"It is not easy for a person to have limited energy and can do everything. It is not easy to be able to focus on the same thing and achieve something."
The old monk said with emotion:
"Like the ancestor of the Xiao family, he only practices Qi and pills, but does not practice the art of killing and rushing. He is the path of seeking immortality. When we practice martial arts and pursue methods of subduing demons, we naturally aim to break the void."
Zhang Wu asked sincerely:
"Then how should we enter the realm of immortals on land?"
"According to the old monk's guess, we must be free from the world and make our body and mind pure."
The old monk explained:
"If a person's heart is still in a scheming, his heart is full of distracting thoughts, his body and mind are not pure, and his six senses are not pure, he will definitely not be able to attain the Arhat fruit. How can he be called a god?"
“It makes sense.”
Zhang Wu nodded and said with regret:
"It's a pity that senior brother, you are too old, your mind is full of mind, and your qi and blood are in decline, so you don't have the chance to break the void."
“…”
Shi Bodhi's face turned dark and he almost choked to death by these words.
Zhang Wu's mouth was too damn, so I really couldn't continue talking about it this day.
But in a blink of an eye, the two of them had been communicating all day, from day to night, and from night to dawn, and they were out of control.
Qi training, astrology, Feng Shui, national fortune... I can talk about everything.
At first, Ma Liu could still make a few words, but slowly couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the two of them. He seemed to understand but was not energetic, so he simply went back to the house to sleep.
As the old monk shut up, the warm and brilliance of the morning shone in through the window, and the room was filled with light, just like everything was born, Zhang Wu was satisfied.
Over the past six years, he has already taken almost the same wisdom of Shu Bodhi, and he has also mastered various secrets of Shaolin.
The old monk accepted disciples on behalf of the master and devoted himself to teaching, and really did what he said.
Zhang Wu was naturally not stingy, and told the other party about his experience in alchemy, so he taught the immortal golden body as well.
With the three great body protection skills in hand, coupled with Shaolin's background and his own wisdom, perhaps the old monk has the opportunity to go further.
The road to martial arts is full of dangers, and practicing can kill people in one breath. Zhang Wu doesn’t like fighting unsure battles. It is better for the old monk to walk ahead and make a way out than betting on his own life.
Swallowed a Wuling Pill, calmed down the body and mind for a while, drove away the turbid air, cleared blood vessels, and eliminated impurities in the body. Zhang Wu opened his eyes again, his temperament was quiet and out of dust, and asked:
"Senior brother, do you think Emperor Jing Hao is dead?"
"Don't know."
Shi Bodhi shook his head, took some clear water, ate two fruits, and closed his eyes and calmed his body and mind.
Zhang Wu frowned slightly, only to feel something was wrong with this guy.
Whether Emperor Jing Hao died or not, the old monk should know better than himself.
The palace is decorated with a Feng Shui pattern that eliminates spiritual sensation, which Zhang Wu cannot penetrate, but the old monk must have a feeling.
If a person becomes a master, he will naturally be profound in Taoism. His 140-year-old skills cannot be caught up with by you overnight.
Of course, great spirit does not mean that the fight is powerful. As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being strong. Zhang Wu is full of energy and blood. He is carrying three great magical skills in protecting his body. He also has the Dayu Step and has eight thousand eyes. No one in the world can implicate him.
This is an invincible place.
But compared to spiritual sensing and spiritual power, Zhang Wu realized that he was no match for the old monk.
But why didn't he tell himself?
A hint of uneasiness flashed in Zhang Wu's heart.
At this moment, the restaurant door was pushed open, and a man in a flying fish suit broke in. His skin was exposed to the sun and the smell of sea water was covered with the smell of sea water.
"Are you... Yan Ji?"
Zhang Wu was stunned for a moment and almost didn't recognize him.
Emperor Jing Hao abolished the Fufu Department, Yan Ji led a group of people to run away, started a new job, and created the Heilongtai, a Jianghu organization.
They have many evidence files of corrupt officials and control a large number of officials. They have been prosperous in the past two years and have become the number one intelligence organization in the world.
"I've seen Master Wu."
Yan Ji held his fists and bowed meticulously.
"Brother Yan, please be polite."
Zhang Wu stood up and returned the salute.
Ma Liu heard the sound and walked out of the room, down the stairs and asked:
“How is the situation overseas?”
Yan Ji bowed and said respectfully:
"Sir Hui, the Kui Mo Sect is across the sea from us. They implement the sect-controlled country system. Aristocratic dynasties must be under the sect. The lord of a sect is higher than the imperial power and can decide the emperor's appointment and removal and life and death."
"It turns out to be like this?"
Ma Liu frowned.
The sect overwhelms the imperial power, which means that overseas martial arts are supreme, and the martial arts civilization is so prosperous that it is not a little bit more than Dakun, that even the imperial power cannot restrain the sect.
Zhang Wu glanced at Shi Bodhi.
Isn’t this the ultimate goal of Shaolin?
The sects control the country and make it form vassal states on their territory. Whoever does not respect the Buddha will destroy anyone.
Yan Ji continued to report:
"This Kui Mo Sect belongs to the great devil sect and is very evil. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples and more than ten elders all at the supreme master realm. The territory they manage is many times wider than Dakun."
After a pause, Yan Ji said in a deep voice:
"After my investigation and visit, I bribed a senior executive of the Kui Mo Sect. An elder of the sect did take a young man with double pupils and six fingers as his disciple and took him by his side to teach him for three years. However, if you want to get the true teaching, you must
Only when conditions are met”
"What conditions?" Ma Liu asked solemnly.
Yan Ji stood up and replied:
"One, I became a grand master before the age of forty."
"Second, seize the Dakun Dynasty, become the king of the country, incorporate Dakun into the territory of the Kui Mo Sect, and grant the monarch's power."
"three……"
Yan Ji hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Defeat a genius who also became a grandmaster before the age of 40, bring back the Kui Mo Sect, and live to try the poison."
Ma Liu changed his face.
The old monk suddenly narrowed his eyes and showed his sharpness.
Zhang Wu's face was cold.
The only one who became a great master under the age of forty was the fourth child except Lao Si.
Xiao Jingchen would never let his elder brother go. He would definitely make a desperate move and leave no living, otherwise he would not be able to sit steadily on the throne.
Then the only genius who can bring back the Kui Mo Sect will be left with himself.
If you try poison, life is worse than death.
Physical pain is nothing, I am afraid of making you a monster, no one, no ghost, like a monster.
That kind of psychological torture and non-human torture is enough to cause anyone to mentally collapse.
"Either you die, or I die!"
Zhang Wu's eyes flashed with cold light, and his murderous intent was boiling. He turned his head and said:
"Uncle Six, let's go back to Beijing. Whether Emperor Jing Hao dies or not, I will kill Xiao Jingchen first."
"Okay, I'll go pack up the gift."
Ma Liu nodded decisively, went upstairs and went back to the house, and closed the door.
But he did not clean up his belongings at the first time, but instead wrote down the overseas situation, opened the window, and whistled, a swift eagle immediately fell down.
After stuffing the note into the eagle's foot's messaging bucket, letting the eagle fly, Ma Liu packed his luggage.
On his back, a trace of sadness flashed across his face before leaving the door, and he sighed: