Eight hundred and fourteenth chapter hundred pulse Buddha clothes
Buzz!
Just like the dense buzzing of a bell or a huge river, or like a stormy sea crashing against a cliff, the dull sound turns into waves, rolling and reverberating in the secret room, forming an endless buzzing, an echo like the roar of a majestic dragon!
However, the light golden brilliance on Wu Ming's body is flickering. If you look closely, you will find that there are layers of ripples, like dragon scales, and the reflected lichen spider silk flickers.
Every time it flickered, its brilliance dimmed a little. I don't know how long it took, but with a burst of golden light, it became completely dim and scattered into ashes.
Buzz!
In an instant, the golden light burst out, and immediately entered the body fiercely. The golden lines like dragon scales seemed to come to life, wandering around, and finally, after countless twists, they gradually became consistent with the veins in the body.
"Open all the meridians!"
Wu Ming exhaled loudly, and his whole body shook wildly. The roar of dragons was mighty, like a river rushing endlessly, or like a group of dragons roaring, dancing mightily in the sky. Golden light erupted from his spine, hooking up to his ribs, up to the Tianmen above his head, and down to Xuanyin.
Caudal vertebrae.
With a dull buzzing sound, King Ming's Dharma image dissipated violently, turning into torrents, integrating into the spine, and traveling along the golden light. In just a few breaths, it spread throughout the body, making Wu Ming seem to be covered with a golden cloak!
The jade-colored rays of light interspersed and overlapped on it, just like the golden threads on the Buddha's clothes. The Wu Mingbao phase* reflected there was a touch of peace, but it revealed unparalleled majesty, just like the angry-eyed Vajra alive!
"King Kong Appears!"
Wu Ming shouted in a low voice, and his body with his spine as the core buzzed, and strands of golden light poured out of the body surface, flickering in and out, and a ball of golden thread was outlined behind his back in the blink of an eye.
As the power surged within the body, the golden thread ball became more and more solid and brighter, and finally turned into a ball of golden light that was several feet high and had a human-shaped outline.
"Om!"
In a trance, it seemed like Wu Ming was humming, or it seemed to be emanating from the golden light, like a buzzing sound like a bell or a bell.
"Mah!"
Then there was another sound, and the golden light gradually cracked, revealing a vast and majestic sound. It was the sound of Buddhist chanting.
"Bami!"
As the third tone sounded, two thick protrusions poked out from the golden light. They turned out to be two extremely solid arms, as if they were made of gold. They were raised toward the sky, drawing half of the sky, and slowly extending downwards.
"Hum!"
When the fourth Sanskrit chant sounded, the arms stretched out and finally overlapped below. The golden light was stretched out, revealing a golden statue inside that was vaguely similar to Wu Ming!
"Om mani padmi hum!"
Wu Ming's lips moved, not very loudly, but he spit out a Sanskrit chant that shook the sky. As the last syllable was uttered, the golden light spread out by the golden statue suddenly surged, tightly sticking to the body surface, turning into a golden collar.
cassock.
If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that the golden cassock flickers on and off, just like the wandering jade-colored light, which reflects the hundreds of veins in Wu Ming's body. Every intersection is consistent with the hidden orifices in the body. It is completely him.
The external manifestation of your own body!
This is the Wuji Dharma, which has infinite possibilities and can accommodate what you have learned and the will of martial arts in all shapes and sizes!
The difference is that Wu Ming used the Mingwang Dharma in "Mingwang Fudozun" as the basis to create this legendary Dharma.
That Sanskrit chant is exactly the six-character mantra passed down from Tantra!
When King Ming's Dharma was first formed, the Zen sounds of heaven and earth that came out spontaneously merged with the Wuji Dharma, and its power was doubled!
"It's finally done!"
Looking sideways at the King Ming's Faxiang who was several feet tall, Wu Ming couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at this time despite his perseverance.
