Zongwu: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 78
The cliffs are full of iron and black, and the road is zigzag.

The mountains are high and the valleys are deep, the torrents are turbulent, and they are very imposing.

It is so high and steep that there is no way to climb it, the color of the mountain is pitch black, and the rocks are piled up like piles of heavy iron blocks.

In such a wild and dangerous place, Ningxiu and Qu Feiyan are like walking on the ground, climbing high and looking far away, their physical skills are really extraordinary.

Behind him, a white horse with fine scales all over its body exerted all its strength, and its mane was flying, as if flying against the wind, chasing after the two of them.

This horse is the Yezhao Lion. After taking the diluted unicorn blood several times, he successfully transformed into a strange beast. It is no longer a problem to cross mountains and mountains.

Qu Feiyan practiced light kung fu under Ning Xiu's guidance, and the rugged mountainous terrain is the best place to practice. After practicing these few days, she has made some progress, and Ning Xiu slowed down, so she can keep up.

At this time, Ning Xiu's injury has healed a lot, but the health bar is always missing a part, and it hurts faintly.

The two had a wide field of vision, but the wind on the top of the mountain was so strong that Qu Feiyan couldn't open his eyes. When the wind calmed down, Qu Feiyan sighed: "This place is too desolate. There is no fertile soil to cultivate good fields. Looking for a family, I don’t know when I can get out of here.”

Ning Xiu shook his head and smiled and said, "Only in the desperate situation where there are few people can you understand this majestic scene. Wang Gong said that the world's magnificence, grotesques, and extraordinary views often lie in danger and distance, but people are rare, so Those who don't have aspirations can't come.

Now you and I travel thousands of miles, climb high and overlook this beautiful river and mountain, we are considered as ambitious people. "

Hearing this, Qu Feiyan frowned, took another bite of the fruit that Ning Xiu handed over, and gave one to Yezhao Lion, saying: "Well... I don't see any majesty."

The horses carrying the supplies were submerged by the avalanche, but before Ningxiu bought a lot of supplies in every town he visited, there was no shortage of food at this time.

Qu Feiyan was very curious as to why Ning Xiu was able to take out so much food. Ning Xiu said that it was because of his supernatural powers of absorbing mustard seeds. After seeing it a few times, Qu Feiyan still felt miraculous.

Recalling the incident at the Fuwei Escort, Qu Feiyan instantly understood what was going on.

"Feifei, what are your plans when you return to Guiyuan Gate?"

In the lingering wind, Qu Feiyan stroked her hair, and when she heard Ning Xiu say this, she turned her head and said, "Little sister has no plans, she just wants to follow brother, and I will go wherever brother goes."

Ning Xiu also turned her head to look at Qu Feiyan, her expression was still gentle and joyful.

"Okay, let's continue on our way."

After resting for a while, the two continued on their way.

Looking at the changing scenery around him, Ning Xiu recalled the scenery of the past mountains and rivers in his mind, trying to comprehend some mysteries.

……

boom boom-

As dusk was approaching, in the middle of the rolling river, two figures were coming and going, one of them slammed the palm suddenly, while the other just dodged and did not fight against them.

Ning Xiu, Qu Feiyan, and the wise Yezhao Lion saw the two of them on the top of the mountain, and silently approached them to observe secretly.

There is a horse's head between the two, which is very funny.

Both of them were shaved monks, but one was old, with long eyebrows and white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and yellow monk robes. Although there was sadness in the brows, there was a look of grace and luxury.

The other man was middle-aged, with a ferocious face, like a madman, with a fierce attack, and the wind in his palm was as strong as a gust of wind, trying to put the old monk to death.

Both of them were obviously martial arts experts with profound cultivation, and they were as if they were walking on flat ground on the rolling waves of the Cang River, exuding a terrifying power.

Often when a middle-aged monk pushes it out with one palm, the waves raised by the tide will be more than ten feet high, just like a wall, surging and surging, enough to crack monuments and crack stones.

Ning Xiu just wondered why the old monk just dodged or resisted, and didn't fight back.

"Ahhh! Master, I am in so much pain!"

"Clang" sounded.

The two passed each other in the bursting water waves.

The old monk floated down, taking three steps in a row, as if walking down an invisible ladder in mid-air, and landed in the center of the vortex of the river, the golden light of the setting sun reflected his not tall figure, like a living Buddha descending Mortal.

After a while.

The two of them stepped on the waves from the river and returned to the bank. The fierce monk suddenly hugged his head and yelled, hitting the ground with his head hard.

"Ci'en, life is like being in the middle of thorns. If you don't move your heart, you don't move rashly. If you don't move, you won't be hurt. If your heart moves, you will move rashly, hurting your body and hurting your bones, so you can experience all kinds of pain in the world..."

The old monk looked dignified and compassionate, said so, and slowly recited scriptures to help Monk Ci'en overcome his inner demons.

"Yeah ah-"

Monk Ci'en, who was kneeling down and hitting his head, stood up suddenly, and his strong true energy depressed the ground he stepped on by half a foot, and a violent palm force with form and form emanated from his iron palm.

