Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 132 Taoist Kungfu
Wang Chongyang had a strange expression on his face, as if there was something puzzled.

After carefully reading the entire exercise, he couldn't help walking back and forth in the meditation hall, leaning on his beard and thinking deeply.

Huang Lin didn't dare to speak out, but just looked at him nervously.

a long time.

Wang Chongyang came back to his senses, and said to Huang Lin apologetically:
"I'm a little dazed for a while, fellow daoist, wait a moment."

After speaking, he went to the front of the case and picked up a pen to write.

Huang Lin also followed to help grind the ink.

After a while, Wang Chongyang finished writing, then shook his head and chuckled lightly.

"Why do real people laugh?"

Huang Lin was a little confused, so he asked in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist, take a look at this exercise first."

Wang Chongyang didn't reply, but moved away from his seat so that Huang Lin could watch the ink-stained exercises.

Fortunately, Huang Lin had been grinding ink beside him just now, so he knew the order.

After reading each of them carefully, he was deeply impressed by Wang Chongyang.

After turning this Buddhist technique into a Taoist technique, it doesn't feel awkward at all!

"The insight of a real person is really amazing! From Huang's perspective, I can't see anything wrong with this exercise."

Huang Lin looked at Wang Chongyang with admiration.

"Pfft~"

Wang Chongyang immediately laughed when he heard the words, waved his hands quickly, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand, Pindao doesn't have this ability. Wait for Pindao to explain a little bit, and you will know the reason."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it!"

Now that the exercises have been performed, a huge stone fell from Huang Lin's heart, and he felt relaxed.

"When Pindao read Brother Duan's translation just now, he found some weird and awkward things in it, so he got into it for a while."

"When I came back to my senses, I had a vague guess in my heart. I didn't know for sure until I replaced the Buddhist words in this exercise with Taoist terms just now!"

Having said this, Wang Chongyang stopped talking, raised his head and stroked his beard with a look of color on his face.

Huang Lin's face darkened immediately, knowing that he wanted to make himself laugh.

But he really wanted to know the reason, so he could only hold it in a muffled voice:

"I don't know what the real person has discovered?"

"Great discovery!"

Wang Chongyang answered immediately, and then continued:

"After this exercise was converted into Taoist words, there are some small flaws, but they are not the key points. Pindao has made up for it when he wrote it just now!"

"After the writing was finished, Pindao read it carefully again, and found that the skill was smooth and flawless, as if it had been honed through thousands of tempers. Tell me, is it possible?"

"The real person is saying that this exercise originally belonged to the Taoist school?!"

Hearing this, Huang Lin already understood, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

This is incredible!
Then the ancient Buddha took the Taoism's alchemy method back then, and prescribed the sequestering technique used in Buddhism? !
This is not Duan Zhixing's poor aptitude, it is clearly a monster!
"That's right, this exercise should be a Taoist technique for refining gods, tsk tsk. The ancient Buddhas of Tubo are really amazing people!"

Wang Chongyang also admired the talent of the ancient Buddha.

You must know that Tantrism is not the same as Zhongtu Buddhism, let alone Taoism, the two are completely different!
Unexpectedly, a Tantric monk not only practiced Daoist exercises, but also practiced flowers!

"It's really my Taoist practice?!"

Huang Lin muttered to himself with a page of secret book in his hand.

Since he has been practicing martial arts, in order to maintain his purity, he has never even touched Buddhist martial arts.

Among the books collected in Dalun Temple, there was "Flame Knife", but he didn't dare to practice it.

Originally, in order to solve the problem of spirit and soul, he had already made preparations to practice this "Buddhism" method of refining gods.

The lesser of two evils!
In the case of being traumatized, he didn't care about the difference between Buddhism and Taoism.

Unexpectedly, the twists and turns, this exercise is actually Taoist!

"With this exercise, the spiritual problems of fellow Taoists should be easily solved."

Wang Chongyang looked at Huang Lin with a smile.

"It's also thanks to the real person, otherwise Huang can only hope for plum blossoms to quench his thirst!"

Huang Lin clasped his fists and saluted, then said:
"After a night's rest, Huang is planning to find a place to retreat tomorrow!"

"Well, it's fine if you're not in Lin'an for retreat, but if one day Pindao isn't around and you have a problem in front of the officials, that's true."

Speaking of this, Wang Chongyang quickly drove this thought out of his mind.

Huang Lin's face darkened, and he felt more and more that Wang Chongyang was not a serious and experienced person.

He took out two jade boxes from the bundle, threw them over, and said:

"These are two snow lotus plants, and the real person has heard the result just now."

"I think it will restore the real person to his original state, and then he will be able to soak the body-refining medicine soup, which is a step further!"

Wang Chongyang took it casually, quite happy in his heart.

When Zhao Kuo took a box away just now, he knew that Huang Lin must still have a lot in stock.

Now that Xuelian is in his hands, he can eliminate his internal troubles and feel relaxed.

Afterwards, Huang Lin told the story of inviting Duan Zhixing over.

Wang Chongyang had no objection, and said that if Huang Lin didn't come back by then, he could arrange it.

After following the Quanzhen disciples to his own main courtyard, Huang Lin casually looked around.

It's not bad, but it's a pity that he only stayed for one night this time and had to leave.

Not long after, Simian brought the medicinal materials over.

After the medicinal materials entered the warehouse, he did not leave, but returned to Huang Lin and said:
"National teacher, the official ordered that Si will be dispatched by the national teacher in the future."

Looking at the majestic man in front of him, bowing his hands and cupping his fists, Huang Lin was a little speechless.

He has nothing else to do, what would he do with a man with a weapon waiting by his side?

"I have to go out tomorrow. I don't need you to wait for the time being. The safety of the officials is the most important thing."

"This"

Si Mian was about to refuse.

"Do not talk!"

Huang Lin immediately raised his hand to talk to him.

He also has a little experience, and other aspects of his problem are fine, but he can't tolerate others' rejection of him.

Then he remembered something and said:
"I left a document two years ago, including the winemaking law. Can the government arrange someone to brew new wine?"

"Yes, the new wine is selling very well, and even Jin Guo has repeatedly urged to increase the quantity. Most of last year's old coins were offset by new wine!"

Speaking of this, Simian smacked his lips.

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Dare to love this is also a wine bug.

Huang Lin smiled. He knew that people in Song Dynasty had good wine, but he didn't expect that it had already been exported abroad.

"Go and ask the officials if there is any good wine. Huang needs a batch here, more than two hundred altars. If it doesn't affect sales, the more the better!"

"Yes!"

It seems that it is very convenient to have people from the official family by your side.

After Simian went out, Huang Lin went straight to the warehouse and put the medicinal materials into the deduction tray.

He didn't plan to soak in the body refining soup again until the problem of spirit and soul was resolved.

At present, everything has to give way to the Alchemy God.

After all, Duan Zhixing has said that he doesn't know how many years he can live in this situation.

In other words, there is a possibility of sudden death at any time.

The next day.

At the beginning of Mao.

At dusk, Huang Lin and Xiao Jin were ready to set off.

Wang Chongyang came to see him off.

Simian was also here. When he delivered the wine last night, it was already late, and Huang Lin didn't shirk.

"Xuanyuan Guan is asking the real person!"

Huang Lin bowed to Wang Chongyang.

Xuanyuan Temple occupies a large area, and there are many audiences in the vacant hall.

He has asked Wang Chongyang to send more Quanzhen sects to save the audience from being deserted.

"Hehe, don't worry, Fellow Daoist!"

Wang Chongyang said with a smile.

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(End of this chapter)