I have a role in the heavens

Inside, Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai were shocked when they heard the shaking sound between heaven and earth. They jumped out of the room, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed in surprise.

"The nine-character mantra of Taoism, Mahamudra!"

Both of them had heard that Li Daoqing, without showing up, used a set of nine-character mantras to shatter the Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill of the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, displaying earth-shattering supernatural powers. This was the first time they had truly seen him. Until Li Daoqing used this method.

The energy and blood in Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai's bodies were boiling endlessly. They knew that this was the aftermath of the vibration of Tianyin, which caused their own energy and blood to resonate. They couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes filled with horror, their expressions changed dramatically, their bodies exploded, and they rushed outside. , they wanted to see what happened, and Li Daoqing actually took action!

Yan Yuanyi was wearing a white training suit, with a red ribbon tied around her waist, a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, and rosy skin. She was lying quietly on the ground, surrounded by a mess, as if she had been run over by a steamroller. Her beautiful face was covered with A touch of regret, a little tear stain at the corner of her eyes, but a faint smile on her lips, extremely peaceful, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, stunningly beautiful and graceful, a ray of golden sunshine shone down, covering this female general, Xia Yi is so holy and bright that people can't bear to look away.

Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai looked at this beautiful scene in disbelief, their eyes widened with a bit of sadness in their expressions, and their hearts were horrified that Yan Yuanyi was actually beaten to death outside the palace. They had keen senses. Without looking closely, he knew that Yan Yuanyi's six meridians were silent and life was cut off. At this moment, the sky was broken. Yan Shoujing, the old man, only had such a daughter. If he knew that his daughter was dead, he would definitely be furious.

Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai looked at the car that was staying on the spot, their evil spirits rising, they gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice.

"Wang Chao, damn him, he dared to attack Yuan Yi!"

As the three top masters in the army, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai and Yan Yuanyi had a deep friendship with each other and often discussed martial arts knowledge together. Now that Yan Yuanyi was actually beaten to death by Wang Chao in the street, how could they not hate it? Their hearts were full of murderous intent and they were suppressing it.

"Let's send Yuan Yi back to the Yan family first!"

The two looked at the cracked ground, their eyes full of caution. They had already deduced the battle between Wang Chao and Yan Yuanyi in their minds. They shook their heads. They were no match for Wang Chao. They looked at each other and spoke slowly. road.

Liu Mubai walked forward gently, looked at Yan Yuanyi lying on the ground, and picked him up with gentle movements, as if holding a rare treasure, very carefully and extremely tenderly.

Wu Yunlong followed Liu Mubai, and a ray of golden sunshine seemed to be locked on Yan Yuanyi. It kept moving, covering Yan Yuanyi, and headed towards the Yan family step by step.

In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, Tang Zichen turned his head slightly and looked at Li Daoqing with some confusion, not understanding why he spoke Tianyin.

"What's wrong?"

Li Daoqing looked a little displeased and looked into the void. A figure appeared in front of him, shrinking to an inch, growing lotuses every step of the way. He had great magical powers. It was Wang Chao who had left the place. The murderous intent in his eyes was cold and he snorted softly. After a sound, he looked back and said softly.

"Wang Chao is too presumptuous. He actually dared to kill Yan Yuanyi in China. This is treating the mainland as an overseas country and allowing him to cause trouble in heaven. It is lawless!"

Tang Zichen was stunned for a moment, Yan Yuanyi was dead, her eyebrows were lightly frowned, and she was charming and a bit sad. Tang Zichen and Yan Yuanyi had known each other at the Hongmen Association when they were young. They grew up together, and they fought endlessly, but there was no When it comes to life and death, now that his old friend has passed away, Tang Zichen feels a little more emotional.

"Is she dead too?"

The disillusionment of life and death, the unchanging truth of the world, is the most sad and frightening, but also the most fair. No matter you are a beggar, an ant, or a noble and noble person, you will still face death, and in the end you cannot escape the ending of a piece of rubbish.

Li Daoqing looked at Tang Zichen with soft eyes, stretched out his hand to smooth her frown, his movements were gentle and full of tenderness, he shook his head, and explained with a somewhat strange expression.

"It's okay to say she's dead, it's okay to say she's not dead!"

