Seeing the old monk in gray robe in front of him, Yang Yu almost suddenly became angry and used twelve points of strength to force him to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

Bodhidharma!

Yang Yu clenched his five fingers tightly and clenched a cold sweat. The realm of the old monk in front of him was as unfathomable as a vast ocean. Even without any malice, it made him tense and unable to relax.

But if you look at it by ordinary people, this is just an old monk with a poor appearance.

He is very low, dry and has no flesh, his face is full of wrinkles and his eyes are very small, but his eyes are very clear, just like a child.

He folded his hands together, a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he calmed down.

"Hui Ding, have you understood something?"

"A little enlightenment."

Yu Yang felt nervous.

Although the person in front of him was just a spirit left by the first Zen ancestor more than two thousand years ago, he always felt that the old monk seemed to have seen something.

"Just have the understanding."

The old monk nodded.

“The great master teaches it well.”

Yang Yu lowered his head slightly, guessing in his heart the purpose of the old monk.

"What I have taught is only the sixteen words 'Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invincible, Invin

The old monk shook his head.

Gas volume?

As he chewed the old monk's words in his heart, Yang Yu's heart was slightly moved. As he said, this Vajra Indestructible Body is not a martial art in the ordinary sense.

If a thousand people learn, there are thousands of ways.

"The most powerful Buddhist sect is Vajra. The martial arts of this sect do not lie in the qi, not qi, not in the physical body, but in the word "heart."

The old monk said slowly:

"If you don't understand your own heart, you don't understand the Vajra heart. No matter how thick the inner breath is or how dense the true energy is, if the mind does not reach the state of "the eighth level is not moving", it will be far from being "not damaged."

"The heart of Vajra, the eighth level remains unmoved..."

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

In fact, he knew a lot about the principles of practice. There were too many such statements in the document room of the Six Doors.

However, knowing is easy to do but hard to do.

To completely eliminate the obstacles of afflictions, knowledge obstacles, all attachments, and everything is added without being moved, and to be unmoved, and to be unmoved in the eighth stage, this is the mind of the Bodhisattva.

When Yang Yu understood this principle, there was a distant gap between understanding and doing.

He will be angry when he sees injustice, he will be happy when he sees admiration, and his relatives and friends will become murderous when they are injured, and he will encounter huge changes, and may even be depressed and unable to recover.

This is not enough to understand.

"You have a good mind, your talent is not bad, and your understanding is better than that of ordinary people. The Buddha's heart is not worth mentioning, but you still have a bit of a glare at the Vajra."

The old monk commented, and before he could think deeply, he said:

"Let me see your understanding."

"Um?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and saw the old monk standing with a smile, and became interested in his heart.

He himself was very curious about this Zen master. After hearing this, he would naturally not hypocritically refuse anything. There was a blue-gold light flowing between his five fingers, 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 ignited, and the sudden strong wind could shake the Zen room into powder. However, as soon as the breeze rose, it disappeared.

It seemed to be completely swallowed by a black hole, without any ripples splashing.

A dry palm opened, as calm as the earth, easily eliminating all the stimulation of strength. Later, it was about to cover Yang Yu's punch.

Slow and steady.

"Come again!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up, and the fighting spirit spread a little bit of fear in his heart.

If you miss a blow, you will pull back your arms, pinch your fist, and make a thrust inward breath, and then punch again!

Because he was worried about the leak of his identity, he never urged the domineering fist, but when this punch was hit, the blood and energy were intertwined with the true energy, and the nine ox and two tigers were urging him to do so, leaving no remaining strength.

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

The fine dust and scattered snow were shaken off the ground.

"Not bad!"

Seeing this punch, the old monk seemed to have a flash of light in his eyes. Then, his palm bloomed like a lotus, and he accepted the power of the fist again.

Bang!

A dull sound that looks like a high or a low actually explodes, and disappears when it flashes.

It was still a mud bull that entered the sea. The punch was clearly a collision, but it seemed that it was empty and unbearable, which was even more uncomfortable than hitting the sky.

"this……"

At this moment, Yang Yu was finally moved.

He was not surprised that the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism could take over his fist. What shocked him was that all the strength of his punch was accepted by him, and his clothes were not swelling.

I haven't even let go of my strength!

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

“Not bad.”

The old monk was a little applauded. He gently tilted his sleeves, bent his five fingers, smiled and looked like he was holding a flower.

boom!

With one finger, Yang Yu's pupils shrank. In a trance, he felt that there were waves surging in front of him, a reed floating in the middle, and the old monk held his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged, and a huge thing appeared underwater, rolling up undercurrents and surging waves, trying to hit the old monk, with a huge momentum.

Just at the right time, the old monk pressed his hands, and his dry five fingers lifted away like jade pillars.

Just a touch, a touch, a throw.

