Jiang Zhe clasped his hands together devoutly and knelt before the statue of Wu Sheng with great concentration.
He just felt that at this moment, he seemed to be extremely peaceful, forgetting all his worries, and the worries and burdens of the past seemed to have faded a bit.
"Have you ever practiced martial arts?" Wang Yan said quietly.
Jiang Zhe shook his head quickly: "I am alone, and I am already very busy with life and studies. I don't have any extra time or money to practice. I have tried the popular exercises on the market, but I can't feel any breath.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have enough talent.”
Wang Yan frowned slightly and said softly: "Aren't you talented enough? How old are you this year?"
"Ten, eighteen. Grandmaster Wang Yan, can I no longer practice?" Jiang Zhe said with a hint of anxiety.
He was really unwilling to let the opportunity that was about to come to him, the opportunity that was about to change his destiny, leave him just like that.
"If you start practicing now, you have already missed the best golden age. Let me ask the teacher to cut the marrow and change the muscles and bones for you. Also, remember one thing, remember to call me teacher in the future, you are already mine
I am a disciple." Wang Yan spoke slowly.
Teacher? That martial arts true immortal? But didn’t that one break into the void and go away?
Wang Yan saw the confusion in Jiang Zhe's eyes and said with a faint smile: "Teacher's magical power is the power of an immortal."
He burned incense in front of the statue, carefully held the Human Emperor's Order, and said softly: "Teacher, disciple Wang Yan, please use your magical power to cut the marrow of Jiang Zhe's Book of Changes."
The divine capital of the Tang Dynasty, Fengtiantai, the central place.
Chen Xiu was as silent as an old monk in trance, as quiet as a rock, practicing in seclusion, adjusting his breath and stabilizing his cultivation.
At this time, the darkness behind him suddenly dimmed, as if it penetrated a certain vast universe.
Deep in the Qingming, an illusory thread with golden light penetrated the sea of thousands of miles of stars and fell on him.
Then, many threads of cause and effect intertwined, light and shadow condensed, and Chen Xiu's incarnation of the Human Emperor quietly emerged and opened his eyes.
"Oh, Wang Yan's movements are quite fast."
The incarnation of the Human Emperor nodded slightly, his five fingers seemed to be teasing the thread of cause and effect in the void, and a pure and incomparable warm sun fell on his fingertips.
"With the help of the thread of cause and effect, magical powers can be transmitted across thousands of miles. If used properly, it will be enough to help me preach in many worlds, establish a god-like image of a martial saint, and build more 'others and me'. It will be more beneficial
I have achieved the status of Earth Immortal!"
In the Martial Temple, it was extremely quiet.
Jiang Zhe was holding his breath and concentrating, when suddenly there was a bright light blooming in front of his eyes. He raised his head in a daze, and saw Wang Yan's palm, as if there was a big sun rising into the sky!
Incomparably warm and extremely bright!
"Really, is it really possible?" Jiang Zhe's mind was completely occupied by shock, almost sluggish.
He knew very well that the Martial Saint shattered the void and escaped into the immortal world, a divine existence comparable to that of immortals and Buddhas!
It is simply unbelievable that such a big man can actually respond to a mortal in this world!
You know, the uncles and aunts on the street pray to immortals and worship Buddha day and night. After many years of hard work, they have not received any response!
And now, the immortal who can respond to mortals is right in front of him!!
"Jiang Zhe, close your eyes and concentrate, feel the breath in your body, and feel the changes in your body!" Wang Yan spoke in a deep voice, slowly raised his hand, and the sun bloomed and fell into Jiang Zhe's body.
In an instant, infinite light flashed, and Jiang Zhe felt as if he was bathing in a warm ocean, feeling extremely comfortable and warm.
There is an inexplicable burning heat circulating among the limbs and bones, and invisible energy gathers in the center of the fist!!
This was the first time he felt like this, that he actually had such power!!
When the light faded, Jiang Zhe touched his face and hands, somewhat unbelievable.
The wounds, injuries and hidden illnesses that had accumulated over time no longer existed, and his body became extremely strong and strong, as if he had endless strength, as if he had changed into a different person.
"My teacher, the Martial Saint, has already used his magical power to change your body and cut the marrow for you." Wang Yan said lightly, "Now, follow my instructions and try to sense the Qi in your body.
To temper the qi and blood in the body."
Jiang Zhe nodded repeatedly when he heard the words. After he calmed down, he followed Wang Yan's guidance and felt the breath fluctuations in his body.
Soon, he felt the flow of qi and blood, as well as the gathering of breath in his Dantian.
"Ju, it's so fast?"
Jiang Zhe looked extremely shocked.
He knew his talent very well. When martial arts was booming, he tried to practice, but he couldn't feel any energy at all, so he gave up on martial arts.
Now, can it be so fast?
"Lord Martial Saint, my teacher, your master, he is a true martial arts immortal, a being above the human world. Cutting the marrow of the Yi Jing is just a piece of cake for him." Wang Yan chuckled, meaning
He said profoundly: "Nowadays, most of the gods worshiped in the world are just stone statues and wood carvings. How many of them can be as holy as Teacher? As long as the heart is sincere, Teacher can give blessings."
"Teacher, can I invite a statue of the Holy Martial Arts to be worshiped day and night?" Jiang Zhe asked in a low voice.
"Of course you can. However, the statue of the Martial Saint you carve must be what you imagine in your mind. The Martial Saint exists in everyone's heart, and there is no fixed board. Whatever he looks like in your heart, that's what he is."
Wang Yan spoke slowly.
Although he didn't understand the teacher's intention, he still did it.
There was confusion in Jiang Zhe's eyes: The image I imagined in my mind?
Wang Yan nodded: "That's right. Don't worry about it, don't think too much. You should practice martial arts first and think about it in your mind. I'll give you two months. After two months, when the time is up, who is the Martial Saint in your heart?
Whatever image you have, you can make it! Moreover, in the future, you can use the name of the Martial Saint to establish a martial arts hall and help more ordinary people who are bullied like you. Okay, that's it for today. Your own private affairs
, you can go take care of it."
Jiang Zhe, who walked out of the Martial Arts Temple, felt a little dazed, as if his destiny had really been changed.
You can practice martial arts by yourself, and you don't have to be afraid of those people anymore.
Passing by the temple, he saw many old people worshiping the brought back Buddha statues. Jiang Zhe felt a sense of superiority in his heart: These Buddha statues are just clay and wood sculptures, with no spirituality at all, and they are completely inferior to the Martial Saint!
Worshiping them is worse than not worshiping them!
After handling your personal affairs, you will erect a statue of Master Wusheng when you come back.
Well, if you can, consider gathering more like-minded people.