I have many teachers

Chapter 194 Breakthrough Machine (2\2)

Although they are in this world, they can perceive what is going on outside, but firstly, this action is extremely exhausting and cannot be done at will. It is not easy for them to spy on the third rank, the realm of profound martial arts, so as not to cause trouble.

Knowing that Wang Anfeng's state of mind had changed and he was suspected of having an epiphany, he only realized it when he returned to Shaolin Temple.

As for this point, Yuan Ci, who also came from a Buddhist school and practiced horizontal magic skills, is undoubtedly the most clear.Facing the scribe's question, the monk nodded slightly and said:
"Indeed."

Fu frowned again, looked at his friend, and asked:
"what are you planning to do?"

The scribe caught the thrown pill, looked at the faint stream of light on it, and replied casually:
"Give him a medicine."

"By the way, check it out..."

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Looking at what Gongsun Jing wrote in his hand, Wang Anfeng was quite shocked.

In the past, he had never imagined that in those seemingly prosperous and stable cities, there were members of various secret organizations hidden away, sometimes on guard against each other, sometimes cooperating with each other, forming a world that is not well known to everyone. layer.

The young man's gaze fell on the last line on the paper in his hand irresistibly, and he closed his eyes and read silently.

"In Beiwu City, we found traces of Baihutang."

"One of them is the shopkeeper of Shitouzhai, an ancient jade store. He has a good relationship with another chamber of commerce, and he is suspected to be in the same party."

White Tiger Hall.

Wang Anfeng stood there for a while, and then withdrew his thoughts.

Since he learned martial arts, what he saw was far from what he saw in Daliang Village at that time. Baihutang, Danfenggu, and all kinds of secret organizations, knights in the rivers and lakes, never stayed away for a moment, and he gradually began to Get used to this world.

Arena.

Where is it not the rivers and lakes?

After a while, Gongsun Jing, who had found a breakthrough opportunity, thanked him again and again, and returned to his Jupeng gang. The surroundings were familiar with the environment, but at this time, he saw many parts that he hadn't noticed before, as if he had been in the dark all along. All the dust in the world was swept away, and the original appearance can be seen.

In a thousand-year-old dark room, one light is bright.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and felt the clearer and more active world around him. The joy in his heart was hard to contain, and he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng, who sent Gongsun Jing away, stretched his muscles and remembered what Mr. Ying said, he had to come here once a month, and felt a little headache. I feel that it is not unacceptable if I can have such a harvest every time.

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into the night.

On the way, Wang Anfeng went out for a while, and went to the Fengzi Building to sweep the water, and then came back to the temple again. First, he watched the clouds and breath as usual, practiced his pupil skills, and then went to Tongren Lane to hone his sword skills and fists.

He was out of balance because of the autumn rain before, but he didn't insist on being obsessed with it. Instead, he took this opportunity to question himself, suppress the demons in his heart, and understand the profound and subtle principles in the palm of Prajna.Self-fist and palm kung fu progressed extremely fast.

And the growth of fist and palm is also helpful to swordsmanship. His martial arts are far from what he could match when he broke through the ninth rank that day.

It's just that because of his temperament, he is often in a predicament. Most of the opponents he faces are far superior to him, and he can't take advantage of it at all when fighting. Therefore, although his martial arts are becoming more and more mellow, he still doesn't know it.

In Shaolin Temple.

The young man sat cross-legged on the bluestone, finished today's internal strength training, slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and opened his eyes, because of the increasingly mellow internal strength cultivation and pupil technique, a layer of radiance appeared in the eyes, After a few breaths, it dissipated and turned into those warm black pupils again.

In the second pass of the golden bell cover, there are eight passes.

He has been practicing hard for a long time, and he once had an epiphany in the rain, and he has a little understanding of the Buddhist principles of all appearances and non-appearances. He has practiced the second pass of the Golden Bell Cover so far. The time spent in Shaolin Temple and the time spent practicing in Fufeng County are combined. In the past seven or eight months, they have broken through again and again, and there are only three passes left in front of them.

And these three passes, perhaps because the total amount of internal strength is still not enough, no matter how hard the young man tries, they are still like Mount Tai and Beihai, standing firmly in front of him without shaking at all.

Because of sitting in meditation for a long time, there was a scream in Wang Anfeng's stomach. Hunger engulfed him like a raging tide. The young man clutched his deflated stomach, and almost instinctively turned his head to look at the nearby house.

When he saw the white-haired old man smiling and waving to him, his eyes lit up slightly, he got up, and ran to the old man in a few steps, saluted first, and then said expectantly:

"Second Master..."

The old man laughed, raised his hand to caress the boy's head, and said with a smile:
"Are you hungry? You little greedy cat..."

"You performed well today. The second master has made you a new dish... Come, come in and have a taste."

Wang Anfeng's eyes lighted up slightly, with hints of joy, he followed behind the old man, and walked to the table for eating together, just now when he approached, he was slightly taken aback.

What I saw in front of my eyes were all the dishes made with great fire and oil. Although they were delicious in color, fragrance and flavor, they were completely different from the light food cooked by the old man in the past.

But at this moment, he was very hungry, and he trusted his master very much. He just thought that the old man wanted to change his style today, so he strode over without thinking too much.