The giant figure, which was blue-gray and ten feet away, was thrown into the sky!

Until the reeds floated away and were far away, the giant fish weighing tens of thousands of pounds fell heavily, splashing thousands of waves, and roaring without being hurt.

This is, Buddha casts an elephant?!

No, it’s Damo who throws whale!

call!

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed that in a moment, Yang Yu stepped back and fell to the ground, and the light and shadow in front of him also disappeared, and at the same time, the figure of the old monk was gone.

As it has come without a shadow, it has no trace when it goes.

"The Buddha casts an elephant..."

Yang Yu came back to his senses, but the touch in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Suddenly I understood what martial arts practice is like Guanshan.

A thousand miles apart, it is as majestic as a flat mountain. It doesn’t seem very high, but the closer you get, the more you feel its majesty.

If you have to walk to the foot of the mountain, you cannot see the majesty of the mountains clearly.

Once upon a time, when he had just achieved martial arts, he saw Zhang Xuanba in the fantasy of the mountain. He only felt that he was strong, but he seemed to think that he was not that high, but that was because he was too far away from the mountain.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this moment, he has already walked before the martial arts master, with a foundation. When he looks at it again, the old monk in front of him is incredibly tall.

"Master? Or Martial Saint..."

It took a long time before Yang Yu digested the throbbing in his heart and felt his own changes.

In one day, he learned the indestructible body of Vajra and the Buddha cast an elephant. Even though the time was too short and he had not studied it deeply, Yang Yu still noticed his own huge changes.

This martial arts and a secret technique are not martial arts in the ordinary sense. The former seems to be horizontally practicing but not horizontally practicing. The latter seems to be a method of fighting against the enemy and has the function of squeezing the body.

The two are superimposed, and even the slowest person can detect his own changes, let alone Yu Yang.

"strength!"

Closed his eyes slightly, Yang Yu felt the power surging in his body rushing like a big river and a sea.

His power did not increase significantly, but it became more condensed, like a piece of ore, which was turned into pig iron.

The total amount does not seem to increase but decrease, but in his personal use and urging, it becomes more and more solid.

only……

Opening his eyes and looking outside the empty house, Yang Yu's eyes were filled with solemnity and doubts:

"Why did he preach me, "Buddha casts an elephant?"

It's terrible to think about it carefully.

This secret technique has a very useful effect for Yang Yu, but what he showed at this time was that he had learned this secret technique long ago...

...

Sleepless overnight.

All night, Yang Yu was digesting two new skills. He walked out of the Zen room until the bell of morning class rang and the sky gradually became brighter.

A symbolic burden was raised.

As soon as I went out, I met the master and apprentice of Taoist Yun coming towards me. I worked hard for many days, and these two Taoists also had a strong and capable taste.

"master."

When they saw Yang Yu, they looked at their noses and their noses, and gave a big gift on their back teeth.

These days, they are really envious. They are like cows and horses, and they fall asleep every day when they are tired, and they live a life that is not human.

But the person in front of me either meditates in the meditation room or goes to the Sutra Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures and martial arts.

The treatment is completely different, and this gift really makes them feel uncomfortable.

The two of them were thinking about it, but they didn't care much. They smiled slightly and asked:

"How have you been there these days?"

Dao Ren Yun had a dark face and barely replied, "It's okay", and he was speechless.

But Mu Shaoyou put his hands together and replied to the Buddha's name as if he was decent, saying, "Master Huiding, when will we set off?"

Just then Yang Yu saw that the two seemed to have packed up some items, and they couldn't help but be surprised:

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

"Um?"

Dao Ren Yun looked up in shock: "Didn't you call us to accompany us to serve?"

Mu Shaoyou was also a little confused.

“…I forgot.”

Yang Yu paused and then came back to his senses, saying, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain now..."

Ripples arose in his heart.

Of course, he wanted to take Taoist Yun down the mountain. After all, this old Taoist priest seemed to know a lot of secrets about the magical realm of immortals, but he had not had time to say it.

Then who arranged them?

The more he breathed out a breath of turbid air, the more afraid Yang Yu felt, the more urgent he was to go down the mountain. Without hesitation, he took the two of them down the mountain.

The terrain of Dafo Mountain is rugged and the mountain roads are difficult to walk. With the strength of the three of them, it took more than half an hour to get off the mountain.

Suddenly, Yang Yu turned around, across the mountain, and he seemed to see an old monk watching with a smile on the top of Dafo Mountain, his heart tightened, and he turned around and left.

"Amitabha."

On the top of the Great Fo Mountain, the old monk who once called Yang Yu's "Senior Brother" recited the Buddha's name lightly and said, "Why don't the Grand Master appear and see him off? Senior Brother is here..."

"See it!"

The old monk turned around.

He looked at Dafoshan, which was busy but had only its prototype, and had an unspeakable smile:
Chapter completed!