"The Bodhisattva who is not defiled by his actions in the demon world uses his supernatural power to amplify the light. His pure and wonderful body appears in the demon palace."
In Fengshan, in the Sutra Pavilion, the monk was shaking his head, holding a volume of sutras and clicking his tongue.
"The demons saw that their bodies had no power, just like black ink gathering. At that time, two hundred goddesses among the demons were deeply filled with bitter desires. Seeing this Bodhisattva's upright body, they became filled with love. They all said this. If this person can do something with me, we will all
You should follow his teachings.”
He recited it very loudly, almost shouting at the top of his lungs.
Beside him, a monk who was meditating with his eyes closed was startled by the shouting. He turned his head, looking like he was about to speak but hesitated.
"At that time, the Bodhisattva knew that the destiny of all the gods and girls should be fulfilled and he immediately transformed into two hundred emperors. His appearance was as solemn as his body. He also made a vision of the Palace of Victory over Demons with two hundred treasures interlaced on the terrace."
The chanting monk became more and more proud. He wiped his saliva and wiped it on the monk's clothes casually. His belly was puffed out and his face looked proud and contented.
"All the maidens of heaven—"
"stop!"
The monk, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, finally couldn't bear it any longer. He scolded him harshly and stood up helplessly.
"What do you think the dual cultivation method is used for? Is it useful?"
He snatched the scripture book with his hand, put it back on the bookshelf, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
"Xu Lang!"
The monk who just chanted sutras was like mourning his heir.
"It's Senior Brother Xulang."
The name of the Dharma is loud and clear, and the monk who is meditating with his eyes closed does not raise his head.
"Senior Brother Xulang!"
The monks chanting sutras continued as if they were mourning their heirs.
"..."
Xu Lang sighed, helplessly stretched out his hand, and smashed the Dual Cultivation Scripture on the screaming monk's face.
"It's useless. I won't say anything if you make such a loud noise."
Xu Lang patted him on the shoulder with a serious tone: "Double cultivation of Kung Fu, does it have anything to do with you, a deadbeat and a bastard?"
"Who says it doesn't matter."
Xu Luo happily took it, put it into his arms, and retorted unconvinced:
"As mentioned above, the Bodhisattva once practiced cultivation with a witch and achieved Anuttarasamyaksambodhi!"
"Are you a Bodhisattva?"
"No." Xu shook his head.
"You have a witch?"
He shook his head again.
"Except for your mother, have you ever seen any other woman in your life?"
The monk subconsciously wanted to refute, but the words stuck in his throat and no words came out.
He lost his father when he was young, and his mother remarried. Fortunately, he was born with intelligence, so he was spotted by Wu Huai, who was passing by by chance, and brought back to Fengshan Temple.
At that time, I had to rely on Xu Yan to feed me even my meals.
After I learned Zen, my mother, who had previously been indifferent to me, would come up to the mountain every month to ask for help.
Xu Chang was right. Apart from his own mother, Xu Chang had indeed never seen any other woman.
He sighed quietly, and the extremely mysterious dual cultivation technique in his heart seemed to have suddenly lost its appeal and turned into a pile of waste paper.
"Why don't you go down the mountain and play?"
Xu Lang saw his expression in his eyes and slowly shook his head:
"The teacher didn't forbid us from going down the mountain. If you want, senior brother, I can accompany you to Changle City."
"I still don't want it anymore." Xuxu patted his head.
"Why is this?"
"I am afraid."
As soon as this sentence came out, Xu Lang really didn't know how to answer it. His lips moved, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
When both of them fell into silence for a moment, a bright red light appeared from the sky, like fire flowing from the sky, and descended towards the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion.
"teacher!"
"teacher!"
Xu Lang was startled, and he quickly stepped forward and saluted the red-faced monk in the escape light.
""Gandharva Glass Mantra", "Lion Step", "Dragon Master Ming King's Golden Body", "Great Peacock Fist"."
Before Xu Lang and the other two could say hello to Xu Hong and Baizhu in the escape light, the red-faced monk moved his lips slightly and uttered a few words.
Xu Luo stayed where he was, he looked at Wu Huai and then at Xu Lang, with a confused look on his face.
"Disciple understands."
Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, but then he understood, he pulled Xu Lang, who had a confused face, and pulled him towards the Sutra Pavilion.
Xu Hong saluted Wu Huai and followed the two of them.
"Don't go."
Wuhuai suddenly spoke and called Baizhu, who wanted to follow him.
"You practice the Human Awakening Sutra and the Celestial Body..."
The red-faced monk paused suddenly, and after a while, he continued:
"Both of these are difficult to get started with, and I don't have any good ideas."
"Xu Ming." Wu Huai looked at him,
"The disciple is here." Bai Shu quickly bowed and responded.
"The Golden Body of Dragon Master Ming King is a body-tempering martial art. It is a martial art created by observing the remaining Buddhist charms of a great Ming King in our Buddhist sect. After completing the training, it is said to be able to carry a dragon elephant on its shoulders and block the water of the river.
"The Great Peacock Fist" is a great attack technique with infinite killing power, which is even better than the Divine Elephant Fist you are practicing now."
Wuhuai's voice was calm:
"In the past, there was a sect that did not respect our Vajra Temple and despised the Buddha's Dharma. They relied on the fact that the master of the sect, Kongquezi, was not weak in cultivation, so they acted recklessly. In the end, the elders of our monastery personally took action and razed the sect to the ground.
This "Great Peacock Fist" is the fundamental method of their sect."
"As for "Lion's Step" and "Gandharva Glass Mantra"..."
At this time, Xu Hong and the others were holding four jade volumes and stood respectfully a few steps away from Wu Huai.
The red-faced monk stretched out his hand and took the four jade books over.
"One is an escape technique, which is much stronger than your Seven Steps to the Lotus. The other is a spell to protect the soul."
"Protect the soul?"
"You have never fought with anyone, so you have too little experience in the world of martial arts."
Wuhuai shook his head:
"The battle is not limited to fists and palms. Sometimes, the battle between souls is even more dangerous.
The Glazed Curse has both protection and attack capabilities, and it is also an extremely clever illusion."
Wu Huai handed the jade book in his hand to Bai Shu and mentioned:
"Heart skills, visualization, soul, body protection, attack, escape skills, illusion skills... since it is a practice, you must not leave any shortcomings, otherwise as time goes by, the loopholes will become more difficult to make up."
"Disciple understands."
Bai Shu took the jade book and answered obediently.
"After your morning classes tomorrow, come to my meditation room and I will give you some guidance on these martial arts."
After Wu Huai said this with an indifferent expression, he directly opened the wooden door and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion without waiting for Bai Shu's response.
Unexpectedly, Wu Huai took just a few steps and turned back again. Xu Hong, who had just taken out "The Sea of Sinful Monks and Nuns", was so frightened that his face immediately turned pale.
"Has your Pure Heaven human body been improved?"
A heartbeat sounded quietly in the heart of Baizhu, who was holding the jade album.
"some."
Bai Shu also responded respectfully with the sound of his heart.
After refining the acupoints and opening up the bridge between heaven and earth, he can also master small skills such as transmitting secret sounds or heart sounds.
"That's it."
Without hesitation, he nodded slightly and pushed the door open again.
Outside the window, a bright red light instantly rose up and shot straight to the top of the mountain.
Soon, there was no trace.
On the side, Xuhong, who was sweating profusely, finally calmed down after seeing this scene.
