Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Eliminate the [Chaos God], rubbing the [Dragon Elephant Power] of the killing monk."

Ji Yuan sank his mind and touched the emperor's road map.

This time he copied Wannian County, and his Dao Yun gained a lot.

At present, he has accumulated 7,000 points of white Taoism and 2,500 points of cyan Taoism, which is enough to change a part of his life.

"My current limit is fifteen lives, and I can't take it casually in the future, I have to leave room for it."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and within the Taoist map, there were purple, eight blue and five white, like stars shining brightly.

"Let's start with Wubai."

【Archery】

【Strong blood】

【Inner strength】

【Crazy God】

【Good deeds】

Scan the past one by one, and finally confirm to erase [Chaoshen].

This fate has a mediocre effect, and the ability to distinguish yin and yang and see ghosts and gods can be regarded as dispensable.

Compared with the [Dragon Elephant Power] of killing monks, there is no need to say which is better or worse.

Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the cyan fate printed in the rubbing.

[Dragon Elephant Power (Blue)]: [During water travel, the power of the dragon is the greatest, while traveling on land, the power of the elephant is the strongest. With the blessing of this destiny, one can enter the river and sea, divide the waves and overcome the waves, step on the earth, absorb the infinite energy, and finally penetrate the 840 million particles of the human body. 】

"It fits me perfectly. If you can refine [Dragon Elephant Power], plus [Qiu Jin Rib], [Qi Luck Fighting Bull], it will be enough to push the savings to an unimaginably deep level."

Ji Yuan's heart was hot, and he restrained his distracting thoughts.

The map of Huangtian Dao suddenly trembled, and the white fate [Chaoshen], which was like a sky light, became shaky in an instant, and finally collapsed.

"Rubbing! [Dragon Elephant Powerful]!"

After that, Ji Yuan invested another thousand points of white Taoism.

It was as if fuelwood had been added to the stove, and the flames were soaring.

Compared with the refining of the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword, this cyan fate cost more.

As before, the whole mind was sucked in.

The sky is spinning, the sun and the moon are sinking, and a boundless scene has evolved.

dong dong dong!

Morning bells and twilight drums!

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and what he saw was the majestic mountain gate, the continuous temples, and thousands of monks in gray and blue robes.

"This is……"

Before he was familiar with this place, the sound of chanting chanting resounded in all directions.

Like a lion's roar, it frightened the sky and clouds.

On the rammed and broad martial arts field, a sea of ​​vigor and blood swayed.

It is almost comparable to the Flying Bear Guards of Shuofengguan.

"What a big temple... Huangjue Temple? Hanging Temple?

It's a pity that I thought that the killing monk was a wild fox Zen, but I didn't expect it to be a Zen holy place..."

Ji Yuan was a little surprised and thought to himself.

There are tens of thousands of warrior monks in the world, and there are only those two temples before Jing Chao breaks the mountain gate.

As we all know, Buddhism is divided into two veins, north and south.

The Huangjue Temple is the pure land of the Southern Sect, and the Hanging Temple is the pure land of the Northern Sect.

The former relies on the incense love with the sage. So far, the empress burns incense and worships Buddha every year to pray for her children and grandchildren.

The latter is the generation of talents, and the inheritance is endless.

Especially eight hundred years ago, two grandmasters under one sect were rare in the world.

One of them is the sixth patriarch of Zen Buddhism, and the other is his senior brother.

"Good disciple, don't go down the mountain with your teacher!"

While thinking about it, with a "pop", Ji Yuan felt that someone had hit him on the bare head.

Looking back, I happened to see an old monk with a dirty robe and a knotted beard.

He was neither tall nor thin, with ordinary features, and held a broken bowl.

With ruddy skin and oily and wine stains on his mouth, he doesn't look like a monk at all.

"It's all in the same line, sloppy, like rolling in a muddy pit."

Ji Yuan didn't have time to take a second look before he was taken down the mountain by the sloppy monk, and he didn't even know what temple it was.

