140. Buddha from the inside out, Wu from the outside to the inner moon
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun rubbed the center of his eyebrows.
Don't blame him for having an accident with Shen Herong.
According to the memory left by the Evil Emperor, or according to the inherent impression of their sworn brother and sister, "Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong could never have anything to do with raising children.
Through Qingtian's eyes, Zhang Dongyun's side is pretty good.
Over there, Shen and Rong fell into a rare state of sluggishness, their eyes straightened, and for a moment they didn't know how to answer each other's words.
The girl in purple clothes held her hand anxiously.
Shen Herong came to his senses: "Are you the daughter of the Ape Dragon King?"
"Yes, my name is Ao Ying." The girl in purple replied: "I was separated from my father before, and I am looking for him."
Shen Herong asked: "He is here in Xinyuan County?"
"We got separated here. I'm not sure where he is now. I can only look for him first." Ao Ying replied.
At this time, a shocking loud noise suddenly came from above the two of them.
Looking up, he saw Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa above, already fighting with the young monk Huiming.
Yunmo was no longer bare-handed. The famous Qingxia Spear of the Eastern Tang Dynasty was in his hand. Once the spear was pierced, a green light flashed, as if it was going to pierce the entire Kongshan Mountain.
His cultivation level is higher than that of Huiming, and his shooting skills are sharp. The green light gathered at the tip of the spear seems to be indestructible.
Although Huiming had gathered the Sumeru Gold Mountain, it was still difficult for him to withstand this shot with his seventh-level strength.
"Donor Yun, the poor monk has been offended."
After the young monk said this, he clasped his palms together and finally opened them, then made a fist with one hand.
The seventh realm of Buddhism is called Sumeru. The will transforms into Mount Sumeru. If you have endless thoughts, you will have infinite power.
It can condense and manifest Mount Sumeru for defense and protection, and it can also take the initiative to attack and subdue demons and spread Dharma.
Huiming's thin body, at this moment, burst out with huge power that even martial arts experts dare not underestimate.
With one punch, it was as if Xumi Jinshan was smashed into Yunmo.
Yun Mo's eyes were cold, and the light on the tip of his gun became increasingly cold.
He was confident that if Huiming really dared to meet his spear point with his fist, his spear would pierce Mount Sumeru.
However, Master Huiming taught the magical power of Buddhism. In addition to internal training, he also practiced Xumi Demon Subduing Fist externally.
The subtlety of the boxing style is even better than that of the Yunmo Qingxia Spear.
Huiming's fist was so gentle and graceful that it just missed the tip of the gun, and then hit the barrel of the Qingxia Spear from the side with the force of Mount Sumeru.
The spear tip was knocked away by Huiming's punch.
Yunmo's shot missed, and he suddenly put away his gun. He looked at the young monk in front of him with an unprecedented serious expression.
Although other spiritual paths are very different from martial arts, most of them also have their own external training methods.
It's just that martial arts uses the body's energy and blood to drive movements, while other paths of cultivation each pass through their own methods.
For example, in the Taoist Wangzhen Temple, there is a hand that pokes the dragon to help the disciples in the temple fight with others at close range.
But for other paths of cultivation besides martial arts, external training of unique skills is not the mainstream.
It looks like Wangzhen Guan's dragon-jabbing hand. If they fight with just this move, Yun Mo is confident that even if the master of Wangzhen Guan and Taoist Chen come to use him, he will stab him to death.
But now this little monk actually relied on his physical martial arts to take over his Qingxia Spear?
This monk's cultivation level is still one level lower than him!
"Master is good at cultivation."
Yun Mo said slowly: "But Yun is determined to win that witch!"
After he said that, the Qingxia Spear in his hand turned into green light and stabbed at the young monk Huiming.
Before, Yunmo was still wary of whether there were more enemies around him, but now he put aside other distracting thoughts and went all out.
In front of him was an enemy that required all his strength.
Yun Mo, who was in the eighth realm, took action with all his strength, but the momentum was different from just now.