But at this moment, a white ray of light rose from his palm, like the rising sun, scorching hot.

"Grace!"

The old monk's voice was drowned out by the turbulent river.

Vigorous rays of light erupted, blasting from the bank of the great river, and there were strong winds and waves everywhere along the way. A straight and thick hole appeared, and the river fell backwards, extending forty or fifty feet across, and there were ten or so palms that were equally fierce and incomparable. , accompanied by the anger of the monk Ci'en, he actually cut off the river with a pair of iron palms, flowed backwards, and rolled up a wall of muddy waves nearly [-] meters away!

Ning Xiu's eyes widened, this kind of palm force is really terrifying, it can cut across the river, even in the prime of life, he dare not say that he can catch a hundred moves, no, ten palms!

boom! ! !
The high waves slammed down hard, and the soil and rocks on both sides of the bank were easily crushed by the angry waves, just like a flood, but in a few moments, it submerged a kilometer of land along the bank.

On the other side is an extremely steep mountain, which was shaken violently by a huge wave. Countless rolling stones, flying sand and torrents rushed down, and were swept away by the surging river in a blink of an eye.

After Monk Ci'en finished his berserk palm force, he didn't dodge. Just as he was about to be swept away by the rolling stone and the Nujiang River, the old monk grabbed him with one hand and escaped from the place using extremely clever lightness kung fu. He stopped in the nearby mountains.

The old monk put down the monk Ci'en, his true energy was exhausted, his strength was exhausted, and he passed out due to excessive emotion.

"Ugh."

The old monk sighed softly, sitting cross-legged beside Ci'en, protecting him well.

Suddenly, a soft voice pierced the ears of Ning Xiu and Qu Feiyan:

"The two benefactors, meeting is fate, why not come out and meet."

This is the kung fu of "Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission". If it is not for the practitioners of superior internal skills and profound skills, they will never be able to achieve such a soft voice.

The two were more than a mile away from the old monk, but they seemed to be close to each other. Ning Xiu didn't continue to hide, and walked over with Qu Feiyan.

After getting closer, Ning Xiu cupped his hands and said, "May I ask you, Master Yideng?"

Yideng got up and said: "Master, I dare not be the master. My old monk is called Yideng, and I have met you two."

Qu Feiyan also bowed his hands.

"It really is Master Yideng. The juniors have admired him for a long time. I have heard that Master Yideng is his dharma name, saying that the lamp can break the darkness, which is a metaphor for the heart of Bodhi. What I have seen and heard today is indeed worthy of the name."

Afterwards, the three chatted with each other, and Master Yideng told them a story about himself and his apprentice, Monk Ci'en.

Ning Xiu knew that this kind monk was Qiu Qianren, the head of the Iron Palm Gang known as "Iron Palm Floating on the Water". His "Iron Palm" was strong and exquisite, although in terms of strength alone it was not as strong as the "Ten Dragon Subduing Palms", which is known as the world's number one palm technique. "Eight Palms", but in terms of exquisite moves, "Iron Palm" is better than "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon".

Especially the method of accumulating strength and becoming more fierce as the battle progresses. Although Qiu Qianren has condensed the flowers of inner energy, the true energy has transformed into true energy, and its power has greatly increased, but without that method, it is impossible to cut off the river.

Master Yideng twirled the Buddha beads in his hands, squinted his eyes slightly, and said compassionately: "Ci'en is deeply aware that I have committed a heinous crime, and the pain in my heart is extremely painful, and I can't help myself. What you two saw just now is like this."

A story was slowly told by Yideng, and Qu Feiyan sighed: "It turns out that this benevolent monk was the famous leader of the Iron Palm Gang... If it wasn't for the master's compassionate heart, repaying grievances with virtue, forgiving him, and making him repent... I don’t know how many people in this world will die in his hands.”

"That's true. Master's move is no different from the Buddha cutting meat to feed eagles, saving people to be good, and has great merit."

Ning Xiu said this, but he thought that if Master Yideng had not surpassed Qiu Qianren in his skill, even if Qiu Qianren really wanted to repent and reform himself, he would probably kill innocent people indiscriminately, deepen his obsession, and make it hard to get over the sea of ​​suffering.

"Crossing others is also crossing oneself. Isn't this not a practice?"

With a smile on his face, Yideng read the scriptures again:

"Namo, Heluodana, Duolayeye, Namo, Alaye, Polukadi, Shuobaraye, Bodhisattvavaya..."

At this time, the monk Ci'en woke up after hearing the scriptures, sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together and followed the recitation of the tranquilizing mantra, with a solemn expression.

Ning Xiu and Qu Feiyan didn't understand these things, so they didn't bother, and listened to the scriptures silently.

There is still the sound of wind and water flowing in my ears, all of which are naturally integrated in this chanting, and become relaxed and comfortable.

All four of them sat quietly, eliminating complicated thoughts in their hearts, and gradually calmed down.

(End of this chapter)