Feeling the surging power in his body, there was no surprise at all. Not only did his cultivation level break through to the peak of the first level of Dharma-Phase Spiritual Silence, the same "Mingwang Fudo" also reached the peak state of the fifth level, the Hundred Veins of Gold and Iron.
Both Qi and martial arts broke through, and his combat power doubled, finally making up for the shortcomings between him and the geniuses of the same level!
"Buddha's Cloth of Hundred Meridians!"
Wu Ming smiled slightly and spread his arms.
King Ming's dharma image buzzed forward and turned into a thin screen of light, all integrated into the golden cassock, draped around Wu Ming's body like a Buddhist robe.
This is the embodiment of the fifth level of power, but it is not the power brought by a single "Mingwang Fudozon". It embodies Wu Ming's many efforts, the core of which is the "Golden Bell".
“Not bad, not bad!”
Wu Ming glanced around, nodded with satisfaction, and was slightly shocked. The golden light was completely restrained, and countless streams of light surged across his body, as if there was a layer of transparent invisible scales attached, fleeting.
"What happened here is that there is no need to stay in Bianliang any longer!"
Putting on his home clothes, Wu Ming walked out of the secret room in high spirits. Unsurprisingly, he saw Wu Fu fishing in the secret room in the courtyard.
On the small table next to it, there is a bamboo basket with needlework and other sundries inside. At a glance, you can tell that it is a mulberry jingjing item.
"Fu Bo!"
Wu Ming restrained all his breath until Zhang Xu left and said.
"ah?"
Wu Fu flicked his wrist and came back to his senses in shock, with a look of shock in his eyes, "The young master is out of seclusion? Your breath... hiss, why can't I feel it?"
"It is indeed a breakthrough. Uncle Fu also knows that the "Mingwang Fudo" I practiced is extremely special. It is a secret that is not taught in the Tantric Sect. It was you who forced it for me at the big auction back then. This time Qianlongyuan got it.
The opportunity is not small, I didn’t expect to have such an ability to hold my breath and disappear!”
Wu Ming said truthfully.
"Okay, I'm relieved now!"
Wu Fu was overjoyed.
He is not an ordinary great master. He was a strong man forged through countless battles in those years. Although his strength cannot be said to be the best at his level, at least he has never been afraid of anyone when fighting alone.
However, with his senses, he could not detect Wu Ming's approach, which fully shows the proficiency of this skill. Of course, it also has Wu Ming's own talent. If he uses it properly, if he travels far away, his safety will naturally be greatly increased.
"How long have I been in seclusion?"
Wu Ming asked casually.
He has not been practicing for many years, so he really has no confidence.
"Seven days!"
Wu Fu smiled and caressed his beard, then immediately pulled away and said solemnly, "Recently there are rumors in the capital that the man in Zhongtang was injured at the hands of the Sword Immortal, and his holy path has been cut off..."
"It's true!"
Wu Ming knew that he couldn't hide it, so he spoke quietly.
"I see, I have misunderstood him all these years!"
Wu Fu sighed.
Come to think of it, Prince Wu's family was in decline, Wu Ming had been a hostage in Beijin for five years, and life was worse than death. It was not that he didn't have resentment in his heart, but he just didn't show it easily.
"Uncle Fu, the matter about my uncle has been spread, and the capital is probably not stable..."
Wu Ming's eyes flashed with worry.
"Haha, it doesn't matter!"
Wu Fu smiled and waved his hand, and said calmly, "What is supposed to come will come eventually. We are all old and have looked away. But you don't have to worry. Your Aunt Jing and I have decided to live in Shanlaishan permanently. If you are finished with your work,
You can go there to find us."
"good!"
Wu Ming's eyes were slightly red.
This old man has dedicated most of his life to Prince Wu's Mansion and has served three generations of the Wu family for nearly a decade without any regrets. He has wasted his good years and it's time to enjoy life with his beloved wife!
"What are you two talking about?"
From a distance, Sang Jingjing came over carrying a food box, her graceful and graceful appearance revealed the tranquility and vicissitudes of life, and she looked at Wu Ming lovingly.
"Aunt Jing!"
Wu Ming took the food box, didn't care about anything else, shook his cheeks, and swept away the remaining clouds.
"Slow down, slow down, I won't do it until it's not enough!"
Sang Jingjing patted Wu Ming on the back.
Parents are generally like this. Being able to watch their children eat well and sleep well is enough to satisfy their simple wishes!
On that day, Wu Ming did not practice any practice and chatted with his two elders for the whole day. He got up early the next morning, took a bath and changed clothes, and took the few remaining elderly people in Prince Wu's residence to Ciyun Yuan Ancestral Hall to worship their ancestors.
Wu Fu, Sang Jingjing, Hu Cang, Chai Qing, Sun Shanwu, and Xu Chengan came forward one by one to offer incense, pray silently, and silently tell what happened in the past few years.
"Uncle Fu, some things must be understood after all, but I think my grandparents are in heaven and don't want me to go too far!"
After leaving the ancestral hall, Wu Ming put on a court dress, a brocade robe and a five-clawed python robe. It was an exceptional prince's attire obtained in exchange for five years as a pledge of his predecessor. He wore a certain purple jade tassel crown and a red jade belt tied under his chin.
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"Hey, I didn't expect that the heroic old prince could be..."
Wu Fu sighed, with sadness looming in his brows, "No matter what, don't do anything too outrageous!"
The four people from Hu Cang arranged the carriage. Wu Ming, Wu Fu, and Sang Jingjing drove together. Sun Shanwu and Xu Cheng'an rode on the left and right to lead the way. They left the Prince Wu's Mansion and headed straight for the most prosperous area in the inner city of Bianliang.
Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a slightly low-key and elegant courtyard gate, with two words on it - Liu Mansion!
"Please inform me that my prince is visiting Mr. Iron Sword King!"
Chai Qing stepped forward and handed over the gilded post, showing great courtesy.
The disciple was also very discerning and did not dare to neglect. He took the post and saw that it was the name of Prince Wu's residence. He quickly led everyone into the side room to serve tea and waited, and rushed to the backyard with the post in hand.
Around the time of making tea, a tall, white-haired old man came quickly, it was Liu Jing!
"I've met the prince!"
Liu Jing looked solemn, and after saluting, he said softly, "My lord, please come this way. My master is waiting in the backyard!"
"Thank you!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly and followed up leisurely, showing his calmness and unhurriedness.
Wu Fu and Sang Jingjing followed closely, and Hu Cang and the other two stayed close by. The people from the Iron Sword Palace did not say much, and Liu Jing led the way.
After passing through many courtyards, we came to an elegant and quiet garden. From a distance, we saw five or six people standing in the pavilion. Only a tall, thin old man who was not angry or intimidating was sitting upright. He was none other than Iron Sword King Liu Xuan.
"Coming tomorrow!"
Liu Xuan's son, Liu Pingsheng, greeted with a warm smile.
"I've met the old prince, I've met my uncle!"
Wu Ming bowed his hands and said straight to the point, "I am dissatisfied with the two elders. I came here today to prepare a small gift for my grandfather's belongings stored in the Liu family. I would like to thank the old prince for taking care of them on behalf of our ancestors!"
Chai Qing stepped forward and presented a brocade box, which he opened with a snap, revealing a dozen exquisite jade bottles with many magical runes engraved on them. At a glance, it was clear that they were jade bottles made with special techniques to store elixirs.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Chengan placed a rectangular wooden box, which contained seven or eight yellowed books and several ancient jade slips.
Sun Shanwu opened a wooden box, and there were twelve swords neatly stacked inside. Just by looking at his breath, he saw that they were twelve top-grade mysterious weapons! (To be continued)