Chapter 140: Peerless Li Dingxun, Xumi's Spiritual Will
Li Dingxun disappeared from people's sight.
The Second Young Master, the Third Young Lady, and the Fourth Young Master of the Master of the Lion Sect are all very famous. They have practiced martial arts well at a young age and have become famous in the Pure Land and in the world. But when people ask the eldest Young Master, they answer that they don't know.
The eldest son of the Lion-Signature Li family, people know nothing about his current situation. But what is particularly reassuring is that his reputation within the Lion-Signature Sect is also very average.
When it comes to this eldest son, most people in the Lion phase sect will dismiss him as "weird" or "trash" in a low voice.
The Lion Sect has internal assessments every month, which are screened through fighting. Seventy percent of the people will be judged as unqualified and then receive punishment. The lower the ranking, the more severe the punishment. Although they are all arranged to practice hard, but
Waste will suffer the most painful torture, and almost every year there are disciples who die suddenly during training, or who commit suicide because they cannot bear it anymore.
What about the son of the sect leader? He has never participated in any assessment, but he enjoys the top resources, and all skills are open to him.
There will always be people who can't stand it.
But the majesty of these three people, Li Piguang and his wife, and deputy sect leader Shi Minghua, could not be questioned. Therefore, the voices of complaints were lower than the buzzing of mosquitoes.
In the eyes of the sect leader, his eldest son is a talent.
Whether it is horizontal training, stunts, body skills, or hard Qigong, he can learn it without fail. But when it comes to spiritual methods such as visualizing the lion's will, he becomes extremely stupid.
He is like a piece of iron, hard enough, but without a real edge, so it cannot be called a weapon. It can only be used against the enemy by smashing it. This method is enough to deal with ordinary martial arts masters, but it is not suitable for those who are knowledgeable in the occult.
Fighting with masters will be very difficult.
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Fifteen-year-old Li Dingxun, nine feet tall with black hair hanging down to his waist, stood in the yard and boxed slowly, wearing a simple training uniform.
There are four very simple moves, both forward and reverse. They are exactly the ninth-level Pushing Mountain Palm, an entry-level move.
Even with such a rudimentary martial arts, Li Dingxun still practiced it very seriously. The essence of Pushing Mountain Palm is a force of strength. If it can be exploded, it is regarded as successful.
At the beginning of the year, Li Dingxun had developed his first-level clumsy hands, and his external skills had reached their peak. When he returned to practicing the basics, he had a master's degree, and a simple strength had evolved into hundreds of variations.
But no matter what, it's just a leisurely adjustment. He actually doesn't care much about whether his martial arts is strong or not. He prefers to hone his own sense.
And ever since he decided to be a rock, he tried his best not to let his subjective emotions affect his moves.
A move is a move.
There is no joy or boredom.
People who have seen Li Dingxun practice martial arts say that his boxing is just like his person, silent and cold.
October 15th.
This is an unusual day. Maybe the full moon is a sight, but there is a full moon every month.
But Li Dingxun knew that this day was very important to him.
The old ghost told him that as long as he opened his crown chakra, he would be told the true meaning of Mount Sumeru.
But what the old ghost didn't tell him was that to open the crown chakra, one needs to practice the supreme yoga method of becoming a god.
Brahman I and One.
For Li Dingxun, there seems to be no bottleneck in the cultivation of internal strength. As long as he practices step by step, he can reach the realm that people in the martial arts dream of. This is a talent that has amazed the old ghost many times.
However, no matter how smart a person is, he still needs to practice hard.
From the ninth level to the divine level, the internal skills and moves of the two top sects in the world.
It took Li Dingxun ten years.
Practice hard during the day, and practice hard at night in the Pure Land.
Twenty years create a peerless strong man.
In the old ghost's mouth, it's just a good sentence.
"The fourteen venerables are all supreme masters and unparalleled magnificence. Some of them have reached your current achievements at a very young age because they are closest to Bodhisattva and Brahma."
"Bodhisattva is Brahma?"
"No, but Bodhisattva seems to want to become Brahma."
"How do you know?"
