Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

kowtow?

I want you to be my teacher?

Ji Yuan was slightly startled, and in his heart he suspected that the killing monk had gone into trouble.

Where in the world can a master kneel before his apprentice?

Isn't it a mess of generations!

"Master, are you stimulated by something? How about I find you a gentleman?"

Ji Yuan hurriedly walked out the door, for fear that the skinny old monk would really kneel down and kowtow, and it would be difficult to end it.

He thinks to himself that it is not pure gold and jade, and the Buddha's son is exiled.

He De He Neng, let a great master from a Zen holy land beg so?

After several changes in the body and the number of lives, it didn't have such an obvious effect!

"The root of Lao Na's illness is the lack of a closed disciple who has inherited the mantle."

The killing monk did not feel that his attitude was humble, and said with a smile.

"If you agree, you will be cured without medicine."

He looked wide open, with an open mind.

I wear ragged clothes every day, like a beggar.

Going around begging for fast food, many people were insulted and teased.

A little slander, why worry.

To a monk who kills life, the face of a monk is the least valuable.

If it can be exchanged for a successor, it will be a bloody profit.

"Actually, it's okay to go to the master's door."

Ji Yuan returned to the house, put on his robe, and screened out the housekeepers crowded outside.

"It's just that I am now an official of the imperial court, a hundred households of the sixth rank of Fusi Zheng in Beizhen, how can I be a monk.

In all fairness, Ji did not have the indifference to see through glory and wealth, and gave up glory and wealth, and was willing to lose his hair and become a monk.

Master, why don't you think about it again and accept me as a lay disciple? "

The killing monk shook his head again and again, and said unhappily:

"How did the lay disciples get the true inheritance? Although the old man does not have the vision of the door, and the old-fashioned thoughts, the martial arts, Buddhism, and famous names...how can they be easily handed over to outsiders to inherit."

Ji Yuan couldn't help sighing, expressing regret.

He and the killing monk lived under the same roof, and their temperaments were quite compatible with each other.

This old monk has nothing to do with him other than his love of being a juggernaut and being a riddleman.

Unlike some worldly experts, they can't wait to put their feet up and pose enough.

It's almost as if "non-conventional" and "immortal style" are engraved on the forehead.

"Good disciple, do you like being an official?"

The killing monk lowered his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

He thought to himself, if he could accept this mantle, he would be fine even if he went back and got some clothes.

"Ji's pursuit of a career... is not a love for the official position.

Baihu's flying fish suit, to me, is just a foothold and a talisman. "

Ji Yuan walked out of the corridor and stepped into the open space in the backyard, and said frankly:

"Master, when you travel around the world, you must understand that the world is hard and not easy.

If you want to live comfortably, it is really difficult not to bend down and bow your head to others.

The more I went forward, the more I found that all kinds of difficulties were entangled.

Don't look at the people in Beiya who respect me for three points and fear me for seven points, call me Lord Ji.

But as early as more than a month ago, most of them called me Liaodong mud legs, and even disdain to associate with them. "

The killing monk said thoughtfully:

"You are an official, but to live a good life."

Ji Yuan's eyes opened and closed, and said lightly:

"The nameless person is rarely feared by everyone, and the unprofitable person is left alone after all."

A man is born in heaven and earth, if you don't want to give in to your heart.

Either make a fist or hold the power, you have to have both.

The killing monk lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name, and said softly:

"There is no security in the three realms, like a house on fire, full of suffering, it is terrifying."

Ji Yuan nodded and put his hands behind him, looking at the white walls and black tiles, pavilions and pavilions in the distance, he suddenly smiled and said:

"The Buddha saw that sentient beings have few wisdom and many obstacles, and they are addicted to the six objects, such as color, sound, scent, touch, and the Dharma.

Only then did the fourfold Dharma path of the highest, the Mahayana, the middle and the small vehicle be passed down.

Those with strong roots and tools can see their own nature and become a Buddha with sudden enlightenment.