There was confusion in Tang Zichen's starry eyes. He raised his head and looked at Li Daoqing. His red lips opened slightly and his voice was light and sweet.

"What do you mean?"

Li Daoqing's eyes moved across the void, and he seemed to see Yan Yuanyi lying quietly on the bed. His face was rosy, his body was intact, and some thoughts were vaguely visible, showing very subtle fluctuations. Even if he was a master who broke through the void and saw that the gods were indestructible, , it is difficult to detect this secret fluctuation, neither life nor death, very mysterious.

"If I take action, I can still awaken Yan Yuanyi's spiritual consciousness and bring him back to life!"

Resurrection from the dead was a magical method that shocked Tang Zichen. This magical power was beyond the imagination of the world.

The Yan family in the capital was solemn and dignified, filled with sadness, which made people feel depressed.

Yan Shojing put reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and sat in front of the bed with a calm expression. He gently stroked his daughter's cheek with his old palms. There was a touch of sadness in his eyes. At this time, he seemed to be at least ten years old and felt as if he was dead. , his daughter was his treasure, but now she was dead, and endless anger filled her heart.

Next to Yan Shoujing stood an old woman wiping away tears. She was graceful and full of sadness. She looked at her daughter lying motionless, her body still as alive as a living person, and said to Yan Shoujing with slim hope.

"I heard that an eminent monk named Qi Luoya came to the Shaolin Temple and treated many people without using medicine or acupuncture. He just recited a few verses and no matter what kind of disease he was, he would be cured immediately. Lao Yan, Go and have this eminent monk come over and give Yi'er a look, maybe there will be hope!"

"Don't be stupid, Yi'er is already dead. Didn't the doctor test it? The brain waves and electrocardiogram are gone. What eminent monk can get better by chanting sutras? You are also a highly educated intellectual, how can you believe in these superstitious things!"

Yan Shojing's palm paused slightly, his mind moved slightly, he shook his head and said softly.

Yan Shoujing is a staunch materialist, but at this moment, because of his daughter, he hopes that the world will really come back to life.

"Then why is Yi'er's body still soft and warm? Her face is always rosy. Maybe she just fell asleep, not dead!"

The old woman wiped her tears and argued that if a person dies, the body will become stiff, cold, and pale. Yan Yuanyi does not have these changes, so the old woman thinks there is no death.

"I asked Wu Yunlong. Yi'er's martial arts has reached the level of a physical Bodhisattva. After death, he will be like those physical Bodhisattvas. His body will be the same as that of a living one. He will gradually dehydrate after decades."

Yan Shoujing finally couldn't help but feel sad, with a sad look on his face. The most tragic thing in the world is the loss of a father in youth, the loss of a spouse in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age. Yan Shoujing had only one daughter under his knees. How could he not be devastated by the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man? All his thoughts disappeared with the death of his daughter, and he felt empty in his heart, as if she was a walking corpse.

"Bodhisattva of the physical body, you also believe in the Bodhisattva of the physical body! Now there is a glimmer of hope for Yi'er. The monk Qi Luoya who recently came to the Shaolin Temple is not a liar. I seem to have heard Wu Yunlong say that he is an authentic descendant of ancient yoga and has profound spiritual practice. , has reached the realm of a Living Buddha, if you invite him here, there might really be a glimmer of hope."

The old woman wiped her tears and her voice was a little louder. People who are trapped in the abyss of darkness, even if they only have one billionth of hope, may want to grasp the bright hope that may exist and will never give up.

Yan Shojing looked at his wife, who had turned gray in the day, and understood the sadness and despair in her heart. He sighed, made a compromise, nodded, and said.

"I'm going to ask Wu Yunlong and the others to go to the Shaolin Temple and ask the eminent monk to come and take a look at Yi'er!"

Yan Shoujing also had a lucky mentality in his heart, so he went to the doctor in a hurry, treating a dead horse as a living horse, trying to grasp the last straw to save his life.

After saying this, Yan Shoujing looked even older. For the sake of his daughter, his belief was actually shaken. He had no support in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

In just one day, Wu Wenhui, Wu Yunlong, and Liu Mubai all gathered in the Yan family compound.