"From the Pure Land." The old ghost sighed with a face full of vicissitudes of life. "The Pure Land is being perfected little by little. In the future, it will even be possible for people to enter in real form, maybe already. There is a universe and reincarnation, so how is it different from a real world?
"
Li Dingxun was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of the stone wall.
"You haven't gone to get the epiphyllum seal yet, have you?" The old ghost suddenly said, "You have been able to pick the epiphyllum so many times in the past ten years, but why don't you?"
"Flowers grow on rhizomes and roots are rooted in the soil. This is natural. Why should I break it?"
"No wonder..."
"What's the wonder?"
"Go and pick one. Get your own little pure land."
"I thought the Pure Land of the Holy Path was so big that it could accommodate me alone."
"It's different. Epiphyllum is a gift from Bodhisattva to the world." The old ghost smiled slightly, "Go and pluck the epiphyllum, and I will teach you Sumeru's divine will."
Now it was a little too hard to refuse.
Li Dingxun stood up, jumped out of the grotto with a slight jump.
There is a sea of flowers all over the mountain, and each one is so beautiful. It’s hard to know where to start for a while, just like a piece of exquisite dessert, I don’t know where to take the first bite.
So I grabbed a branch at random.
The petals rotated and flew into his eyebrows.
The next moment, he appeared in a blank square.
The sky is still dark purple, and the ground is pure white, completely flat. Looking around, you can see a straight horizon.
no the same.
It no longer feels like a dream.
Li Dingxun clenched his fists, and his body told him that he was not in the Pure Land.
In another space.
The old ghost said that people can enter the real world, and it turned out to be true. Li Dingxun went in and out of his little pure land many times, even carrying some objects. Sure enough, this is a real world.
It is said that the Little Pure Land is where all wishes come true, but Li Dingxun tried repeatedly, from silent chanting to shouting, but nothing appeared out of thin air as he imagined.
By this time he had completely understood.
The Bodhisattva gave such a rich gift to the venerables in the Pure Land of the Holy Path.
One flower, one world, such a Zen idea is really amazing.
The Bodhisattva has such magical powers, so as his agent in the human world, what kind of powerful person will the Buddha be? What does his Sumeru Palm look like?
The Vajra Sect has a palm with a similar name called the Four Divine Palms of Mount Sumeru, but Lao Gui himself admitted that compared with Buddha's palm techniques, it is just a piece of stinking shit.
He was about to experience this extraordinary martial arts, and Li Dingxun's stubborn heart began to waver slightly.
The old ghost looked at the tall man in front of him.
Can't stop smiling on his face.
This kind of smile is unfamiliar.
Different from his usual arrogance, joking, ridicule, and pride.
The old ghost smiled happily.
It was the first time in ten years that Li Dingxun saw him smiling so happily.
"why are you laughing?"
"The disciple who laughs at me will be the second Buddhist disciple and the best in the world. Isn't this worthy of my amusement?"
"Could knowing a little bit of Sumeru's true meaning make me a Buddhist?"
"Of course not, you will only be the dust raised by the soles of Buddha's feet, but even this little bit of dust is enough for you to beat the shit out of those stinky bird eggs in the world!"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." The expression on the old ghost's face was still the same, grinning but his eyes were calm, "I only hope you can do one thing."
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong with him. Li Dingxun said to himself.
"Plant this epiphyllum all over the mountains and rivers of the world."
"what you up to?"
The old ghost didn't answer, but suddenly roared, "This is the 36th Dharma King of the Infinite Vajra Sect, Gonpo!" He raised his right hand.
Li Dingxun's chest was rolling, and the air flow was vibrating on his vocal cords, but his words were swallowed up by the light.
"Sumi Palm!"
The gongbu burned and turned into a four-sided square cone, rushing towards Li Dingxun.
glare.
Golden, quality-filled light.
Li Dingxun recalled the time when he knelt in front of Kampot Karmapa and his palms rubbed the top of his head.
There is no texture, like gauze and clouds.
But now, it's so heavy.
In the golden torrent, Li Dingxun's iron-like body was constantly broken, and then reorganized under the power of the pure land.