Those with ordinary roots have experienced storms and hardships, cut off the troubles in their hearts, and become great Bodhisattvas and great Arhats.

Those who are under the root are trapped in scriptures and statues, and there is no chance. "

The killing monk heard his eyes light up, and his face showed a look of approval.

This statement is almost exactly the same as what his master said.

His own precious apprentice really has extraordinary understanding and can pass on the mantle.

It's just that you know the world's troubles, why don't you abandon it?

Before he could ask the question, Ji Yuan heard the emotion from the sloppy monk when he continued to "carry" the fate of refining:

"Who doesn't want to become an immortal and become a Buddha, and be at ease?

If there is a choice, who would like to be covered in mud and scrambling?

Master, in your realm, seeing the civil and military officials in the court, which one is not wearing the shackles of fame and fortune?

But did they do so voluntarily? I don't think so.

There is a saying in Buddhism that there are eight sufferings. Martial arts climb the peak and become a great master, but even old age and illness are hard to get rid of.

Not to mention transcendence of life and death, and even love and separation, can't ask for it.

From what I see, it is better to grasp the present than to see the future! "

The killing monk pondered for a while, but nodded and said:

"To dominate the present, to grasp the universe, this is the power of the Tathagata.

Disciple, you are such an outstanding wisdom root, you are indeed the seedling that your master sees, and you are able to penetrate the mystery. "

Ji Yuan slandered in his heart, Master, you are the good chance to change.

He paused and said bluntly:

"If the master wants to teach martial arts, Ji will happily follow it.

But if you really asked me to practice Zen or learn Buddhism, I'm afraid I'm paying my mind the wrong way. "

The killing monk held a tattered copper bowl in his right hand, his left palm stood upright in front of his chest, and said with a smile:

"It's easy to give pointers. The best way to cultivate feelings between masters and apprentices is to learn martial arts.

Good apprentice, you walk the same way, you are naturally strong and strong, and your strength is fierce.

Therefore, fighting with people in battle has never been a disadvantage. "

The skinny old monk has a pair of magic eyes, how can he not see the depth of Ji Yuan's accumulation and the depth of his heritage.

Even if we put aside the wisdom root, mind and Buddha nature.

It can only be said that the sturdy physique that is rare in this world is enough for Huangjue Temple and Xuankong Temple to compete.

"But, disciple, don't forget about me.

There are pros and cons to being strong.

The so-called martial arts two characters, martial arts are moves, and gong is cultivation.

You are now more powerful than martial arts, and your physique is beyond the realm.

If it continues, it will be like a child holding a hammer and may suffer from it. "

After the killing monk finished speaking, he pressed his two fingers together and gently tapped out.

Chi!

Like a sword in the sky!

The airflow was torn apart instantly, pulling out a white crack and poking at Ji Yuan's shoulder.

The latter reacted very quickly, his muscles trembling and blood bursting out.

The crimson light, thick as mercury slurry, swept over like a fierce flame, making a "chichi" sound.

Boo!

The killing monk's expression remained unchanged, and his sword fingers shook several times, like a chain of moves, containing thousands of changes.

In an instant, the force of the blood pressure was counteracted out of thin air.

A solid body like a bell shrouded in it can't stop it.

"This is the kung fu that specializes in breaking horizontal training!"

Ji Yuan was startled, his five senses were sensitive, and the fate of [Cloud Dragon Wind Tiger] was blessed.

You can see clearly, the killing monk's two fingers are like a twisted flower, and his energy is restrained.

No matter how strong the qi and blood is, the more vigor is.

Just move with the wind, find the gaps, and wear clothes with holes, it's as easy as the palm of your hand.

Thoughts were like lightning, and his feet seemed to ride the wind.

Steer the air currents, swiftly and then swept away

The slaughtering monk did not pursue, so he stopped and said:

"This is a martial art of Xuankong Temple, called 'Nianhua Finger', which is feminine but masculine.

