Pingdu Mountain is not covered by the broken pages of the Book of Life and Death. It cannot be so detailed about what you see in the secret, but this naturally cannot defeat him. His initial will, in conjunction with his means, can ask for what he wants.
But he is not a bloodthirsty person after all.
After more than ten years of storms, Yang Yu never thought he was a good person in the ordinary sense, and killing people was not enough to describe him.
But he was not bloodthirsty.
He kept the precepts and had a ruler in his heart, and he could kill something and not kill something.
As the precepts say, today's Zen Buddhism and even Buddhism have almost no soil for keeping precepts, and are addicted to enjoyment and are lazy and hateful.
But in the end, there are good people, and they will not kill them all.
What's more, Bodhidharma asked him to clean up the door, but it was not to destroy Zen Buddhism. Therefore, Yang Yu's rare method was gentle.
Except for those who are indeed extremely evil, most of them violate the rules and precepts of Zen Buddhism, but there are no great evils. They are just abolishing their martial arts.
The smell of blood is quite strong in the mountains and forests, and I can't stand the huge gap in losing martial arts. The wailing sounds can be heard for ten miles.
"Kill the God, kill the God..."
Walking out of the mountains and forests, the monks of Fulong Temple avoided them from afar, and many monks were trembling, and they could not escape the poisonous hands.
Six people were deposed in martial arts, including the contemporary host of Fulong Temple, who abstained from killing...
"Amitabha……"
On the top of the barren mountain, I looked back at the many brothers who were far away from me. The expression of abstinence was complicated, and my hands were shaking unstoppable.
After more than ten years of raising him and twenty years of teaching skills, he naturally couldn't bear to have his master abandoned his martial arts, but how could he stop the person beside him?
Huh ~
On the raised bluestone on the cliff, Yang Yu sat cross-legged and lowered his eyes to the sea of ​​clouds, and the divine flying was flying.
For him at this time, dealing with these monks is naturally not a burden, whether it is psychology or martial arts.
The old monk named Fulong Temple, named Abuse Killing, has no less martial arts than silence, and has more magical skills, but it has not ruined his hands and feet.
Ninety percent of his thoughts are in the illusion of immortals and magic that he has no way to pursue and explore...
"Donor Yang."
Looking at Yang Yu who was sitting quietly in the wind, Abstain suddenly spoke:
"What if a person you are so close to do unforgivable sins?"
"The little monk felt a little guilty and even blamed me?"
His thoughts, Yang Yudong looked at the fire, and he also knew why he had this question.
Abstinence was silent for a moment, and asked again:
"Donor Yang has not answered the little monk yet."
"You want to ask me if you treat everyone equally, and if you have a double standard in your heart because of your distance and closeness?"
Yu Yang looked back and glanced at him indifferently:
"What kind of answer do you want?"
There was another silence, and he lowered his head and said with a stern voice:
"The purpose of my Zen Buddhism is to keep precepts, understand the mind, and see the nature. It is to abandon the six desires and seven emotions, and to see the true nature of the self...
But human nature is like this, can it really be done?"
"Whether it can be done or not depends on yourself..."
Looking down at the sea of ​​clouds and feeling the wind, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of the Prince Zhao.
"You ask me, what will happen to me if I am very close to you commits an unforgivable sin... This question has been asked several months ago by Prince Zhao."
People are not sages, but closeness and distantness are their nature. They are as decisive as Zhang Xuanba, and they are difficult to kill when facing their biological mother.
If he changes his position, he may not be able to do it.
only……
I looked up at the sex, curious about how he answered.
"I replied; 'I won't encounter such a difficult situation'."
Yu Yang answered very seriously, just as several months ago:
"There are too many things in the world, just a difference in thought. If you know how to avoid them, you can avoid them..."
The regret of King Zhao is his method, which has been promoted to the world when the Linlong Dao is perfected and then pushed to the world.
There was a sudden change in family members and close relatives, but in the end, with the push of those who are interested, they failed.
"This is not an answer."
Abstain from seduction and looked at him till he was dull.
"Yang is not a sage either..."
Yu Yang very much dislikes this kind of inquiry out of nothing, but he did not avoid talking about it.
He would not believe that the kind old couple who had been with him for half his life would be in danger of their later years, and he would also believe that the people who stayed by them and the "living dead".
"If there really is one day... Yang will be worthy of his 'heart'."
