Chapter 326: Martial arts practice is like observing a mountain, the Immovable Vajra in the Eight Places (first update)
Seeing the gray-robed old monk in front of him, Yang Yu almost burst into tears, and it took him 120% of his strength to suppress the throbbing in his heart.
Bodhidharma!
Yang Yu clenched his fingers tightly and broke out in a cold sweat. The realm of the old monk in front of him was as unfathomable as the ocean. Even if he didn't have the slightest malice, it made his mind tense and unable to relax.
But if an ordinary person looks at it, he is just an old monk with a plain appearance.
He is very short, dry and has no flesh, his face is wrinkled and his eyes are very small, but his eyes are very clear, like a child.
He clasped his hands together, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Suddenly, he calmed down.
"Huiding, do you have some understanding?"
"Somewhat enlightened."
Yang Yu's heart tightened.
Although the person in front of him was just an illusion, the spirit left behind by the founder of Zen Buddhism more than two thousand years ago, he always felt that the old monk seemed to see something.
"It's good to have some understanding."
The old monk nodded.
"The great master teaches well."
Yang Yu lowered his head slightly, guessing the purpose of the old monk's visit.
"What I preached is only sixteen words: 'Indestructible, invincible to all poisons, indestructible as a diamond, and extremely strong and yang'. How you achieve this level depends on your own temperament."
The old monk shook his head.
Capacity?
Chewing the old monk's words in his heart, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. As he said, this Vajra Indestructible Body is not a martial art in the ordinary sense.
If a thousand people study, there will be a thousand ways.
"The most powerful thing in Buddhism is Vajra. The root of this martial arts is not in Qi, not in Gang, not in the physical body, but in the heart."
The old monk said slowly:
"If you don't understand your own mind and don't understand the vajra mind, no matter how thick your inner breath is and how dense your true energy is, if your mind doesn't reach the state of 'eight immovable', it can't be called 'indestructible'."
"The heart of Vajra is immovable in the eight places..."
Yang Yu explained the meaning of the old monk's words.
In fact, he knows a lot about the principles of spiritual practice. There are too many such statements in the six-door desk room.
However, it is easier said than done.
Completely annihilating the obscurations of afflictions, obscurations of perception, all attachments, being unmoved by all things, becoming immovable, and immovable in the eight grounds, this is the bodhisattva mind.
Yang Yu understands this truth, and there is a gap as far as heaven and earth between understanding and doing it.
He will get angry when he sees injustice, he will be happy when he sees a woman he admires, he will have murderous intentions when his relatives and friends are injured, he will encounter a huge change, and he may even become decadent and unable to recover.
This is not something you just need to understand.
"Your mind is quite good, your talent is not bad, and your understanding is higher than that of ordinary people. You can't even speak of a Buddha's heart, but you have the appearance of a glaring Vajra."
The old monk commented, and before the latter could think deeply, he added:
"Let me see your understanding."
"Um?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and saw the old monk standing with a smile, and became interested in him.
He himself was extremely curious about this great master of Zen Buddhism. After hearing these words, he naturally would not pretend to deny anything. There was green-gold light flowing out from his pinched fingers, and he punched without hesitation.
call!
When the fist falls, the wind moves.
With Yang Yu's physical strength and martial arts at this time, this punch was triggered, and the sudden strong wind was enough to shake the entire Zen room into powder. However, as soon as the breeze rose, it was completely destroyed.
It was like being completely swallowed by a black hole, without causing any ripples.
A dry palm opened up, as immovable as the earth, easily eliminating all the energy surges, and then it came back and covered Yang Yuqi's punch.
Slow and steady.
"Come again!"
Yang Yu's eyes lit up, and the fighting spirit dissipated some of the fear in his heart.
Missing a blow, he pulled his arm back, squeezed his fist seals, and with a surge of inner energy, punched again!
Because he was worried about his identity being revealed, he never urged the domineering punch, but when this punch was thrown, the blood energy and the true energy were intertwined.
With one punch, even if the invisible energy spreads all around, the entire Zen room and the small courtyard outside it will emit a buzzing sound, as if they are about to be shaken and jump up.
Fine dust and scattered snow were all shaken off the ground.
"not bad!"
Seeing this punch, a flash of light seemed to flash in the old monk's eyes. Immediately, his palm bloomed like a lotus, accepting the power of the punch again.
boom!
There was a muffled sound that seemed to be high but low, and then disappeared in a flash.
It was still like a mud cow falling into the sea. This punch clearly had a collision, but it seemed to be empty and unforced. It was even more uncomfortable than punching the sky.
"this……"
At this moment, Yang Prison was finally moved.
He was not surprised that the founder of Zen Buddhism could take his fist. What shocked him was that all the force of his punch was absorbed by him, and his clothes did not flutter.
He didn’t even give up!
This is not only about his martial arts skills, but also about the old monk's physique and strength, which are even better than his own at this time!
"not bad."
The old monk was slightly approving. He swayed his robe sleeves, flexed and stretched his five fingers, and nodded with a smile, as if he were holding a flower.
boom!
With a click of a finger, Yang Yu's pupils shrank. In a daze, he felt as if there were waves surging in front of his eyes, and a reed was floating in the middle. The old monk put his hands on it.
Suddenly, huge waves surged, and a huge thing appeared under the water, rolling up undercurrents and stormy waves, trying to hit the old monk with great force.
