Chapter 63: Tibetan Yoga (Second update please give me a monthly ticket)

After a while, Bai Ze smoothly turned the several looking holes on the watchtower and touched the drain at the lowest point. He looked up and looked up. He thought about a height of about ten meters. He knew in his mind. Suddenly, his feet kicked their legs and exerted force, and moved upwards. The four tips moved in unison. His hands were in eagle claws, and he firmly grasped the drain pipe in front of him. He looked like a big gecko, with his hands and feet pressing against the wall, and he kept squeezing. He rubbed a few times and then climbed to the top of the watchtower.

The whole process was no more than ten seconds.

This kind of kung fu that sticks to the wall is one of the secret techniques of the world. Because it is good at climbing walls and shaped like a gecko, it is called "gecko skills" or "walking wall techniques". It has no lethality itself, but it is better because of its ingenious skills, which is difficult for ordinary people to touch.

In the old society, there were so-called thieves who entered thousands of families at night and mostly practiced the ability to "fly the eaves and walk on the wall". The so-called "walks" here actually refers to this kind of gecko skills. It is said that to the highest level of practice, even if you are facing the back to the wall, up and down, you can "swim" all the way up and down.

Although Bai Ze had never practiced this skill before, he had heard of this technique in the mouth of Mr. Bai. In addition, he entered the master's realm at this time, and his internal and external skills were combined. With his hands and feet moving, the hardness and softness were used together. The breath in his pores was naturally sucked and spitted, and a suction force could naturally be generated.

Based on this, the external gecko skills are used. After learning the first step, the effect is surprisingly good, just like a thief who has practiced this skill for more than ten years.

After more than ten seconds, he grabbed the wall silently and did not ask anyone to find any trace.

The Tibetan watchtowers were all flat, and in the past they were used as sanitary yards. Bai Ze turned over and calmed down, and his feet fell silently. In a blink of an eye, he found a window with lights on the top floor.

Then my ears trembled back and forth, and immediately filtered all the noises in this stormy night, and heard some slight noises coming from the building.

After listening carefully for a few minutes, Bai Ze hooked his feet on the roof of the house, using a "pearl rolling curtain" to slowly put down his whole body like an upside-down bat, facing the glass window that he had found in advance.

Through the window, I found that it was a Tibetan scripture hall inside. The lights he saw before were all the butter lamps in the room. The layout of the entire room was also extremely spacious and gorgeous. The huge Buddha niche with colorful paintings and carvings occupied a whole wall. In addition to the several Buddha statues enshrined on it, there were also many Thangkas inlaid with various gems on one side. When the lights were illuminated, they were shining with golden light and extremely luxurious.

There is an exquisite solid wood Zen bed in front of the shrine, covered with thick and gorgeous blankets. At this time, a young man wearing a big red robe, with short hair, dark and slightly red skin was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hand and reading.

It's actually a lama

Bai Ze felt amazement and immediately reached out to open the glass window, loosened his feet, and jumped into it. Perhaps because the butter burned in the scripture hall for many years, the market was filled with smoke, so this window was not closed, and a gap was left for ventilation.

"Who are you?"

As soon as the window opened, a gust of cold wind poured in, blowing all the lights in the room and shaking. The young lama, who was originally meditating on the Zen bed and staring at the Buddhist scriptures, suddenly turned around and saw that the window was wide open, and a black shadow came to him in a blink of an eye.

With a blink of an eye, Bai Ze's series of actions were really like lightning flashes, flashing out of thin air. The man jumped into the room outside. Before he could land on the ground, he seemed to be a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep. He pressed the lama down on the Zen bed, then reached out and covered his mouth, dragged the knife, and cut open his throat.

The lama suddenly turned his eyes up, and his thighs swelled up, like a big fish that was out of water. His eyes were staring at Bai Ze, and in a short while it slowly lost its luster.

"Hmph, what you usually do is to cut into pieces, and you still want the blessing of God and Buddha?"

Bai Ze killed the lama directly with lightning speed and without saying a word, but his expression on his face became a little gloomy.

By interrogating the two gangsters, Bai Ze also knew that the Muma Villa was just a stronghold of the hunchbacked Samba and did not usually live here for a long time. Therefore, although the sutra hall in the watchtower has been burning incense and singing butter for many years, the light lama did not chant the sutras.

At least not before today.

Thinking of what was said in the confession, Bai Ze couldn't help but think about it when he had a distinguished guest coming to Basang tonight.

At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, from far to near, and then there was a knock on the door. A man said something outside the door in Tibetan, and Bai Ze couldn't understand what it was.

However, he could hear that there was indeed only one person outside the door. He immediately stepped forward quietly and stabbed the hidden knife without opening the door. He immediately broke the door panel and stabbed the man in the lower abdomen with one stab.