Yan Shojing looked at a person in the hall. He was wearing a red monk's robe and had a grimace on his face. His eyes were calm and clear, and his eyes were bright. His face was slightly different from that of a Chinese person. His skin color was darker, his eyes were deep, his nose was protruding, and his outline was narrow. With some European and American characteristics, he stood quietly.

"Is this Chiloa?"

After all, Yan Shoujing was still a staunch materialist. He was full of doubts about some mysterious things. He looked at Chiloya with sharp eyes, and he almost printed the word "liar" on Chiloya's face. He thought that the other party They are just pretending to be gods and ghosts, no different from those warlocks in ancient times.

The corners of Chiloya's mouth twitched, revealing a bitter smile. He is a Buddhist ascetic. India is now dominated by Shivaism. Buddhism is struggling to survive. In order to promote Buddhism, he accepted the invitation from Shaolin Temple and came to preach. He lectured on the Dharma, exchanged insights, and because of his compassionate nature, he treated diseases for some believers. This led to his great fame and spread of legends.

Chilo took a step forward, made a hand seal with his fingers, bent his little finger, clasped his index finger together, trembled his lips, and uttered the word "Hum". The sound was like a big bell ringing in a temple, the air vibrated, and Yan Shoujing was shaken by the sound. His teeth were numb and he jumped up suddenly.

A person stands in front of the big bell in the temple and rings the bell so violently that the sound can make the bones of his body numb. This is how Yan Shoujing felt at this time.

"You have been restless recently and have been suffering from depression and illness. Blood congestion has accumulated in your liver. My voice has dispersed the blood congestion in your liver. You can stand up and try to see if you feel much better physically."

Yan Shoujing frowned, stood up, and took two steps. As expected, he felt much more relaxed, and his heart seemed to be less depressed.

However, some concepts in Yan Shojing's mind are deeply ingrained and difficult to change. His eyes flashed with thoughts, and his eyes were still full of doubts, and he said firmly.

"This is a psychological suggestion!"

Chiloya looked at the stubborn Yan Shoujing and understood that this was a barrier of knowledge. People's first reaction to something they had never seen before was doubt. It was not surprising that it was fake. He shook his head and explained. reason.

"This is not a psychological suggestion, this is mantra kung fu. I use my voice to vibrate the qi and blood in your body and help you activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It is also a science and should be called sound therapy!"

Chiloya was not a liar. He was very advanced and wise. He had practiced to the level of a living Buddha. He never deceived Yan Shouging with falsehoods. He always answered the truth, which gave Yan Shouging some confidence.

If Chiloya pretends to be a ghost when he comes up, Yan Shoujing will never let him treat Yan Yuanyi and will drive him away directly. Fortunately, Chiloya is really an eminent monk. He sticks to his heart, does not tell lies, and seeks truth from facts, which makes Yan Shojing's impression of him. Great, I feel that this monk is very interesting.

Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong looked at each other, but they didn't think anything of it. They were both alchemy masters, and they thought Qi Luoya's pronunciation of the mantra was normal. However, their boxing skills were good at killing people and fighting, but they were far from good at healing and saving people with mantras. Far from being as proficient as this monk.

"It's better to go see Yuan Yi, but Yuan Yi's vitality has been cut off. This monk is the last straw."

Wu Yunlong sighed and didn't have much hope for Qiloya. They were all practitioners and were very familiar with the human body. Yan Yuanyi had lost all her vitality and was already dead. However, Yan Shouguang's only daughter died. , was too sad, so he went to Shaolin Temple to help invite this eminent monk to come and have a look.

"Master Qiluoya, Wang Chao killed Yuan Yi. You know Wang Chao's boxing level. Are you sure?"

Liu Mubai looked at Qiloya, with a bit of disappointment. Wang Chao's cultivation level was indeed better than theirs. This was an undoubted fact. Even if the other party killed Yan Yuanyi, he was powerless and could only place his hope on the situation in front of him. This eminent monk really has great supernatural powers and can save Yan Yuanyi's life.

In order to hold the World Martial Arts Conference, Wang Chao traveled to various parts of the world and forced all the masters to come out. As a descendant of ancient Indian yoga, Chiloya naturally knew Wang Chao's abilities.

