sweep the heavens

Chapter 204

"This Ji Wusheng is really amazing. No wonder Uncle Doumie valued him very much at the beginning. It's a coincidence that the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist is powerful all the way, and he just played the demeanor of supernatural power..." Seeing Ji Wusheng's advance and retreat, the fist moves Chu Ping couldn't help admiring the grandeur.

It doesn't matter which of the two wins or loses, outsiders don't think it matters, but it has a lot to do with the person involved, so even a senior brother didn't hold back, but he didn't use a powerful and lethal spell beyond his control. Wonderful techniques also emerged one after another, which made Chu Ping's heart suddenly move when he saw it.

"That's right. I fight as a disciple of Wuxiang Temple, but I know only a little about Wuxiang's supernatural powers. The nine-character mantra is amazing. If it can match other supernatural powers in this sect, it will be more powerful. If you can not expose it Other mana is the best..."

Thinking of this, Chu Ping made up his mind, turned around and left the Martial Arts Hall, and flew to the Buddhist scripture hall.

Observing battles can of course be imitated by the art of creating all magic in one thought, but it is specious, and it is always superficial.Compared with self-creation and direct learning, there is always a gap in efficiency.

The Buddhist scriptures hall is the place where many classics of Wuxiang Temple are stored, including Buddhist scriptures, spiritual powers, spiritual powers and even anecdotes.

The more magical powers one masters, the more one can adapt to the situation when dealing with the enemy. Not only powerful magical powers are the most effective, but targeted use is the kingly way.

As the most important place of a sect, the Buddhist scripture hall is no exception for Wuxiang Temple. It is hidden in a quiet dense forest, with mountains and rivers, birds singing faintly, and a not-so-magnificent but elegant and unique pavilion can only be seen after turning around. , with gray walls and white tiles, cornices and horns, on the top of the attic, there is a little gilt lion sitting every few steps, which not only means living in seclusion, but also has a majestic atmosphere.

Standing in front of this attic with only three floors, Chu Ping pondered slightly, and lightly wiped his eyes with the index finger of his right hand, and the divine light appeared in his eyes as if the sun and the moon were floating and sinking.

The eyes that can see light again by imitating the method of opening up the world with spiritual consciousness are more mysterious than the eyes of ordinary people. The surrounding space seems to be distorted as far as the eyes can see, and countless runes and silk threads floating in the air emerge.

These runes are like fish swimming in a lake, and they come and go quickly. The silk threads are densely packed like silk and cobwebs, converging around each ups and downs of runes, like nodes, connected to each other.

"Let me just say, the center of gravity of a faction must have these things!"

The running runes and silk threads transform into countless golden light fragments invisible to the naked eye. When they gather and separate, they look like King Kongming, holding a sword and lifting a rope, and carrying a spear and halberd on his back. They are majestic and majestic. In the morning, roaming and running, unpredictable mystery.

After tilting his head and looking at it for a moment, Chu Ping calmly walked inward.

Under the eyes, the defense and lore array constructed by the rune silk threads are fully exposed. Seeing myself passing through it, the array is still silent and has not been touched.

Chu Ping scratched his head and came to the pavilion.

As soon as Fang entered the door, Chu Ping saw a middle-aged monk sitting on a slightly worn-out futon. He was wearing a wide monk robe and spread out along the futon like a blooming plain lotus. , such conspicuous and eye-catching features, people neglected to pay attention to his appearance.

Chu Ping was very slow-witted, and didn't follow the angle to look at the other party's appearance. His eyes suddenly fell on the rows of bookshelves behind the other party.

The attic is very carefully constructed, and the windows are very high and small, so the light projected in is very limited, giving the attic a quiet and quiet atmosphere.Like a summer night, cool and quiet.

This is the first feeling, and then it is magnificent and atmospheric!
Inside the scripture hall, there are so many books, it looks like an ordinary one-story attic from the outside, but after entering it, you find that there are so many bookshelves that you can't see the edge at a glance, making you feel like you are in a sea of ​​books in an instant.

Then Chu Ping's eyes fell on the gray-robed monk again.

This person is like the collection of books behind him, giving people the feeling of being vast, mysterious, distant, and quiet.

The first person I saw in the scripture hall was not an ordinary temple guard monk, but a powerful and inexplicable monk from Wuxiang Temple!
"Master Dou Sheng's disciple, Chu Ping, came to the scripture hall to borrow the scriptures, and I also asked my senior brother for advice."

Chu Ping bowed to the gray-robed monk according to the etiquette, and saluted with palms together.

"There is no noise in the hall, and the books in the hall are only allowed to be viewed, not borrowed, and not copied. Do what you can, so that you can do it yourself."

The gray-robed monk said a few words without opening his eyes.

"Thank you, brother."

Chu Ping pouted slightly, and stepped into the hall.

The first floor of the Buddhist scripture hall is full of classics about Buddhism and anecdotes, which are as deep as an ocean, profound and profound. Chu Ping quickly walked up to the second floor after flipping through a few books.On the second floor are the heart formulas of Wuxiang Temple's spiritual practice and the practice experience recorded by many predecessors in the past, clearing away the fog.Chu Ping was also not very interested in this, and immediately went up to the third floor.The third floor is wider than the second floor. Countless supernatural powers, almost the same supernatural powers occupy a bookshelf, because besides the most basic cultivation methods on the bookshelves, there are more people who have practiced this supernatural power. Annotations, improvements, and many seemingly whimsical ideas based on my own cultivation experience.

Dazzled.

There are too many supernatural powers on the third floor, such as palms and fists, knives, guns and sticks, attack and defense, condensing magic weapons, collecting clusters of pills, offering sacrifices, and accepting beliefs...

"The nine-character mantra handprint of Wuxiang Temple, the defense can be said to be impenetrable, and it is already extremely mysterious. Buddhism has no heart to win or lose, but it is inevitable to be contaminated with mortal dust. If there is victory or defeat, there must be attack!"

Chu Ping stood in front of a bookshelf, and what was marked on it was exactly the Maha Finger Jue used by Xing Wuying.

The force of the fingers is concentrated but not scattered. Although it cannot compare with the grandeur of palms and fists, it has its own extraordinary and unique features. It is easy to spread out, and it can reach thousands of miles in a square inch. It is the ideal choice in Chu Ping's heart.

The book that records the Maha Finger Jue is a volume that exudes an ancient atmosphere but is not at all shabby. It is more than 20 pages thick and records many methods for the movement and condensation of true energy. After spying on Xing Wuying's routines, although he hasn't got all of them yet, he already has a vague concept. Now that he observes the true colors of this supernatural power, he immediately feels a sense of enlightenment.

"It turns out that there is a wonderful way to gather and disperse the true energy here. If I use my original thinking, it is not only specious, but even the power is much worse..."

Chu Ping comprehended, and moved his strength with his thoughts. He immediately felt a slight swelling in his little finger on his right hand. He knew that it was the gathering of true strength. As soon as he felt it, he could immediately send out his finger strength!
(End of this chapter)