"So, the monk understands..."
I took a deep breath, but suddenly, it seemed that I had been planning for a long time. My true energy surged up and squandered my martial arts.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the little monk's face turned pale and he staggered. His qi and blood were weak, but his expression was a little relieved:
"The little monk's martial arts are taught by his master, and it is also his intention to return them to him..."
Yang Yu did not stop him. He had already understood this monk's brain, so he did not comfort him when he saw him looking at him:
"According to the folk rules, if you borrow money from someone, you have to pay 1230 taels. Logically speaking, if you return this martial arts, you have to pay one hand and one foot..."
“…”
Avoid sex and lose your mind for a moment.
"Well, Yang paid the interest on your behalf."
Afraid that this stubborn little monk would be useless, Yang Yu took out a classic from the mustard seed space, and raised his hand and flew to the bottom of the mountain.
His eyes were so accurate. With a swing, the secret book had already flew in front of the old monk who was staggering down the mountain with a bitter expression.
"This is?"
Avoid sex and was stunned.
"The 'Great Practice of Tribulation', one of the twelve unique skills taught by your ancestors, is much better than the martial arts you have learned..."
Yang Yu replied.
Bodhidharma did not say it clearly, but he knew in his heart that this great Zen master did not care about the later generations.
On the contrary, he died for two thousand years and did not forget to ask him to clean up the door on his behalf, which shows how much he values ​​Taoism.
Therefore, he understood very well that although those twelve unique skills were given to him, he had the idea of ​​passing on it on his behalf.
"Twelve unique skills?"
Abstinence was startled and then smiled bitterly, but he remembered what kind of martial arts this great practice of bitter Zen is.
What is asceticism?
This is an extremely ancient method of practice.
It is said that it is to maintain inner piety by enduring severe pain and extremely restraining one's physical desires.
The fundamental reason is to achieve the practice method of enlightening the mind and seeing the nature through extreme self-control and self-harvest, and rejecting the temptation of material and physical body.
The many unique skills inherited by Master Bodhidharma have their own reasons for their loss. The only reason is that this great practice of suffering Zen is because practice is too difficult and the gains and efforts are completely inconsistent.
According to legend, this great success in the bitter Zen is just a long life, as for the power...
"It is his business to practice whether or not you have achieved success, but I will pay the interest on your behalf. Now, let's talk about it..."
He naturally knew what the great practice of bitter Zen was, otherwise he would not have given it to the old monk.
As he said that, he glanced at Akasai and handed over the pill:
"What happened? Why did the illusion collapse for no reason? Did your ancestor leave any words?"
"call!"
After taking the pill handed over by Yang Yu, taking it, abstaining from sex and taking a deep breath, he said:
"After parting with you that day, the ancestor took me far away and went to many places..."
No concealment, let’s take care of sex.
That day, after handing over the Buddha statue to Yang Yu, Bodhidharma left with abstinence. On the way, he taught him various methods of keeping precepts, many Buddhist scriptures, and martial arts. He only taught him the door to step on the snow without trace because his light skills were too poor.
More is to take him to walk around the world...
"...... The little monk was confused at the time because of why the illusion collapsed, but afterwards, the ancestor was afraid that the day when he handed over the Buddha statue to you, everything would be arranged..."
Jiese sighed, took out a gray stone from his arms and handed it to Yang Yu:
"After coming out, the little monk found that there was such a thing on his body. If it was expected, I'm afraid this was left to you by the ancestor..."
This is,
"Relics?"
Yang Yu's eyes shook, and he could already feel the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will inside him.
He stared at it, but felt that the breath inside was blurred and illusory, as if it was shrouded invisible force, unable to be erased...
‘This breath…’
Yang Yu pressed his chest lightly, and the Gluttony Cauldron had no response. Obviously, this relic was not considered an ingredient, or it was already damaged.
only……
Holding the relics, Yang Yu concentrated his mind and activated:
【Bodhisattva Relics】
[The legacy of the great Zen master Honghua contains his spirit...]
【Destroyed】
"It should be the relics left by the ancestor Sehua. Later Zen disciples searched for them for a long time, but they didn't expect that it was him who took them..."
Avoid sex and look sad:
"It's a pity that the breath inside is already very weak, and there is no trace of words left..."
