Chapter 19: Enlightenment of Prajna in a Dream, Destroying Asura with One Palm
Xing Tian was extremely shocked at this moment. So far, he didn't know what happened. But at this moment, the old monk started to practice his palm skills on his own, which suddenly attracted Xing Tian's attention.
Xingtian also has a lot of research on the palm technique, but the palm technique practiced by the old monk is extremely mysterious. It is very similar to the Vajra Palm technique, but there are some differences. When the opponent finishes a set of palm techniques, Xingtian is still touching
Not making any sense, he just stared blankly.
"This Prajna Palm and Vajra Palm techniques complement each other and are indispensable. However, the power is several times stronger than the Vajra Palm technique. It is a profound martial art. You can learn from me. Whether you can master it or not depends on you.
Good fortune!" After the old monk said this, he began to dismantle the palm techniques and teach each one of them one by one.
Xingtian was naturally overjoyed when he encountered such a good thing. Although he was still a little confused about the current situation, after watching the old monk's palm skills, he was suddenly attracted by this martial arts, so he nodded.
He said nothing and studied hard.
This study lasts for one month.
Within a month, I forgot about Xing Tianwu. He is an extremely focused person by nature and loves martial arts crazily. When encountering such a profound palm technique, there is no reason why he would not like it or not be immersed in it, so he learned extremely well.
Seriously, it can be said that it is day and night. And the old monk rarely speaks and teaches carefully. When Xing Tian asks, he first lets him understand by himself. If it doesn't work, he will give some advice. In one month, one old man and one young man join together.
It passed by in the blink of an eye during the palm grinding method.
When Xingtian came to practice palm practice as usual that day, the old monk was indifferent and still sat on the old futon. He only said: "When you fall asleep, thirty suns and moons change, and you close your eyes and exhale the clouds and smoke of a hundred years. Life is like this."
Dream, dream is like life, go back..."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and suddenly a huge force knocked Xingtian away. Xingtian was shocked and felt the sky shaking. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly sat up from the bed.
There is no old monk on a futon or a dilapidated ancient temple around. Here is his room in the Medicine Garden. The window is also slightly fish-belly white, and the candlestick oil lamp has not yet been burned out.
Xing Tian sat dumbly for a quarter of an hour before he moved his throat and moved his stiff neck. He remembered that he was indeed dreaming, but the dream lasted too long.
Shaking his head, Xing Tian even felt a little strange looking at his small house.
Just like the old monk said in the dream, life is like a dream, and dreams are like life, which is really profound. What Xingtian is most concerned about is how he could have such a strange dream for no reason.
For a moment, Xing Tian thought of the three pills he had refined last night, but he suddenly understood.
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Han Buping was as mysterious as usual. He explained a few words to Xing Tian early in the morning and then left the medicine garden without a trace. Xing Tian still arranged for the handyman disciples who came to the medicine garden to work. He himself was in the medicine garden.
Martial arts training in the backyard.
At this moment, Xing Tian's upper body was bare, and his muscles were extremely strong and distinct. He could be seen stepping forward like a tiger leaping and an eagle falling. At the same time, his palms were flying, and he kept making powerful palm prints.
What Xing Tian practiced was the 'Prajna Palm' that he learned from the old monk on a futon in his dream.
This palm technique requires the Vajra Palm technique to be activated. It can be said to be two palms in one, but it is completely different from the Vajra Palm technique, and its power is even different. After practicing it once, Xingtian jumped up high and faced a huge piece of
The mountain rock is like a slap in the face.
Snap!
Xingtian's palm sank an inch into the rock, but he failed to break it. When he took his palm back, he saw a palm print printed on the rock.
The palm prints on it are clear and you can even see fingerprints, as if this is not a rock but a piece of ink pad.
Immediately, Xingtian's pupils shrank, secretly saying that he had such domineering palm power.
It is not difficult to break a rock, but it is not easy to leave a fingerprint on a hard rock. Even the Vajra Palm Technique cannot do this.
Xing Tian closed his palms and stood up. He was just trying at first, but then he was surprised to find that the martial arts he learned in the dream could actually be used in reality, and he was not unfamiliar with it, as if he had practiced hard for a long time.
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Everything depends on cause and effect. Xing Tian knew that he could not practice a palm technique for no reason. This must be related to the three pills.
Of those three pills, I had already taken one and had a dream, so thinking about it, the other two pills should be the same.
In other words, I still have two opportunities to ask the old monk in the dream for advice.
Xing Tian knew that this was his great adventure. Some people, even if they saw through the hidden medicine in the secret book and collected thirteen medicinal materials, but did not know the refining method, they would never be able to refining the three elixirs.
, but the purple gourd makes up for this point just right. As for why those three pills can make people fall asleep, enter the ancient temple in the desolate Gobi, and learn martial arts with the old monk on a futon, Xingtian cannot know.
Xing Tian knew that he must cherish this opportunity, and when he thought of the competition he had agreed with Xu Jiang on the fifteenth day of next month, his face showed a pride of victory.
"Xu Jiang, it doesn't matter if you have a master, and it doesn't matter if you have a cousin. In the place ranking competition on the 15th of next month, I will definitely defeat you just like the Xiaobi from the Wutang Hall in Wajin Village. My target is not you, and you, at best,
It's just a step I need to cross!" Xing Tian felt confident, rested for a while, and then started practicing again.
