Chapter 546 The fusion of Zen and martial arts? The unity of man and nature!
The voice, neither high nor low, spread in all directions as Yang Yu's eyes fell everywhere.
He has never been a person who likes to be muddled, and the reason why he stopped is not entirely because he cares about Bodhidharma's kindness in passing on the Kung Fu.
What’s more important is still the ‘primordial magnetic field’.
His attainments in the 'Elemental Magnetic True Body' are still a bit shallow after all. Every time he activates it, it takes a long time to build up momentum until now...
Ling, Lingchi...
As the sound waves reverberated, there was an uproar outside the northwest city. Even those who were as bold as iron could not help but gasp. There are thousands of tortures in the world, but Lingchi is definitely the cruelest and most brutal punishment among them. There are almost no punishments.
One of the more terrifying things is that the person who mentioned 'Ling Chi' is a master who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and is at the Grand Master level.
And the goal is to be the king of one line...
"Yang Yu! I am the king of the northwest, how dare you..."
Zhang Xuanyi's expression finally changed, and his extremely murderous aura gripped his heart like an invisible hand.
It made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
"King of the Northwest..."
Yang Yu's voice was clearly audible in the wind and snow. He looked at the broken knife in his palm and smiled:
"so what?"
Buzz!
Holding the knife in his hand, Yang Yu's aura changed again.
If, a moment ago, his aura was as vast and thick as the earth and mountains, then at this moment, it was like the raging sea.
, huge waves surge into the sky.
"Fistes and kicks kill thousands, but pen and ink kill tens of millions. If you don't do good, the world will be in ruins..."
Yang Yu raised his sword and walked slowly, like a mountain shifting:
"But they don't know how many withered bones and dead souls are lying under their clean hands? When it comes to cruelty, how can Yang be as good as you?!"
"This is……"
The pupils of the old monk Xu Jing shrank violently, and a chill ran down his spine.
I only felt that the young man holding the broken knife had an aura that merged with the world around him. Between his movements, the sky and the earth were empty.
, all seem to be moving with it!
Such an unstoppable momentum reminded him of his senior brother when he was about to compete with King Zhao of Xifu that day.
Great Zen Master Shengyun.
In this world, there are many people who mention talents. However, the vast majority of warriors are actually not at the stage of competing for talents.
In the past one hundred and fifty years, he has seen too many geniuses. However, as the years have passed and his martial arts has become more sophisticated, he has far surpassed countless talented warriors.
Only that senior brother, even though he has cultivated for thirty years more than his senior brother, is only one step away from the world's warriors pursuing the Martial Saint's door.
But every time I think about it, I still feel inferior.
Why is this so?
It was because his senior brother had already mastered Zen and martial arts, and could maintain the state of unity between Buddha and self when fighting against others.
This realm, outside of Buddhism, is also called...
"Heaven and man are one?!"
The two old monks beside Xu Jing felt as if they had been struck by thunder. They could no longer stand still. An extremely strong momentum came across them, and they couldn't help but take three steps back.
Not just everyone?
Under the city wall and on the bank of the moat, the faces of all the martial arts warriors who were watching changed their expressions, and their minds were awed by them.
Even though we were miles away, we could feel the light on our backs, and our hearts trembled.
The big boss was a little moved. He immediately suspected that this was Taoguo's magical power, but after sensing it carefully, he couldn't help but gasped:
"What kind of martial arts is this..."
Whoosh!
Outside the northwest city, there was no noise for a while. Only the sound of wind and footsteps sounded alternately. The momentum of everyone, including Zhang Xuanyi, was suppressed.
Only the old monk Xujing, after a brief moment of surprise, recited the Buddha's name loudly and took a step forward.
"Donor Yang's courage and martial arts are really unparalleled, but the King of the Northwest actually killed his parents, and not only the court was furious.
The Northwest Road, I'm afraid there will never be peace again..."
Buzz~~
The bright golden light spread and turned into a golden bell visible to the naked eye again.
Under the golden bell, the old monk fluttered his clothes and walked, and as he stepped, there were bursts of muffled thunder-like sound of muscles and bones twisting in his body.
Then, under the gazes of many twilights, invisible hands seemed to smooth out and stretch the wrinkles on his skin!
In less than an instant, the old monk, who was originally shriveled and thin, had lifted himself up by more than three feet, swelled several times, and turned into a knot of muscles and bones, with a dark yellow complexion.
Three-thirds of it looks like the Dharma Protector Vajra, and 70% looks like the burly monk with the golden Buddha in the temple!
"The Dzogchen Vajra Indestructible Body, no, there is also a twelve-story golden bell!"
Looking at the great monk under the golden bell, who was two feet tall and whose entire body was as if cast in gold water, Lu Qingting in the distance couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.
Buddhist martial arts have always been easy to learn but difficult to master. Buddhist martial arts are difficult to practice, and among all kinds of martial arts, they are the most difficult to practice to perfection.
As far as he knew, in the past two thousand years, except for the great master Bodhidharma, there were only three or five people who were able to practice the two top Buddhist practices of 'Golden Bell Cover' and 'Vajra Indestructible Body' at the same time.
Just people.
In two thousand years, dynasties have changed more than ten times!
The old monk's Tianlong Yin was much inferior to the Fighting Buddha Yinyue he had seen in the illusion, but this horizontal training was almost comparable to it!