At the right time, the old monk pressed down with one hand, and his dry five fingers opened like jade pillars.
Just a ride, a lift, a throw.
The huge thing, which was blue-grey in color and was ten feet away, was suddenly thrown into the sky!
It wasn't until the reeds floated away, so far away that they couldn't be seen, that the giant fish weighing tens of thousands of kilograms fell heavily, splashing thousands of waves, and screamed without being hurt.
Is this, Buddha throwing an elephant?!
No, it’s Bodhidharma throwing a whale!
call!
It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like an instant, Yang Yu's retreating steps fell to the ground, and the light and shadow in front of him disappeared. At the same time, the figure of the old monk disappeared.
Just as it left without a trace, it will leave without a trace.
"Buddha throws elephants..."
Yang Yu came to his senses, but the feeling in his heart could not subside for a long time.
Suddenly I understood what martial arts practice is like observing a mountain.
Thousands of miles away, it is as majestic as a flat mountain. It doesn't seem to be very high, but the closer you get, the more majestic you feel.
You can't clearly see the majesty of the mountains unless you walk to the foot of the mountain.
Once, when he was just beginning to master martial arts, he saw Zhang Xuanba in the illusion of Liuji Mountain. He only felt that he was strong, but he seemed to think that he was not that unattainable, but that was because he was too far away from the mountain.
At this moment, he had already reached the giant mountain of martial arts and had a foundation. Looking at it again at this moment, the old monk in front of him was incredibly tall.
"Grandmaster? Or Martial Saint..."
After a long while, Yang Yu finally digested the throbbing in his heart and felt the changes in himself.
In one day, he learned the Vajra Indestructible Body and the Buddha's Throwing Elephant. Even though the time was too short and he had not studied it deeply, Yang Yu still noticed the huge changes in himself.
This martial art and this secret technique are both extraordinary martial arts in the ordinary sense. The former seems to be a horizontal practice but is not a horizontal practice, and the latter seems to be a way to fight the enemy and also has the function of strengthening the body.
When the two phases are superimposed, even the dullest person can detect his own changes, let alone Yang Prison.
"strength!"
Closing his eyes slightly, Yang Yu felt the power surging within his body rushing like a river and the sea.
His strength has not improved significantly, but it has become more condensed, like a piece of ore being forged into pig iron.
The total amount seems to be decreasing instead of increasing, but in terms of his personal use and urging, it has become more and more arbitrary and solid.
only……
Opening his eyes and looking out at the empty house, Yang Yu's eyes were full of solemnity and doubt:
"Why did he teach me about 'Buddha throwing elephants'?"
It's scary to think about it.
This secret technique is of great use to Yang Yu, but what he shows at this time is Hui Ding, who has learned this secret technique a long time ago...
…
A sleepless night.
Throughout the night, Yang Yu was digesting the two newly learned skills. It was not until the morning class bell rang and the sky was getting brighter that he walked out of the meditation room.
A symbolic burden.
As soon as they went out, they met the Master and Disciple of Taoist Yun walking towards them. After working hard for many days, these two Taoists looked quite strong and capable.
"Grandmaster."
When they saw Yang Yu, they looked at their noses with their eyes, their noses at their hearts, and they bit their back molars and made a grand salute.
These days, they are really envious. They are like oxen and horses. They fall asleep every day when they are tired. They are not living a human life.
But the person in front of me spends his days either meditating in the meditation room or going to the Sutra Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures and do martial arts.
The treatment was completely different, and this salute really made them uncomfortable.
Their thoughts were astonishing, but they didn't care much. They smiled slightly and asked:
"How have you been these days?"
Taoist Yun had a dark face and reluctantly replied, "It's okay," but he was a little speechless.
Mu Shaoyou, on the other hand, clasped his hands together and responded to the Buddha's name in a decent manner, saying: "Master Huiding, when do we set off?"
Only then did Yang Prison see that the two of them seemed to have packed some items, and he couldn't help but be surprised:
"I didn't seem to say I would take you down the mountain..."
"Um?"
Taoist Yun raised his head in shock: "Didn't you ask for the two of us to accompany you?"
Mu Shaoyou was also a little confused.
"……I forgot."
Yang Yu paused, then came back to his senses and said: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain..."
There were ripples in his heart.
Of course he wanted to take Taoist Yun down the mountain. After all, the old Taoist priest seemed to know many secrets about this fairyland, but he didn't have time to tell them yet.
Then who arranged them?
After letting out a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu's fear grew deeper and deeper, and he was eager to go down the mountain. Without any hesitation, he took the two of them down the mountain.
The terrain of Dafo Mountain is rugged and the mountain road is difficult to navigate. It took more than half an hour for the three of us to get down the mountain.
Suddenly, Yang Yu turned around, and across the mountains, he seemed to see an old monk watching with a smile on the top of the Big Buddha Mountain. His heart tightened, and he turned and left.
"Amitabha."
On the top of the Big Buddha Mountain, the old monk who once called Yang Yu ‘senior brother’ softly recited the Buddha’s name and said: “Why doesn’t the great master show up to see you off? Senior brother is leaving...”
"I've seen it before!"
The old monk turned around.
He looked at the busy but only prototype of the Big Buddha Mountain with an unspeakable smile:
"The weather is turbulent, and my way is prosperous. It's not bad, it's very good, it's very good!"