Along the way, one old and one young, one teacher and one apprentice.

Team up with each other, travel around, and sleep in the wind.

On weekdays, the apprentices beg for fast food, and the masters eat wine and meat.

It made Ji Yuan very suspicious, this sloppy monk should not see "himself" as young and cute, easy to make people kindhearted, so he accepted it as an apprentice.

In addition to his daily morning and evening classes, he meditates and recites scriptures.

It is the Luohan boxing that was ordered by the sloppy monk to be punched 50 times, without any delay.

Jin Feiyu goes, spring goes to autumn.

In the blink of an eye, the little monk projected by Ji Yuan also grew to be twenty years old.

Relying on the mediocre Arhat boxing, he finally stepped into a state of conviction.

One day, late at night, it was a severe drought.

The master and the apprentice went over the mountains and mountains, and finally saw a light.

Walk forward for a while and you will find a ruined temple.

Beside the bonfire sat thirteen or four figures.

Each was half-lying and half-sitting, with iron knives and bamboo spears in their hands.

Some leaned on the threshold of the temple, looking in from time to time,

Some simply lie on the steps, opening their cloth-like robes.

Between the words, there are also various dialects, slang and vulgar language.

"Master, these people... either deserters or refugees!"

"What are you afraid of? We are monks, we have no money and no beauty, we are just looking for a place to stay."

The sloppy monk held his head high, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a tattered bowl in his hand, strode out of the forest.

The little monk projected by Ji Yuan beat a drum in his heart and reluctantly followed.

"Where is the thief and bald donkey, didn't you see the uncles taking a rest?

You old monk is dry and woody, and you have no flesh all over your body,

The little monk in the back has thin skin and tender meat, and it's a bit chewy! "

A lean man stood up and laughed jokingly.

"Lao Liu, God is pitiful, I know that our brothers are not enough to eat, and there are two-legged sheep delivered to the door!"

The weak black-faced man leaning on the threshold suddenly came to the spirit and shouted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not afraid of the anger of the Buddha, and the lightning strikes you to death!"

In the Hall of Heavenly Kings, which had collapsed in half, a tall man in armor and a sword appeared.

Judging from his unusual clothes and behavior, he seems to be the leader, quite majestic.

"Where did the master come from? How did you come here in the middle of the night?"

The tall man with disheveled hair and casually draped a layer of armor spoke politely.

"The old man and his little apprentice traveled around the world, without a fixed place to live.

I just passed by Xishan Mansion, I wanted to take advantage of the cool night to catch a while,

Who knows that this mountain forest is dangerous, wolves are rampant, tigers and leopards eliminate demons, and it is not very safe. "

The sloppy monk recited the Buddha's name and put one hand on his chest.

"Seeing the fire in the temple, I hurried over to ask for a place to rest.

Also, please open the door of convenience, everyone, and don't dislike me. "

The tall man smiled heartily, raised his feet and kicked away several figures blocking the steps and thresholds, and invited:

"The old lady in my family is the most believer in Buddhism. When I went out, I specially told me that when I met a monk, I had to treat him with respect.

Master, come, come, please. "

The sloppy monk fluttered his sleeves, said "Amitabha", and stepped into the Hall of Heavenly Kings with his weak-legged apprentice.

The men with no spirit stepped over the threshold and followed closely behind.

Pairs of blood-colored eyes swirled around, covering the master and apprentice.

Gollum, gollum, gollum.

In the Hall of Heavenly Kings, there is a cauldron.

The firewood underneath was burning vigorously, boiling and steaming, turning into a lingering aroma of meat.

"Master, it should be a vegetarian, right? My brothers and I only hunted a wild boar, I'm afraid we won't be able to entertain..."

The tall man laughed.

"The donor has a picture, don't you hear the wine and meat passing through the intestines, the Buddha's heart will stay."

