Under One Person: From the Beginning of Infancy to the Great Saint Body

"Nani!!"

Looking at the ascetic monk's recovered wrist, the warrior pushed back suddenly, creating a distance of three steps between him and the ascetic monk, with the sword in his hand ready to strike.

The ascetic monk seemed to have fallen into silence, and the fire burning on his body seemed to be about to go out, floating on his body.

"I was saying, how can something like reattaching a severed limb not consume a lot of energy?"

Looking at the increasingly weak Qi on the ascetic monk's body, Si Chong couldn't help but grin.

He just said, he had worked hard for his entire life, how could he be surpassed by others in just a few moves?

"Brother, why does that monk look like Uncle Si Chong?"

Looking at what happened to the monk, Li Muxuan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The story he heard inside the mountain gate was that Si Chong had a fight with Quan Xing, and Si Chong simply reattached his broken limbs to scare Quan Xing away.

"That Qi vortex is composed of innate Qi. Anyone who touches it will be able to comprehend the mystery of innate Qi."

Jingming looked at the scene and spoke softly.

“Practice and practice are nothing but life, and this innate qi is the root of innateness.”

"What you are learning is the innate Qi. When you have enough experience and understanding one day, you will also be able to possess this mysterious ability."

Jingming looked at Li Muxuan who was asking questions and Lu Jin who looked curious, and spoke softly.

"Why can't I have it now?"

After hearing Jingming's words, Li Muxuan couldn't help but speak.

"If you argue with me again, I'll beat you up."

Jingming looked at Li Muxuan and then raised his hand.

"That's because you are still young and have no fixed mind."

Zhang Zhiwei came over at some point and answered Li Muxuan's question in a low voice.

"That monk from the Western Regions has rough skin, his hands are worn out at all joints, and he is thin, but his eyes are bright. He is a true ascetic monk."

"They are much more advanced than most of the monks I have seen in Shaolin Temple."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the ascetic monk.

At this time, the white flames around the ascetic monk had all been extinguished, and even began to "collapse". A breath of emptiness was floating around his body.

"But if this continues, this monk will probably pass away."

Zhang Zhiwei folded his arms across his chest and shook his head slightly.

"Ah, why?"

Li Muxuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. He knew the word "jiu", which meant that a monk had died.

“Practice and practice, you cannot tell whether what lies ahead is the “fruit” you want or the “disaster” that will take your life.”

"In other words, if you make it through, it's a result, and if you can't make it through, it's a disaster."

Zhang Zhiwei said with lowered eyebrows.

This trip was quite an experience for him. It turned out that there were so many heroes in the world, and it was much more interesting than staying on Mount Longhu for him.

"You also know?"

Li Muxuan chose Zhang Zhiwei's appearance, crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and said.

"Those involved are confused, but those who are watching can see clearly."

"Now I know why your senior brother wanted to beat you up."

Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"What are you talking about? He hasn't even entered the sect yet. I am his senior fellow apprentice!"

When Li Muxuan heard Zhang Zhiwei say that he was Jingming's junior fellow apprentice, he became unhappy and started shouting immediately.

"The steady senior brother and the naughty junior brother are easy to identify."

"I guess you're the youngest of the three of you?"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed at Li Muxuan with a smile, then looked at Jingming and Lu Jin beside him, and said with a grin.

"you!"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei say this, Li Muxuan's eyes widened.

"Hahaha."

"It's quite fun, much more fun than my fellow apprentices on the mountain."

Looking at Li Muxuan's appearance, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but touch his chin.

"Okay, stop teasing him. If you keep teasing him, he'll challenge you to a duel."

Jingming, who was standing aside, looked at Li Muxuan's extremely corrupt appearance and spoke softly.

"Single challenge?"

"Okay, I also want to experience the Three-fold Rebirth of the Three-fold Sect."

"After all, it is a method that can cultivate innate Qi."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his gaze and fell on Jingming.

"Not now."

"I don't mind giving you a beating if it means I can survive this."

Jingming looked at Zhang Zhiwei with the same confident expression as Zhang Zhiwei.

"Okay."

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and agreed.

He came here just because he heard what Jingming said about the innate qi.