The words came to an abrupt end here, and the young monk suddenly looked up and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
But he saw that Yang Yu picked up the relics and pressed them to his eyebrows. He pressed them in!
Press, press in?!
He was shocked and wanted to reach out, but was forced to retreat several steps by an invisible aura. Looking back, Yang Yu's figure was already covered by the true energy.
Several scattered gray and black auras could not be lingered around him, and the one who forced him to retreat was this gray and black aura.
"Five Ghosts' Handling Technique?"
...
Buzz!
The moment the relics pressed into the forehead, the power of the heavenly eyes was so powerful that Yang Yu saw a trace of Buddha's light that was extremely faint.
No, it’s not just Buddha’s light!
The thin Buddha light was clearly mixed with unknown aura, which slowly rotated like a big millstone, and it kept strangling the Buddha light.
"Tongyou!"
Without hesitation, Yang Yu once again urged Tongyou, and his will also extricate himself from the limit. With the superposition of various abilities, he tried hard to "hear" the silent, intermittent sound from this thin Buddha light.
"A wisp of obsession...even if I rely on the illusion, I can still calm my eyes if I die..."
"The Great Sun Tathagata's magic palm is worthy of the best in ancient and modern times... Compared with the various martial arts I have exhausted my energy, it seems to be worth mentioning..."
Yang Yu was highly focused and just in a trance, he saw the faint Dafo Mountain and the old monk who was almost invisible in the fog.
The picture is so blurry that it cannot be identified, but there are still broken walls and ruins of the mountain. I don’t know whether it is because of the collapse of the illusion or the aftermath of the two fighting.
Someone said something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and only heard one sentence intermittently:
"Isn't immortality alive...you...can't you go out of the illusion?"
"I heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening... You really don't want to take a look at the Tao of heaven and earth..."
"I have already obtained my own way."
"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"
"road……"
The picture was much clearer at this moment. When Yang Yu went intently, he saw a faint Buddha light lifting it among the broken walls.
The old monk walked into the sky and formed a Buddhist seal with his ten fingers, and hit the clouds that were as high as the lotus platform of the Bodhisattva:
"This is Tao!"
boom!
The picture flashed away, and Yang Yu couldn't help but feel pain in his eyebrows. After a while, he heard a sound.
Hoarse, bitter.
"This is not your martial arts..."
"Martial arts have been developed by me. All the essence of the past three thousand years must be included in me. What is or is it not?"
"Martial arts are not what you do... I once saw traces of an ancient sect in a illusion, among which martial arts have been circulated..."
In the blurry picture, a sound came.
Martial arts before ancient times?
Yang Yu couldn't help but be stunned. He was highly focused and wanted to hear more clearly. Unfortunately, he was still unclear and clearly missing a paragraph.
But I can guess what...
“…What kind of fist is this?”
"Are you a great Zen master?"
"Every word I say is true..."
"I don't know what it means... The Zen martial arts you are proud of are nothing in my eyes... This boxing is taken from a junior in later generations, called "Baquan"..."
"This sword... is called, seven tribulations..."
"This punch calls Tiangang..."
"This knife, the three Yins killing demons..."
A brief silence, the old monk's voice intermittently, repeated:
"This is not your martial arts..."
"The sea embraces all rivers, and the convergence of thousands of rivers, martial arts is never about building a car behind closed doors... I have realized the prototype, and I will deduce it. What is it? "
"...The prototype? Mr. Lu, I have heard that there were two supreme masters in the later generations..."
"…In my eyes, they are just drooping boys. Their martial arts may not be bad, but they are far from being a great success..."
"Mr. Lu, why should you deceive a lonely soul? Since ancient times, all the achievements have been based on your own will. This domineering boxing does not have your will..."
"...You have been in the well for too long, but how can you know that the world is high? It is very difficult for you to suffer from birth and death for two thousand years. Unfortunately, a lone soul and an obsession cannot go further..."
"... Martial arts can learn thousands of martial arts, but only one will... Mr. Lu, you can't deceive..."
"Yeah?"
A laughter was extremely clear.
At this moment, Yang Yu saw Dafoshan again, the hunchbacked old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds and mist...
Buzz!
At this point, the light was already extremely fierce. Yang Yu could no longer see anything, but he felt that the Buddha's light shine everywhere.
"Your martial arts seem to be called 'The Bodhidharma of the present world'? Then look, I deduced it based on it..."
Chapter completed!