When two fingers clasp a flower, no matter how solid it is, it can shatter in response.

The old man just suppressed his skills and made a shot with the second realm of Tongmai, which can also break your horizontal training body. "

Ji Yuan did not refute, if there is no blessing from the number of lives, he really can't escape.

This nianhua finger, unexpected, can hurt people invisible.

"The clever use of moves can also surpass the strength of the physique.

The master wanted to tell me not to put too much faith in qi, blood and vigor, and to neglect self-prevention.

Otherwise, if you meet a real master, it will be easy to suffer losses? "

Ji Yuan made a educated earnest look.

The old man wants to tell you that as long as you take me as a teacher, you can learn more powerful martial arts and make up for the shortcomings of insufficient skill!

The killing monk's face was slightly stagnant, and he nodded lightly and said:

"That's right. As expected of a disciple of Lao Na, you can really understand and understand at all."

Ji Yuan seemed to be greatly inspired, and then said:

"But as the saying goes, if you don't fight with strength, you can't fight with power.

The Nianhua Finger is amazing, but no matter how strong I am, no matter how strong my qi and blood are, I may not be your opponent, Master. "

The killing monk smiled casually and said confidently:

"Good disciple, in terms of strong muscles and bones, and strong physique.

Even in Zen Buddhism, you can't pick out a few people who are stronger than you.

However, it would be too arrogant to underestimate the seeds of the arrogance of the three religions and six lineages.

That's all, I'll make you another boxing stake for my teacher.

Use the greatest strength, the fiercest blood, don't keep your hands!

As a teacher, I still press the realm in the two realms of Tongmai, so that you know what it means to move a thousand jins for four or two, and turn your strength into a breeze. "

The killing monk raised his chest and raised his hand.

After holding one hand, the other holds a bowl.

Ignoring the shriveled body, the skinny body, it is a bit of a master.

"Master... I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Ji Yuan hesitated.

Although the martial arts realm of the killing monk is not low, it is possible to exchange blood more than seven times to forge the body.

Even open up the sea of ​​​​qi and condense the master of the four realms.

But with the blessing of fourteen lives, it would be terrifying to punch with all one's strength.

He didn't even have a clue in his mind.

"Hahaha, it's definitely not the old man who blows the air.

Even if the mountain is on top, it can't move me!

And let the horse come over, put away your scruples! "

The killing monk looked up to the sky and laughed, changing his calm face from the past.

He was deceived by the master with a bowl of vegetarian rice back then.

Taking advantage of the great opportunity to learn from each other today, I must convince Ji Yuan and let the other party understand his powerful tactics.

"Then... I really did it."

Seeing this, Ji Yuan stopped being hypocritical and took a deep breath.

Kneading five fingers together, raised his hand to make a fist, and posed the Luohan Fist he learned when refining fate.

With the muscles and bones shaking, a large air flow made a continuous explosion.

[Qiu Jin and Rib], [Dragon Elephant Vigorously], [Burning Bull Fight]... Fourteen lives are added to the body, consciousness, luck, and potential.

The fate of the goddess riding the dragon head seems to be entrenched in the brain palace.

Shine the light and build up the spirit.

The hand meridian, the heart meridian, the hidden meridian...the three big dragons are connected, driving the majestic qi and blood, and bursting out terrifying vigor.

Ji Yuan took a breath, like a dragon swallowing clouds and mist, sucking out the air waves in the entire backyard.

More than a dozen wind dragons emerged and roared.

Woohoo!

Crazy masterpiece!

Since then.

The sound of "dong" was like a thunderbolt in the air, and the ground rolled with thunder.

The incomparably solid long green brick rose up with Ji Yuan's slack.

It seemed to be turned over and burst out with cobweb-like cracks.

Click, click!

The strong vibration spread in all directions, like a stormy sea.

"It's really like a dragon and an elephant with great power!"