The sloppy monk raised his hand and raised his bowl, as if waiting for a piece of meat.

The nervous apprentice looked around the hall.

There is only half of the clay sculpture of the great Arhat enshrined.

A Buddha head rolled to the ground and was seated under the buttocks.

Two of the four courtyard walls have collapsed, and it seems to be in disrepair and dilapidated over time.

"Master... Be a real person."

The tall man was stunned for a moment, as if he had never seen such a wine and meat monk.

The vigilance that had been raised at first was instantly relaxed.

"The meat of the donor is clearly cooked, so why don't you open the pot?

The old man was on his way all night, his stomach was empty, and he was very hungry, no wonder no wonder! "

The sloppy monk seemed impatient and rushed to the cauldron in a few steps.

The tall man sneered, holding the iron knife, staring at the neck of this thief bald donkey.

clang!

"master……"

The sloppy monk was about to lift the lid while talking.

Only heard the clash of gold and iron, resounding through the hall.

Then, the anxious voice of his apprentice came just now.

The sloppy monk touched his neck, ignoring the horrified eyes of the tall man.

Throwing away the wet wooden cover, he bowed his head in compassion.

The boiling water was bubbling and the soup was cloudy.

In the cauldron, human heads and stumps kept turning.

There are villagers whose skins are burnt open, and there are monks who are shaved...

Their hands, feet, hearts and livers are mixed together.

Xu is too hungry and too hasty.

In the boiling soup, there was also a bright red tiger hat that was not picked up and was covered on a head.

"Amitabha."

The sloppy monk's face was expressionless, and he didn't show a look of intolerance.

He turned around slightly and looked at the refugees who rushed into the Hall of Heavenly Kings in Wuyangyang.

"Old bald donkey, don't meddle in your business!"

The tall man took two steps back, his eyes frightened.

The iron knife in his hand slashed at the opponent's neck, and it was broken open.

It's a tough idea!

Originally expected, it was a knife head, so that the naked head would fall into the pot by itself.

Miscalculated!

"If you know each other, get out of the hall, or you will kill your apprentice!"

Another black-faced man responded quickly, and together with several other figures, surrounded the little monk projected by Ji Yuan.

"No! Don't let him go! What if we go down the mountain to report to the officer? Let's flee here, kill people, and commit the crime of beheading!"

The tall man shook his head suddenly.

"Old monk, aren't monks out of compassion?

You cut off one arm, no, cut off both arms, I will let you and your apprentice go! "

The iron knives and bamboo spears were squeezed more and more densely, pressing down like a dark cloud.

The bonfire outside the hall was bright and crackling.

It illuminates the shadows inside, as if dancing with claws.

The sloppy monk who bowed his head and meditated on the Sutra Sutra, looked at his apprentice surrounded by a group of people, and said softly:

"Teacher, the line of Master has always been single-handed, and it is not easy to accept people, and it is not easy to spread the Fa.

What we seek is the heart of protecting the Tao, and what we do is the road of killing.

Without wisdom roots, you can't see through.

Not murderous, can't afford it.

Unsettled, unable to hold.

Those who do not have a Buddha mind cannot prove it. "

Ji Yuan listened carefully, seemed to understand something, and said:

"Master, I remember!"

He thought about what the killing monk did, what he said and did.

Inexplicably, I feel that this line is more difficult to follow than the orthodox Zen.

"Old bald donkey, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, or I'll cut off your apprentice's ear first and serve it for dinner!"

The tall man's face was full of impatience, if not for his impenetrable physique.

He had long since stabbed his stomach with a knife, cut into pieces and put them in the pot.

"So, disciple, you must remember that when we practice, whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, the true meaning is the word 'kill'.

Go in and out, and kill whenever you see it! When you meet a Buddha, you kill a Buddha, when you meet your ancestors, you kill your ancestors, when you meet an Arhat, you kill an Arhat... Only when you get liberated, you will not be bound by things, and you will be at ease. "

The sloppy monk made a high-pitched sound, like a white elephant roaring, causing the Temple of Heavenly Kings to shake off the dust, as if it would collapse at any time.

