The First Cause of All Realms

Ping Dushan is not within the scope of the remnants of the book of life and death, and what he sees through the secluded can't be very detailed, but it is naturally not difficult for him. With his will and his methods, he can ask what he wants. .

It's just that he's not a bloodthirsty person after all.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, Yang Prison never thought that he was a good person in the ordinary sense, and murder was not enough to describe him.

But he is not a murderer.

He upholds the precepts of 'unlawful', and he has a ruler in his heart, whether he kills or not.

Just like what rebooting said, in today's Zen Buddhism, even in Buddhism, there is little soil for keeping the precepts.

But in the end, there are good people, and they will kill them all.

What's more, Bodhidharma asked him to clean up the door on his behalf, but he did not destroy Zen Buddhism. Therefore, Yang Prison's rare method was gentle.

Except for those who are indeed extremely evil, most of them violate the clear rules and precepts of Zen Buddhism, but there is no serious evil, and he is just abolishing martial arts.

In the mountains and forests, the smell of blood is quite strong, and the huge gap of losing martial arts cannot stand, and the mourning can be heard ten miles away.

"Kill God, kill God..."

Walking out of the mountain forest, the monks of Fulong Temple avoided far away, and many monks were trembling in their hands and feet, and they were not able to escape the poisonous hands.

A total of six people have been abolished in martial arts, including even the contemporary host of Fulong Temple, abstaining from killing...

"Amitabha…"

On the top of the barren mountain, he glanced back at the many brothers and sisters who were far away from him, the expression of rebooting was complicated, and the folded hands were shaking uncontrollably.

After more than ten years of nurturing, and twenty years of teaching martial arts, he naturally couldn't bear his master being abolished from martial arts, but how could he stop the man beside him.

Huhu~

On the bulging bluestone beside the cliff, Yang Yu sat cross-legged in meditation, looking down at the sea of ​​​​clouds, Shen Fei Mingming.

For him at this time, dealing with these monks is naturally not a burden, whether it is psychological or martial arts.

The old monk from Fulong Temple named Jishou, his martial arts is not inferior to Xu Jing, and he has special skills, but he has not destroyed much of his hands and feet.

Ninety percent of his mind was hidden in nothingness, and he could not pursue the exploration of the fairy and magic realm...

"Master Yang."

Looking at Yang Yu who was sitting quietly in the wind, rebooting suddenly said:

"If someone close to you committed an unforgivable sin, what would you do?"

"The little monk can't bear the guilt in his heart, and even blames me?"

In his mind, if Yang Yudong was watching the fire, he also knew why he asked this question.

Rebooting was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Master Yang hasn't answered the little monk yet."

"You want to ask me if I'm treated equally, and whether there will be double standards in my heart because of distance and distance?"

Yang Yu looked back and glanced at him lightly:

"What kind of answer do you want?"

There was another moment of silence, rebooting lowered his head and said astringently:

"The purpose of my Zen Buddhism is to uphold the precepts, to understand the mind, to see the nature, to abandon the six desires and seven emotions, and to see the true nature of the self...

Humanity is so, can it really be done? "

"Whether you can do it or not depends on yourself..."

Looking down at the sea of ​​​​clouds and feeling the wind blowing, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of that Prince Zhao.

"You ask me, what would I do if someone very close to me committed an unforgivable sin... This question was asked by Prince Zhao a few months ago."

People are not sages, distance is their nature, and they are as decisive as Henry Zhang. Facing their biological mother, it is difficult to kill them.

He may not be able to do it if he changes his position.

only…

Rebooting looked up, wondering how he answered.

"I replied; 'I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation'."

Yang Prison answered very seriously, just like a few months ago:

"In the world, too many things are just a matter of one thought. If you know how to avoid it, you can avoid it..."

The regret of the king of Zhao is that the method he has done will be completed in the way of Linlong, and then it will be promoted to the world.

For family members and close people, he has a sudden and sudden, and in the end, under the promotion of caring people, it falls short.

"This is not an answer."

Rebooting looked at him blankly.

"Yang is not a saint either..."

Yang Yu didn't like this kind of question out of nothing, but he didn't avoid talking about it.

He would never believe that the old couple who had been kind and kind for half their lives would not be safe at the end of the festival, and he also believed in the people who stayed by their side and the "living dead".

"If there is such a day... Yang will be able to live up to his 'heart'."

"So, the little monk understands..."