With a chirping sound, the wooden door more than two inches thick was pierced by a hidden knife as if it were thin paper. Then a muffled groan came from outside the door. Bai Ze opened the door again and saw a Tibetan man wearing a big red monk's robe, tall and even taller than Bai Ze, covering his lower abdomen with one hand and retreating backwards.

The big man was almost two meters tall, with long hands and feet, so his body was a long distance from the door panel when knocking on the door. Therefore, although he was injured now, Bai Ze's knife just now failed to kill him, and he only stabbed him more than an inch deep into his lower abdomen.

This Tibetan man was tall and strong, with half of his shoulders exposed, his muscles raised high, like steel, and his eyes were sharp and he moved very quickly. As soon as he was injured, he immediately retreated. When Bai Ze opened the door and came out, the others had already retreated two meters away.

When he saw Bai Ze's wet dress, he immediately knew that it was not good. He kicked his eyes and asked for a warning.

But at this time, Bai Ze could not allow him to report to his accomplices. When the people rushed forward, there was an eagle claw coming towards him. The strong wind was shrill and it was like a sharp blade breaking through the air. As long as he dared to speak again, even if it was delayed for a moment, his throat would be immediately caught.

However, this man was obviously not an ordinary person. He was not shocked and angry during life and death. He was like a crazy rhino on the prairie. Facing Bai Ze's sharp grab, he did not retreat but advanced. He pushed one foot against the wall behind him, and then ran out.

At the same time, his body was moving, twisting his head aside, and moving upward from his waist, his spine as if it had dispersed. His upper body was incorrectly opened with his lower body. At the moment he quickly avoided Bai Ze's claw, he moved his elbow horizontally, and he slanted to Bai Ze's neck along the strange angle of his body.

"Good guy, it's actually the oblique elbow of Tibetan Yoga and Tantric Fist."

This Tibetan man was not surprised at this time, but he turned out to be a practitioner who practiced Tibetan Tantric martial arts. Tantric practice focuses on body, speech and mind, and has a unique way. It is not only very different from traditional Chinese martial arts, but also very different from other schools of martial arts in Buddhism.

Moreover, the practice method is secret and strange, and it is rarely spread, and it is a kung fu that forms its own school of martial arts.

This great man practiced this school of yoga. Although he was like a Vajra and had extremely powerful strength, he had already practiced his body to be weak and boneless, so he could twist all joints of his body at will, and avoid Bai Ze's killing attack like a snake in his busy schedule.

Seeing the strong wind whistling in front of him, the man twisted his body and used the elbow to exert force. His bent upper body suddenly bounced back, and it seemed as if his arms were bent. With the force superimposed, his elbow tip pushed to one side of Bai Ze's body.

Bai Ze did not expect that he would come here to meet such a master, who tried to do nothing twice in succession. While he was shocked, he was also afraid that the big lama would recover and make a sound. Wouldn't it be a failure? For a moment, he couldn't help but feel cruel. He simply stood there and did not hide or dodge. He just breathed his breath into his stomach and took out the iron cloth shirt. His whole skin instantly turned black. Then he lifted his shoulders up and immediately collided with the big man's oblique elbow.

The bang sounded like an iron hammer hitting the iron mill. The metal and iron intersected. Bai Ze's face turned pale, he shook it in place, and a kick was flying below, his toes were like arrows. It was the move he poked his feet to "bend the bow and shoot the tiger". With just a puff, he kicked the man's left kneecap to pieces.

At the same time, the eagle claws that fell above went back to the area, "The eagle returned to the nest"

Puchi, the big man's legs were broken, and before he could even scream in pain, "Eagle Returns to the Nest" grabbed the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck with one claw, and then inserted it down. Bobobo... It seemed that he had pierced several layers of raw cowhide stained with water. Bai Ze's hand had already broken the big man's cervical vertebra in his flesh, and his entire head hung forward to his chest.

In the end, there was no sound

"Hey, why aren't you dead yet?"

After a long breath, Bai Ze grabbed the opponent's spine. He thought the man was dead. He didn't expect to reach out and drag it to the scripture hall, but he found that the artery on one side of the man's neck was still beating very strong. He thought that this man was practicing Tibetan Yoga, and his waist could move freely like a snake. Later, he realized that this man must have practiced yoga skills to a certain extent, and he had the effect of health preservation like Taoist Qi practice. After a long time of practice, he naturally had a strong vitality.

Even if he breaks his cervical spine, he will not die for a while.

"The yoga skills are a bit wonderful. I heard that the highest yoga method of Tantric sect is Mahamudra. Ascetic monks who have practiced the Dharma can often go through fire without being hurt, swallow their swords and spit out fire. Even if they are buried more than ten meters underground and are isolated from the air, they can still live, like snakes and insects hibernate. This effect is somewhat similar to some things recorded in the Taoist scriptures. You must see it in the future if you have the chance."

Thinking in his mind, Bai Ze pulled out the hidden knife embedded in the door, and then stabbed the man in the neck, broke his throat, and then struggled to die.

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