Chapter 43: If there is a tiger in the mountain, you have to go (Part 1)
Linhai County, Zhang'an County, Huipu Village.
Huiyuan held on to the wall and staggered out of the earthen house. The turbid air in his body was surging, like a violent tsunami sweeping through his body, trying to burst his meridians. Even the most ordinary movements such as raising his hands and walking could not stop him.
It became extremely difficult.
A strange vortex formed in his lower dantian, like an unfathomable black hole, spinning and spreading all the time, releasing more and more powerful turbid air.
In just a few days, all of Huiyuan's original Buddhist skills were refined by the black hole, and Yan Jinglang's many years of hard work and spiritual energy were transferred into Huiyuan's body. Although there was a lot of consumption in the process,
It was enough to push Huiyuan's cultivation to the high level of refining the gods and returning to the void, making him the first-class master in the Eight Wastes.
Huiyuan took a few deep breaths, trying to stop the black hole from turning, but he was like a mantis using his arms as a cart, unable to do anything. His mental strength, breath control, and understanding of the great road were still at the superficial stage of refining qi, and he was unable to do so.
To control the skyrocketing energy of all things in the body, one can only allow the black hole vortex to merge with one's own body, and turn against the guest.
In terms of skills, he has nothing to do with Buddhism, which makes Huiyuan feel a little sad and angry. "Donor Yan, how could you...?" His hand accidentally crushed the door frame, and the hard shell was mixed with it.
The sand turned into fine powder between the fingers, and the door of the house fell over with a crash, shattering to pieces on the floor.
Yan Chinglang was leaning against the wall outside the door, squinting his eyes, stretching out his legs lazily, and basking in the sun. He raised his eyelids, looked at Huiyuan's aggrieved little face that was about to cry, and muttered vaguely:
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and survives all hardships. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."
Huiyuan was stunned and stood there for a while. He sighed softly, clasped his hands together, and the resentment in his heart gradually dissipated.
"Little monk, don't you hate Sajia?" Yan Chinglang suddenly asked.
"Seeing the Buddha with a clear mind, what does it have to do with the physical body of the practice? The Buddha in my heart is still there, why should I have hatred?" Huiyuan thought for a moment and shook his head. After Yan Qinglang transferred the power to himself, his mood improved a lot.
, and began to eat and drink water. Even if one's own Buddhist skills were destroyed, it was just to save someone else's life, and it would be the cause and effect of each other.
Yan Chinglang chuckled: "The young monk is quite free and easy. It's fitting that you become a disciple of the Sa family and pass on the magical power of all things."
"I'm sorry, Donor Yan." Huiyuan flatly refused, "The Divine Art of Senluo Wanxiang can only change the flow of qi and blood in my body, but it cannot change my devotion to the Buddha. The young monk will practice Buddhism diligently day and night, and will the Senluo Wanxiang
Qi is transformed again."
Yan Jinglang snorted: "The Sa family's Senluo Wanxiang Magic Technique was passed down from ancient times. It penetrates into the secret of the cycle of life and death. How domineering and mysterious is it? After receiving this skill, the seeds of the Senluo Black Hole have been formed in your body. No matter what kind of magic you practice.
, will be swallowed up by the black hole and transformed into nutrients for the divine power of all phenomena. Even if you find the Buddha in the West, you will still be helpless!"
Huiyuan was silent for a moment and recited: "Buddhism is boundless."
Yan Qinglang looked at him for a while, then got up and said: "Since you don't want to call me Master, the Sa family won't force you. But the Sa family wants to remind you that the Black Hole of Sen Luo is not the end of the magical power of Sen Luo, but rebirth from death."
The Sa family has just understood the secret of this technique." He patted his butt and walked straight out.
Huiyuan was stunned and quickly called him: "Donor Yan, where are you going?"
"To the ends of the world, where can't we go? Little monk, there is no feast that lasts forever. The inheritance of the Sa family has been entrusted. My wish has been fulfilled. It's time to leave here. Let's say goodbye today. We are destined to kill enemies together in the future.
Let's drink." Yan Qilang turned around and glanced at Huiyuan before striding away.
"But your injuries, and the Taoist pursuers..." Huiyuan shouted worriedly, Yan Qilang has lost all his strength, how will he protect himself in the future?
"Silly boy, the Sa family has recovered a long time ago! If you are reincarnated from the dead, you will be able to live in peace and prosperity. Remember to study the Senluo Wanxiang Divine Art!" Yan Qilang did not look back, waved back and said goodbye.
"Donor Yan, please take care." Huiyuan watched Yan Chinglang's disappearing figure, stood in silence for a while, clasped his hands together and bowed.
Yan Chenglang left the fishing village and walked faster and faster, passing by the rocky beach on the seaside and straight up to the steep cliffs in the distance.
There was no one on the sea cliff, and there was silence. Yan Chinglang stood alone on the top of the cliff, looking at the vast sea in a daze.
The foam is splashing, but the sound of the waves remains the same, and I don’t know where Ning Kongyu’s fragrant soul has drifted.
Behind him, a small pile of sand and dust rolled from far to near, quickly forming a human shape. He had hands and feet, and his flesh and blood were all made of sand. Only his eyes were as bright as lightning, sweeping around and moving.
Sharp.
It’s a rare sand monster!
"Master, I haven't seen anyone approaching me in the past few days. Your brother should not be suspicious." The sand monster's pronunciation was very strange, soft and unclear, like the "rustling" sound of sand grains rubbing against each other. Yan Chinglang sighed: "My brother has been admiring me since he was a child, and he has contributed the most to me. Of course, he can't betray me. I pretended to be seriously injured and depressed this time, and even he hid it.
It’s just to temporarily cut off contact with him, so as not to be traced by interested people and cause trouble to my brother.”
The sand monster continued: "In addition to him, there are also four bloody wizards who know the whereabouts of the master at that time. In other words, one of the four of them betrayed you."
Yan Chinglang's disheveled hair flew violently in the sea breeze. He was silent for a long time and said in a harsh voice: "I, Yan Chinglang, was betrayed by a brother who was a bloodthirsty man. That's because the Sa family was blind and saw the wrong person. His tricks were not bright enough."
, who is so strange?"
His eyes turned cold and he said sternly: "But if it affects Kong Yu's life, the Sa family will never give up! The bloody insider must be found, as well as those who besieged and killed the Sa family that day, and their disciples and grandchildren must be stabbed.
The Sa family must settle this account properly and let them know what disaster means!"
He punched out angrily, and there was a huge "boom" sound. A small part of the cliff collapsed under the force of the punch, and fell down in confusion.
In Yan Jinglang's body, a tiny and indistinguishable white hole is slowly rotating. Every time it rotates, the speed increases slightly, and a brand-new aura of all things is constantly pouring out from the depths of the white hole...
"Cong——"
The sound of the Yao Qin sounded, flowing out from the slender fingers of the green bead.
At first, the sound of the piano was faint, like the sound of dripping water in an underground cave, dark and cold, vague and absent; then the water droplets condensed and merged into a gurgling mountain stream, with winding paths leading to secluded places, and the color of the water was ethereal; the clear stream slowly flowed into
A river with endless twists and turns, with rippling waves and infinite scenery on both sides...
Zhikarizhen knelt down and sat opposite Lu Yi Zhu, his eyes slightly lowered, and he listened attentively.