundation.

Even leaving aside the root of wisdom, the nature of mind and the Buddha nature.

It is only said that the strong body that is rare in this world is enough for Huangjue Temple and Xuankong Temple to compete for it.

"However, apprentice, don't forget yourself.

There are actually advantages and disadvantages to being strong.

The so-called martial arts word, martial arts refers to moves, and kung fu refers to cultivation.

Now your skills surpass martial arts, and your physique exceeds the realm.

If you continue, you will be like a child holding a hammer, and you may suffer from it. "

After the killing monk finished speaking, he put his two fingers together and tapped lightly.

Chi!
Like a sword flying across the sky!

The air flow was torn apart in an instant, pulling out a white crack and poking towards Ji Yuan's shoulder.

The latter reacted quickly, his muscles flicked and his blood burst out.

The crimson light, as thick as mercury slurry, swept over like a raging flame, making a "chi chi" sound.

Boo!
The expression of the killing monk remained unchanged, and the sword finger was struck several times, like a series of moves, containing thousands of changes.

In an instant, he counteracted that force of qi and blood pressure out of thin air.

The solid body like a big bell can't stop it.

"This is the kung fu of breaking and practicing!"

Ji Yuan was startled, his five senses were sharp, and he was blessed with [Yunlong Fenghu] fate.

It can be clearly seen that the two fingers of the killing monk are like twisting flowers, with restrained strength.

No matter how strong the qi and blood are, no matter how powerful the strength is.

Just move with the wind, find gaps, and wear holes, it's easy.

Thoughts are like lightning, and his feet are like riding the wind.

Control the airflow, swipe and then retreat
The life-killing monk did not pursue, so he stopped and said:

"This is a martial art of the Xuankong Temple, called 'Nianhua Zhi', which belongs to the force of femininity, but it is the force of masculinity.

Picking a flower with two fingers, no matter how solid it is, it can shatter in response.

The old man suppressed his skills just now and used the second level of Tongmai to make a move, which can also break your body of horizontal training. "

Ji Yuan didn't refute. Without the blessing of fate, he really couldn't escape that blow.

This finger-twisting is unexpected and can hurt people invisible.

"The clever use of moves can also surpass the strength of physical strength.

The master wants to tell me, don't put too much faith in blood and strength, and neglect self-prevention.

Otherwise, if you meet a real master, it will be easy to suffer? "

Ji Yuan made a serious look of being educated.

I want to tell you that as long as you take me as your teacher, you can learn more powerful martial arts and make up for the lack of deep moves!
The life-killing monk looked slightly stagnant, nodded lightly and said:
"That's right. As expected of the old monk's disciple, if you really know a little bit, you can understand a little bit."

Ji Yuan seemed greatly inspired, and immediately said:
"But as the saying goes, if you don't punch with strength, you can't punch with power.

It's true that holding the flower finger is amazing, but as long as my strength is ten-tenths stronger, and my blood is ten-tenths stronger, I may not be your opponent, Master. "

The life-killing monk smiled and said confidently:
"Good apprentice, just talk about strong muscles and bones, and strong physique.

Even in Zen Buddhism, there are few people who are stronger than you.

However, it would be too arrogant to underestimate the arrogant seeds of the Three Religions and Six Traditions.

That's all, let me make you another boxing post for my teacher.

Use the greatest strength, the fiercest blood, don't hold back!
As a teacher, I still press the realm at the second realm of Tongmai, let you know what it means to move a thousand catties, and turn your strength into a breeze. "

The killing monk raised his chest and raised his hand.

One hand holds the back and the other holds the bowl.

Ignoring the shriveled body, the thin fleshy body looks like a master.

"Master... I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Ji Yuan hesitated.

Although the martial arts state of the killing monk is not low, it is possible to exchange blood more than seven times to forge a dharma body.

He even opened up the sea of ​​​​qi and condensed the real master of the four realms.

But with the blessing of fourteen lives, how terrifying it would be to punch with all your strength.

He didn't even have a clue in his mind.

"Hahaha, it's definitely not the old monk's nonsense.

Even if the mountain is overwhelming, you can't move me in the slightest!

And let the horse come over, put away your scruples! "

The killing monk looked up to the sky and laughed, changing his usual calm face.

He was cheated by his master with a bowl of vegetarian food back then, but he didn't experience any twists and turns, so he didn't know the difficulty of accepting apprentices.

Today, taking advantage of the great opportunity to learn from each other, we must subdue Ji Yuan and let the other party understand his powerful methods.

"Then I... can really do it."

Seeing this, Ji Yuan stopped being hypocritical and took a deep breath.

Knead five fingers together, raise your hand to make a fist, and perform the Arhat Fist that you learned when refining your fate.

As the muscles and bones trembled, the large airflow made continuous explosions.