"You have been studying Buddhism as a teacher for twelve years. Today, you will be considered a beginner, and you will be given the Dharma name, Linji!"

The last sentence is like thunder!

Boom!

A thunderclap roared the hall.

The eardrums of the tall man were about to explode, and golden light appeared in his eyes.

The iron sword in his hand could hardly be grasped, and he almost wanted to fall.

He tried to open his eyes, only to see the unremarkable sloppy monk taking a step.

boom!

The ground seemed to be turned upside down.

The wind was blowing, and the smoke was like a dragon.

Its terrifying strength is like the stormy waves shaking a temple.

Immediately, those homeless people stumbled to the ground and became rolling gourds.

"Master Rao..."

The tall man said nothing, the sloppy monk held a bowl in his right hand and a fist in his left hand, and gave it a forceful move forward.

crackle!

The other party tilted his head and fell down, the seven orifices spurting hot blood, the bones and bones shattered like mud, and there was no life on the spot.

"Amitabha."

The sloppy monk recites the Buddha's name.

"Boss Han is dead! He was punched to death!"

"I made him! Eat meat together!"

"You can't run away, you won't survive if you run away!"

"..."

The noisy hustle and bustle rushed over, the sloppy monk was indifferent, and he said word by word:

"Good disciple, you are a good seedling with roots.

Before complaining about being a teacher, I only passed on your Arhat Fist.

Now you can look at it, what is the freedom of the dragon and the elephant and the power of the diamond! "

The thin figure flashed, and he fit into a lean man.

Without doing anything, the latter exploded on its own and broke into a mass of minced meat.

He lifted his foot and stepped down hard.

The refugees who bent over and stomped on the ground instantly stepped on the bloody mud.

The sloppy monk kills the heart together, and there are no taboos.

It was like a mass of dull thunder rolled away, and wherever it passed, it brought waves of blood.

In an instant, more than a dozen lives died.

"master……"

Ji Yuan looked at the flesh and blood everywhere, and thought that this sloppy monk was so fierce.

Murder is like slaughtering chickens and dogs, and there is no mercy.

These refugees also have some martial arts skills, otherwise how can they escape the government's pursuit.

The leader condensed a Qi pulse, and the rest were the lowest also convinced.

Such a team of people, if they can recharge their batteries.

Before the Jing Dynasty established the country, it was no problem to be a mountain bandit.

"Xishan, Fengxiang, Beihe... The land of the three houses is in severe drought, and the world is becoming more and more sinister."

The sloppy monk blew out the firewood in one breath, lifted the cauldron, dug a big hole and buried it.

There is neither sympathy nor sadness.

Life and death seemed normal to him.

The bonfire was still burning, and the sloppy monk and his apprentice were leaning against a half-collapsed broken wall, eating the dry food in the package.

The palace of the Heavenly King was full of blood, and it was impossible to land.

"Master, what exactly is Dragon Elephant Zizai, King Kong Dali? It was too fast just now, my disciple didn't see clearly..."

The little monk raised his head and asked.

"Its qi is like a dragon traveling in water, and its strength is like traveling on land... You punch that set of Arhat boxing a hundred times, and think about the changes in the qi and blood of the muscles, bones, and membranes.

When you are a teacher at this age, you can almost understand. "

The sloppy monk got up, pulled out the wine gourd and took a sip.

After that, put on a boxing frame.

He beat while walking, breathing in and out, making a sound like thunder.

"The stick beats the world in the ten directions, opens the mouth to blow through the sky, and stirs the East China Sea with only one hand.

Bah! The old man kicked down Mount Sumeru with one kick! "

...

...

outside world.

Ji Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was silent and realized his method.

Emperor Tiandao map, brilliance shakes down.

【Dragon Elephant Powerful】

【Refining】