Three days later, Xing Tian summarized all the problems encountered in practicing the palm technique, and even other problems, and then swallowed the second pill just as the sun was setting.
Sure enough, just like the first time, Xingtian fell asleep quickly, entered the dreamland, and returned to the ancient Gobi temple. The surroundings were still clean and spotless, and the old monk on the futon was still sitting there, seemingly untouched from beginning to end.
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"You're here!" The old monk said softly with kind eyes and his words were the same as the first time. He seemed to have known that Xing Tian was coming.
"Yes!" This time Xingtian didn't stand stupidly, but bowed and saluted.
"Then, let's get started!"
In the blink of an eye, another month passed in this dream. In this month, Xingtian did not waste any time, practiced hard, and refined his palm skills a lot. And many of the problems he brought about were solved by the old monk on the futon.
After getting the answer from his mouth, Xing Tian was already sure that the old monk Futon was definitely an eminent monk, even higher than his master Qu Chong in terms of martial arts cultivation.
Moreover, it is much higher.
Xingtian knew that Master Qu Chong was already a Dzogchen warrior in the Hard and Soft Realm, one step short of being able to understand the Aperture, and his true strength was even difficult for those in the first level of the Aperture Realm to match. How high was the cultivation level of this old futon monk?
But on the last day of January, the old monk still said the same words as last time, waved his sleeves, and swept Xing Tian out of his dream.
This time, Xing Tian practiced and meditated in the real world. This time, he also began to spend some time, trying to find some clues about the old monk in the ancient temple in the dream. Because Xing Tian did not believe that the place was really a dream. If so, the Vajra Palm Technique
Where did the prescription for the elixir hidden in it come from? Someone must have deliberately hidden it in the form of a picture, and maybe even this person is the old futon monk.
It’s just that Xingtian didn’t find any clues. There were no records in some geography books, and there were no introductions to various sects. The only thing Xingtian knew was that this Vajra Palm technique was created by a monk who came to Guashan a long time ago to exchange martial arts for martial arts.
Apart from that, there are no other clues left.
Seven days later, Xingtian swallowed the last pill and entered the dream again. He was still an old monk in the ancient temple. This time, Xingtian could not suppress his curiosity, but he asked.
Unexpectedly, the old monk smiled lightly and said: "We are only talking about martial arts here. If you are destined, you will know everything in the future. If you are not destined, it is best to know nothing!"
A few words were said in a confused way, and Xing Tian seemed to understand. Then Xing Tian asked again, but the old monk kept silent. Only when he was learning the skills, the old monk could speak. In his dream, he was confused and time seemed to slow down.
Sometimes it happens quickly, and before I know it, the sun and the moon alternate in my dream, and another month passes.
Three months have passed since I learned martial arts in my dream, and Xingtian's Prajna Palm is already very hot.
On the last day, Xingtian had just arrived at the compound, and when he was waiting to be knocked out of his dream by the old monk, the old monk on the futon was missing. In an instant, the surrounding environment changed drastically, and in the blink of an eye, the ancient temple became a ruin.
Directly in front of the deserted graveyard, a statue of Ghost-Faced Shura stood there.
Xing Tian was in a trance, but he saw that the ghost-faced Shura sculpture's originally lifeless eyes suddenly turned and were staring at him. This time, Xing Tian only felt a palpitation in his heart. The next moment, the Shura statue turned out to be alive and began to walk towards Xing Tian.
Attack.
He slapped his palm in front of him, and what Xing Tian saw was that the Shura palm was three times the size of an ordinary person, and it looked like a washbasin pressed down. In desperation, Xing Tian also slapped it with a palm, and in an instant, two people, one big and one small, were
The palms of their hands slammed together.
The palm power of this ghost-faced Shura was so strong that Xing Tian's feet made a pair of deep pits on the ground. Seeing that it was extremely dangerous, Xing Tian hurriedly slapped out three more palms, forcing Shura to take a step back, and then he hurriedly jumped out of the place.
Next, Xing Tian fought with the ghost-faced Shura. The Vajra Prajna Palm he had practiced in the past three months in his dream was now at his fingertips, and he could use it like clouds and flowing water. He saw the wind of the palm piercing the air, and the sky was filled with palm shadows.
I couldn't tell who was who at the time. I saw two figures going back and forth, attacking each other with their palms. Sometimes Xingtian would be hit by a palm, and sometimes the ghost-faced Shura would be knocked back a few steps by Xingtian, but no matter it was Xingtian or the ghost-faced Shura
, they all become braver as they fight.
At the end of the fight, Xing Tian also forgot everything and was immersed in the mystery of the palm technique, but suddenly he had an epiphany.
Suddenly, he turned around and struck a palm.
This palm was ordinary and insubstantial at first, but the power of the palm surged in the next moment, and it was printed on the chest of the ghost-faced Shura. The latter still wanted to resist, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his arm was shattered by Xing Tian's palm.
Bang!
A deep palm print instantly appeared on Ghost Face Shura's chest. The latter instantly fell to the ground, his whole body cracked, and then suddenly dispersed and turned into nothingness.
The next moment, the surrounding environment changed back to the ancient Gobi temple. The old monk still sat in front of him, but this time, there was a smile on his face.
"Vajra Angry Lotus, Shura Palm Jue, Only Self Prajna, Enlightenment of the World..."
The sound persisted for a long time, until Xing Tian woke up from his dream and saw his small room, he still felt the sound lingering in his ears.