The First Cause of All Realms

Looking at the gray-robed old monk before the meeting, Yang Prison almost burst into flames, and it took twelve points of strength to forcibly hold back the throbbing in his heart.

Dharma!

Yang Prison clenched his fingers tightly and broke into a cold sweat. The realm of the old monk in front of him was as unfathomable as the ocean. Even if there was no malice in the slightest, it made his mind tense and could not relax.

But if an ordinary person sees it, this is just an unremarkable old monk.

His stature is very low, he is dry and has no flesh, and his wrinkled and squeezed eyes are very small, but his eyes are very clear, like a child.

He folded his hands together, and a curious, stunned look appeared in his eyes, and he immediately calmed down.

"Hui Ding, do you understand something?"

"A little bit of understanding."

Yang Yu's heart tightened.

Although the person in front of him was just the spirit left behind by the ancestor of the Zen sect more than two thousand years ago in an illusion, he always felt that the old monk had seen something.

"It's good to have understanding."

The old monk nodded.

"The great master taught well."

Yang Yu lowered his head slightly, guessing the old monk's intention in his heart.

"The old man's teachings are nothing but 16 words: 'All-powerful, invincible, invincible from all poisons, indestructible from diamonds, and just as strong as yang'. It depends on your own strength as to how well you can cultivate."

The old monk shook his head.

Air volume?

Chewing the old monk's words in his heart, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, just as he said, this Vajra is not a martial art in the ordinary sense.

Thousands of people learn, there are thousands of ways.

"The most stalwart of Buddhism is King Kong. The martial arts of this school are not based on Qi, Gang, or the flesh, but the word of the heart."

The old monk said slowly:

"If you don't know your own mind and don't know the Vajra mind, no matter how thick your inner breath is and how dense your true spirit is, if your mind doesn't reach the state of 'immobility in the eight places', it is far from being called 'not bad'."

"The heart of the King Kong, the eight places do not move..."

Yang prison explained the meaning of the old monk's words.

In fact, he knows a lot about the principles of practice. In the six-door case room, there are too many such sayings.

However, this is easier said than done.

Completely eliminate the obstacles of afflictions, obstacles of knowledge, and all attachments. All things are added together without being moved. It is the unmoved ground, and the eight grounds are unmoved. This is the mind of a bodhisattva.

Yang prison understands this truth, and there is a gap as far as heaven and earth between understanding and doing.

When he sees injustice, he becomes angry, when he sees a woman he loves, he is happy, when his relatives and friends are injured, he will kill, and when he encounters great changes, he may even become decadent and down.

It's not enough to understand.

"Your mind is good, your talent is not bad, and your understanding is beyond that of ordinary people. You can't talk about the Buddha's mind, but you have a bit of an angry look like a vajra."

The old monk commented, and without waiting for the latter to think deeply, he said again:

"Let the old man see your understanding."

"Um?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and saw the old monk standing with a smile on his face, with interest in his heart.

He himself was very curious about this great Zen master. Hearing this, he naturally wouldn't pretend to reject anything. The five fingers he squeezed had a blue-gold light overflowing, and he punched without hesitation.

call!

When the fist falls, the wind moves.

With Yang Yu's physical strength and martial arts at this time, this punch was provoked, and the sudden strong wind was enough to shake the meditation room into powder. However, as soon as the breeze started, it disappeared.

It seems to be completely engulfed by a black hole, without the slightest ripple.

A dry palm opened, and An Ren was as immobile as the ground, easily dispelling all the agitation of strength, and came back, wrapping Yang Yu's powerful punch.

Slow and steady.

"Come again!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up, and the fighting spirit that appeared in his heart dispelled all the fears in his heart.

If you miss a hit, pull your arm back, squeeze your fist marks together, your inner breath bursts out, and punch again!

Due to the scruples of revealing his identity, he never urged Baquan, but with this punch, blood energy and True Gang intertwined, and nine bulls and two tigers urged him to do so, and he did not spare any effort.

With one punch, even if the invisible energy spreads all around, the entire meditation room and the small courtyard outside it also made a buzzing sound, as if it was about to jump up.

Fine dust and sporadic snow were all shaken off the ground.

"not bad!"

Seeing this punch, the old monk's eyes also seemed to have a flash of light, and immediately, his palm bloomed like a lotus, and he accepted the punch again.

boom!

The muffled sound that seemed to be high and low exploded, and disappeared in a flash.

It was still a mud cow entering the sea, and this punch clearly had a collision, but it seemed to be empty and powerless, which was even more uncomfortable than hitting the sky.

"This……"

This time, Yang Prison finally moved.

He was not surprised that the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism could take his fist. What shocked him was that all the strength of his punch was accepted by him, and his clothes never fluttered.

Didn't even let go!

This is not only high martial arts, but the physique and strength of this old monk are even more than that of himself at this time!

"not bad."

The old monk applauded slightly, he lightly dipped his robe sleeves, stretched his five fingers, and nodded with a smile, like a flower.

boom!

When he clicked with one finger, Yang Yu's pupils shrank. In a trance, he only felt that there were waves surging in front of him, and a reed was floating in the middle, and the old monk held his hand on it.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged, and a behemoth appeared underwater, rolling up the undercurrent and turbulent, stormy waves, and it was about to hit the old monk, with a huge momentum.