The slaughtering monk was filled with emotion and focused his attention.

Then the whole body exhaled, and the monk's robe gradually swelled.

A sense of harmony pervades the body of the old monk.

It seems that no matter how the eight winds blow, this dead wood-like body cannot be shaken.

If there are people in Buddhism, they will definitely be able to see the mystery.

This is the Dafa of sitting and forgetting without the appearance of self and without the appearance of no one.

Once you sit in the sanctuary, you forget like a god.

Unless you break the state of mind that is self-absorbed and absorbed, you will not be injured in the slightest, and it can be called the best defensive martial arts in the world.

"Even with the strength of a dragon and elephant... wait, how can it be ribbed?!

Yes, my apprentice once subdued dragons and tigers, with no leakage of qi and blood..."

The drooping eyelids of the killing monk suddenly lifted up as if frightened.

His eyes widened with anger, and two bright beams burst forth.

Ji Yuan, who straddles the sky, is more than a dragon and elephant, his skin and tendons twist like a horned dragon, and his two ribs, tendons and bones are interlocked like one.

Volleying down, there is a kind of terrifying might that blows everything up!

"No... The Second Realm of Tongmai can't stop it!"

The slaughtering monk was caught off guard and quickly released the suppressed realm skill.

But it's too late.

next moment!

The sound of thunder like Hong Zhong Dalu resounds in the backyard!

boom!

The ground that had been turned up was instantly held down and slumped down several inches.

The surrounding rockery a hundred steps collapsed, and the pool burst.

All kinds of meticulously cared for flowers, plants and trees, instantly turned into a fluffy powder.

Ji Yuan's face flushed red, and his blood was so intense that his brows were blushing.

In this move, he turned the hammer with all his strength, and the fist was fired like a cannon.

In half an instant, it fell on the left palm that the killing monk hastily stretched out.

It's like a mountain tops!

dong dong dong dong-

Dozens of explosions of thunder in the flick of the fingers, it was simply deafening!

"The sky is falling!"

The maids and maids in the nursing homes of the family do not know the situation.

One by one, the temples throbbed, almost fainting.

Under the unstable footing, the gourd rolled into a ball.

"Where did the thunder strike?"

Every household in Datongfang felt the movement and looked up at the sky one after another.

There is no dark cloud to cover, and there is no thunderbolt electric light.

"Good energy..."

The killing monk made a sound.

The skinny figure couldn't stand still, like an iron ball with full strength, it was suddenly thrown out.

He fell back with force, and slammed into the thick courtyard wall, which was embedded on the surface of a two-person rockery.

People are like hanging paintings, unable to fall down for a while.

"Master... are you all right?"

Seeing such a battle, Ji Yuan was a little shocked.

Immediately gather blood and step out of the surging smoke.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Good apprentice, your punch is not bad."

After a long while, the killing monk looked as usual, and pulled himself out of the rockery with a calm expression.

Still holding the bowl in the right hand and holding the bowl in the left calmly.

"Is it really okay? Master, if you are injured, don't force it."

Ji Yuan asked again.

He thought to himself that with that Arhat flipping hammer, he could kill him half to death even if he changed blood more than five times.

A killing monk who only presses his skills on the second stage of the channel can't be safe and sound.

"Apprentice, don't think that only you can practice horizontally, as a teacher, you also know that King Kong is not bad.

The mere fists and feet can't hurt the old man. "

The killing monk smiled.

"But... Master, are you vomiting blood?"

Ji Yuan looked at the old monk with a hint of red at the corners of his mouth, and reminded kindly.

"Really? It seems to have been too much exercise recently, full of qi and blood.

Amitabha, Lao Na is going back to meditate. "

The killing monk flew away like a fly under his feet.

The left palm hidden in the sleeve trembled uncontrollably, as if convulsion.

"Well, the apprentice's foundation is too good, and it's not a good thing.

If I knew it earlier, I had pressed the realm to exchange blood nine times. "