Rebooting took a deep breath, and suddenly, it seemed like he had planned it for a long time, his true qi surged into the room, and he actually abolished his martial arts.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, the little monk's complexion was pale, he stumbled and sat down, his qi and blood were empty, but his expression was somewhat relieved:

"Xiao Seng's martial arts are all taught by the master and returned to him, which is also what it should be..."

Yang Prison didn't stop him. He had already learned from this monk, so he didn't comfort him when he saw him looking at him:

"According to the rules of the people, if you borrow money from people, you have to pay back 12 or 30 taels. It stands to reason that if you pay back this martial arts, you have to help each other..."

"…"

Rebooting lost for a moment.

"Forget it, Yang paid the interest on your behalf."

Afraid that this dead-brained little monk would really lose his hands and feet, Yang Yu took out a book from the mustard seed space, and when he raised his hand, he was wrapped in the real gang and flew down the mountain.

His eyesight was so precise that with a flick of his hand, the secret book had already flown to the old monk who was staggering down the mountain with a bitter expression.

"This is?"

Rebooting was stunned.

"The 'Bitter Chan Great Practice', one of the top twelve stunts, passed down by your patriarch, is a lot stronger than the martial arts you have learned..."

Yang Prison replied.

Bodhidharma never said it clearly, but he knew in his heart that this great master of Zen did not care about future generations of Taoism.

On the contrary, he has been dead for two thousand years, and he has not forgotten to ask him to clean up the door on his behalf, so it can be seen that he values ​​the Taoism.

Therefore, he understood very well that although the twelve stunts were given to him, he also had the idea of ​​passing it on for him.

"Top twelve stunts?"

Rebooting was startled at first, then he smiled wryly, but he remembered what kind of martial arts this Kuchan Daxing method is.

What is asceticism?

This is a very ancient practice method.

It is said that he maintains his inner piety by enduring severe pain and extremely restraining his own fleshly desires.

Its fundamental is to realize the spiritual practice method through the ultimate self-control, self-discipline, and rejecting the temptation of material and flesh.

Many unique skills inherited by Patriarch Bodhidharma have their own reasons for being lost. The only one is this great practice of Kuchan, because it is too difficult to practice, and the income and the effort are completely incommensurate.

According to legend, the great success of this bitter meditation is only to live longer, as for the power...

"It's his business whether he succeeds or not, but I'll pay the interest on your behalf. Now, let's talk about it..."

He naturally knew what the Great Practice of Kuchan was, otherwise, he would not have given it to the old monk.

Saying that, he glanced at rebooting and handed the medicine pill over:

"What happened? Why did the illusion collapse for no reason? Did your ancestor leave any words?"

"call!"

After taking the medicine pill handed by Yang Yu, taking it, rebooting and taking a deep breath, he said:

"After I parted ways with you that day, the Patriarch took me a long way, to many, many places..."

There is no concealment, rebooting comes one by one.

On that day, after the Buddha statue was handed over to Yang Prison, Bodhidharma left with rebooting. On the way, he taught him various methods of keeping the precepts, many Buddhist scriptures, and only martial arts. Just because he was too light, he passed on the door step. Snow without trace.

More, is to take him to walk the world...

"...Why did the illusion collapse? The little monk was at a loss at the time, but after thinking about it, the Patriarch was afraid that the day he handed you the Buddha statue, everything was properly arranged..."

Rebooting sighed, took out a gray stone from his arms and handed it to Yang Yu:

"After coming out, the little monk discovered that he had more of this thing on his body. If it's not bad, I'm afraid it was left to you by the patriarch..."

This is,

"Sherry?"

Yang Yu's eyes trembled, and he already felt the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will within him.

He stared at him, but felt that the aura inside was vague and illusory, as if shrouded in invisible power, constantly wiping away...

'This breath...'

Yang Yu pressed his chest lightly, but the gluttonous cauldron did not respond. Obviously, this relic was not considered an ingredient, or it was already damaged.

only…

Holding the relic, Yang Yu concentrated, and also launched:

【Dharma Relic】

[The legacy of Honghua, the great master of Zen Buddhism, contains the spirit of his people...]

【Damage】

"It should be the relic left by the patriarch Zhanhua. Later generations of Zen disciples have been looking for it for a long time, but I don't think it's the old man who took it..."

Rebooting looks sad:

"Unfortunately, the aura inside is already very weak, and there is no trace of words left..."

The words came to an abrupt end here, and the little monk raised his head suddenly, and couldn't help but be stunned.

But I saw Yang Yu pick up the relic and press it towards the center of his eyebrows, and he pressed it in!

Press, press in? !

