Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The killing monk held a bronze bowl, his right palm fell, and his head was buckled.

Rumbling, like thunder, continuous explosions, shaking air waves.

The mouth of the bowl the size of a palm contains the mighty Buddha light.

Its momentum is huge, like the surging and turbulent ocean of a giant abyss.

Overwhelming the sky is also like, rolling straight over.

"This is the evolution of the exterior. It's self-contained... Compared with my Zhoutian Dojo, it's far worse."

Ji Yuan's thoughts turned, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He sensed that the killing monk was not malicious, just to teach the method of tempering the bones and muscles of the "Fujian King Sutra".

If you guessed correctly, it was an unremarkable tattered copper bowl that had been filled with wine and meat.

It should be the inheritance of the hidden veins of Huangjue Temple, which is specially used for teaching the law and fighting the enemy.

"Mount Sumeru is 84,000 feet high, how can I climb it?"

Ji Yuan looked up at the overwhelming power of the mind, giving the illusion that the sky was falling.

Then, click "clang".

The copper bowl was buckled on the bluestone floor tile, making a crisp sound.

As if using the powerful method of Sumeru mustard seeds, the tall and straight figure in the white python flying fish suit disappeared in an instant.

It's as if it's actually been put in!

The courtyard was calm.

No more sound.

"The Sutra of Kings of the Unmoved Mountain is divided into Xiaoding, Dading, and Changding.

Only by first entering the concentration, can one attain immobility,

His heart is as peaceful and forbearing as the earth, and he incarnates into the Buddha of the Mountain King.

Jiulang has broken through the exchange of blood, it is already Xiaoding, if he can reach the top of Mount Sumeru,

Once the 208 bones are fully tempered, there is hope to enter the realm of great tranquility. "

The killing monk lowered his eyelids and thought silently.

Among the six Dharma of Huangjue Temple, the future immortal Buddha is the most mysterious.

Pay attention to endowments and pay attention to fate.

Over the past dynasties, many talented Buddhist disciples have been unable to penetrate and cultivate.

For thousands of years, it has been the abbot who was recognized as a blunt fool when he was young.

Inexplicably, the progress was rapid, and in one fell swoop, he became an immortal Buddha body, and he was able to take the lead.

As for the truth of the day, it is to cultivate a mighty heart and to subdue demons.

Every day, the essence of heaven and earth is collected and refined, and it is transformed into all kinds of different fires, until it evolves into a round of Vajra Fiery Sun that illuminates the ten directions.

Destroy evil spirits, subdue external demons, and destroy everything!

And leaking out the palm of the gods is taken from the "Great Wisdom Theory", the profound meaning of getting rid of attachment and afflictions.

It means that by practicing this martial art, the troubles will continue to decrease, the wisdom will continue to increase, and finally the results will be achieved.

It is an extremely mysterious top-notch martial arts, which brings the method of defense to the extreme.

As long as there is no flaw in the heart, the moves will be seamless, and there will be no omissions.

These three divine arts are all the dharma gates of Huangjue Temple.

Anyone who worships in a temple, is ordained as a monk, slowly sharpens his mind, and becomes an inner disciple will have the opportunity to practice.

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In addition, there are three volumes of martial arts, which are the inheritance of hidden veins.

Outsiders, not to mention cultivation, may not even hear about it.

That is, upholding the heart of goodness and practicing the way of punishing evil, the Six Destruction Sword of Precepts.

Immortal, immortal, unbroken and unbroken, the Unmoving Mountain King Sutra.

And to cultivate the physical body, the dharma body, and the corresponding body, directly pointing to the way of becoming a Buddha and being the ancestor of the three-generation Tathagata body.

"I don't pass on the Jiulang Liuxie Broken Sword, because he is a person with no taboos and a resolute temperament.

If you have no precepts in your heart, how can you break it? Forcibly practicing will only lead to a fork in the road.

The reason that the body of the Tathagata of the Three Worlds is not broken is because he is a person who entered the world, not a monk who came out of the world.

The karma carried on the body is karmic and causal, and the qi is as many as the country's luck.

Only the Unmoving Mountain King Sutra is famous for its mental strength, known as the eight winds to shake and ten places to move.

Since Kuro was able to get started, he understood the fourteen-character mantra: "An unmoving is like the earth, quiet and deep like a secret treasure".

Perhaps, there is hope to step into constancy.

The mind is immortal, the thought is immortal, the body is like a mountain king, and it will never be broken..."

The worried look in the eyes of the killing monk was not because he had no confidence in Ji Yuan.

It's just that climbing Mount Sumeru, the hardships and training that one has to endure, is really beyond what people can imagine.

Since ancient times, the method of horizontal training has to be pierced by drops of water and hardened, and there is no shortcut.

Even if the ribs are ribbed, the four elephants are nothing but such a tyrannical physique of innate divine power.

"Whether it's success or failure, it's up to God."

The old monk's heart is certain, and he will never make waves again.

He bowed his head and continued chanting, waiting for the result of his apprentice.

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The wind is high and the waves are high, like falling into a bitter sea!