Wu Changqing heaved a sigh of relief behind him, looked at the scribe who was holding a scroll with a cold expression on one side, and then looked at Yuanci who was calm and seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures, and said through the method of sound transmission:

"Mr. Ying, Master Yuanci, put the medicine in the food... This, this is really okay?"

The monk raised his eyes and glanced at him, and replied through the same voice transmission:
"Amitabha...Don't worry, Mr. Wu."

"My Shaolin transmission comes from the Zen sect. It is a biography outside the Dharma. There is no written text at all. It is based on the heart. The first thing is to enlighten and break through the exercises. .”

The voice paused, and then said again:

"However, because of this, how much Feng'er can break through this time depends on his own character and comprehension. If he comprehends enough, he will naturally be invincible."

"For example, the second ancestor of my Zen sect didn't know martial arts at all. After learning the Yijin Jing, he pondered hard for 20 years in the spring and autumn. He also met the Buddhist monk Bancimiti in Mount Emei, Sichuan. He discussed Buddhism for 49 days, but he still couldn't understand it."

"Twelve years later, on Chang'an Road, I met a young man who was proficient in martial arts. They talked for three days and three nights. On the last morning, I saw the birth of a great sun shining all over the world. , comprehend all of them, the level of martial arts is unmatched in the world."

"And that young man went all over the battlefield later on, without any disadvantages. He assisted Taizong, pacified the Turks, became a general, became a prime minister, and was named Duke of Wei. Presumably, it has something to do with this fate."

After talking about this sect case, Wu Changqing realized something in his heart. Yuan Ci looked at Wang Anfeng, and he could hear a sigh through the sound transmission, and said:
"If Feng'er has already comprehended the principles of martial arts and Buddhism, it is not difficult to use this pure power to break through the current barriers. If the heart is strong enough, it is not impossible to break through barriers again and again."

"This is the theory of becoming a Buddha immediately."

"But if his mind is unstable, those pills can only make him full of energy in a short period of time, swelling and paining his tendons, at most it can only slightly widen the meridians, and it will not help in breaking through the barriers. suffer a little."

In the quiet room, Wang Anfeng looked at the teacher who was standing silently like a wooden stake. He felt that he was not comfortable anywhere, and he was quite puzzled, so he asked:
"Master, second master, and sir, why don't you eat today?"

Wu Changqing squeezed a smile from his face, and said in relief:

"It's nothing, the masters have already eaten before."

The young man suddenly nodded, thinking that he was fascinated by the cultivation of inner strength just now, and he didn't pay attention to the time for a while, so he stopped hesitating and took a spoon to fill a spoonful of soup, the mouth was warm and soft, and all kinds of flavors came together When it comes up, the taste is extremely delicious, and the eyebrows can't help but bend.

Seeing his appearance, Wu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked:
"how is the taste?"

The boy's eyes lighted up slightly, and there was still food in his mouth, and he replied in a slightly vague voice:
"Delicious and thick soup... Mmmmmmm, the rice cooked by Second Master is just as delicious as usual."

"It's just that there seems to be a lot of medicinal fragrance today, but it has a unique flavor."

There was cold sweat on the old man's forehead, and he said with a dry smile:
"Really, then eat more..."

"Mmm, hmm."

The three people in the house watched the young man feasting, because Wu Changqing formulated the medicine, which made the pills work slowly, so Wang Anfeng didn't notice the difference. Although he was a little hot, he just thought that he had just finished his inner strength and ate well. I was in a hurry, and I didn't care about it in my heart.

In the end, there was only a bowl of thick soup left.

Its color is golden, and the original smell of blood and medicine was buried by Wu Changqing painstakingly, leaving only the delicious fragrance. The young man just took a sip, and the remaining aura gathered together, and he let out an absolutely impossible scream The sound made Wang Anfeng's scalp numb, and he stopped drinking the soup slightly.

Surprised by this, even though the fluctuations in his mood were suppressed in an instant, the power of the medicine he took just now was like a volcano that had accumulated to its peak, and it had already begun to riot. Throw, already transformed into a phantom, was the first to appear in front of the young man.

Lifting his left hand, he touched Wang Anfeng's throat, and his internal strength shook.

With his right palm, he snatched the bowl of medicinal soup, and unceremoniously poured this bowl of medicinal soup concentrated with 3000-year-old blood ginseng medicinal power directly into Wang Anfeng's stomach. Throw it on the ground.

When I went to look again, the skin of the young man in front of him was already flushed, and the power of the medicine was surging, and he instinctively entered the state of practicing inner strength meditation, wanting to dissolve the power of the medicine.

The surrounding environment has been turned upside down in an instant, from a monk's house lit with a bean lamp to the top of a domed mountain, surrounded by mountains, stars and fields in the sky, and a long river rushing down, it is a natural place for formations.

The green-clothed scribe looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a cold smile:
"If you fail to break through, you know the consequences yourself."

Waving his sleeves casually, there was an extremely gentle force that straightened Wang Anfeng's body into a meditation posture. At this time, the internal force in the young man's body was the most sensitive, and such behavior did not cause the slightest change in the internal force in his body. Its shot is cautious.

The scribe lifted up his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground. Over there, Wu Changqing and Yuan Ci also sat cross-legged in the 'land' and 'person' positions respectively. With the power of three talents, the three of them protected the young man in the middle, and for him Dharma protector.

PS: first update

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