Green light flashed continuously, and for a while it seemed to fill the entire Kongshan Mountain.
Huiming didn't even have time to talk this time, so he concentrated on resisting Yun Mo's attack.
He used the Sumeru Demon Subduing Fist to its extreme, as if he was moving a Sumeru Mountain and flying back and forth.
The Qingxia gun's tip was repeatedly deflected by him, but Qingguang became more and more urgent and faster, making Huiming's pressure continue to increase.
There is a saying that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. If you continue for a long time, loopholes will eventually appear.
At this time, Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa, was like a patient hunter, constantly oppressing Huiming and catching Huiming's flaws.
However, the resilience of the young monk opposite him far exceeded his expectations.
Since I have to concentrate and focus on the green light on the edge of the opponent's gun, then I simply don't think about anything.
It seems that there are dangers everywhere, but Huiming's expression becomes more and more peaceful.
The spiritual platform in his heart has reached the point of emptiness and clarity.
Although Yunmo tried his best, he was still worried about Huan Tianlong escaping.
At this moment, Huiming had forgotten Huan Tianlong, Chang'an City, Shen Herong and even himself. There was only a little bit of clarity on the spiritual platform, illuminating the path of his opponent's spear.
Fortunately, Shen Herong did not forget him. When he and Ao Ying broke through the encirclement and escaped, a cloud formed out of the clouds under their feet and wrapped around Huiming's waist like a rope, pulling him along.
Although Yunmo had the upper hand, Huiming was like a rock standing on the seashore, refusing to fall despite the constant crashing of the waves.
Yun Mo tried to get around Huiming, but Huiming's fist kept chasing the barrel of his gun.
Master Yun was furious and stabbed the cloud dragging Huiming with his spear.
But at this moment, a little thick ink suddenly dispersed in the air.
The air seemed to turn into a pond, with the ink rippling and spreading.
The flashing green light pierced the thick ink, and the evil spirit disappeared.
Yunmo was suddenly startled.
In addition to Huiming, the other party also has a Confucian master?
Yun Mo, who had just focused on Huiming, was startled and quickly braced himself to be on guard.
But there were no Home Inn masters around.
Yun Mo watched and listened attentively, but still couldn't find the other party.
Could it be that the opponent's strength is too much higher than his?
Yun Mo was shocked and confused.
In Chang'an City, in the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun, who saw all this through his blue sky eyes, laughed.
That bit of ink is naturally Shen Herong's handwriting.
But she didn't take action now. Instead, when she was approaching Kongshan Mountain, she secretly left ink marks in the air in order to ambush her in case of danger.
Huiming didn't notice it, and neither did Yunmo.
But now, everyone left Kongshan together. Shen and Rong deliberately chose this side, and Yunmo chased them, stepping on one thunder after another.
Under the influence of her spell, the cloud rope pulled Huiming down to the Yunluo Canopy, and then flew out far away.
Other Qingxia Villa warriors who had the intention to stop him were all stopped by Moji.
Yun Mo didn't know what was going on, but in his anxiety, he sped up and chased Shen and Rong.
Helplessly, a huge ink stain suddenly appeared halfway, covering more than an acre in mid-air.
Yun Mo almost ran headlong into the ink.
He stopped in time, but the ink stains swept towards him in turn.
Yun Mo could only try his best to crack the ink mark with his own spear.
When the ink stains were removed, they saw that Shen Herong and others had flown away far away.
"...Chase!" Yun Mo hesitated for a while, but still led the people to chase: "We must intercept them before they return to Chang'an!"
Shen Herong looked back and said, "There isn't much space left in Xinyuan County. Let's finish the search here."
Ao Ying was a little surprised. Yun Mo and others were chasing after them. She thought Shen He Rong would suggest returning to Chang'an first.
Shen Herong didn't explain much, he just rode the clouds under his feet and flew towards the last few state capitals of Xinyuan County.