He was very talented in spiritual practice, to the point that he felt that his fellow disciples and even his uncles and aunts on Mount Longhu were just so-so.

Until before, he saw a child in Changsha City.

He was just a child, but he could master a completely different kind of thunder technique and kill decisively.

The key point is that this child is younger than himself!
I heard before that it was the leader of Quan Xing, but how come the leader has become a middle-aged uncle now?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but look in the direction of Wuming.

Feeling Zhang Zhiwei's gaze, Wuming gave Zhang Zhiwei a meaningful smile.

"Is it really the same person?"

“Is there such a mysterious method in this world?”

“When running one Qi, do not change the running of another Qi.”

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly in response, but curiosity arose in his mind.

Is this the special thing about innate Qi?
As we all know, each school and sect has its own unique method of practicing Qi, and the effect of each method or technique is produced by the movement and composition of Qi.

If you want to run two Qi pathways at the same time, it is impossible unless there are two sets of tendons in the human body.

"Brother Dao, do you know the leader surnamed Quan?"

Jingming looked at Zhang Zhiwei and asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know, I don't know."

"I'm not in the habit of being friends with Quan Xing."

Hearing Jingming's words, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head repeatedly.

If his master knew about this, it would not be something that could be solved by just kneeling on the ground and calling his master.

That really needs to be punished and he needs to reflect on himself.

"I was just thinking about the problem of innate qi."

"Before, I always felt that there were obstacles in my practice, which made it impossible for me to make any progress, but now, I feel like everything has been opened up."

"If all this is due to the innate Qi, then it all makes sense."

"Although I don't know the method of your Sanyi Sect to cultivate and temper the innate Qi, I think Longhu Mountain also has it."

"It's just that my master wouldn't pass it on to me."

"But it doesn't matter. After today, I will be able to figure it out myself."

Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"You're just a boaster."

"Why don't you say you can go to heaven?"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, Li Muxuan, who was being teased by Zhang Zhiwei, finally found an opportunity and immediately started to mock him.

"God?"

"I can't do it now, but I will be able to do it after some time."

"At worst, I can go to the uncles and uncles in Wudang Mountain to ask for advice in the future."

"I heard that they have a kind of footwork that can step on the left foot with the right foot and rise thirty feet on flat ground."

"I should be able to get three days by then."

Zhang Zhiwei said with a grin.

"Why go to Wudang Mountain?"

"You are so powerful, I think you are just missing the finishing touch." "See that Qi vortex? If you touch it now, you will be like that sloppy monk."

Li Muxuan grinned and then pointed at the Qi vortex.

"The cyclone?"

Hearing Li Muxuan's words, Zhang Zhiwei also looked over.

"If I have the ability, I will destroy that cyclone."

Zhang Zhiwei said in a low voice.

"Why??"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, Li Muxuan was stunned and asked in confusion.

"Practicing is not easy, being a human being is not easy, one step at a time, one level of heaven."

"And that cyclone is more poison than honey to most people."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and there seemed to be some disdain in his words.

If Zhang Zhiwei wants to succeed, he has to rely on himself, not on the so-called Qi xuan.

A total of three people achieved sudden enlightenment and breakthrough because of this cyclone, but the first two had already died, and were about to die at this moment.

The pain without practice cannot be felt as real.

"I heard the Quan Xing Sect Leader utter a phantom word before."

At this moment, Lu Jin on the side raised his hand and spoke.

"It's just that I didn't hear clearly what the word was."

Then Lu Jin scratched his chin again, looking annoyed.

"magical?"

"That illusion?"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"Okay, Lu Jin, why are you staring at that Quan Xing Sect Leader and not looking at Master!?"

Li Muxuan picked it up and pointed at Lu Jin and shouted.

Snapped!
However, before Li Muxuan could continue to question him, Jingming slapped him to the ground.

In response, Lu Jin could only roll his eyes and stop talking.

This kid doesn't remember food or beatings. He said he wouldn't dare to do it this time but he will do it again next time.

"It doesn't matter what you say."

"This matter was originally caused by Sect Leader Quan Xing."

"I just don't know what this guy's plan is."

