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Chapter 238

Naturally, Zen Master Guya would not tell Xie Que.

It's because you were coerced and lured by your parents, and the Red Dragon King was a figure who didn't know how many years ago.

And act without any scruples, the word "follow one's heart" can accurately describe the code of conduct of the Chilong Dharma King.

Zen Master Guya didn't care about the blankness in Xie Que's eyes, but asked cheerfully: "The part of Tianlong Chan singing martial arts has five fists and thirteen palms, how are you mastering?"

Xie Que threw this doubt away from his mind and knew that the Dharma King was behind him.

Otherwise, how could he allow such a world-famous person to personally teach him a magical power?

He pondered and said, "I think... I've already mastered everything."

The two Zen masters were not surprised.

After all, after reaching the realm of Yangshen True Monarch, they have mastered their bodies with countless thoughts.

In just one moment, you can achieve complete control over your body.

This martial arts move couldn't be simpler for them.

No matter what kind of qi and blood is running in the meridians, or anything else, it can be realized by controlling thoughts in an instant.

Although Xie Que failed to achieve Yang Shen, in the opinion of the two Zen masters, being able to master all directions is considered normal.

After all, Xie Que entered Taoism through martial arts, and his theoretical attainments in martial arts were not considered low.

Zen Master Guya slowly raised his hand and placed it on Xie Que's hand: "Execute it on the poor monk and see."

Xie Que looked around at the scripture collection bookshelves and couldn't help but hesitate: "Master, this..."

A bell rang, and suddenly a huge golden bell appeared above the two of them, covering it heavily from the sky.

The thick golden bell was about to condense into a solid body, giving Xie Que an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

And this is just a barrier laid out by Zen Master Guya.

"This... don't worry about it." Zen Master Gu Ya said with a smile.

Xie Tiao nodded and took a deep breath.

He has already seen a lot of kung fu methods in the Sutra Pavilion about horizontal training of external defense, so he naturally knows that this kung fu performed by Zen Master Gu Ya is actually very similar to the kung fu golden bell jar.

But the golden bell cover is nothing more than a meager horizontal training method formed by condensing qi and blood.

Compared to such a huge and mighty Golden Bell, which can accommodate almost a hundred people standing in it, is still far away.

Xie Que bowed slightly: "Master, I offended you."

His palm seemed to become crystal clear for a moment, and the golden blood continuously flowing in his veins attracted the attention of the two Zen masters.

The acupoints that occasionally emit a few rays of light cannot be ignored in the eyes of Zen Master Guya.

"Brother...maybe you were careless." Zen Master Jizhen waved his hand, and the golden bell couldn't help but strengthened again.

Xie Que's expression was indifferent, and the strong energy in his body began to connect the three acupoints.

"The first palm, the big lion roars!"

Xie Que waved a palm from the air, and it seemed that even the air in front of him froze in an instant.

The next moment, fierce energy and blood spread around Xie Que's body, and the air was compressed to the extreme and began to howl wildly.

The air waves like a lion let out a lion's roar, and even a Taoist practitioner would have his eardrums shattered by this move in an instant.

The dragon's chant was long and inextinguishable, but it became more piercing and exciting under the swirl of the air current.

Zen Master Guya's face remained unchanged, but he just chanted the Sanskrit sound in his mouth, which calmed down the uproar caused by Xie Que for a moment.

"That's right, the second move!"

He is actually calm, but his heart has already started to fluctuate.

Is this still the martial arts that I am familiar with?A normal grandmaster would be fine if he let out a lion's roar, but why is this guy's lion's roar getting louder and louder?
Zen Master Ji Zhen, who was watching the show outside, had the same thought. He had taught his disciples about Tianlong Zen Singing for thousands of years. Although each had their own practice, he had never seen anything like this.

This day really subverted what he had seen.

"The second palm, sacrifice your life to spread the Dharma!"

Xie Que opened his palms together, and the golden qi and blood swam in Xie Que's body like a torrent.

In an instant, he thrust his hands forward, causing the airflow to overturn and fluctuate.

He is like an eminent monk who is not afraid of death and life, and puts himself aside.

Swing out with one palm, for all beings!
In the next moment, there was a lightning strike, and a thunderclap shocked the world, and the endless chanting of the Buddha's seal seemed to come out of Xie Que's palm.

The listener immediately thought of the meaning of compassion, and couldn't help but want to convert to Buddhism.

"What is it?" Zen Master Gu Ya was stunned. Isn't this the sound of salvation?

He suddenly thought that Xie Que had followed the same path as Junior Brother Juefa, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

It's really ingenious, to be able to think of using Qi and blood to link up with the Yin God, and change this martial art like this.

"Seven seven eight eight..." Zen Master Gu Ya thought back in his heart, this kid is really humble.

How can this be a mess, it's almost like changing the original martial arts to a mess!
But he was able to find a trace of the original martial arts in it.

He waved his hand and dispersed Xie Que's condensed voice.

"continue……"

"The third palm, Mahanabo!"

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"The eighth palm, drink the light and see the darkness!"

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"The Ninth Palm, Ananda's Fallen Demon!"

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"No. 11 Palm, the future has no life!"

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"No.12 palm, Shakyamuni Sun Wheel!"

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"No.13 Palm, Amitabha!"

Looking at Xie Que, there seemed to be tens of thousands of Buddhas paying homage to him, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were chanting behind him.

Zen Master Guya felt a little numb.

Is this still a common martial art?

He felt that there was no need to watch the remaining five punches.

Although the five fists are said to be more powerful, they are nothing more than taking their own intentions from the five great Ming kings and mixing them into the boxing intentions.

It's just pure destruction, without the purity of thoughts of the Thirteen Palms.

The advantage of the martial art of Tianlong Chan Chan is that it is wide-ranging. No matter which great Buddhist god you worship, you can almost use one move or two moves.

Relatively speaking, the one who has a deeper understanding of the teachings of a Buddha will have greater power in the corresponding techniques.

But Xie Que is different, his moves are bigger than each move.

Especially the No. 12 palm, which sees the future.

It really made him feel like he was in front of the Buddha, and he saw the appearance of Maitreya.

But he just felt normal.

After all, they are the descendants of the Tao of Reincarnation, and Maitreya will be their supreme god in the future.

And Xie Que only felt satisfied, many of the martial arts principles in Tianlong's chanting were largely integrated into Buddhist principles.

For my daily work and night farming in the Buddhist palace, it finally had some effect.

Zen Master Gu Ya dispersed all the illusions with one palm, and some of them didn't know how to speak.

For a while, the silent air began to spread in the scripture pavilion.

"I..." Xie Que wanted to speak, but he didn't expect Zen Master Guya to open his mouth at the same time.

"you……"

Xie Que decided to give way to the elder: "Master, you should speak first."

Zen Master Guya nodded, his cynical face became more serious.

"You seem to have a little too much energy and blood..."

Xie Tong nodded and said bluntly: "I eat a thousand kilograms of Hengsha rice every day."

a thousand catties...

The two Zen masters couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Three taels of constant sand rice are mixed into their big cooking pots for each meal.

In this way, hundreds of martial arts masters can be created within 20 years, and they will be full of energy and blood, and the martial arts and the body will be integrated into one.

But this one in front of me...

A thousand catties a day? !
(End of this chapter)