Although Ao Ying was uneasy, she still thanked Shen Herong and then pointed them to find her father.
"What if there is none in Xinyuan County?" Shen Herong asked.
Ao Ying sighed: "It's my birthday in two months. If dad remembers it, he will meet me at the place we agreed on."
Shen Herong nodded and did not ask where the other party was.
She turned to look at Huiming again.
The opponent is still standing still, in an empty state of neither thinking nor thinking, and it will take a little time to recover.
If anyone touches him easily at this time, he will immediately trigger an automatic counterattack.
The young monk was indifferent to what was going on outside his own body, so Shen and Rong had no scruples in talking to Ao Ying.
"The inheritance is good, it has the shadow of Zhongyue Temple, but it is a little different." She seemed to be talking to herself.
Through Qingtian Eyes, Zhang Dongyun listened and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The name Zhongyue Temple does not exist in the Evil Emperor's memory.
But when he saw Huiming's boxing skills, he felt they looked familiar.
However, it did not originate from Zhongyue Temple, but from Leiyin Temple which was destroyed by the Twelve Yamas in the past.
"I heard that after the destruction of Leiyin Temple, the monks who fled later built Zhongyue, Bodhi and Lingguang temples." Shen Herong murmured.
Ao Ying in front of her listened and shook her head: "I don't know."
Zhang Dongyun on the other side of Qingtian Eyes was thoughtful.
No wonder little monk Huiming’s boxing skills are so good.
Generally speaking, apart from martial arts practitioners, Buddhism is the best at external training. This is related to their way of practice.
In Buddhism, spiritual power strengthens the physical body from the inside out. The stronger the spiritual soul, the stronger the physical body will be. In fact, it is even worse than the martial arts masters of the same realm simply in terms of strength and power.
On the contrary, martial arts starts from the outside in. The stronger the physical body's qi and blood, the stronger the spiritual will. The stronger the physical body, the stronger the soul. It is immune to evil and is not afraid of attacks by other practitioners against the soul.
Looking at it from another angle, the two are also facing each other.
If a warrior is injured and his Qi is weak, his spirit will also become weak.
If a Buddhist master breaks down mentally, his indestructible physical body will also quickly disintegrate.
Buddhist practitioners can barely compete with martial arts practitioners in the physical aspect, but when it comes to adapting to moves, etc., martial arts practitioners are always better.
Huiming was able to resist Yun Mo, who was in the eighth level, with his seventh-level Buddhist cultivation and boxing skills, not only because he entered a state of clear mind, but also because of the qualities he had learned, and because of the Qingxia Villa where Yunmo was born. superior.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun showed a slight smile on his lips.
Huiming's appearance exposed something to Shen Herong.
Of course, it's also possible that she took the initiative to explain it herself.
Monk Huiming withdrew from the empty state of Lingtai, wondering why Shen Herong and Ao Ying did not return to Chang'an.
"Sister Ao Ying was separated from her father. She is looking for her father in Xinyuan County." Shen Herong explained.
When Huiming heard this, he said nothing more.
He was more concerned about Yun Mo and others chasing them behind him.
And whether there is a thick mass of ink emerging in the air, blocking Yun Mo and others.
"Are there any Confucian experts who can help us?" Huiming asked.
Shen Herong's expression remained unchanged: "Maybe it's Mr. He from the city, the bald brother you've seen."
Thinking of the scholar in white, Huiming suddenly felt a chill in his back.
The three of them quickly visited the remaining state capitals in Xinyuan County.
However, Ao Kong, the "Ape Dragon King" has not yet been found.
"Let's go back to Chang'an first and find you later." Shen Herong comforted Ao Ying.
They set out on their way home, but Yunmo and others still refused to give up.
It's not just the people in Qingxia Villa who are following them.
In the mid-air in the distance, another figure appeared: "Has it fallen into the hands of the people in Chang'an?"
Among the three major offerings in the Dark Pavilion of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Mu Hongyuan, the only remaining martial arts master, fell into deep thought.