Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

In the next few days, Ji Yuan lived a "cohabitation" with the old monk.

This made him somewhat depressed, from taking in the ghost An Shanren to this murderous monk whose name was unknown.

Luo Yuzhen and Pei Tu's two little white faces have good luck and can attract beautiful girls.

How did he come to him, and he turned into an old man buried in loess?

Is this reasonable?

According to the routine of the words, shouldn't it be hugging from left to right, soft jade and warm fragrance?

First come a beautiful fairy who is holy and immortal, not stained by dust, and then add a quirky, charming and charming witch?

Red sleeves add fragrance, the blessing of Qi people!

"After all, it's not the son of destiny, you can only rely on your own efforts!

The first floor of the Sanyin Slaughter Sword, a hundred days to build the foundation! Practice! "

It was night, Ji Yuan sat in the courtyard and let out a long white breath.

Its shape is straight like a sword, it sprang out three feet away, and it did not disperse for a long time.

After days and nights of inhalation and breathing, the deep inner qi contained in the limbs and bones,

Finally, all of them were introduced into the hand meridian, and turned into a savage genus of the Three Yin.

I saw that on his left and right two strong arms, there were twisted threads, like dense blood vessels, transporting blood and internal energy.

Between the flows, a silvery white lustre is interwoven, just like a horned dragon raising its head.

This punch is more than 20 years of skill!

Ji Yuan's mind moved slightly, prompting the Sanyin Slaughter Sword.

Inside and outside the pores all over the body, strands of blue light rippling,

In a single thought, you can condense the sword light and chop down and kill the enemy.

The pulse is done!

"Refining martial arts through the Emperor's Dao Diagram is indeed several times faster than pondering and comprehending it yourself!

Of course, this is also inseparable from my own hard work! "

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and cold, as if they were infected with a bit of chill, which was particularly intimidating.

A ghost like Old Man An, it is estimated that his body will suffer heavy damage if he gives him a glance.

The martial art of Sanyin Slaughtering Demon Knife worships the Taiyin Star God, respects the True Monarch of Xuanwu, and masters the way of killing.

Divided into three levels.

Hundred-day foundation building is the entry point.

Conservation of God is a small success,

The transformation of evil spirits is a great achievement.

It is said that there is a more profound realm of "casting the body of the law, immersing in the spirit and obtaining the marrow".

It is a pity that with the destruction and demise of Xuantian Shenglong Dao, the inheritance was subsequently cut off.

Even Zong Pingnan did not learn.

At least in the ten years of the vision of the frontier army beheading the demon, he had never seen him use it.

"The next step is to condense the heart?"

Ji Yuan slowly gathered the inner energy of the three yin and began to practice the Longyin Tie Shirt instead.

Beneath the body, the muscles, bones, skin and flesh are like forged iron embryos, bursting with sparks.

Qi and blood flow through the whole body like a dragon walking in water.

The musculoskeletal membrane is slightly ups and downs, flexible and peristaltic.

Especially the spine dragon, it is shaking and trembling, like a dragon's roar,

Shake the flesh and blood to remove impurities!

The uncomfortable feeling of being cold all over my body gradually dissipated and became warm.

The palms and the soles of the feet are like heat flow.

The chill of the late autumn was deep, but it couldn't intrude at all.

"It's no wonder that the instructor Wei said that when you arrive at the Second Tongmai Realm, you must learn a training method and a nourishing method.

As for how to play and kill, it's the next thing. "

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, summing up some truth.

If there is no dragon-yin iron cloth shirt, tiger roaring golden bell hood beats the body,

If he directly cultivates the Three Yin Demon Sword, I am afraid he will suffer a lot.

You know, when the internal qi of the three yin is running,

The pain that is cold to the bone, like a needle piercing,

Ordinary people may not be able to bear it!

Even if you grit your teeth and persist, your mind will inevitably be scattered, which will slow down the progress.

But Ji Yuan is blessed with a dragon-yin iron cloth shirt and a tiger's roaring golden bell hood.

This barrier has not been encountered.

Unhindered all the way.

"If you use horizontal training to stabilize the foundation, and then learn other methods of killing and killing, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Ji Yuan gradually realized the benefits of being a reckless man.

"It's just that the more martial arts one learns, the more difficult it is for individuals to concentrate, and the more greedy they can chew, the more difficult they will be to break through the realm."

crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Interrupted Ji Yuan's work.

The old monk wearing a tattered monk's robe and holding a tattered bowl returned to the courtyard, opened his mouth and asked:

"Good disciple, have you figured it out today? Do you want to worship Lao Na as your teacher?"

Ji Yuan just shook his head and replied:

"There is hot rice and vegetarian dishes on the stove, and there is also a bowl of beef with sauce, which the master can use by himself."

This skinny old monk had to ask him every day he went out and came back.

It seems that he has made up his mind to accept him as his apprentice.

"This beef sauce tastes just right. I chose beef flank or beef fore tendon. The seasoning is also sufficient..."

The old monk smiled and walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, the broken bowl was filled with beef.

I took a piece of it with my fingers and put it into my mouth to taste it, the taste was wonderful.

"I thought that the master only ate vegetarian food, but I didn't think that the meat and wine had passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart."

Ji Yuan couldn't help but say.

"Good disciple, you also said that you are not a Buddhist!

The sharpness and Zen in the words, those bald donkeys in the Hanging Temple may not be as good as you! "

The old monk's face trembled, showing obvious joy.