He was shocked beyond words. He wanted to stretch out his hand, but was forced to take a few steps back by an invisible air machine. When he looked again, Yang Yu's figure was shrouded in real gangs.

A few faint gray-black auras lingered around him, and it was this gray-black aura that forced him back.

"Five ghosts transporting technique?!"

…

hum!

At the moment when the relic was pressed into the eyebrows, with all the power of the heavenly eye, Yang Yu just caught a glimpse of the light of Buddha's light.

No, it's not just Buddha Light!

In the thin Buddha's light, an unknown aura was clearly mixed, and it slowly turned like a large grinding disc, constantly strangling the Buddha's light.

"Tongyou!"

Without hesitation, Yang Prison once again urged the seclusion, and his will was raised to the limit. Under the superposition of various abilities, he tried his best to 'hear' the intermittent voices from the thin Buddha light.

"A wisp of obsession... Although I took the palm of this seat with the help of an illusion... I can rest my eyes in death..."

"The Great Sun Tathagata's Divine Palm is worthy of being the number one in ancient and modern times... Compared with the various martial arts that Lao Na has exhausted with all his energy, it seems that it is not worth mentioning..."

Yang prison was highly concentrated, and just now in a trance, he saw the faintly invisible Buddha Mountain, and the old monk who was almost invisible in the fog.

The picture is blurry to the point of being unrecognizable, but the broken walls and the wreckage of the mountain can still be seen faintly. I don't know if it was because of the collapse of the illusion or the aftermath of the fight between the two.

Someone said something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and only heard the sentence intermittently:

"Longevity is not living... can you... get out of the illusion?"

"Chao Wendao, it's okay to die in the evening... You really don't want to take a look, do you really want to take a look at that day..."

"Old man, you have got your own way."

"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"

"road…"

The picture is much clearer at this moment, Yang Yu concentrates on going, and sees the broken walls and the ruins, a faint Buddha light is lifted up,

The old monk stepped into the sky and climbed to the sky, forming a Buddha seal with his ten fingers, hitting the cloud and mist that seemed unattainable like the lotus pedestal of the Bodhisattva:

"This is the Tao!"

boom!

The picture flashed by, Yang Yu's brows stinging unconsciously, and after a while, he heard a sound.

Husky and bitter.

"This is not your martial arts..."

"Martial arts, opened by this seat, all the essence of the past three thousand years, should also be attributed to this seat, what is it or not?"

"Wu, you didn't open it... Lao Na once caught a glimpse of the traces of an ancient sect in a fantasy world. Among them, martial arts have been passed down..."

In the blurry picture, there is a voice.

Martial arts before ancient times?

Yang Yu couldn't help but stunned. He was highly concentrated and wanted to hear it more clearly, but unfortunately, it was still vague, and it was clearly missing a paragraph.

But you can also vaguely guess what...

"...What kind of punch is this?"

"If you talk nonsense, you can be considered a Zen master?"

"What the old man said, every word is true..."

"I don't know what it means... The Zen martial arts that you are proud of are nothing in the eyes of this seat... This fist, taken from the younger generation of later generations, is called 'Baquan'..."

"This sword... is called, Seven Tribulations..."

"This punch, call Tiangang..."

"This knife, the three yin slaying demon..."

After a brief silence, the old monk's voice was intermittent and repeated:

"This is not your martial arts..."

"The sea accepts hundreds of rivers, and thousands of rivers join together. Martial arts never work behind closed doors... The generation has realized the prototype, and I will deduce the success. Yes or no, what is it?"

"...Prototype? Mr. Lu, the few times when the illusion was opened, Lao Na also heard that there were two supreme masters in later generations..."

"...In this seat's eyes, they are nothing more than dangling boys, and their martial arts may not be bad, but they are far from being a great success..."

"Mr. Lu, why lie to a lonely soul? Since ancient times, all creations have been based on their own will. This bully boxing has no will of yours..."

"...You've been sitting in a well for too long, how do you know the sky and the earth are so far away? It's not easy for you to live and die for two thousand years. It's a pity that you can't go any further with a single soul and one obsession..."

"...Martialists can learn thousands of martial arts, but only one kind of will... Mr. Lu, you can't fool you..."

"yes?"

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At this moment, Yang Yu saw the Great Buddha Mountain again, the rickety old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds...

hum!

At this point, the light was so intense that Yang Yu could no longer see anything, but felt that the Buddha's light was shining.

"That martial art of yours seems to be called 'Dharma in the present life'? Then look at it, this seat is based on it and deduced..."

"The Tathagata of the present world!"

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Good night…

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