Just in time, the old monk pressed down with one hand, and his dry fingers were lifted like jade pillars.

Just a ride, a mention, a toss.

It was blue-grey in color, and the behemoth that was more than ten feet away was thrown into the sky!

It wasn't until the reeds floated away that it was invisible from a distance, and the giant fish weighing tens of thousands of catties fell heavily, splashing thousands of waves, and chirping without injury.

This is, Buddha throwing an elephant? !

No, it's Bodhidharma throwing the whale!

call!

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like an instant, Yang Prison stepped back, the light and shadow in front of him disappeared, and at the same time, there was no sign of the old monk.

As it came, it disappeared without a trace.

"The Buddha threw the elephant..."

Yang Yu returned to his senses, but the emotion in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

Suddenly I understood what martial arts practice is like watching a mountain.

Thousands of miles away, it is as majestic as a flat mountain, and it doesn't seem to be very high, but the closer you get, the more you feel its majesty.

Unless you go to the foot of the mountain, you cannot see the majesty of the mountains.

Once, when he first became martial arts, when he saw Henry Zhang in the illusion of the flowing mountains, he only felt that he was strong, but he seemed to think that he was not so unattainable, but that was because he was too far from the mountain.

And at this moment, he has already reached the Martial Dao Juyue, and he has a foundation. Looking at it again at this moment, the old monk in front of him is inconceivably tall.

"Grandmaster? Or Martial Saint..."

After a long while, Yang Yu digested the throbbing in his heart and sensed his own changes.

In one day, he learned the indestructible body of the vajra and the Buddha throwing an elephant one after another. Even if the time was too short to study deeply, Yang Yu was still aware of the huge changes in himself.

This martial arts, a secret technique, are not martial arts in the ordinary sense. The former seems to be a horizontal practice but not horizontal, and the latter seems to be a method of fighting the enemy, and it is also used to strengthen the body.

When the two are superimposed, no matter how slow people are, they can perceive their own changes, not to mention Yang Prison.

"strength!"

Closing his eyes slightly, Yang Yu could only feel the power surging in his body like a big river and sea.

His strength has not been greatly improved, but it has become more condensed, like a piece of ore that has been forged into pig iron.

The total amount does not seem to increase but decreases, but in his personal use and urging, he has become more and more arbitrary and more solid.

only……

Opening his eyes and looking at the empty house, Yang Yu's eyes were full of solemnity and doubts:

"Why did he tell me 'Buddha throws an elephant'?"

Seriously terrified.

This secret technique is very useful to Yang Yu, but what he is showing at this time is the wisdom that he has learned this secret technique for a long time...

...

Sleepless nights.

Throughout the night, Yang Prison was digesting the two stunts he had learned, until the morning class bell rang and the sky was getting brighter, and he walked out of the meditation room.

Symbolically carry a burden.

As soon as they went out, they met the master and apprentice of Daoist Yun, who were approaching. They worked hard for many days.

"Grandmaster."

Seeing Yang Yu, the two looked at their noses and hearts with their eyes, and gave a big gift while biting their back molars.

These days, they are really envious. The two of them are like cows and horses. Every day they fall asleep when they are tired, and they live a life that is not human.

But the person in front of me is either meditating in the meditation room every day, or going to the Sutra Collection Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures and martial arts.

This treatment is simply a world apart, and this salute really makes them uncomfortable.

The minds of the two of them were like watching the fire in Yang Yudong, but they didn't care much. They smiled slightly and asked:

"How have you been these days?"

Daoist Yun had a dark face, and reluctantly replied, "It's okay", and he was a little speechless.

On the other hand, Mu Shaoyou folded his hands together, and returned to the Buddha's name in a dignified manner, saying, "Master Huiding, when will we set off?"

It was only then that Yang Yu saw that the two of them seemed to have packed up some items, and couldn't help but be surprised:

"I didn't seem to say that I would take you down the mountain..."

"Um?"

Yun Daoren raised his head in astonishment: "Didn't you ask us to accompany you by name?"

Mu Shaoyou was also a little confused.

"……I forgot."

Yang Yu's tone paused, and just then he returned to his senses and said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain..."

Ripples rose in his heart.

Of course, he had the intention to bring Taoist Yun down the mountain. After all, the old Taoist seemed to know a lot of secrets about this fairyland~www.novelmt.com~ but he didn't have time to say it.

Then who arranged them?

He let out a sigh of turbid air, and the more fearful Yang Yu felt, the more he wanted to go down the mountain, and without hesitation, he led the two of them down the mountain.

The terrain of Dafo Mountain is rugged and the mountain road is difficult to travel. It took more than half an hour to descend the mountain with the strength of three people's feet.

Suddenly, Yang Yu turned around and was separated by mountains. He seemed to have seen the top of the Big Buddha Mountain. An old monk was watching with a smile, his heart tightened, and he turned and left.

"Amitabha."

On the top of the Great Buddha Mountain, the old monk who used to call Yang Prison 'Senior Brother' chanted the Buddha's name lightly and said, "Why didn't the Great Master show up to see him off? Senior Brother, here we go..."

"I saw it!"

The old monk turned around.

He looked at the busy, but only rudimentary Dafo Mountain, with an unspeakable smile:

"The weather is swaying, and my Tao is prospering. Not bad, very good, very good!"