"Don't be a tidy horse of Lao Shizi, come under my door, and have a better future!"

Ji Yuan turned a deaf ear.

Is it better to be a monk than a civil servant?

"Master, I see that you have been out in the morning and come back in the evening, you are more diligent than me and Beiya Dianmao.

Don't we need to practice martial arts and transport qi and blood? "

He changed the subject and asked curiously.

Martial arts are about perseverance.

A little slack will regress.

Therefore, the advantages of comparing the meritoriousness of the kind to the poor and the poor are in persuasion and access to the veins.

After the blood exchange, even if there are more Great Pills, it is difficult to continuously pass the level.

On the contrary, it is easy to slow down that brave and diligent heart because of all kinds of temptations.

"Good disciple, monks don't lie.

To tell you the truth, the Dharma as a teacher has entered a very high level.

The heart does not move, the spirit does not move, the qi does not move, any situation of conformity and revolt, the suffering of the flesh, and the feelings of all living beings cannot shake me.

Therefore, joining the WTO is the practice of being a teacher, boxing, practicing, carrying, breathing... Those are just small ways, so you don't need to pay too much attention. "

The old monk's tone was outrageously loud, and he ate the whole bowl of beef with sauce, and only barely licked the oil on the broken bowl.

All the masters in the world have this kind of virtue?

"Master is really amazing! Speaking of which, since you don't give up alcohol and meat, why do you only need water for fast food?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

"I'm not stupid as a teacher, and if I come to my house to beg for wine and meat, people will definitely think I'm a fake monk, a thief monk, let alone alms, I'm afraid I'll be beaten.

Besides, it is not easy for ordinary people to give a bowl of water and a bowl of rice. If you have the heart of being good to the Buddha, how can you ask for more. "

The old monk wiped his mouth, his cloudy eyes swept over Ji Yuan, and said calmly:

"Hangkong Temple's horizontal practice kung fu is still inseparable from the framework of Buddhist Chan Wu.

You, the golden bell, should be deduced before you can move from the outside to the inside.

Muscles and bones vibrated, like a tiger roaring... On the next level, it should be a dragon and a tiger taking shape.

And wait for the teacher to ponder, how to combine the two into one. "

Ji Yuan only felt that his whole body became transparent, but he couldn't hide the dark eyes of the old monk at all.

Only the map of Emperor Heaven's Dao shakes its brilliance, obscuring the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and has never been seen by it.

"What kind of martial arts realm is the master?"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and stabilized his mind.

"Buddhist monks don't talk about realms, they only talk about the Dao.

It is the Mahayana to achieve enlightenment and complete enlightenment, and it is the Hinayana that sticks to the heart and keeps the precepts.

Being a dull teacher, he practiced for a period of time, and he was barely able to enter the middle vehicle. "

The old monk smiled, washed the broken bowl, and went to the west wing to meditate in meditation.

"Central?"

Ji Yuan frowned slightly.

He did not study Buddhism deeply and did not understand its meaning.

Then I silently wrote it down in my heart, and I will ask others when I have time in the future.

"Master has seven fates, which one should I rubbish?"

Ji Yuan's mind changed, he now holds more than 3,000 points of Taoism, and he is worried that there is nowhere to use it.

"Buddha heart? Demon subduing? Dragon elephant vigorously?

And that auspicious god and a fierce god don't know how to introduce fate?

I will go to Qintian Prison tomorrow to find Chen Lingtailang for advice. "

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Inner city, a big house.

In the flower hall, three people were sitting.

The first one is Meng Changhe, his brows are like fire, and he can't hide the chilling aura.

There are two more below, one is wearing a cyan satin gown, quite tall, with thin cheeks and a mediocre appearance, only those eyes are dark and unclear.

At first glance, there is no expression, but there is a little bit of magic.

One is a hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen, dressed in red flying fish clothes and embroidered spring knives on their waists.

He is young, about twenty-four or five years old, with two thick eyebrows like a knife, showing a sharp-edged meaning.

"Meng Qianhu, I'm afraid this business can't be done."

The middle-aged man in the satin gown shook his head.

"The savage and savage people in the Silver Hook Square are now being held in prison.

All of them were sentenced to be exiled and conscripted into the army, no matter how much money was spent, they would not be able to get it out.

What's more, the eldest lady of the Lin family has been cashed in by butcher shops and fields, betting on Tongbao Bank, and donating tens of thousands of taels of snowflake silver to Xuankong Temple.

No matter how high you and I are, do you dare to steal money from those bald donkeys? "

Meng Changhe looked gloomy, leaned forward slightly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Then Yang Xiu is really a rubbish! With such a big tree backed by the Duke of Liang's mansion, he was able to fall down on a mud leg and lose his life!

Ji Yuan, Ji Jiuro, how can this life be so hard?

After a few damn games, I just survived!

Why can't he just die! ? "

At the end of the day, Meng Changhe's eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to kill on the spot to vent his anger.

"Meng Qianhu calm down, that kid surnamed Ji may have some luck.

When I used to do business in Xishan Mansion and Beihe Mansion, I heard and saw a lot of children from poor families and poor families. "

The middle-aged man's eyes fluctuated, like an undercurrent emerging.

"The luck of the moment is good, it is nothing, and it will not last long in the end.

If Meng Qianhu really wanted to pinch him to death, he would just turn his palms. "

Meng Changhe raised his eyebrows, and his arrogance became even stronger. He looked at the middle-aged man who had something to say, and asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of plan did the big butler come up with? You might as well say it directly."