【Ten tendons and plate ribs】, 【Dragon and Elephant Vigor】, 【Qi Swallowing and Bullfighting】... Fourteen fates are all added to the body, consciousness, luck, and momentum.

The fate of the god and man riding the dragon head seems to be entrenched in the brain.

Shine your light and build up your spirit.

Hand veins, heart veins, hidden veins...Three great dragons run through it, driving majestic blood and bursting out with terrifying power.

Ji Yuan took a single breath, like a dragon swallowing clouds and mist, sucking up the air waves in the entire backyard.

More than a dozen wind dragons emerged and roared.

Oh oh oh!
It's crazy!

Since then.

The sound of "Boom" was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and thunder rolled on the ground.

The incomparably solid long strip of green brick rose from the ground following Ji Yuan's movement.

It seems to be turned over, bursting out like a spider web of dense cracks.

Click, click!
The strong vibration spread in all directions, like a stormy sea.

"It's really like a dragon like an elephant's Vajra Power!"

The killing monk was deeply moved and focused on it.

Then he breathed out all over his body, and the monk's robe gradually swelled.

A sense of mellowness permeated the old monk's body.

It seems that no matter how the eight winds blow, this dry wood-like body cannot be shaken.

If there is a person in the Buddhist sect, he will be able to see the mystery.

This is the great law of sitting and forgetting without self-representation or remembrance.

Once you sit down to become a saint, once you forget like a god.

Unless the mental state of ecstasy is broken, there will be no harm, and it can be called the best defensive martial arts in the world.

"Despite the strength of a dragon and an elephant...wait a minute, how could it be a rib?!
That's right, my apprentice has subdued dragons and tigers, and his energy and blood have never leaked..."

The drooping eyelids of the killing monk suddenly lifted as if frightened.

His angry eyes widened, and two rays of light burst out.

Ji Yuan, who straddles the sky, is more than just a dragon like Dali. His skin membrane and tendons are twisting like a horned dragon, and his ribs, muscles and bones are intertwined like one.

Flying down, there is a kind of terrifying power to blow everything up!

"No... the second realm of Tongmai can't stop it!"

The killing monk was caught off guard, and quickly released his suppressed realm power.

But it's too late.

next moment!
The sound of thunder resounding like Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded through the backyard!

boom!
The ground that had been upturned was instantly held down tightly, and it collapsed several inches downward.

The surrounding hundred-step rockery collapsed, and the pool exploded.

All the well-manicured flowers, plants and trees instantly turned into fluffy powder.

Ji Yuan's face flushed red, his brows were so full of energy and blood that they were about to drip.

With this move, he turned his hammer with all his strength, and his fists were fired violently like a cannon.

In half an instant, it landed on the left palm hastily stretched out by the killing monk.

It's really like a mountain top!

dong dong dong dong-

Dozens of thunderbolts exploded in a flash, it was deafening!
"The sky is falling!"

Those servants guarding the courtyard, maids and maids don't know the situation.

One by one the temples were throbbing, almost fainting.

Under the unsteady footing, it rolled into a ball like a gourd.

"Where is the thunder?"

Every household in Datongfang felt the movement and looked up at the sky one after another.

There is no cover from dark clouds, let alone thunderbolts.

"Good vigor..."

The killing monk tried his best to say.

The skinny figure couldn't stand still, like an iron ball with full strength, it was thrown out suddenly.

He fell back hard and stepped straight on the thick courtyard wall, which was embedded in a two-person rockery.

People are like hanging paintings, unable to fall down for a while.

"Master... are you okay?"

Seeing such a formation, Ji Yuan was a little startled.

Immediately gathered Qi and blood, stepped out of the billowing smoke and dust.

"It's okay, it's okay. Good apprentice, your punch is not bad."

After a while, the Killing Monk's expression remained the same, and he pulled himself out of the rockery with a calm expression.

Still holding the bowl in the right hand and the bowl in the left hand.

"Is it really okay? Master, if you are injured, don't force yourself."

Ji Yuan asked again.

He thought to himself that the Arhat Turning Hammer could kill him half-death even after changing blood five times.

It is impossible for a life-killing monk who only puts his skills on the second level of Tongmai to be safe and sound.

"Apprentice, don't think that you are the only one who can practice horizontally, as a teacher, you also know that diamonds are not bad.

Mere punches and kicks can't hurt the old monk. "

The killing monk smiled.

"But... Master, are you vomiting blood?"

Ji Yuan looked at the old monk whose mouth was overflowing with red, and kindly reminded him.

"Really? It seems that I have exercised too much recently, and my energy and blood are full.

Amitabha, I'm going back to meditate. "

The killing monk's feet were like flying, and he floated away.

The left palm hidden in the sleeve trembled uncontrollably, like a convulsion.

"Sigh, the apprentice's background is too good, so it's not a good thing.

If I knew it earlier, I would have put the realm at nine blood exchanges. "

(End of this chapter)