When Ji Yuan opened his eyes again, he was already immersed in a boundless ocean.

Under the body is the turbulent water current, which sometimes throws him up and sometimes falls.

Before people came back to their senses, there was a rumbling thunderstorm rolling away, deafening.

Ji Yuan, who propped up the Zhoutian Dojo and stood on the sea, was stunned.

Not far away, I saw pitch-black waves dozens of feet, hundreds of feet high.

It is like a towering copper wall that connects to the sky, rising out of thin air!

Looking up, he couldn't see his head.

There seems to be no limit, there is a terrible pressure that teaches people to suffocate.

Ordinary people can't imagine how terrifying power and weather it will be once such a turbulent wave is shot down!

"This...do you want me to cross the sea of ​​misery?

Such a natural catastrophe, even if the masters of the four realms who have condensed the real gang come over, they may not be able to stop them, right? ! "

Ji Yuan's face was stunned, and he couldn't believe it.

Now that he has stepped into the blood exchange level, his five senses have greatly improved.

Previously, when he first refined the Sutra of the Unmovable Mountain King, he was put into this bronze bowl by a killing monk.

The latter exudes majestic blood energy, activating fiery real fire, and hone his physique.

It is the combination of the external world and the power of the mind.

Today, Ji Yuan is inexplicably in this boundless sea of ​​suffering, but it is more like stepping into a cave.

Everything I feel is true.

As if there is a Tao, the texture is condensed and the real scene evolves.

Therefore, this sea of ​​bitterness, this big wave, is not an illusion!

Boom! Boom!

As Ji Yuan pondered, the pitch-black wave collapsed like a peak in the sky.

Seemingly slow, as if frozen.

It came very quickly, as if the curtain was raised and raised.

Fuel the flames and make a huge noise!

In the face of such turbulent waves, the insignificance of the human body is like a drop in the ocean.

As if there was no chance of evasion, he would definitely end up shattering his body and turning his flesh into mud.

The great terror of life and death shrouded Ji Yuan's heart like a shadow.

"Master Linji will not deliberately give me problems, and test me in such a way that is beyond my ability...

So, how should a warrior who has exchanged blood in the three realms get through the sea of ​​suffering? "

His mind was as calm as a lake, and he kept thinking about it, trying to forget the hundreds of feet of big waves that were about to fall.

"The essence of Fudo Mountain King Sutra is 'the heart does not move, the body does not move, only the spirit is firm and the spirit is firm, just like the king of the mountain living in the world'.

No matter what is true or false, none of them can shake their existence! I got it! "

So, Ji Yuan opened his eyes wide and looked straight at the all-conquering pitch-black wave.

The booming sound shook the mind.

It seems that someone pulled the sky and smashed it down, the momentum is extremely amazing!

The ancients used to describe the calm and calm air of a landslide in front of them without changing their face.

But if the sky is falling down, what kind of mood should it be?

"Faced with the boundless sea of ​​suffering, people are as humble and insignificant as ants, powerless and with nowhere to escape.

This is what Buddhism means by the so-called formation, destruction, abiding, and emptiness.

Heaven and earth are constantly arising and passing away, the great world is constantly collapsing, and everything is reduced to nothingness, but so what?

Sentient beings are born, old, sick, and die, while ruthless beings are born, decomposed, and dwell in emptiness.

Only when the enlightened person has an epiphany and becomes a mountain king, can he be immortal and immortal, not broken or broken! "

The nine-hole stone figure in Ji Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness glowed with golden light, infused with endless insights.

The originally stern eyebrows suddenly became calm.

The terrifying sight of the sky falling apart could not shake his body at all.

The mind is always the same, staying true to nature.

"Stay still! Deliberation is like a secret treasure!"

The dragon and snake scriptures of the Fudo Mountain King Sutra are like 800 great Arhats singing in unison, shaking the bones and flesh.

Boom! Boom boom boom!

The stormy waves hundreds of feet high crashed down, as if thousands of thunderstorms sounded in succession.

In an instant, it was dark and dark, and Wang Yang turned over, causing violent turbulence.

It is enough to crush the violent anger of the mind, until it is about to touch the body.

The sound of "bang" just now disappeared and disappeared completely.

Like a water fantasy, there is no trace of the past!

"Sure enough, I guessed right, this test is a test of my mental strength.

However, now that the sea of ​​suffering has passed, where is the Mount Sumeru mentioned by Master Linji? "

Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling of panic that the sky had collapsed just now was not so easy to remove.

If it wasn't for the blessing of the cyan fate [Heart Ruo Bing Qing], I am afraid that I would be trapped in a sea of ​​misery, and it would be difficult to escape for a while.

After crossing the pitch-dark ocean, the world changed, and Ji Yuan stood on a rugged road.

On the left and right are steep cliffs that are cut like knives, and there is an endless void below.

Before long, he saw a majestic mountain that was indescribable in words.

Almost beyond the horizon, it cannot be contained.

its height, almost nine days deep;

Its breadth already covers the ten directions;

Its big, as if carrying a thousand;

Its weight is beyond all realms!

All in all, Ji Yuan has never seen such a majestic and precipitous mountain peak in his life!

