Chu Li frowned and looked at him, his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior's words are too arbitrary. Do you think you belong to that sect if you practice martial arts? Then Zhuanlun Temple doesn't have to compete with the surrounding martial arts sects.
That’s when Ksitigarbha Chakravartin is spread out!”
"You are using strong words." The middle-aged man shook his head: "The Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra is the secret method of Zhuanlun Temple. If you can practice it to the state of transforming the aura of the gods, that is already a very powerful state. It is not something that an outsider can do.
To achieve this, you need to have a profound understanding of Buddhism. As far as we know, you don’t seem to study Buddhist scriptures, right?"
Chu Li said: "It's just a coincidence. I have practiced to this level step by step. Just like this time, when I was almost unable to hold on, I suddenly understood the mysterious essence of the Ksitigarbha wheel. I suddenly advanced to two levels, so I was able to
I would not have reached this level without the hard work in the mausoleum."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man smiled half-heartedly.
Chu Li said: "In terms of the strictness of the review, the Secret Guard Mansion ranks first in our season. I am the secret guard of the Secret Guard Mansion. Seniors don't have to worry too much about my background!"
"People's hearts are fickle." The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "You were the secret guard of the Secret Guard Mansion. After entering the imperial mausoleum, you became depressed. It's hard to say what you did."
Chu Li said calmly: "No matter how many things you do, it has nothing to do with Zhuanlun Temple. They are Daqiu's sect and there is no threat in the mountains and distances."
"That's hard to say." The middle-aged man laughed.
Chu Li took a deep look at him, but it was a pity that Da Yuan Jing Zhi couldn't use it. It could only be seen from his subtle expression that he was very wary of himself, as if he really didn't believe himself and didn't want him to enter the inner tomb.
The origin is unclear, which is most fatal to the inner tomb guards.
He saw Zhao Xuan's face and shook his head at him. Apparently he felt that what he said was inappropriate and he should not tell the Ksitigarbha wheel.
Chu Li smiled slightly and said that the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra has a profound meaning.
"Since Xiao Hu said so, let's take it slow." The skinny old man stroked his snow-white strands of beard and muttered, "We'll talk about it after we figure it out. Anyway, there's no rush."
Chu Li was anxious in his heart, but his face was very calm: "Seniors, I am very eager for the way of the gods."
"The study of the Way of the Gods is a long process. You are still young and your character is undecided, so there is no need to worry." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Chu Li said: "I wonder how old your predecessors are?"
"I am one hundred and twenty years old." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "As far as I know, you are only over forty, right?"
Chu Li smiled helplessly: "I really can't believe that senior is so old."
"It's not too late to enter the inner mausoleum after you are a hundred years old." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Chu Li shook his head and laughed.
Seeing what he meant, if he had to wait sixty years, his way to the tomb would be blocked.
If you can't enter the inner mausoleum, you can't go into the temple to see the golden body. You can't touch the golden body, and you don't even have to think about it if you want the divine power.
"Xiao Lu, you don't have to worry." The middle-aged man laughed boldly and said, "Sixty years will pass with a snap of your fingers. If you practice hard, you will definitely be able to enter the inner tomb after you are a hundred years old!"
"I wonder what the criteria for entering the inner mausoleum are other than surviving three days and three nights?" Chu Li said lightly, looking at each old man: "You can't just let people in based on their own impressions and think they are good.
If you have a bad impression, just exclude it, right?”
"Of course there are standards." The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Beat me, and you can enter the inner tomb."
Chu Li cupped his fists and said, "Then I have to ask senior for advice."
"Xiao Hu, don't be afraid of losing!" An old man laughed.
The middle-aged man's expression did not change and he smiled and said: "Senior Zheng underestimates me. I have been cultivating here for twenty years. If I lose to this little guy again, I will really be ashamed to show off to others."
"Haha, aren't you just afraid of losing and being embarrassed?" The old man laughed.
Everyone seems to be smiling but not smiling.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Seniors like you, you are just afraid that I will not be embarrassed!"
As he spoke, he stood up and left the Grand Master's chair, came to Chu Li and said, "Xiao Lu, let's do it and see how capable you are."
Chu Li cupped his fists and said, "Senior should take action first."
"Okay, look at the palm!" The middle-aged man stopped being polite and pressed his palm with lightning speed.
This is a place where martial arts are suppressed, and there is not even one out of ten. His extremely fast speed shows that his cultivation is profound.
Chu Li extended his palm to greet him.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chu Li stood firmly on the spot, and the middle-aged man did not move back.
The two of them put their palms together, as if they were glued together, and they exerted their inner strength motionlessly.
Everyone looked at it with smiles and gave Chu Li a look of approval. It was commendable for his courage to dare to compete with his inner strength.
After a while, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he frowned and stared at Chu Li.
Chu Li smiled at each other.
Everyone became more and more interested and stared at the two of them.
They felt bored staying in Neiling all the time, like a pool of stagnant water. It would be best to see something lively.
Obviously Xiao Hu had encountered a tough situation. He was 120 years old and had been cultivating in Neiling for 20 years. He couldn't compare to a little guy in his forties. He was really embarrassed.
After a cup of tea, wisps of white mist floated from the middle-aged man's head.
The white gas is getting thicker and thicker, and after another cup of tea, the white gas is still thick.
After another cup of tea, white steam evaporated, just like boiling water.
Chu Li's expression was calm, there was no trace of sweat on his forehead, and he was at ease.
"Haha, Xiao Hu, let's stop here." The skinny old man who spoke before said with a smile: "In martial arts, the wise are first and the strong are respected. Although you are older, martial arts is not just about age.
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The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Mr. Zhao, I have no problem!"
"Is it really no problem?" The skinny old man said with a smile, "I think you are a little short of the mark."
"No!" the middle-aged man snorted.
He didn't believe that Chu Li's inner strength was deep enough to defeat him. He only relied on the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra to transfer his own inner strength away. It couldn't last long. His cultivation level was three times that of his opponent. How could he lose?
As time passed, the white air on his head became more and more intense, his face turned purple, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Chu Li was still calm and composed, his expression remained unchanged, and there was no white air coming out of his head. The superiority of the two men could be seen at a glance.
Everyone was very interested and thought it was amazing. It was not surprising that a forty-year-old could beat a hundred and twenty-year-old. There were many amazing and talented people in the martial arts world. They came from behind, but most of them fought with martial arts instead of using their internal strength.
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Internal strength still relies on the accumulation of effort. If you practice for one more year, with the same mentality, even if your qualifications are slightly worse, you will be one point better.
Chu Li suddenly spit out his palm, and with a muffled "bang" sound, the middle-aged man flew out.
Zhao Xuan flicked his fly whisk, caught him and brought him to the ground.
The middle-aged man landed steadily, his face looking ugly.
Chu Li clasped his fists: "Cheng Rang, Senior Hu!"
The middle-aged man stared at him, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "It's really amazing!" (To be continued.)