"This kind of scene is just like the havoc in Heaven in Journey to the West."

Zhang Zhiwei sighed and put his hands in his sleeves.

"I feel the same way."

Li Muxuan got up from the ground and said excitedly.

"It would be great if another Sun Wukong came out. I love watching the drama of Sun Wukong wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace the most."

Li Muxuan said as he habitually patted the dirt off his body with his little hands.

"Sun Wukong?"

"If a Sun Wukong really appeared, the world would be turned upside down."

Zhang Zhiwei said, shaking his head.

"There is no Tathagata Buddha in this world."

“Oh Amitabha!”

As Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, a melodious Buddhist chant sounded.

"It appeared! Buddha Tathagata!"

Li Muxuan waited with his eyes, looking in the direction of the ascetic monk.

At this time, the ascetic monk's eyes were closed and he sat down on the ground in a dignified manner.

None of this is important, what is important is that there is a round of light hanging behind the ascetic's head!!

"this?!"

"How can it be!"

“Could it be that this monk has attained Buddhahood!?”

Zhang Zhiwei also widened his eyes and looked at the ascetic monk in disbelief.

The aura of the other person no longer resembles that of a human.

Just like the aura he felt from Zuo Rutong, ethereal and grand at the same time!

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."

The ascetic monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes and looked at the warrior in front of him, and spoke softly.

"Ha, is there anything I, Makino Ittosai, need to turn back for?"

The warrior grinned and swung the long sword in his hand directly at the ascetic monk.

Five steps away, sure kill!!
hum!
The long sword in Makino Itosai's hand trembled, and he disappeared in full view of everyone.

When it appeared again, it stopped in front of the ascetic monk's throat.

Just like the Buddha picking up a flower, the ascetic monk raised his orchid finger and grasped the fatal sword that Makino Itosai was about to strike out! !
"what?!"

Seeing the ascetic monk's methods, Makino Itosai was shocked and moved his hands to pull the knife out of the other party's hand.

But no matter how Makino Ittosai moved, his sword remained quietly in front of him.

"Asshole, if I had the magic knife, why would I be afraid of a bald guy like you!"

Makino Ittosai twisted the handle of the knife, twisting the blade into an arc, but still couldn't get the knife out of the ascetic monk's fingers.

"Hirumaru!"

Makino Itosai's face suddenly became ferocious and he looked furious.

"Fracturing, fracturing, Makino Ittosai, you really disappoint me."

"As a samurai, he actually called out the name of someone else's sword when he was desperate."

A frivolous voice appeared beside Makino Ittosai.

At the same time, a fierce aura emanated from the voice.

The goal is to restrain the ascetic monk Makino Ittosai.

"Clang!"

The ascetic monk raised his eyes slightly, swung the hand holding the knife to the side, and directly blocked Hirumaru's attack.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
After a sudden attack that missed, it was followed by a violent storm of attacks.

However, they were all blocked by the ascetic monk.

Even the ascetic monk was still sitting there without moving his buttocks.

This scene left all the ninjas of Higashiyama stunned.

Until now, the legend of Hirimaru was that he could kill people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, but this was the first time he was so easily resisted! !

"Oh Amitabha, I see that you are full of resentment, and you must have gone through a lot of suffering."

"I wonder if I can help you to be liberated?"

The ascetic monk loosened his fingers that were holding Makino Ittosai's phantom sword and looked at the man holding the Hirugan with gentle eyes.

To be precise, he was looking at Hirumaru.

"Monk, you want to save me?"

"Sure. Pick up that sword and fight me. If you win, you can convert me."

The man spoke to the ascetic in a hoarse voice, like a poisonous snake.

"Amitabha, I am not good at using a knife."

The ascetic shook his head slightly, then whispered.

"And since I see that you are so kind, I need to defeat you with a sword."

"Isn't there another way?"

The ascetic asked back.

In response, Wuming grinned slightly.

This monk is interesting. If he were not dead, he would have brought Quan Xing to be a companion to Mr. Mo Ming.

"Can it be other than a knife?"

Hearing this, Hirimaru was stunned for a moment, then looked at the knife in his hand.

Yes, can it be other than a knife? (End of this chapter)