The only difference is that this old monk has not yet mastered the last of the three major Buddhist techniques, the 'Great Vajra Body'...
"This old monk..."
The iron step method crushed the ground, his emotions fluctuated violently, and he could not hide his shock.
In today's martial arts world, the Big Chan Temple is gradually declining, and the contemporary presides over Xujing. Although its name is not small, it is at the forefront of the mountain and river rankings.
But this is more due to his more than 140 years of martial arts practice, rather than the great things he has done.
In fact, this important person rarely left the temple in his life. If it had not been personally assigned by the great Zen Master Shengyun thirty years ago before he passed away,
, he is not even qualified to become the abbot of Dayan Temple.
However, at this moment, it seems that the rumors are simply untrue...
Huhuhu~
The terrifying blood energy pushed him forward, causing the sound of his Buddha's name to reverberate throughout the wasteland:
"I am not talented, so I will ask for advice on three tricks. If the donor can accept it, then we will go immediately and won't stop you...
"But if I am lucky..."
Boom!
A large amount of snow mixed with mud and sand surged up, like an earth dragon turning over in anger. As the smoke and dust dispersed, Yang Yu rose from the ground, handed the broken knife to his left hand, stretched his right arm, and grasped the strong wind in the sky:
"Why bother?"
The roaring sound is like the sound of gold and iron, the qi and blood are intertwined with the true agitation, and the long sky is filled with gold and red.
boom!
His steps are like falling mountains, and his fists are falling like falling stars.
An invisible aura lingered around Yang Yu's body, the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants was fully developed, and the sound of boiling blood flowed through his body, like the waves crashing on the shore!
His attainments in the Yuanci True Body Technique are not profound, and he cannot absorb the invisible aura between heaven and earth to refine his body. However, he can use this invisible aura to control this majestic force.
And in a fight, you can use Yuanci as your armor. If your strength drops by ten points, you can remove it by seventy percent!
Because of this, in the violent collision of Ma Longtu, he had the upper hand. Not only did he take advantage of the situation to suppress him, but he was also barely injured. At this moment, he was still holding back. When the fist landed, the void trembled, taking the place where the fist landed as the node.
, the terrifying energy surged freely.
Directly following Xu Jing, there were two old monks behind him, Zhang Xuanyi who was on guard after swallowing pills, and even a group of guest officials from the royal palace who dared not approach and could not retreat, they were also included!
At this moment, everyone, including Xu Jing, temporarily lost their ability to capture external sounds, and neither the punch nor the blast could catch up.
However, that extremely strong will was like a deafening roar, echoing in everyone's hearts:
"If you don't retreat after punching me, I'll cut off your head and give it to you!"
Cruel!
Unruly!
overbearing!
At this moment, the minds of all those watching the battle were drawn to the figure that rose up and surveyed the sky with its fist, shaped like a roc.
Occupied by will.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
When everyone was silent, the old monk Xujing who was the first to speak spoke up. He said hello three times and raised his two generous and perfect palms.
It's so subtle and simple that this move can't even be considered a martial art.
It is more like an ascetic monk who is begging for alms with his hands by the roadside and accepting gifts from good men and women. There is nothing fancy at all.
But just such a simple movement, with the blessing of the Zhenqi, Zhengang, and horizontal training that he has practiced for more than a hundred years, explodes with terrifying power that can make anyone moved!
In a daze, everyone felt that the earth was being lifted up by someone, facing the fist mark that fell like stars and the sun.
Buzz!
In less than a thousand seconds, fists and palms met.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, there seemed to be no sound of collision, only faint ripples spreading from near to far.
"not good!"
Before the two collided, some people had already backed away, but they were still slow. The moment the invisible ripples spread,
He was knocked out violently.
Zhen Gang, all the inner Qi are shattered and destroyed.
Boom!
A moment later, huge sound waves reverberated over the snowfield. The raging hurricane blew up the snow, and many debris in the gathering place was also blown into the sky.
boom!
The collision of fists and palms finally sounded.
"Master Xujing!"
And at this moment, Zhang Xuanyi, who had clearly seen the fight between the two and had been preparing for a long time, could no longer hold back.
His body was like lightning, and he unleashed the powerful and restrained Tiangang Fist.
Before the ripples spread and the dust shot up into the sky, it penetrated like lightning and hit Yang Yu hard with his fist. The old strength was gone and new strength was about to emerge:
"I'm here to help you!"
A great master is, after all, a great master.
Even though he has no fighting experience in thirty years, Zhang Xuanyi's control of the battle situation is extremely subtle.
This is the most critical moment for the two masters to compete.
boom!
A large ball of Qi exploded behind him. Zhang Xuanyi swallowed the Burning Powder brazenly and punched away the smoke with a shaking fist.
Lu Qingting's expression changed greatly, and he hit Yang Yu's right rib hard, and the burning true energy was about to pour out.
However……
The heavy hammer fell, and Henry Zhang's pupils suddenly shrank.
He saw a pair of calm eyes. In the calmness, there was a blazing light as hot as the golden sun, which seemed to burn him to death!
"not good!"
Henry Zhang was startled, and then he saw the sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth.
be cheated!
He wanted to retreat violently, but how could he possibly retreat?
Before the thought could pass by, a palm shimmering with golden light fell on his head. With a furious roar, he pressed down on his head and grabbed the ground with his head: