Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 155 A year in a hurry

At the end of the turbulent flow is a two-foot-high fountain, which is also the source of the waterfall at the foot of the mountain.

Yan Bugui and Dian Cang Yuyin went ashore one after another and pulled the iron boat out of the water. If it was washed away by the water, it would be troublesome to go down the mountain.

"Senior brother, do you have any guests?" A burly man with a rough appearance and a sturdy back came from the mountain wall not far away.

Yan Bugui saw an ax stuck in his waist and guessed that the other person must be the second woodcutter in Yuqiao Gongzhong.

"Brother, you're polite." Yan Bugui cupped his hands and walked straight over after seeing a long vine as thick as an arm hanging down from the top of the mountain wall.

"Senior brother, where did this friend come from?" The woodcutter saw Cang Yuyin personally sending people up, and was completely unprepared for Yan Bugui. Unexpectedly, Dian Cang Yuyin had no response to his question, as if he was in a daze.

"What's wrong!" The woodcutter's face changed drastically, and he immediately used the technique of 'One Yang Finger' to point his index finger on the 'Yintang point' between the senior brother's eyebrows.

Dian Cang Yuyin was urged by the energy of Yang He, and his mind immediately returned to clarity.

He was able to get rid of the 'Soul Transferring Technique' so quickly, first of all because of the 'One Yang Finger', which was really amazing. Secondly, Yan Bugui didn't show mercy and didn't work hard enough, otherwise the woodcutter's skill would definitely not be enough.

"Stop him quickly!" Dian Cang Yuyin was anxious and angry, and he and the woodcutter rushed towards the vines growing on the mountain wall. But within the time of these two sentences, Yan Bugui had already climbed up the rock, leaving only a blurry black shadow that quickly disappeared into the clouds.

"What a fast movement!" The woodcutter was shocked, and then he took out a bamboo tube from his arms and fired a loud arrow into the sky.

at the same time.

Yan Bugui grabbed the vines with his hands, stepped on the mountain wall with his feet, and flew up as if walking on flat ground.

Just as he was about to reach the top of the cliff, a hoe suddenly hit his head with a violent sound of breaking wind, as if it was the farmer who had received the signal.

Yan Bugui listened to the sound and identified his position. While dodging sideways, he raised his right hand and flicked it with his fingers. With a 'clang' sound, the farmer's hands shook violently, and the hoe immediately flew into the air.

In his panic, Yan Bugui kicked the mountain wall hard with his right foot, and the whole person flew up in a spin, like a leaf blown away from the branch by the wind, and landed lightly in front of the farmer.

The farmer's hands were shaking and his arms were sore and numb. After seeing Yan Bugui's true appearance, his eyes widened in disbelief.

In his impression, only his master, Master Yideng, could knock away his weapon with just one finger.

"Hello Wu Santong, goodbye Wu Santong." Yan Bugui passed by him and tapped his acupuncture points.

On the way forward, Yan Bugui secretly cursed, wondering if Wu Santong liked his daughter now?

While I was thinking about it, the mountain road had reached the end. Beyond it was a stone beam about a foot wide, extending straight into the clouds and mist of an unpredictable length.

Yan Bugui clicked his feet lightly, unfolded the 'Shen Feng Xing' movement technique, and flew fast against the ground on the stone beam.

The water vapor condensed on the stone beams, making them slippery and dangerous if you walked slowly.

After jumping over the gap seven to eight feet away, Yan Bugui appeared in front of the scholar who was guarding the end of the stone beam like a cloud and mist.

"What a light kung fu!" Zhu Ziliu put down the Analects of Confucius in his hand and asked, "I wonder why you are here?"

"I will never ask Master Yideng for treatment." Yan Bugui secretly thought that if he mentioned Yinggu's name now, there would probably be another fight.

"It doesn't look like your Majesty is ill. In that case..." Before Zhu Ziliu could finish his words, he suddenly saw a wisp of red fireworks rising from the opposite cliff. His expression suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand to hold the hand on his waist. Long sword.

This is a signal to encounter a powerful enemy!

Clang - click!

Zhu Ziliu's long sword was not half out of its scabbard when Yan Bugui suddenly stepped in front of him and pushed the sword back. Before Zhu Ziliu could react, the 'Yutang Point' on his chest had been sealed.

After descending the stone beam, the road ahead is smooth.

I saw a small temple half a mile away. There was a lotus pond in front of the temple. It was cold early in the mountains and most of the lotus leaves had withered.

Yan Bugui came to the temple and once again exercised his power and said: "Huashan Yan Bugui, pay homage to Master Yideng!"

After a few breaths.

"Amitabha~" A melodious and powerful Buddha's name sounded from the depths of the temple.

A trace of surprise flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes. Judging from the internal strength mixed in the voice, Master Yideng's cultivation seemed to be slightly better than Dongxie and Beibei.

"The master has come to visit me. I am sorry for not being able to welcome you from afar." A kind-hearted old monk came to the temple door slowly and quickly, clasping his hands together and bowing in salute.

Yan Bugui cupped his fists and returned the salute: "I've admired you for a long time, Master."

"I have lived in the mountains for a long time. I didn't expect that there would be such a great person like Brother Yan in the world. I'm really happy to congratulate you." Master Yideng secretly looked at Yan Bugui and saw that his brows were pure and his face was handsome. He felt uncomfortable. I have a good impression of Mr. Jin.

"Brother Yan, please come in and talk about it." The temple may not seem big, but in fact it has very deep hidden meanings.

The two walked through a path paved with bluestones and then through a bamboo forest. They looked at the green, dark and quiet scenery.

Looking at the three stone houses in the bamboo forest, Yan Bugui almost thought he was back at Gushan Plum Village.

Entering the house, I saw a burner of sandalwood burning on the coffee table.

Sitting on the futon next to the coffee table was an exotic monk with dark skin, a high nose and deep eyes.

"Brother Yan, please take a seat." Master Yideng sat cross-legged on the futon on the other side of the coffee table and introduced, "This is my junior brother, a native of Tianzhu."

Yan Bugui didn't understand Sanskrit, so he simply put his hands together and nodded to the Tianzhu Divine Monk.

After the pleasantries.

Master Yideng asked: "I wonder why Brother Yan came to see me this time?"

"It's a long story..." Yan Bugui first mentioned his relationship with Dong Xie and Bei Bei without revealing any trace, in order to gain further trust from the other party.

Master Yideng stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "It turns out that we are old friends. In addition, I haven't seen Brother Seven and Brother Yao for more than 20 years."

"Yan came here on an entrustment. I once met a person named Ying Gu in Huxi... Before she left, she asked me to tell you that she can't forgive you."

Master Yideng was silent for a long time, and then let out a long sigh, as if he was relieved: "Thank you so much, Brother Yan. I can't thank you enough."

Yan Bugui didn't want to talk about his private matters, so he looked at the Tianzhu monk: "Junior brother Ling seems to be from Tianzhu. I happen to have an article recorded in Sanskrit here. Can you please help translate it?"

Master Yideng nodded: "I also know a little bit about Sanskrit. Brother Yan might as well talk about it and listen."

Yan Bugui was secretly happy and immediately recited the general outline of the Nine Yin Sutra.

Master Yideng ordered someone to bring the Four Treasures of the Study, and he translated one sentence after Yan Bugui recited it. It took him more than half an hour to complete the translation of the entire scripture, which had thousands of words.

Master Yideng looked surprised: "This seems to be an extremely brilliant internal skill?"

"It's true." Yan Bugui said: "This is the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual."

"Nine Yin Sutra?!" Master Yideng has been practicing Buddhism for many years, and his mind has long been as calm as still water. At this moment, he still couldn't help being surprised.

Yan Bugui said with a smile: "I don't understand Sanskrit, and I have always been troubled by this. Today, by chance, I finally got my wish. Thank you, Master."

The general outline is roughly divided into two parts.

One is internal strength, which was created by Huang Shang to correct the defects of internal strength such as Beidou Dafa that tend to be feminine.

One is a secret method that can prevent you from going crazy when practicing internal skills.

The four fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and students had already arrived outside the stone house. Seeing Yan Bugui chatting happily with the master, they did not come in to disturb them.

That night, Yan Bugui stayed in the temple and incorporated the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual into the Little Immortality Secret.

He tried to rely on the secret method to activate the true energy to circulate the meridian routes of the "Sunflower Collection". Immediately, the energy was as hot as before, but then the fire energy was transformed into a boost to activate the inner energy, which was as powerful as breaking bamboo. Run normally.

Coincidentally, Yan Bugui successively obtained the "Evil Sword Manual" from Fuwei Escort, the "Fragments of the Sunflower Book" from the Sun and Moon God Sect, and the wrong version of the "Sunflower Book" passed down by Eunuch Feng.

He referred the three books to each other, and luckily found the errors in the third book with the help of the first two, and obtained the entire "Sunflower Collection".

From then on, Yan Bugui simply stayed in this temple, concentrating on practicing the new version of the Little Immortality Technique that integrated the Nine Yin Magic Technique and the Sunflower Book.

In my spare time, I discussed martial arts with Master Yideng and learned Sanskrit by the way. And relying on his profound pharmacological foundation, he also learned a lot about the detoxification skills of the Tianzhu monk.

Time flies by like a fleeting breath, and one year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan Bugui sat cross-legged on the bed, suddenly pointed out his right index finger, and shot out a "chi" finger force through the air, lighting up the sandalwood in the incense burner six feet away, using his yang finger.

Master Yideng got his help to resolve the years of grudges with Yinggu, and obtained the Nine Yin Magical Skills for nothing, so he asked him to choose one from the Innate Skills and Yiyang Finger in return.

Innate skills require a child body to reach their peak, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced. Otherwise, Master Yideng has been practicing for twenty years, and his martial arts should have surpassed the three unique skills of east, west, north and west.

Yan Bugui has no regrets about losing her virginity.

Even if I can practice innate skills, I'm afraid it's still a shackles. Do I have to stay away from women for the rest of my life? He asked himself that he couldn't accept it.

(End of this chapter)