sun devour

Chapter 35

This is the second time Yu Xiaojie has come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. This time he did not stay on the first floor, but bowed slightly to the dilapidated bookshelf with great emotion, and went up to the second floor.

In the past half a month, Yu Xiaojie has been frequently coming and going on the second floor. Yu Xiaojie is used to the unguarded Buddhist scriptures pavilion, but he discovered something extraordinary about the old farmers who were farming. With both cloudy old eyes, he was unequivocally catching bugs in the field, his seemingly dull hands and feet were extremely flexible, and some pill-gathering spirits didn't have the speed, so Yu Xiaojie was stunned. I was taken aback.

However, the speed at which Yu Xiaojie practiced spiritual skills surprised Yun Zhenyue, because Yu Xiaojie could acquire several sets of spiritual skills in a day, and his comprehension ability made him feel ashamed.

Crazy dragon Yun Jinglong, but now he hides when he sees Yu Xiaojie. Although he is crazy, he is not stupid. After being beaten unilaterally, he never dared to propose a fight with Yu Xiaojie again. He might try it if he was promoted to Xiantian. He thought that Yu Xiaojie didn't use his full strength and broke several ribs with one punch. That fight became his nightmare.

Putting down the books in his hand, this is already the last bookshelf on the second floor, exhaling a long breath, Yu Xiaojie walked to the upper floor.

On the third floor, it is far inferior to the lower two floors. There are only a few bookshelves scattered here and there, and each shelf is not full of books, but most of them are notes, and most of them are issued. yellow or damaged.

As soon as Yu Xiaojie came in, he felt that the top floor was shabby compared to the three floors below, and there were too few books...

"Who?" Yu Xiaojie was startled, his face was full of alert, and he asked abruptly.

"Shua... Shua..." An old man with a broom walked out from behind a bookshelf. The old man kept his head down, half-closed his eyes, sweeping the floor, and ignored Yu Xiaojie's surprised question.

"Old man?" Yu Xiaojie called softly with a sigh of relief in his heart and his whole body relaxed.

After a while, the old man didn't answer. Seeing that the old man ignored him, Yu Xiaojie was not angry, so he smiled and walked straight to a bookshelf beside him.

It's just that Yu Xiaojie didn't notice that after he turned around, the old man with the broom raised his head, his eyes swept away the turbidity just now, and became extremely clear.

As soon as Yu Xiaojie walked over, he was attracted by a book. Several simple and simple characters of "The Promise Secret Code" were printed in his eyes. He picked up the book carefully, and Yu Xiaojie couldn't wait to open the first page of the book , I saw the book said: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

Yu Xiaojie was puzzled, thinking hard for a while, and suddenly a weak and hoarse voice came from behind: "That means to look at things to see the essence, don't be confused by appearances, follow the fate, don't be too persistent."

"Huh?!" Hearing the voice, Yu Xiaojie turned around sharply, but only saw the old man who had been waving the broom. Knowing that it was the old man who was reminding him, he bowed and said, "Thank you for the teaching, senior..."

Yu Xiaojie waited for a while, but the old man didn't respond, so he turned around and continued to read the books in his hand.

This book seems to be a spiritual technique. On the third page, it says: "Xu Ling pushes his neck, his chest is in his chest and his back is pushed back, his shoulders are lowered and his elbows are lowered, he is relaxed and natural, and his tongue is on top of his palate." And what follows are thirteen weird poses, and some tips.

Yu Xiaojie put on the corresponding poses, following the characters in the book, one pose after another. After going through it, Yu Xiaojie closed the book, closed his eyes, and thirteen poses echoed in his mind.

"Shape and mind, mind and qi, qi and spirit...deep, slender, long and uniform, and the breath returns to the root."

The old man suddenly opened his cloudy eyes. He felt that something was wrong with the movement of the spiritual power around him. He looked at Yu Xiaojie with some surprise. with.

"Puffy..."

In Yu Xiaojie's world, only the sound of his own heartbeat was left. Following the feeling in his mind, he subconsciously rehearsed the thirteen weird postures in this book, but he didn't notice the tiny gray streak in his blood. The energy, now swept away from the usual peace, seemed ready to move, like a tiger about to come out of its cage.

"Boy... If you want to go out and practice, you won't be able to stand up here."

Although the voice was weak, it shook Xiaojie's mind and passed into his mind. The breath returned to the root, and just now he opened his eyes. The gray energy in the blood, as Yu Xiaojie stopped moving, slowly fell silent again. Silent, thin and peaceful flow.

The old man looked at Yu Xiaojie squarely, stretched out his withered arms, pointed to the side, and said, "Look at the good deeds you have done."

Following what the old man pointed out, Yu Xiaojie saw several bookshelves here, all of which had fallen down in disorder, but the books and notes were neatly piled aside. Needless to say, when the bookshelves fell down, the old man Books follow.

Yu Xiaojie scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, the old man said again: "Hurry up and help me up the bookshelf, are you still waiting for me, an old man, to rearrange it?"

"Oh..." Knowing that he was wrong, Yu Xiaojie hurriedly helped up several bookshelves, sorted out the books, and returned to the old man.

Although the old man in front of him looked plain and thin, with a dry body, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, Yu Xiaojie didn't think that the old man on the third floor would be an ordinary person.

"En..." The old man looked at Yu Xiaojie obediently helped up the bookshelf, and his face softened a little, and he said, "Young man, you can read books here, but be careful not to practice here, the books here are not good enough to pass." Start your toss..."

"Boy understand..." Yu Xiaojie lowered his head and answered.

After a while, the old man said again: "Young man... tell me, how did you feel when you practiced those thirteen postures?"

"En..." A trace of confusion flashed in Yu Xiaojie's eyes, and he fell into deep thought. During the rehearsal just now, his mind was blank, and his body just swayed according to the posture in memory. unknown.

"I don't know either... I can't describe that feeling, but I put it out casually..." Yu Xiaojie had no choice but to answer like this.

"Oh..." The old man raised his brows slightly, and his heart moved. After hundreds of years of observation and practice, the old man finally discovered a few characteristics. These thirteen potentials can adjust people's mind, and It has the wonderful benefits of relaxing the tendons and activating the collaterals, and cultivating the body and mind, but it has never been able to arouse the spiritual power of the world like Yu Xiaojie. Although curious, the old man didn't ask this topic any more.

(End of this chapter)