Chiloya was not proficient in martial arts. He only knew how to practice but not how to fight. He was an ascetic. Although his realm was advanced, he was not targeted by Wang Chao.

"Wang Chao has reached a state where he can clearly see his mind and nature, and can see the Tathagata. He is the Tathagata, and the Tathagata is him. His supernatural power has reached the highest achievement in the world."

Qiloya nodded. He once saw Wang Chao defeat a great master from the Middle East, forcing him to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference. He was so powerful and so high that he felt inferior to him.

"What kind of Tathagata? I have seen Wang Chao. He killed countless people, but he can also become a Tathagata? What kind of Tathagata is he? He is just a demon!"

Yan Shojing listened with a gloomy face and shook his head, with a bit of anger in his expression.

"Everyone is a Tathagata, it just depends on whether they can know themselves. Tathagata has no good or evil, it is just a perfect state."

Qiluoya smiled bitterly. His explanation was similar to the Zen method. He could see his mind clearly and realize the Tathagata.

To understand one's mind is to discover one's true nature; to see one's nature is to see one's true nature. Once you see your true nature, you can go straight to your true heart. To understand the original mind and see the nature that is neither born nor destroyed is the state of Zen enlightenment. The speech path is broken and the mind is destroyed.

"Let's go."

Wu Yunlong didn't want to argue between Yan Shojing and Chiloya, so he urged.

Several people came to a large bedroom. Yan Yuanyi was neatly dressed and lying on the bed. Her face was rosy, as if she was asleep, but her breathing, heartbeat, and pulse were all gone.

"This female Bodhisattva has passed away. She is not ill. How can we save her?"

Qiluoya saw Yan Yuanyi from a distance, with a look of surprise on his face. He could see that Yan Yuanyi had entered the elixir energy. In other words, it was the cultivation state of the physical Bodhisattva, with all vitality and six meridians. Dead silence has long since fallen.

"I heard that in Buddhism back then, in addition to the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, there were also some esoteric words and pronunciations of the Great Compassion Mantra and the Soul-Returning Mantra, which could shake the blood circulation of the human body and revitalize it. Please give it a try."

As the number one expert in Ouchi, Wu Yunlong is well-informed and knows many secrets that others don't know. He sighed and said to Chiloa.

"It is indeed recorded in the Buddhist scriptures that the Buddha recited the Resurrection Mantra and brought people back to life. However, these things are all legendary records and cannot be verified. They may be lies and they may be deceiving!"

The eminent monk Chiloya is very interesting. He doesn’t have much respect for the Buddha Sakyamuni. He only talks about things and does not believe in them. He understands that Sakyamuni is also a mortal, but he is very wise and does not really become a Buddha or an ancestor. .

"I know the secret of pronunciation of the Resurrection Curse, but I'm not sure, and it takes seven days to recite it without any pause in between. Otherwise, as soon as the sound stops, the energy and blood will be sluggish, and there will be no effect. My physical strength cannot support it. If you come down, you will probably lose your strength and die."

Although Chiloya is not proficient in martial arts, his physical cultivation is extremely high, and he has practiced ancient yoga to a very high level. Even compared with the masters of Gangjin, his physical strength, energy and blood are not inferior at all, and he can be called the realm of living Buddha.

When everyone heard what Chiloya said, they were immediately silent. For the sake of a little uncertainty, letting this eminent monk risk his life to save people was indeed a difficult task. They were not the kind of overbearing and unreasonable people, so they couldn't say this. .

Chiloya looked at the silent crowd, with great awareness, great freedom, and great compassion on his face. He sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, with no sadness or joy in his eyes. He looked at Yan Shojing and others, and said in a low voice.

"That's all, Buddha has the compassion to cut meat to feed eagles and sacrifice his body to feed tigers. In order to save people, what can't I give up in my stinky skin?"

"I ask you two to protect me and don't let anyone disturb me. I will cast the Resurrection Curse and try my best to see if I can save this female Bodhisattva!"

Even iron-blooded generals such as Yan Shoujing and Wu Wenhui were greatly shocked when they heard this. They stood in awe and sacrificed their lives to save others. This is the compassionate behavior of Buddha and Bodhisattva in the Buddhist scriptures.