Martial King’s Retired Life

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Ruined temple in the suburbs.

Out of repair for many years. The golden body of the bodhisattva in the temple was painted with clay sculpture oil, but the victory was built so tall that it could hide two or three people.

There is a monk lying behind the golden body of the Bodhisattva. The breath is weak, and gradually there is more air in and less air out.

This monk looks more than 70 years old. His skin was strangely white, and his skin was as smooth as a baby despite his advanced age. Internal force repair is admirable.

He had to be brow, and his face was bleak at this moment, his eyes closed tightly. The most impressive thing is his frown.

That fits him so well, as if it had nothing to do with the injury, as it should have been.

Among the priests of the empty generation of Shaolin Temple, the name of the master of the empty Tibetan is also widely spread. The same abbot of Shaolin's empty abbot stayed in the gate of the mountain for several decades, and the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, but walked out of the temple in the second half of his life. The reason is the people of the rivers and lakes, who care about the injustice.

In the past ten years or so, Shaolin Temple has ‘fade out of the rivers and lakes’. If there are not a few monks walking the rivers and lakes like the masters of empty Tibetans from time to time, they will be able to pick them up.

Master Kong Zang is a very strange monk. He always frowned. This is true even when punishing and eliminating evil. He walked and managed, walking almost half the martial arts, but never stopped. He seemed to be pursuing something, asking a question in this world, but never got an answer.

"Master, master, are you okay ?.

Kongzang reluctantly opened his eyes, and glanced at the person beside him, only to show his peace of mind. Shaolin Buddhists pay attention to martial arts-the state of mind that does not move, there is the practice of Taishan falling in front of it. Based on the ability of the Shaolin Temple gods and monks, even when the death is about to occur, as long as the Lingtai remains clear, the sound of the coming foot can be judged. Seeing the seriousness of his injury, he should be in a state of chaotic consciousness.

Seeing him still able to open his eyes, Kongkong'er said with joy: "I brought the apprentice over, and we also encountered a martial art stranger. Maybe he can cure your injury.

Kongzang reluctantly gathered a faint breath in his body and looked in the direction pointed by Kongkonger.

I saw a young man with a handsome face, a tall figure, wearing a bed sheet, and a bare chest. Although young, he was indeed a stranger.

Breathing slightly, it was difficult and authentic.

"Old _... see. After this young man, dare to ask young man Gao's name.

Hua Feihua nodded and politely responded, "Not me.

"Yo, old monk.

But it was a young boy beside him who did n’t know when he was near, and took the left hand of the Master Gongzang without asking. As if arriving at the stall to choose goods-the old monk j seemed to say hello.

"Your injury is really serious. Shaolin monks love fighting well-known, but they have always been famous for fighting others. How can they be cleaned up like this?

Empty possession-the injury was hurt by a rising demon head in martial arts, and it is not without heavy. But in his current state, these remarks cannot be said naturally.

"donor.....

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Who knew that when I moved my lips, the sound came out, and it was smoother than I thought. Although it is still weak, it is condensed with breath, and it is extremely real.

The dilapidated internal body of the body does not know when it is gathered together, and it starts to run in the dried meridians at a speed far faster than it can imagine, and it is getting faster and faster.

The old monk noticed that the beginning of the cut came from his left hand. That left hand held by the boy.

An inner force that can't be restrained suddenly crossed the boy's side at this moment. Breaking through the obstruction that is difficult to break through the weak internal interest, under the blessing of this internal force, and under the guidance of an unknown mysterious traction, Kongzang feels like his body is forming-a small weekday, endless transportation, heavy The injury is improving at a rate that is visible to the naked eye. By the time he realized it, he was already far from the gate.

Only then can you open your inner view and observe this mysterious force in your body. This internal force is not only unfathomable, but also bright and upright. It is by no means available to walk by the door, to be able to fit into his body to practice the meridians in the Buddha ’s gate for more than half of his life.

This vast amount of internal force that is difficult to explain is surprising. But the most unbelievable thing is to count the first one. At first, we gather together the broken and broken internal contents of our body like drainage. Without this step, even if it is treated with Buddha's authentic divine power, it will not be the power of ten days and a half months. No reason at all. Dead novel

That requires not only extremely deep internal forces, but also extremely delicate manipulations. Both of these should be difficult for ordinary martial arts to have the power of a lifetime.

With the power of Laoshan catching the sea, the method of wearing a needle to cross the eye is used.

... brother? "

The moment I blurted, I knew something wrong.

In memory, the person who can do both of these things should have died a decade or so ago.

For a moment, the smiling white-haired boy in front of the old monk's eyes seemed to coincide with the man in his memory. The looks of the two of them were clearly similar.

There was no similarity between the two.

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