He almost broke his neck and couldn't see the top of the mountain.

"Dare to love 84,000 feet, it's just an imaginary number? How do you climb this to reach the top?"

In addition to being shocked, Ji Yuan quickly gathered up the distracting thoughts in his heart and stopped thinking about them.

He did it to understand the bone-refining method of the Sutra of the King of the Mountain, not to really come to climb the mountain!

No matter how big the bitter sea is, cross it!

No matter how high Xumi is, climb to the top!

With a certain mind, Ji Yuan is ready to act.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and watched for a while.

Immediately, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had encountered a problem.

The foot of the mountain, which should have been flat and wide, is particularly steep and steep.

Every twists and turns, every concavity, exhausting manpower!

It is as if there are countless edges and corners, twisted and arbitrarily unparalleled, and there is almost no place to start!

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, I hope the middle is not more difficult, and the end is not the most difficult."

Ji Yuan said with a smile, sternly and rightly.

He took a steady step and walked straight to the foot of the mountain.

Looking up, I feel that this Dayue mountain peak is majestic and impermanent, with strange rocks.

The cliff is steep, like an unparalleled beast, gnawing at it with monstrous ferocity.

After crossing the sea of ​​hardships, Ji Yuan has also been tempered a bit, and his mind remains calm.

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and reached out to hold a wet, gentle bump.

The feet are straight and stick to the mountain wall, the arms are spread out, and the pull-ups are done with all their strength.

The whole body is like a dragon and snake, and it must be bent and shaken constantly in order to stand firmly, so as not to fall.

Vigorous qi and blood, as if the lid of Lie Lie's oven was lifted and gushed out!

"It turns out that this is what Master Linji said about mountain climbing!"

Ji Yuan suddenly realized that the edges and corners at the foot of the mountain caused him to consume a huge amount of energy every time he took a step.

Whether it is on the ground by hand or where the feet are supported, it is extremely difficult to gain a firm foothold.

It is often necessary to comprehend the trend of the mountains and stones with one's heart, and then mobilize all the muscles and bones of the whole body in order to succeed.

Just climbing up ninety steps is less than two feet tall.

Ji Yuan, who has the two rare fates of 【Qiu Tendons and Ribs】 and 【Dragon Elephant Strength】, as well as ten Qi meridians with a strong foundation, was already a little tired and began to gasp for breath.

"This Mount Sumeru, from a distance, is as steep as the sky, unattainable, and frustrating.

From a close look, it looks like a beast, and its fangs are protruding. There is no feasible way at all.

It is really difficult! "

Ji Yuan was dripping with sweat, gritted his teeth and insisted.

Like a tiny dragon and snake clinging to the mountain, constantly sharpening its own muscles and bones.

But for about two hours, his body was shaking like a sieve.

The skin all over the body is sore, and there is no pain.

It was as if countless steel needles had been pricked, and the pain caused every muscle and every bone to tremble.

This is the extreme pain that he has never tried again after he has achieved physical fitness.

"No wonder Master Linji said that Mount Sumeru is 84,000 zhang high, and every inch is made of bone and blood!

Every step you take, every time you climb, you have to squeeze your whole body!

It's like a beast hitting a rock and making its body into a lake of flesh and blood, so that it can be tougher! "

Ji Yuan panted like an ox, and ten qi pulses in his body trembled.

It seems that a clear spring has emerged from the dry field, giving birth to a strong energy again.

His fingers are like hooks, grinding away the flesh.

Stubbornly grabbed into the hard mountain, and moved forward again!

The tendons in the body are tensed, like a strong bow pulled into a full moon.

The two hundred and eight bones were rubbing against each other, and under the severe pain, blood that was as thick as mercury splattered.

Like clumps of oil ignited, it turned into a white jade body with flawless surface.

At the same time of suffering, there is also the comfort of transformation!

As you climb the mountain, it gets faster and faster.

The Sutra of Fudo Mountain King, which is entrenched in the heart, is like a dragon and a snake, like a lantern.

One after another burst open, firmly imprinted on the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"The first time I climbed Mount Sumeru, I have already stepped over 60 feet... Lao Na really didn't see it wrong. He was born to train his muscles and bones horizontally, and he was a genius in Chan and martial arts!"

After a long time, the drooping eyelids of the killing monk lifted slightly, and the bronze bowl that had fallen to the ground was turned up.

His eyes fell, as if the Buddha looked down at the world.

In the eyes, there is a shocking picture.

The tiny figure, covered in blood, is like a dragon and snake winding its head upwards, intending to ascend to the sky!

From the beginning of the foot of the mountain, it is already more than sixty feet high!

Outsiders may not know the difficulty of this, but as a killing monk who inherits the hidden veins of Huangjue Temple, he is very clear.

"What a hanging Buddha, a Tantric Bodhisattva! How can it compare to the successor of the old man!

Sixty feet! When the second-generation patriarch created and performed the method, for the first time, he only climbed eighty-eight feet! "

The Slaughtering Monk seemed to be full of consolation, his old face was shaking again and again, and he couldn't hold back his cheerful smile.